EZ_MideonNViscera
09-05-00, 07:04 PM
As Mideon walked down the path to Kelethin he took in the scent of Faydark in the spring. With the orc menace out of the way Kelethin was bustling with activity, not that it was ever lacking. Mideon thought about his childhood here. He had slain many, many orcs in his young days. To give the orcs credit, they beat him many times as well. He thinks back to the time he first came face to face with the Ambassador, D'Vinn. D'Vinn had sliced him up good with that Dragoon Dirk of his. Years later Mideon would have his revenge though. He defeated D'Vinn one on one. It was such a glorious day for him. He bragged to everyone who would listen.
So long ago were his days in Faydark. Long before he fought the foul Frogluks of Guk, long before he slaughtered the foolish Kobolds of Soluesk and almost a lifetime before he fought for the mystical items in the Plane of Hate and the Plane of Fear. The items he earned there are all he has left now. Something magical about them prevented him from giving them to his friends like the rest of his posessions.
As he approached Kelethin Mideon was glad to see the guards were nowhere in sight."I wonder if I'm still welcome here after all these years" he puzzled.
Hesitantly Mideon pulled the lever that would take him up into the city. He was suprised to recieve a warm greeting from the town guards. He was not suprised to get the cold shoulder from the merchants however. "Now I remember why I left. I have never stolen a thing from them yet they treat me like dirt. Aw well if you have a rep you should at least earn it!" he grins as he lifts 10pp from the nearest merchant.
Approaching the bank Mideon becomes worried. "Last time I was here the banker was less than fond of me" he thinks. Sure enough, Mideon walks into the bank to find the banker glowering dubiously at him. "Don't rogues like you have your own merchants?" the banker sneered. Deciding it was best to avoid a fight Mideon left the bank quietly.
Going up a few ramps and over a few bridges Mideon arrives at the Scouts Of Kelethin, another place where Mideon was never accepted, merely tolerated. Walking in, he spies Tylfon training a young wood elf. Seeing Tylfon's armor Mideon storms out, disgusted with himself for ever caring what such a pathetic person thought of him.
"It is time. Time to do what I've brooded about for so long." Climbing on top of one of the many taverns located so high above the city Mideon somberly looks down. He knew what everyone would say. "What joke is he pulling now?" "Why would he so such a thing?" "What a waste."
Laughing at the ignorance of the people Mideon launches himself from the rooftop. It was a short fall, it was a deadly landing. All of Kelethin could hear Mideon's last words as he tumbled......
"C'MON BABY!"
So long ago were his days in Faydark. Long before he fought the foul Frogluks of Guk, long before he slaughtered the foolish Kobolds of Soluesk and almost a lifetime before he fought for the mystical items in the Plane of Hate and the Plane of Fear. The items he earned there are all he has left now. Something magical about them prevented him from giving them to his friends like the rest of his posessions.
As he approached Kelethin Mideon was glad to see the guards were nowhere in sight."I wonder if I'm still welcome here after all these years" he puzzled.
Hesitantly Mideon pulled the lever that would take him up into the city. He was suprised to recieve a warm greeting from the town guards. He was not suprised to get the cold shoulder from the merchants however. "Now I remember why I left. I have never stolen a thing from them yet they treat me like dirt. Aw well if you have a rep you should at least earn it!" he grins as he lifts 10pp from the nearest merchant.
Approaching the bank Mideon becomes worried. "Last time I was here the banker was less than fond of me" he thinks. Sure enough, Mideon walks into the bank to find the banker glowering dubiously at him. "Don't rogues like you have your own merchants?" the banker sneered. Deciding it was best to avoid a fight Mideon left the bank quietly.
Going up a few ramps and over a few bridges Mideon arrives at the Scouts Of Kelethin, another place where Mideon was never accepted, merely tolerated. Walking in, he spies Tylfon training a young wood elf. Seeing Tylfon's armor Mideon storms out, disgusted with himself for ever caring what such a pathetic person thought of him.
"It is time. Time to do what I've brooded about for so long." Climbing on top of one of the many taverns located so high above the city Mideon somberly looks down. He knew what everyone would say. "What joke is he pulling now?" "Why would he so such a thing?" "What a waste."
Laughing at the ignorance of the people Mideon launches himself from the rooftop. It was a short fall, it was a deadly landing. All of Kelethin could hear Mideon's last words as he tumbled......
"C'MON BABY!"