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Author: nameless
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VIII – Money equals happiness…right?
Yea I guess I was a mercenary and just biding time doing the illegal for whoever would pay me until I was old enough to do it for the city, but I did enjoy it. I had the thrill of the fight and the feelings of power that came with it. After the job I did I gained even more credibility in the underworld, able to afford an even better apartment in Longshadow Alley under the protection of the black market crime boss since I continued to do jobs for him.
I began to socialize a little more, but socializing with Dark Elves could be considered withdrawing even more from society with how secretive and sly they all are. I fit in surprisingly well though, maybe originally getting in because of their boss but earning their respect in time.
I was freelance, I still did the occasional job or two for others if the opportunity came along, and never actually joined with the dark elves gang, since I wasn’t a Dark Elf they never asked and I was ok with it, each morning I was reminded not to trust anyone by seeing my scar.
After the big job Lucan started to crack down. He learned what had happened and why, and any deal between him and the dark elf was officially canceled, with more and more guards poking around each day. Just when I had started to feel comfortable I felt the need to move away to get away from this hassle.
I returned to Beggar’s Court, and still having close to two platinum saved up was able to get a place pretty easily, returning to my underground life. I didn’t even bother with legit jobs anymore since my reputation was good enough to get more jobs then I would even need.
I began to train again, wanting to be stronger and stronger, eventually venturing outside of the city and hunting some of the weaker orc tribes, which turned out to be a good source of money as well.
“You sure you’re old enough to be fighting these guys kid?” A large Kerra said resting a large sword on his shoulder.
“You sure you’re smart enough to use that mouth?” I came back with, the surrounding party chuckling.
“You sure you want to live little kid?” The Kerra said readying his sword.
“Now now, the orcs are our enemies.” The other human of the group said stepping forward. “Save your energy for them.”
The Kerra nodded and broke eye contact as a young looking dark elf smiled at me. “You’re scar right?” I nodded. “I’ve heard of you. Was hoping to meet you, why did you move out of Longshadow Alley?”
“Too much heat.” I said as we walked through the Commonlands.
He nodded. “I hear you…Lucan is really bringing the brick down. The word is there will be a new crime boss pretty soon.” He said with a wink.
“And that’s good news?”
He shrugged. “If whoever it is pays better it is.” The human hushed us as we crouched and looked over the hill we stood on. Two small tents were to the side of one larger one, with a campfire going in the center.
“How many do you see?” He asked the Dark Elf who studied the camp without trouble even in the dark night. “Nine, maybe ten.” He said finally looking back at us. “Maybe a little too much?”
“If we got a real fighter instead of a kid maybe not.” The Kerra said sarcastically.
“You’re pushing my patience.” I said angrily.
“Quiet!” The human said. “We can do it and we will if we don’t kill each other first.”
We were able to calm down enough to get a plan together. The Kerra would wait here as we snuck around to the other side of the cliff behind the camp. He would then start sniping at them with his bow, hopefully taking out a couple of the fighters as they ran for him, as we snuck up behind and killed the archers who stayed behind.
It was a good plan, a plan that worked perfectly thanks to the stupidity of the orcs, but it lacked one very important thing, the sharing of the loot. “I say we just split it up evenly.” The dark elf said.
“I agree, I don’t see what the problem is.” The human said.
He looked at me angrily, as if he was mad that I was able to prove him wrong. “I don’t share so well with kids.” He sneered.
“And I don’t share too well with death men.” I said not breaking his stare.
“Scar…”
“What? The orcs are dead…let me take care of him.”
The dark elf smiled. “I don’t have a problem with it.”
The human sighed rolling his eyes. “Whatever, just make it fast before more orcs come.”
The Kerra snarled at me pulling a dagger from his belt. He was fast and took me by surprise swinging it at me, but I was able to move mostly out of the way, only getting a slight cut on my arm. As I moved back I twirled around and kicked in him the face, sending him falling back and allowing me the time to regain my bearings.
This time when he came at me I was ready, blocking his arm and punching him back again. He fell to his knees and got up slowly, the hate in his eyes all consuming as he came at me again.
He was tired now, and I easily avoided his stab, punching him in the gut, kneeing him in the face and then punching him again in the face. He fell hard on his back dropping the knife and the dark elf clapped. “Good show.” He said sneering.
The human rolled his eyes. “Can we just split this up and say goodbye now?”
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