Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150301192956/@comment-5543592-20150304134304

The inaguration had gone flawlessly. The cowl had been passed to him from the former guild master. No one had objected at the ceremony. But this was almost certainly the work of one of the other Master Thieves. No one else would have motive to expose the guildhall. Just minutes after the cowl had been passed to Perdix watchmen had stormed the hall, cutting down thieves without mercy. Perdix only escaped because was on the second floor, where there was no door. When he threw himself from the window the cowl's enchantment saved him from an otherwise crippling fall. Some part of him knew he should've helped his comrades, but there was no way he was going to risk his life for them. They wouldn't have done him the favor. Besides, as of the moment, he was oddly free of guilt or remorse. He was about to be dead aswell, so the guards had done there job. Some guy who had been watching the guild's city entrance had managed to get him. And now, here he was, bleeding out in a sewer.

Perdix rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling and slowly closed his eyes, embracing death.

"Shor's bones, you look like shit."

Perdix's eyes shot open and he spun his lain form 180*, so that the soles of his feet were pointing towards the voice. He sat up as he did so, and pulled a readied throwing knife from his belt.

A woman in black robes was standing over him.

"Who the hell are you?  Why are you down here?" Demanded Perdix.

"I live down here." Answered the woman.

"You live in a sewer?"

"Yeah.  It's dark down here.  I dont like the light."

Perdix processed that a moment. What lived in the dark and hated the light?  "Are you a...."

"Vampire?  Yes.  My name Gisla."

"Hello, Gisla." Said Perdix with a nod and a friendly smile. He always made himself very hard not to like. it's how he was such an effective thief.. "I don't suppose you'd like to help me out?"

Gisla shrugged. "Sure.  Do I get a free drink?"

Perdix made a strained face as the color drained out of it. "Just kidding." The vampire said with a toothy smile. "Let me help you up."

Perdix slid the dagger back into his knifebelt and extended his hand. Gisla pulled him to his feet effortlessly. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that if she wanted to, she could easily overpower him. Which is why Perdix decided to trust her. She could outmatch him in every way, even his speed. He was crippled by his arm.

"Where do you want to go?" She asked.

"I need to get out of the sewer at the north end, towards Skyrim."

"Sure." They walked in silence for a bit, his arm around her shoulders, and she supporting his weight. Gisla eventually broke it. "Hey, you're the Gray Fox."

"Did the mask give me away?"