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The night was especially dark on this Crushbone night. The sky full of dark stormy clouds. In the recesses of the dark passages crept a small figure. Cecilia crouched as she heard two husky voices. Two Orc Centurians walked by talking about "ugly wood elf scum". As the rounded a corner Cecilia crept on intent on her mission, kill that bastard Dvinn. Cecilia jumped as she heard a horrible scream. Side tracked she headed toward the screams. What she found was disturbing, about a hundred wood elf girls were being slaughtered by the Orc Hatchetmen. Sinking their hatchets into the bellies of the little girls with a grin. Enraged Cecilia snunk behind what she guessed as the leader sinking her dagger into his back. she quickly caught him as he fell and dragged him into the shadows. She darted to a near by shadow, moving on for more prey. She came behind one after another slitting their throats or sinking a rusty dagger in their back. Suddenly she fell back inches away for getting sliced by a Orc Hatchet. She rolledto the left and pulled out the Fine Steel Rapier at her hip and the Fine Steel Longsword at strapped to her back. Pulling down her Grotesque Mask she made her move, sweeping left while kicking right she caught him in the stomach, the only indication of it being the grunt from the beast. It swung it's hatchet with a vengence not realizing that that would cost him his life. Cecilia parried the haste swing and caught the Orc in the heart with her longsword. Realizing once again that she was on a mission she put away her faithful weapons and began to dart from shadow to shadow toward Dvinn's quarters. Finally she reached her destination, only to be greeted by Dvinn's mocking grin. Muttering a few choice words she once again drew her weapons only to be to late. Arrows buzzed through the air and struck Dvinn's chest. Realizing that someone was trying to steal her most prized kill, steal, from her, the master at thieving, she quickly ran to Dvinn's corpse. There it was, the prize for which this blasted mission was or, the Dragoon Dirk. She snatched the dirk and money from the corpse and disappeared into the night no doubt angering the Ranger that killed Dvinn. She didn't care, she got what she wanted, she took that long walk home, to Kelethin, smiling the whole way. When she got home she threw her rapier and it's scabbard in a trunk, along with the other stuff that no longer had a us to her, and in its place strapped in the case with her beloved, newfound Dragoon Dirk. For the first time in years Cecilia had a deep pleasant sleep.
The End
By
Cecilia
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