Post by Terasha Kurash on Feb 25, 2006 12:42:51 GMT -5
The great city of Micae, infamous as the capital of the Thieves' and Pirates' Guilds, renowned for its rich merchant trades. Silent agreements are set between the black-hearted and the semi-peaceful traders. The rogues crawled all over the city, the buccaneers struck the waters in the Southern Island chain, but the capital, the middle of it, was Micae.
It was here that Terasha Kurash was taking a stroll to calm her nerves, her ever-anxious mind. There was a war to the North, everyone knew that. The Guild was becoming nervous about the safety of their members on the large continent. What was King Dre to do about their lives? Terasha had informed him: Don't worry about it. But still, she had to wonder if he listened to her.
Then there were her brethren, the Kurash up there, with Blaire at their center. She wished they would all just curl up and die, all of those backstabbing TimeTurners. Everyone knew about their recent disgrace; news traveled fast in the capital of the Southern Islands. Terasha sneered. Serves them right, she thought. The hawk-winged girl hoped that they were all caught up in the middle of the dragon's war, especially Blaire, damn him. She shook her head. No sense worrying about it. The Kurash should get what was coming to them, whatever way.
She nabbed an apple from a cart of merchant's wares, the storekeeper not noticing, speaking to a customer with his back turned to her. Her quick hands ensured that no one else noticed either, and because of the "arrangement" between the merchants and the thieves, he would overlook the few bits of merchandise that were missing. This was a small price to pay for the protection the Thieves' Guild, Pirates' Guild, Assassins' Guild, and Mercenaries' Guild provided the island. They ensured that the merchants and the few other more... respectable occupations in the city were protection. It was simple enough. After all, the former still needed the business of the latter. Not only were they provided with the things they needed, merchants and craftsmen and other such trades brought wealth and tourism to the islands, something that the brigands thrived upon.
Terasha leaned against a shop wall on the side of the street. Life in Micae agreed with her as life among the Kurash never had. She flipped a stray piece of dark, curling hair out of her face, her deep sapphire eyes watching the crowd, perhaps wondering if she could clean the pocket of a visiting noble today. The streets were filled with visitors from other places, with traders and their wares, with the various skilled crafters at work for the first. She could also pick out some she knew from her Guild, and a few from some of the others.
Oh, Micae! City of handsome young men and beautiful young women, like the things they sold, or the things they stole. City of drunken nights, and drunken knights. Micae, city she loved, the city of the one she loved. Terasha's home was now in ... Micae.
It was here that Terasha Kurash was taking a stroll to calm her nerves, her ever-anxious mind. There was a war to the North, everyone knew that. The Guild was becoming nervous about the safety of their members on the large continent. What was King Dre to do about their lives? Terasha had informed him: Don't worry about it. But still, she had to wonder if he listened to her.
Then there were her brethren, the Kurash up there, with Blaire at their center. She wished they would all just curl up and die, all of those backstabbing TimeTurners. Everyone knew about their recent disgrace; news traveled fast in the capital of the Southern Islands. Terasha sneered. Serves them right, she thought. The hawk-winged girl hoped that they were all caught up in the middle of the dragon's war, especially Blaire, damn him. She shook her head. No sense worrying about it. The Kurash should get what was coming to them, whatever way.
She nabbed an apple from a cart of merchant's wares, the storekeeper not noticing, speaking to a customer with his back turned to her. Her quick hands ensured that no one else noticed either, and because of the "arrangement" between the merchants and the thieves, he would overlook the few bits of merchandise that were missing. This was a small price to pay for the protection the Thieves' Guild, Pirates' Guild, Assassins' Guild, and Mercenaries' Guild provided the island. They ensured that the merchants and the few other more... respectable occupations in the city were protection. It was simple enough. After all, the former still needed the business of the latter. Not only were they provided with the things they needed, merchants and craftsmen and other such trades brought wealth and tourism to the islands, something that the brigands thrived upon.
Terasha leaned against a shop wall on the side of the street. Life in Micae agreed with her as life among the Kurash never had. She flipped a stray piece of dark, curling hair out of her face, her deep sapphire eyes watching the crowd, perhaps wondering if she could clean the pocket of a visiting noble today. The streets were filled with visitors from other places, with traders and their wares, with the various skilled crafters at work for the first. She could also pick out some she knew from her Guild, and a few from some of the others.
Oh, Micae! City of handsome young men and beautiful young women, like the things they sold, or the things they stole. City of drunken nights, and drunken knights. Micae, city she loved, the city of the one she loved. Terasha's home was now in ... Micae.