Post by Wild Dog on Sept 16, 2010 17:50:04 GMT -5
Well, this has been a long time since he was in the city. Dreadfully long time. The last time, he was sorrily cheated. Those most have been fake eggs. It must be. Since then, his life took an interesting turn. He joined a gang called the Dicers. When he joined, the group was small and insignificant. The only thing they dabbled in was casinos. When he joined however, that changed. The group expanded, until it controlled every sector of crime. The Dicers also grew in numbers. The Dealer was given the role of the top person in charge. Ra'Quden burned with a desire to know who was the Dealer. Nobody knew if the Dealer was a he or a she. Since that time, Ra'Quden fell from the Dealers good will. Now, "accidents" always seem to befall on him. the Mockers though, and saw him as a role model.
Now, it was payback time. With a dragon at his side, he would be unstoppable. He would rise in the ranks of the Dicers and overthrow the Dealer. He will become the crime lord. This passion raged in him, but a flame unguided would be an annoyance. But a fire with a plan, now that was a thing of beauty.
Snapping out of it, the elf walked though the street. His objective, a abandoned house. Well, almost deserted. Three men waited for him as he walked in the door. Quick as a flash, they bundled him up, shielded his eyes, and gagged him. A normal person would have been upset, to say the least, but he let them. This was to be expected, but is surprised Ra'Quden that the Dealer wanted to talk with him. While he stumbled along, the men handling him traded him for another pair. Even with his elven senses, he stumbled a little.
"Careful, my little elfling, you needn't not fall, yes? Nothing bad is going to happen to you, yes?" Only one person would talk like that, Jimmt. Ra'Quden relaxed. He was in good hands. Though, that feeling lasted until he changed hands again. After countless pair of men leading him along, he was ordered to kneel. Whipping his headband off, he blinked
The room itself was no surprise. It had four walls, a roof, and a door. The floor was cold and dark and damp. Not something Ra'Quden really liked to kneel on. What got him was the smells. A sweet aroma filled the room. Well, have the room. The smell tingled his memory, but he couldn't figure out why. The thing that hit him was that he could no longer sense the magical part in him. He secretly doubted that the king himself could use magic in this room The second part that struck him was the smoke. It mixed with the aroma to create a mind numbing effect. The at one wall, stood a lot of torches. Alot. And the windows in the back blew the smoke right into his face and eyes. That, coupled with the blaring light, made in quite effectively blind. Ra'Quden winced at the thought of what humans would go through here. He was a elf. A voice spoke.
"The Dealer doesn't like the fact that you never took the oaths. The Dealer thinks that you might do something that you WILL later regret. The Dealer wants you to take the oaths" Now came the diffilcult part, was this really the Dealer speaking, or the Voice? Ra'Quden played it safe
"I don't care whether I took the oaths or not, but if the Dealer wants me to, then I will offer the Dealer a, well, deal."
"Ignoring the terrible pun, why would the Dealer want to make a pact with you?"
"because you need me" This was the simple truth, the Dealer needed Ra'Quden to keep the Mockers, and by extension, the Dicers from breaking apart. The Dealer may have been in charge, but the Dicers look up to Ra'Quden.
"The Dealer has decided to form a pact, what do you want?"
"I want access to the egg chamber" Ra'Quden could almost feel the mysterious being's eyebrows raise. His eye began to sting.
"Fine, I will get you into the chamber and you will swear the oaths right now" Ra'Quden smirked.
"No, after"
Suddenly, the world went blank. When he came too, he was sitting in a cart with dark men. Jimmt Was looking over him, smiling.
"You're okay, yes? Quite a bump on the head you received there, yes?" Life was okay now. Jimmt never worried about a thing.
"Where are we?" Groaned Ra'Quden. He felt the effect of the drug wearing off. He sat up, gingerly.
"We are in the castle's courtyard, yes? We were waiting for you to wake up. Pleasant dreams, yes?" Groaning again, Ra'Quden stepped off of the cart. After stretching a bit, he walked into the castle. The guards posted there seemed to expect him, but they did nothing. Bribery was so sweet. Finally, he was where he wanted to be for so long. The things were going his way. Now, whether or not he was going to accept that oath was soon to be found out. He was notorious for not keeping his word. So was the Dealer. Glancing around him, he saw a servant talking to a maid.
"Excuse me, where is the egg chamber?"
"Well, if you didn't know, the chamber was destroyed, not single egg has been in that place for months." Ra'Quden groaned. The servants continued to jabber to him, but he heard nothing. The eggs were gone!!! It couldn't be. Racing along the hallway, Ra'Quden raged. Could the Dealer have set him up. With that though, he gripped his sword. Well, hilt. The blade melted off years ago. Banging open the door, Ra'Quden heard a thump Looking down, he saw him. Salkne. He was a well known assassin and a suck-up to the Dealer. He was going to kill Ra'Quden. Though, that would be hard to do when a elf who is in rage rams a door in his face. Neither of them could figure out who was more surprised.
Gurgling, he fell to the ground. His face would have been in a grin, if his mouth wasn't basked inwards. His nose was non-existent. Ra'Quden's heart beaten faster. He riled through his killers bag, unill he found a set of dice. Rolling them, he dreaded what would look up at him. Five sixes. Rolled again. Five sixes. Again. Five sixes. Again. Five sixes. With each role, he grew hotter and hotter. The Dealer tricked him. He made Ra'Quden accept the oath when he was under. His luck was rising. That was a sure sign of his oath.
Grimacing, he looked at the eggs. he had a job to do
Now, it was payback time. With a dragon at his side, he would be unstoppable. He would rise in the ranks of the Dicers and overthrow the Dealer. He will become the crime lord. This passion raged in him, but a flame unguided would be an annoyance. But a fire with a plan, now that was a thing of beauty.
Snapping out of it, the elf walked though the street. His objective, a abandoned house. Well, almost deserted. Three men waited for him as he walked in the door. Quick as a flash, they bundled him up, shielded his eyes, and gagged him. A normal person would have been upset, to say the least, but he let them. This was to be expected, but is surprised Ra'Quden that the Dealer wanted to talk with him. While he stumbled along, the men handling him traded him for another pair. Even with his elven senses, he stumbled a little.
"Careful, my little elfling, you needn't not fall, yes? Nothing bad is going to happen to you, yes?" Only one person would talk like that, Jimmt. Ra'Quden relaxed. He was in good hands. Though, that feeling lasted until he changed hands again. After countless pair of men leading him along, he was ordered to kneel. Whipping his headband off, he blinked
The room itself was no surprise. It had four walls, a roof, and a door. The floor was cold and dark and damp. Not something Ra'Quden really liked to kneel on. What got him was the smells. A sweet aroma filled the room. Well, have the room. The smell tingled his memory, but he couldn't figure out why. The thing that hit him was that he could no longer sense the magical part in him. He secretly doubted that the king himself could use magic in this room The second part that struck him was the smoke. It mixed with the aroma to create a mind numbing effect. The at one wall, stood a lot of torches. Alot. And the windows in the back blew the smoke right into his face and eyes. That, coupled with the blaring light, made in quite effectively blind. Ra'Quden winced at the thought of what humans would go through here. He was a elf. A voice spoke.
"The Dealer doesn't like the fact that you never took the oaths. The Dealer thinks that you might do something that you WILL later regret. The Dealer wants you to take the oaths" Now came the diffilcult part, was this really the Dealer speaking, or the Voice? Ra'Quden played it safe
"I don't care whether I took the oaths or not, but if the Dealer wants me to, then I will offer the Dealer a, well, deal."
"Ignoring the terrible pun, why would the Dealer want to make a pact with you?"
"because you need me" This was the simple truth, the Dealer needed Ra'Quden to keep the Mockers, and by extension, the Dicers from breaking apart. The Dealer may have been in charge, but the Dicers look up to Ra'Quden.
"The Dealer has decided to form a pact, what do you want?"
"I want access to the egg chamber" Ra'Quden could almost feel the mysterious being's eyebrows raise. His eye began to sting.
"Fine, I will get you into the chamber and you will swear the oaths right now" Ra'Quden smirked.
"No, after"
Suddenly, the world went blank. When he came too, he was sitting in a cart with dark men. Jimmt Was looking over him, smiling.
"You're okay, yes? Quite a bump on the head you received there, yes?" Life was okay now. Jimmt never worried about a thing.
"Where are we?" Groaned Ra'Quden. He felt the effect of the drug wearing off. He sat up, gingerly.
"We are in the castle's courtyard, yes? We were waiting for you to wake up. Pleasant dreams, yes?" Groaning again, Ra'Quden stepped off of the cart. After stretching a bit, he walked into the castle. The guards posted there seemed to expect him, but they did nothing. Bribery was so sweet. Finally, he was where he wanted to be for so long. The things were going his way. Now, whether or not he was going to accept that oath was soon to be found out. He was notorious for not keeping his word. So was the Dealer. Glancing around him, he saw a servant talking to a maid.
"Excuse me, where is the egg chamber?"
"Well, if you didn't know, the chamber was destroyed, not single egg has been in that place for months." Ra'Quden groaned. The servants continued to jabber to him, but he heard nothing. The eggs were gone!!! It couldn't be. Racing along the hallway, Ra'Quden raged. Could the Dealer have set him up. With that though, he gripped his sword. Well, hilt. The blade melted off years ago. Banging open the door, Ra'Quden heard a thump Looking down, he saw him. Salkne. He was a well known assassin and a suck-up to the Dealer. He was going to kill Ra'Quden. Though, that would be hard to do when a elf who is in rage rams a door in his face. Neither of them could figure out who was more surprised.
Gurgling, he fell to the ground. His face would have been in a grin, if his mouth wasn't basked inwards. His nose was non-existent. Ra'Quden's heart beaten faster. He riled through his killers bag, unill he found a set of dice. Rolling them, he dreaded what would look up at him. Five sixes. Rolled again. Five sixes. Again. Five sixes. Again. Five sixes. With each role, he grew hotter and hotter. The Dealer tricked him. He made Ra'Quden accept the oath when he was under. His luck was rising. That was a sure sign of his oath.
Grimacing, he looked at the eggs. he had a job to do
