This is just an idea for a new BIG story- tell me if I should continue!
Tanya kept to the shadows, using her theiving skills to stay undetected. She knew no one here and didn't want to risk it- not after the night before.
The day she left Candlekeep had been a realise for her. She had hated being stuck up in the library, reading texts that meant nothing to her. She was not academic but she could pick any lock you put in frount of her.
Anyone you lived within the towns hallowed walls was not safe from her pick pocketing and almost every visitor left poorer than he had come. Between Imoen and her, they were unstoppable.
Tear began to make their way down Tanya face. Poor Imoen. She thought silently to herself. I wanted you to come but you don't belong on the run. you should be sitting at the back of Winthrops inn. Chatting up the young scholars and eyeing up their purses. She looked around herself, at the soaken mudded ground and lonesome peasants that smelled worse than the priests quarters. No, she thought, this is not the life for you.
As she got closer to the door she stopped dead. Movement? Was someone behind her? A gaurd or worse, that man from the forest? Gorians killer. After stopping for a few moments more she finaly decided it was safe. She took one step and a hand whipped out and caught her arm. He was tall, with too dark eyes and a grin that showed teeth that had whispered the death of many. He smiled a false smile and tightened his grip.
"Hey, friend."
The grip tightened further and the smile did the impossibe and widened. Pure panic struck Tanya like a smack in the face. NO, not now! He forced his face, thin and twisted, apon hers. His eyes only centimetres away from her own olive ones, he spat the words to her, "Have you by any chance lately been to Candlekeep, Tanya Goldpeak.?"
"Candlekeep...ummm...never heard of it! And what sort of name is Tanya, obvously someone from some backwater forest village. You're... you're...um mistaken sir..." She trailed off. It was obvious she had overdone it, he wasn't buying it.
"I belive you are the one I am looking for girl. I must say I didn't expect someone so young or so..well...attractive. Listen I may not of run into you if you will.. say, entertain me for a while?" He finished and looked suggestivly towards her. She reeled back and around him, drew her bow and cocked the arrow. "I may stoop low, but not that low. Fight."
Tanya had greatly underestimated him. She, being hurt from the fight the night before and weak from lack of sleep, stood barely any chance. She fired and the arrow flew true only to be beaten away by a careless hand. She backed away to the looming keep walls and drew her short sword. Spell after spell came flowing through his mouth and she found herself held to the ground, her knees crumpled beneath her.
He stood tall and strong. His know-all deminior had gone and replaced by a cold heart of a killer. He raise his dagger and swung it to her neck, ready to slice and end.
There was a wooshing noise and his eyes opened wide. The glit head of the arrow shining through his stained-red robe. He whispered a final 'No' and collapsed at her feet. She spat, a gob of hate landing on his arrow speared back, before looking up to the blurred face of a red-haired girl who's pink outfit murged with the rain. Tanya's vision began to fade, all she heard was a "Heya! It's me, Imoen!" before blackness swallowed her whole.
Hiya- I know it's short but please R&R and tell me how terrible my spelling is!
Tanya kept to the shadows, using her theiving skills to stay undetected. She knew no one here and didn't want to risk it- not after the night before.
The day she left Candlekeep had been a realise for her. She had hated being stuck up in the library, reading texts that meant nothing to her. She was not academic but she could pick any lock you put in frount of her.
Anyone you lived within the towns hallowed walls was not safe from her pick pocketing and almost every visitor left poorer than he had come. Between Imoen and her, they were unstoppable.
Tear began to make their way down Tanya face. Poor Imoen. She thought silently to herself. I wanted you to come but you don't belong on the run. you should be sitting at the back of Winthrops inn. Chatting up the young scholars and eyeing up their purses. She looked around herself, at the soaken mudded ground and lonesome peasants that smelled worse than the priests quarters. No, she thought, this is not the life for you.
As she got closer to the door she stopped dead. Movement? Was someone behind her? A gaurd or worse, that man from the forest? Gorians killer. After stopping for a few moments more she finaly decided it was safe. She took one step and a hand whipped out and caught her arm. He was tall, with too dark eyes and a grin that showed teeth that had whispered the death of many. He smiled a false smile and tightened his grip.
"Hey, friend."
The grip tightened further and the smile did the impossibe and widened. Pure panic struck Tanya like a smack in the face. NO, not now! He forced his face, thin and twisted, apon hers. His eyes only centimetres away from her own olive ones, he spat the words to her, "Have you by any chance lately been to Candlekeep, Tanya Goldpeak.?"
"Candlekeep...ummm...never heard of it! And what sort of name is Tanya, obvously someone from some backwater forest village. You're... you're...um mistaken sir..." She trailed off. It was obvious she had overdone it, he wasn't buying it.
"I belive you are the one I am looking for girl. I must say I didn't expect someone so young or so..well...attractive. Listen I may not of run into you if you will.. say, entertain me for a while?" He finished and looked suggestivly towards her. She reeled back and around him, drew her bow and cocked the arrow. "I may stoop low, but not that low. Fight."
Tanya had greatly underestimated him. She, being hurt from the fight the night before and weak from lack of sleep, stood barely any chance. She fired and the arrow flew true only to be beaten away by a careless hand. She backed away to the looming keep walls and drew her short sword. Spell after spell came flowing through his mouth and she found herself held to the ground, her knees crumpled beneath her.
He stood tall and strong. His know-all deminior had gone and replaced by a cold heart of a killer. He raise his dagger and swung it to her neck, ready to slice and end.
There was a wooshing noise and his eyes opened wide. The glit head of the arrow shining through his stained-red robe. He whispered a final 'No' and collapsed at her feet. She spat, a gob of hate landing on his arrow speared back, before looking up to the blurred face of a red-haired girl who's pink outfit murged with the rain. Tanya's vision began to fade, all she heard was a "Heya! It's me, Imoen!" before blackness swallowed her whole.
Hiya- I know it's short but please R&R and tell me how terrible my spelling is!