Don't make friends with thieves - part 4 by HorribleWriter, literature
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Don't make friends with thieves - part 4
The atmosphere in the casino had long been transformed from its pleasant mix of joy and frustration to utmost horror. Ecniro didn't play games. His free time was not spent throwing money away in bets. He was here for business. The previous murmur of dozens of conversations being carried out at once was now but a flow of whispers. Some tables even paused their games as the participants could barely focus. Even the staff members were suddenly much slower and their shaking hands proved quite a problem when it came to shuffling cards or rolling dice. Even at Kard's table, nobody dared to say more than the few words necessary to continue the game. A couple of minutes passed with nothing happening and so people were slowly getting ideas. Some were smart, such as simply continuing their games, since they had nothing to fear. Others, however, quickly began recalling all the bad deeds they'd done in the past couple of weeks. The collective list of sins of everyone in the establishment would
Don't make friends with thieves - part 3 by HorribleWriter, literature
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Don't make friends with thieves - part 3
The young man let out a sigh of relief when Kard and Zelia finally tossed him onto their couch. Fortunately for the couple, their home once used to be a clinic, run by Kard's late mother, so there was plenty of room for an overnight guest. All he needed was a bowl of water and a rag, to wash off all the dirt and blood, and suddenly, he looked a lot more respectable. It was obvious, however, that he did not belong to the city, with his smoothly brushed golden hair and a face that lacked any scars, being only decorated with a couple of freckles and a large mole on his right cheek. "So, mind telling me who you are why the hell you came to New Phoenix?" Kard asked. "I'm M-Moric. And well... this place has no law against illusion magic so I thought–" Kard and Zelia sighed. People like him were as common as they could get. The entire lawless part in the city description attracted those who thought that here, their actions wouldn't have consequences. "Listen, pal, this is a bad idea. You
Don't make friends with thieves - part 2 by HorribleWriter, literature
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Don't make friends with thieves - part 2
A couple of minutes earlier, the marketplace near Donkey's Horn got significantly livelier. People were swarming around a young lady, constantly demanding their attention. "Sorry, I only have ten of these left and there are twenty people ahead of you. I'm sorry," she explained in a sweet voice. The way she kept turning from one customer to another made her long brown braid fly, sometimes even hitting the nearby people. "I'll pay you thirty gold for it!" one of the men yelled. "Thirty-two! Just get me rid of the rash!" another one yelled. Before Zelia knew it, her simple attempt at selling a few ointments turned into a full-blown auction. "Please, please, calm down. I can't take that much money away from you," she tried to calm the crowd down with a serpent's tongue. There was such a situation yesterday, and today, and there certainly would be one tomorrow, when she brings another few bottles from her supplies at home. The rash was a relatively new problem, but one that drove
Don't make friends with thieves - part 1 by HorribleWriter, literature
Literature
Don't make friends with thieves - part 1
A large metal key clicked in the lock and only a single thought flew through Kard's mind: "Oh shit." He did not count on the possibility that the resident of the house would return so early. However, despite the bleakness of his situation, it wasn't the first time he had to think on the spot. Along with the second turn of the key, he shut the safe, the sound masked by the noise of unlocking. The thief quickly leaned back, lay down on the ground, and kicked himself off with his feet. Without any problem, he slid down under the bed, where he wormed his way into a more comfortable position. The merchant stepped inside. At first glance, he couldn't notice anything. Kard was anything but careless when it came to his profession. Or so he believed. He considered himself a true professional. The man lay down and the bed and closed his eyes. Sleeping in the hotel in New Phoenix was about as unpleasant of an experience as one could have. If it were possible for an establishment to have
Don't make friends with thieves - part 4 by HorribleWriter, literature
Literature
Don't make friends with thieves - part 4
The atmosphere in the casino had long been transformed from its pleasant mix of joy and frustration to utmost horror. Ecniro didn't play games. His free time was not spent throwing money away in bets. He was here for business. The previous murmur of dozens of conversations being carried out at once was now but a flow of whispers. Some tables even paused their games as the participants could barely focus. Even the staff members were suddenly much slower and their shaking hands proved quite a problem when it came to shuffling cards or rolling dice. Even at Kard's table, nobody dared to say more than the few words necessary to continue the game. A couple of minutes passed with nothing happening and so people were slowly getting ideas. Some were smart, such as simply continuing their games, since they had nothing to fear. Others, however, quickly began recalling all the bad deeds they'd done in the past couple of weeks. The collective list of sins of everyone in the establishment would
Don't make friends with thieves - part 3 by HorribleWriter, literature
Literature
Don't make friends with thieves - part 3
The young man let out a sigh of relief when Kard and Zelia finally tossed him onto their couch. Fortunately for the couple, their home once used to be a clinic, run by Kard's late mother, so there was plenty of room for an overnight guest. All he needed was a bowl of water and a rag, to wash off all the dirt and blood, and suddenly, he looked a lot more respectable. It was obvious, however, that he did not belong to the city, with his smoothly brushed golden hair and a face that lacked any scars, being only decorated with a couple of freckles and a large mole on his right cheek. "So, mind telling me who you are why the hell you came to New Phoenix?" Kard asked. "I'm M-Moric. And well... this place has no law against illusion magic so I thought–" Kard and Zelia sighed. People like him were as common as they could get. The entire lawless part in the city description attracted those who thought that here, their actions wouldn't have consequences. "Listen, pal, this is a bad idea. You
Don't make friends with thieves - part 2 by HorribleWriter, literature
Literature
Don't make friends with thieves - part 2
A couple of minutes earlier, the marketplace near Donkey's Horn got significantly livelier. People were swarming around a young lady, constantly demanding their attention. "Sorry, I only have ten of these left and there are twenty people ahead of you. I'm sorry," she explained in a sweet voice. The way she kept turning from one customer to another made her long brown braid fly, sometimes even hitting the nearby people. "I'll pay you thirty gold for it!" one of the men yelled. "Thirty-two! Just get me rid of the rash!" another one yelled. Before Zelia knew it, her simple attempt at selling a few ointments turned into a full-blown auction. "Please, please, calm down. I can't take that much money away from you," she tried to calm the crowd down with a serpent's tongue. There was such a situation yesterday, and today, and there certainly would be one tomorrow, when she brings another few bottles from her supplies at home. The rash was a relatively new problem, but one that drove
Don't make friends with thieves - part 1 by HorribleWriter, literature
Literature
Don't make friends with thieves - part 1
A large metal key clicked in the lock and only a single thought flew through Kard's mind: "Oh shit." He did not count on the possibility that the resident of the house would return so early. However, despite the bleakness of his situation, it wasn't the first time he had to think on the spot. Along with the second turn of the key, he shut the safe, the sound masked by the noise of unlocking. The thief quickly leaned back, lay down on the ground, and kicked himself off with his feet. Without any problem, he slid down under the bed, where he wormed his way into a more comfortable position. The merchant stepped inside. At first glance, he couldn't notice anything. Kard was anything but careless when it came to his profession. Or so he believed. He considered himself a true professional. The man lay down and the bed and closed his eyes. Sleeping in the hotel in New Phoenix was about as unpleasant of an experience as one could have. If it were possible for an establishment to have
(short stories) Soulshine by HorribleWriter, literature
Literature
(short stories) Soulshine
That superhero stuff is truly everywhere these days. My little brother was always a huge fan, buying all the toys, comic books, video games, etc. Those heroes wear crazy costumes, have insane powers and save millions of people in every arc of their story. But this world, our world, has no such superheroes. But it's not because of the lack of such powers or goofy costumes. It's because, in reality, power isn't everything. Even if it's a superpower.
My name is Evelyn Rook, and... I'm a superhero. Or at least I have everything I'd need in order to become one. I do have a special power. Although it's different than what you'd expect. I can't fl
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