Fable - Ask The Thief Of Joy

[Davios Agarwen]

Davios Agarwen would be in the town of Noctis. A bustling port on the Northwest side of the island. Its geographical location would show you the port that sat below a tall Mountain with housing and farms building the foundation and sides below a tall castle on the top. The castle overlooking the port would lay in the background with pillows of smoke from woodworkers, masons and homes plomb into the blue skies. For its beauty it also brought its wickedness. Thunder storms, lighting and heavy rain was common in the area as well as frigid deep cold in the winter that could last longer than most. Davios would be up from the underworld and on a small trip. He was constantly on the move and never lingered in a area more then he had too. He was also scouting for his fellow kin below on future endeavors for when the time came. Races of all kinds filled the bustling cobblestone streets and markets were plenty with fish and fruit. Taverns on any corner were bountiful as the port attracted many travellers and sailors who rested between destinations.

Davios would be making his way through the streets as he dawned a all black robe. Small daggers tucked beneath his robing and couple pouches tied to his belt. The Drows white tattoos along his neck and face would be kept hidden under the hood as he finally grumbled to himself as folks walked past him on their daily commute with laughter and yelling in the background. "Finally here.." his yellow eyes scanned the crowds as his stern look would catch the sign hanging off a corner building. "The Cold Cavern" a popular bar by the looks of those going in and out. Parched after his travels he would steer towards it before gripping the door and swinging it open. As expected when he stepped through, candles were lit among light shining through the windows. People and creatures flying over tables as jeers and whistles floated around with fists clashing. Others played common gambling games and were stuck in a focus to win the reward.

Perking a eyebrow, Davios would move to a corner table and take a seat as took the glory of the craphole he had the pleasure of sitting in and waited. It wouldn't been much of a wait as a young female, human waitress would approach. "Drink m'love?" Davios would nod "Pale ale." he noted as most above world drinks tasted like absolute dung to him but he had to at least lower his expectations and enjoy what he had to work with. Waiting for his beer he would lay back and take it in.

Wren Kingsley

 

[Wren Kingsley]

Travelling suited her. It was nice to be in towns and cities where her face wasn't plastered on every post offering rewards for her capture. Here, she was far enough away from Oban that she could show her face with little worry that she'd be recognised, she could relax, kick back, rob people blind without looking suspicious in the very least.

Another benefit of frequenting establishments such as the Cold Cavern, was how utterly stupid people could be. Wren attracted attention. Her raven hair was scooped up into a knot leaving a few dark ringlets to fall loose over her bared, alabaster shoulders. Her slender frame was well tailored with fine and fitted attire. She was quite clearly a woman who took care of herself, and more obviously not from this part of town. For once, it was her intention to stand out rather than blend in.

The men came and went, their eyes crawling lecherously over her, their hands holding little restraint. It took everything she had to smile and feign flattery as she batted their hands away and chuckled girlishly. What she wanted to do was slam said hands down on the sticky bar and affix them there with a blade. Fucking animals.

Wren had been accepting drink after drink from her seat by the bar, but where the men became more and more inebriated, Wren remained sober enough to chuckle flirtatiously and whisper sweet promises in their ear as she leaned and allowed her own hands to deftly help themselves to purses and valuables. They passed out, inevitably, and she was on to the next.

The bar keep smirked and dipped his chin at her as she slipped him his cut of the grift.. "Well I'd say that's an honest day's work Charlie.." she smirked.. "Thanks for the water." she added with a whisper, and the older man's head shook with amusement.

"I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout lass.." he muttered as he wiped down the bar. Wren winked at him and slipped from her stool to step over the slumped man on the floor. Her emerald hues scanned the room as she walked, smiling sweetly to any who met her gaze, and she was so apparently oblivious to the bearish human that she was passing that she bumped into him and stumbled over her feet and into the lap of one Davios Agarwen, but she'd jump up quickly, flustered and rosy cheeked to offer her quick apologies.

"Gods, I am so sorry!.." she rubbed at her brow in embarrassment and shook her head, muttering under her breath about her own clumsiness. "Here, let..let me pay for your drink." she offered softly and plucked a coin from her purse to set it down on his table with a sheepish smile. She wouldn't stick around, for the longer she did, the longer he'd have to realise that his own belt was a little bit lighter.

 

[Davios Agarwen]

Davios would be attempting to join his shit ale. Managing to finish most of it before he grumbled. His stern eyes scanned the bar as the bodies from those enjoying a good fight or good drink would be slumped around. The sun was beginning to set. The nights were cold around these parts and bells rang from the towers to let the town know a storm was spotted and approaching overnight from the ocean. Dark clouds and flashes would be looming in the distance. A couple hours and it would soon make landfall. It seemed most were enjoying themselves and sneaking up into the upper rooms that hosted as a hostel for travellers. Love, lust and business all seemed to intertwine in the large bar. His yellow eyes would catch the folks outside moving about quickly, packing up their carts with their goods and getting ready to close before night finally came upon them.

Davios was lost in his thoughts before he turned to catch a rather good looking woman. She was short, had black hair tied up with a fitting attire to match. At first glance Davios knew right away she was confident. The way she walked, talked and moved all along the bar. Being only one drink in, it didn't take much for him to know she was working the folks in the bar. Nor did he overly care as the fools who gave in would only regret their gestures when they awaken to a empty pouch of coins in their pockets. Smirking under his black hood as his tattooed face would be chuckling under the hood.

And of course like a bad dream, she came stumbling on him. Awkward, clumsy with a flattering smile and rosy cheeks. It never felt anything when she nicked his pouch. Nor did he say anything when she apologized and set a single coin down on the table he was at for a apology. He sat quiet as she began to make her way to the bar as he reached into his robing and felt nothing tied to his belt. Sighing slightly as he waited for her to get to the door before standing up quietly. The good thing with many breeds of Elves is they're quick and quiet on their feet. He would slowly pick the coin up she left and keep his distance as he followed her. More annoyed than surprised.

Wren Kingsley

 

[Wren Kingsley]

"Goodnight Charlie!" Wren bid the simpering barkeep who chuckled and replied with a murmured 'Mh-hm..'. She slipped on her dark coat as she stepped out into the street, her hand held out palm-up to feel the few light drops of rain and her emerald eyes cast themselves toward the heavens at the sound of a distant crack of thunder. The woman huffed to herself and lifted her hood with a wary glimpse in either direction before wandering across the dimpled street that lined the docks.

Her feet splashed in the puddles and the feminine clicks of her heeled boots bounced loudly off of the walls around the empty streets. Her pace was sure and quick, for even a woman who could handle herself would be a fool to be caught out alone after dark. She had rented a cosy little room that overlooked the main dock, and it had been her intended destination, until she sensed that someone was following her. Her steps slowed as she listened for the footsteps, and without a glance backward she turned on her heels to take off at a run down the nearest alleyway.

 

[Davios Agarwen]

Davios would be not long behind her as he heard her call out to the bartender. He pulled his black robe tighter to him as he stepped out and felt the droplets of rain hit his hood. Thunder looming in the distance would be getting closer as the clouds could be seen rolling in over the ocean. He would've put money down that she would start running at some point of this tail. It wouldn't be very long before he was right. Davios stood behind a good distance and tucked into a alleyway as he waited. Turning to look as he seen she spun on her heels and started to bolt down a nearby alleyway.

"Fucking kidding me." Davios snarled under his hood as he bolted out on the cobblestone street and began chasing her in full speed. Elves were a lot faster than most humans. Chasing after her he would cut into the alleyway as his muscular build ached under the flapping black robe. The clouds rolled in on the town as rain began to come down more heavy. Davios's daggers tight to his side and one in his boot as he kept quiet and was alert. If one never knew the situation that happened they would think he was a assassin at first glance.

Davios would watch as she bolted towards the end of the alleway. Mid run he would catch a wooden wagon on its side. Probably used to transport materials and goods. It was near some old barrells as Davios ran to it and gave it a swift kick by its wheel. The wood would break as it made a half wheel on the ground with splinters. Gripping it with his tattooed hand he would spin and use his motion to throw it like a boomerang at the back of one of her legs. Her being back on to him he would hope it would catch her back leg and send her to the floor. Nothing broken but at least tripping her up.


Wren Kingsley

 

[Wren Kingsley]

Wren was used to running. She was swift, agile, lithe; but none of those attributes could have prevented the projectile from hitting her. She pulled in a sharp gasp as her knees buckled and she fell, skidding to a halt on the puddled street with a grimace as she felt her bruises instantly bloom.

“Fuck!” she growled out in frustration as she tried to pull herself back to her feet but her leg protested and she stumbled back to her knees and slammed her fist into a puddle in defeat.

She remained where she was and slowly turned her head to face him with a scowl, her chest rising and falling quickly with each panted breath and her gaze narrowed against the wind and rain that whipped at her face. Her fingers curled around the hilt of the dagger on her thigh. She didn’t draw it yet, but she’d let it serve as a warning should he decide to get too close to her.

“Nice shot.” She muttered bitterly through gritted teeth with a glance to the splintered wheel he’d launched at her, and she let out an incredulous laugh under her breath, void of all amusement.

 

[Davios Agarwen]

Davios would sigh almost like being a father dissapointed with its offspring. Watching her buckle to the floor and hitting it with a thump as the thunder and lightning was now ontop of the city. Cracking, booming and flashes filled the backdrop. Rain came in heavy and sideways as the wind began to pick up. The rain beading off his black robes hood as he let his tattooed hands and fingers slide out and slowly pull the hood down. His stern yellow eyes looking at her with his spikey,messy white hair sticking out to his blue skin.

"You know human, I should slit your throat for being a thief." He would step closer but not close enough to be a immediate threat to her. His gaze met hers with a cold look behind them. Like he was seeing through her and not at her. She looked like a hurt animal, stuck in a trap. Hissing and scowling thinking it was going to be a life or death fight about to surface. Looking at her grip her hilt of her dagger as he took it as a "i'll die fighting you." kind of approach. His free hand slipped into his robing to retrieve one of his daggers and grip the hilt of it tight in case he needed to throw it between her eyes.

He never said a word in regards to his throw as she began to belt out laughing. It seemed all of this was a game to her. The amusement of the prey and predator. Getting caught by a wheel out of all things to stop her in her tracks. Davios would finally say "Give me my coin back, you keep your life." He felt the cold rain run down his back as he would kill her then and there if needed. Not caring less. The fact he gave her a chance to return the coin was as good a blessing to her then he would've liked.


Wren Kingsley

 

[Wren Kingsley]

A grin cracked her stoic expression and she laughed at his words.. "Do you know.. How many men underestimate me, because I'm a woman?.." she shook her head and dragged the back of her wrist across her brow to clear the rivulets of rain from her face.

"Let me make it quite clear Drow." she sneered, stating his race in the way he'd stated hers. "I will return your coin, because you caught me fair and square. Not because I'm afraid of you." she grimaced as she pulled herself back to her feet, favouring her left leg and still striving to catch her breath.

"So. Let's not make idle threats, and you can keep your life." she flashed her teeth in a grin in amusement, her fingertips still dancing idly on her blade.

 

[Davios Agarwen]

Davios would perk a eyebrow up. He almost stiffled a chuckle from her words as she lifted herself up. Watching her wipe away the cold rain on her forehead as he sighed more. "Well, I underestimated you..and you're already one leg down." he glanced at her with his head shaking. "Most people don't fear death when it stares you in the face, thats usually because they're to stupid to know the difference." He would look at her as he felt the lightning crack above your head. Feeling the cold water hit his hair he would wait for her to return his coin.

"Whats going on down there!?!" A Guard would call out accompanied by a couple others. They had torches and were in full armour as it appeared the noisy townfolk must've called for guards when they seen the foot chase start. Davios would flick his hood back up as he growled. For a split second he had the debate in his head "Leave her and ler be hung or in a jail for awhile..Or..Ah fuck it." He let go of the hilt on his dagger and bolted straight at her.

He would sweep her into his arms as if she fell into a chair as he began to run in a good pace. Stomping through puddles as he smelled light fresh trees with a hint of whiskey. "I hope you know your way around this place." he said under his breath to her as he heard the guards begin chase behind him with swords drawn down the alleyway.

Wren Kingsley

 

[Wren Kingsley]

Wren squinted through the lashing rain at the guards, lifting an arm to shield her face as she counted them. Human, by the looks of things. She'd been about to tell them the tale of a lone human woman being stalked and attacked by a monstrous drow, which she was sure they'd have had no trouble buying. But as the dark elf darted toward her she was too slow to move out of his way and she let out a squeal in protest as he lifted her from her feet.

Her dagger was swiftly drawn and ready to plunge down into the crook of his neck when he spoke and she looked over his shoulder to see the guards give chase. "You will put me down this fucking instant!" she growled in demand as she writhed in his grip and kicked her legs.

"HELP, PLEASE!!!" she called back to the guards and chuckled to herself as she tried to wriggle her way out of his arms. Well, one thing was for certain, her night was certainly more entertaining than it had been in some weeks.

 

[Davios Agarwen]

Davios would sigh as he moved down the alleyway and cut a corner to into another one. He gained some distance from the group chasing him as he turned his head to see if they were near. After noting they weren't close as of yet he would drop Wren on her back and ass straight out of his arms like dropping a sack of apples. He would look at her with a blank look before hearing the guards yelling and their torches getting closer. The sound of the thunder boomed and lightning clapped in the dark clouds above.

He left her there in the middle of the alleyway as he tucked in to the side where a doorway was that was concealed if you looked straight down the alleyway. He kept his hood up as he pulled out a dagger. In a mere second the first guard ran right past him along with the 3 others as they stared at her in confusion. Before she could warm them or they could see, Davios plunged his dagger in the side of the last guards neck. Leaving it stuck in as a spurt of blood shot outside the chinstrap of his helmet and onto his white armour. Now leaving a heavy mix of red as it washed down the side of him. The Guard dropping to his knees as the next one turned to see what just happened before meeting Davios foot to his chest plate. Sending the guard flying backwards and like a bowling ball, hitting the rest and knocking them.

Davios would lean down and pick up the guards sword very casually like nothing just happened. Gripping it into his hands as he waited for the second guard to scurry up and get onto his feet. Soon as he stood up to face the Drow the guard took a big swing at him as Davios ducked and swung his sword into his leg as the full force of the swing broke through the connecting plate by his knee and severed in entirely. A clean slice and fortunate to have the motion behind it to push through and not get stuck on the bone. The guard would collapse and begin screaming like a mad man as Davios looked at the last two.

"Come on." he motioned in a sigh as the two came at him right away. Both taking a swing as he used the previous soldiers sword to block it. He had to get down on one knee as both their strikes were alot and he was struggling to hold back their blows. Looking at their stance in a quick look he would give it everything he got and push upwards on their swords to send their arms up as he rolled between them and dropped the sword where he was.

Taking out the second dagger behind him he would stand up behind the pair as one turned to look at him through the helmets visor only to meet the end of his dagger going straight through the visor and into his skull. He would drop lifeless as the last guard stood looking at him in horror. Removing the dagger, The backdrop continued of rain, lightning, thunder and the guard with the decapitated leg screaming. Davios turned to look at Wren with a glare before looking back to the last guard. He got on his knees and begged for mercy after barewitness to the Drows savageness. The Drow nodded to him as he walked past him as if to spare him before turning around and grabbing his head and tilting it back.

Letting his dagger glide across the throat of the guard as he made sure to turn him towards Wren. Blood squirting out of his throat and right in front of her on the cobble alleyway as he was the last of the small band. Davios would wipe the blade before looking at the guard with the leg gone in crying pain. "Shame. Your saviours are dead." Wren Kingsley

 

[Wren Kingsley]

Wren hit the watery road with a wince and shot an affronted scowl up at the drow as he tucked himself away into the doorway. "The f--" She had opened her mouth to yell at him when a shout from the guards diverted her attention as they rushed toward her and she groaned to herself. All of this over a single coin purse.

The first guard had been reaching to grab her, not too gently, when the last fell to his knees and his attention was drawn toward the dying man. Before he could react, the dark elf had sent another clattering into them and they all toppled like empty suits of armour and squirmed to get back to their feet.

Wren lifted her hand to shield her face from rain and blood as she watched through, a grimace etched on her face as they each met their violent end. She stared at the last man on his knees as the drow's blade slipped across his throat and his life spilled in dark crimson out into the street. Her chest lifted and fell quickly as she watched the light leave his eyes and she swallowed down the wave of nausea in her stomach as she looked up at Davios with a blink.

She dragged herself to her feet, soaked with rain and spattered with blood and both hands, empty of weapons, lifted to shove at his chest regardless of the weapon.. "All that over a bit of coin?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" she growled at him, strands of dark hair stuck with rain to her pale face and her emerald eyes staring venomously into his. They could have played the guards, hid from them, sent them on some amusing chase, but now there were far worse crimes to answer for and Wren's fear of incarceration was rushing to the forefront of her mind.

"The fuck is wrong with you!?" her fists clenched.

 

[Davios Agarwen]

Davios Agarwen would keep looking at her with his blatant look. As if what just transpired never happened or he could've cared less. He was a Drow, his loyalties lay with the underworld taking over everything above them. Shrugging slowly to her comment as he looked at the pile of blood and bodies folded up like chairs in a small heap. "You Reap what you sow, steal from me again and I promise you I'll cut your tongue from your head." He would take the dead guards coin purses as he ended up doubling his coin from what he originally had. Fitting as all that hard work had to pay off for something. The cold rain pouring down as the blood from their bodies would seep through the cracks in the cobble stone and into the gutter.

Taking a small shove from her as he never took a step back and just sort of leaned back from the shove. He really had no sympathy. She thought it was all fun and games. Cry for help, look for the thrill of getting Davios in trouble and probably doing her typical act of "Oh save me guards, this brute is a monster". She was use to being the one in control and now that she was utterly helpess she switched that confidence to anger. He could end her life right here without remorse but he refrained. The wound will be remembered more when it becomes a scar and not when you're dead without feeling.

Staring at her he would shift off from the alleyway to let her lick her wounds. His eyes still deathly staring into hers as he backed up into the blackness of the alleyway. The rain pouring and lightning cracking as he slowly slipped into the blackness and with that he would take his leave. [End Thread for me] Wren Kingsley