RE: Anyone up for a little smexy D&D? (3.5/PF)
Aiden grew up in the slums of life. Never knowing who his parents were, or where he truly came from. He was raised by the beggars and the less respectable citizens of the town. His learned to talk from bards and town criers and although he seemed slightly slower than most, he soon surpassed many in his vocabulary. When he was 13 years old, he was walking the streets listening to the local gossip when he overheard something he was sure he wasn’t supposed to hear. There was some large attack that was planned on the local thieves’ guild by the local magistrate. He didn’t know why he felt the urge to tell someone, but he did. He knew where the guild hid and knew that he would be able to get there before the soldiers did. Once there he told did as he normally did. He begged, hoping for money until the leader came out. He was always the one to deal with the “demon-brat”. After Aiden had taken a few blows for his begging, he looked up at the man, coughing blood with a smile.
“Would you feed me for information?” He said and at that moment he had what he needed. He told the leader what he had heard and what was going down. As it turned out to be true, the leader decided instead of feeding the pitiful boy, he would take him in and raise him. That was the start of his secret broker life. It started with small secrets, affairs of the nobles, movements of various people and guilds. Soon, Aiden had learned how to not only make his way in life, but defend himself. He then met his tutor, a Halfling bard by the name of Jethro. The stories he had were vast and it seemed there was always more to the tale. He fascinated Aiden with simple parlor tricks and various spells. It was him who taught Aiden how to tap into his natural arcane abilities. Soon the two of them were a double threat. It was when Aiden learned too much about the guild that his life changed for the best.
One night when Jethro and Aiden were working the local pub, a dark man came in and sat near them. Jethro told Aiden to be careful with that one, but he assumed that he would have been safe. He recognized the man as a fellow guild member. As the night went to the closing time, it was soon only the three of them. The bartender had gone upstairs for some reason. As Aiden was ready to talk to the dark figure, he flipped his wrist and Aiden felt the cold steel in his stomach. Jethro came to his rescue, beating the man senseless before tending to Aiden. The wound was almost fatal; there would definitely be a scar. He was taken to the local church and healed fully. Jethro stayed by his side the entire time as Aiden tossed and turned in painful hallucinations. When he finally recovered enough, Jethro explained what had happened. Angry, hurt and confused, Aiden set out to get revenge on the guild. There was little he could do but ruin their plans. Jethro kept asking him to leave with him, find a new place and a new start. Aiden couldn’t just leave, not the only place that felt like home to him.
By this time, everyone knew where to go when they needed something. The other guilds to the nobles would ask for information, for times and places to do their business. Jethro and Aiden soon were no longer hurting for funds. The last time Aiden saw Jethro was a storm blasted night. It was as ominous as some of the tales Jethro would tell. They were leaving the tavern after a long night of story-telling and flirting. Normally Jethro refused to drink at the bar, paranoid that the booze was never as good as his own. But this night was special. A dancer had come in to entertain the locals and took a liking to Jethro. He bought the entire tavern enough drinks to drown a dwarf. As the three of them made it into the middle of the street, the woman asked if he had any source of light, as she was afraid of the dark. As soon as Jethro pulled out his sunrod, it glistened against something fast. A dagger had been flung from the darkness. It landed expertly in his throat as he fell and started to cough and choke on his own blood. Aiden fell to his knees, no longer caring if the woman was the cause or not. He wanted to make sure his friend was fine. However, he was not as luck as Aiden was. Jethro smiled as he looked up at Aiden, his eyes slowly glazing over. “Well demon-brat, I told you we should have gone somewhere else.” He laughed through the pain and blood. He pulled a small ring off of his finger and placed it in Aiden’s hand. “Here, it’s my good luck charm. I know it won’t fit, but keep it safe for when you come and join me.” He said as the life left his body in a bloody pool at Aiden’s feet.
That was the last straw for Aiden, he decided he could no longer sit back and let the thieves guild do this to him. He had a few guards that were in his pocket, so he decided that now was the time to call in a favor. With a small group of them, he stormed the guild’s hideout. After all he had learned from this place, all of the secrets and all of the tricks, he was easily able to guide the gaurds through all of the tricks and traps. Soon he was face to face with the man who adopted him. They fought, much like when he would teach Aiden how to fight. But after the years, Aiden had learned a few things from other places. It wasn’t long before he had the upper hand. Sword positioned at his throat, an evil smile on his face.
“Will you spare me for information?” the man asked as he was back in a corner. “As soon as you have killed me the guards out there will take you into custody and you will rot in jail alone, just like before you came to me.” He said with a pained laugh. Aiden’s hands were shaking as the tip of his rapier pressed against his skin. Aiden knew that regardless how this ended, he would have to leave. He was planning on doing that, something Jethro would have wanted. Aiden sighed and looked deeply into the man he called father’s eyes.
“Make sure you say hi to Jethro for me.” He said as he pushed forward and plunged the blade into his throat. He held it there, feeling the life seep out like Jethro’s did. With a sense of accomplishment and a sense of agony Aiden pulled his blade out, just as the guards came in.
“Now come and make this easy on yourself. There is an awful large bounty on your capture. If you come quietly, I will try to get you mercy.” Aiden merely laughed and shook his head.
“There is no mercy for me, only adventure.” He said as he threw up an impenetrable wall of darkness and felt his way for the last escape route he ‘forgot’ to let the guards know. He escaped through the sewers, making it all of the way out of the city. Once there, he just walked until he couldn’t walk anymore. He would stop at each tavern, making his money as a story teller, and the occasional pickpocket, never staying in one place for too long.
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