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The IslandFather, wake up. His daughter spoke to him as he lay on the beach, half unconscious. Father, wake up. The emotionless voice ringed in his ears. A groan passed his lips as his eyes slowly opened. The sun was bright and it blinded him temporarily. Father, it would be best that you stay off of the sand and out of the sun. You could get quite sunburn. He smirked as he heard his daughters voice reprimanding him. Hold, Ethalyn. I shall rise eventually. Where was he? His daughter mentioned sand the desert, perhaps? No, for he could hear the sound of waves beating upon nearbThe Island


Travels of a Thief 4June 11th 1194 B.C.Travels of a Thief 4
2:09 P.M.
I woke in a cell, along with the artisan, two escorts and the informant from Sparta. I had been unconscious for about a day and I still had the ring. One of the escorts explained to me that they had been captured just for staying in one place for too long. The informant said that the whole thing was a trap from the start. He told me that the person he was talking to was an Athenian guard sent to look for any signs of the Thieves guild. The informant had offered the guard a rare treasure in exchange for money. That guard told the Spartan guard, which in turn told the Pylos guard. I


Travels of a Thief 3June 10th 1194 B.C. 12:57 P.M.Travels of a Thief 3
Before leaving from Sparta, a guild member came to me with another task. It seemed that the great king Nestor had a ring that would grant eternal life. I, personally, dont think such things are possible, but some fool out in the world does. I agreed to the proposition and asked for any details. The informant told me that Nestor would never take it off and that I would have to obtain it while he was sleeping. After two days of sailing and a few hours of hiking, weve arrived in Pylos. The artisan said that, with the help of one in the fine art of jewel shaping, we could forge the rin


Travels of a Thief 2June 8th, 1194 B.C. 2:37 A.M.Travels of a Thief 2
As Im writing this, we are entering the temple. The friendly guards have allowed us into the chamber with the bust. It was sitting atop a marble pedestal and it was made of stone. A fine looking statuette, indeed. My friend only stared at the statue, captured by its magnificence. I had to elbow him in the ribs to pull him out of such a trance. The artisan had made us a replicate and woke us at the inn. Everything seems to be going too smoothly. In a large satchel, I carried the replicate. My partner silently approached the pedestal and grabbed the statuette. I placed the fake in the origi
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GOLDIAN HAMMER!!
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Life is a process of realizing oneself. The moment of attainment leads only to oblivion. --DD
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GOLDIAN HAMMER!!
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Life is a process of realizing oneself. The moment of attainment leads only to oblivion. --DD
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Commission Info:
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I'm desperate for commissions
No one likes my art
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Life is a process of realizing oneself. The moment of attainment leads only to oblivion. --DD
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Commission Info:
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I'm desperate for commissions
No one likes my art
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Kudos to ~GlassWind for fixing my avatar.
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Life is a process of realizing oneself. The moment of attainment leads only to oblivion. --DD
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