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When the night comes.
The night life in Anvil was full of sea-chanties and drunken laughter. The life was light-hearted and live for the moment. It was the middle of the week and normally Vivika would wander down to the bar and grab a drink, but she had to travel to Chorral in 2 days and needed to get her plans ready for the heist.
She sat by candle light near in the living room. Empty bookshelves and cupboards were the only furniture here except a rather comfy green armchair that had come with the house.
Ever since the 'incident' with the necromancing dead in the basement she'd kept the door locked to the basement. It still creeped her out a bit, sleeping in the same house as that great evil. It was true, she was no angel, but she was still not a dead-worshiper. She just liked to have the biggest prize.
It was about quarter after midnight that she'd heard a floorboard squeak on the porch. "What idiot has gotten drunk and thought this is his place" She questioned as she stood up and grabbed her elven blade that knew the taste of blood. She unbolted the oak door and swung it open. No one was there. "Curious" she said as she peered out onto the porch. The shadows hid nothing with her dark-vision ring on her long thing finger.
She shut the door and as she turned to look out the window on her left, the door swung open and a large man grabbed her and pinned her to the wall. "For a thief, you've gotten sloppy elf!" he sneered into her ear. She may have been caught off guard, but she was no weakling. She jabbed her elbow into his liver and swung her head back smashing his nose and mouth in one successful blow. She unsheathed her blade and swung around to place the deadly metal at his throat. "For a thief, you're pretty fucking stupid" she said ready to strike the death-blow. "Wait! are you daft? has it really been that long that I'm out of your mind?" he said chuckling and lifting his head up, holding the nose that was now bleeding. He was about 6'2 and had shoulders that were broad and it was him... Jorundr, her prize from Bruma. She didn't flinch. He'd betrayed her in her eyes. She glared at him with those raven's blood eyes that he'd tried to get to so badly. "Vivika don't you believe me?" he said dropping to his knees in a fashion of surrendering.
They stayed there, staring into each other's eyes. Neither one moving, Her red and his green gaze. One full of longing, the other full of pain. His clothing didn't fit right and seemed to be stolen. He was armed with a blade that she knew was customary of a guard from the Imperial City. His once shoulder-length hair was now to his chest. It had gone uncut since their last meeting. The red highlights couldn't be seen from the desperate need of a bath. "Why didn't you wait for me?" She said dropping the blade and walking backwards towards the fireplace.
She sat by candle light near in the living room. Empty bookshelves and cupboards were the only furniture here except a rather comfy green armchair that had come with the house.
Ever since the 'incident' with the necromancing dead in the basement she'd kept the door locked to the basement. It still creeped her out a bit, sleeping in the same house as that great evil. It was true, she was no angel, but she was still not a dead-worshiper. She just liked to have the biggest prize.
It was about quarter after midnight that she'd heard a floorboard squeak on the porch. "What idiot has gotten drunk and thought this is his place" She questioned as she stood up and grabbed her elven blade that knew the taste of blood. She unbolted the oak door and swung it open. No one was there. "Curious" she said as she peered out onto the porch. The shadows hid nothing with her dark-vision ring on her long thing finger.
She shut the door and as she turned to look out the window on her left, the door swung open and a large man grabbed her and pinned her to the wall. "For a thief, you've gotten sloppy elf!" he sneered into her ear. She may have been caught off guard, but she was no weakling. She jabbed her elbow into his liver and swung her head back smashing his nose and mouth in one successful blow. She unsheathed her blade and swung around to place the deadly metal at his throat. "For a thief, you're pretty fucking stupid" she said ready to strike the death-blow. "Wait! are you daft? has it really been that long that I'm out of your mind?" he said chuckling and lifting his head up, holding the nose that was now bleeding. He was about 6'2 and had shoulders that were broad and it was him... Jorundr, her prize from Bruma. She didn't flinch. He'd betrayed her in her eyes. She glared at him with those raven's blood eyes that he'd tried to get to so badly. "Vivika don't you believe me?" he said dropping to his knees in a fashion of surrendering.
They stayed there, staring into each other's eyes. Neither one moving, Her red and his green gaze. One full of longing, the other full of pain. His clothing didn't fit right and seemed to be stolen. He was armed with a blade that she knew was customary of a guard from the Imperial City. His once shoulder-length hair was now to his chest. It had gone uncut since their last meeting. The red highlights couldn't be seen from the desperate need of a bath. "Why didn't you wait for me?" She said dropping the blade and walking backwards towards the fireplace.