Cyfier

How do I even begin to describe these days. I set out with a game in mind. Fun, even. And what fun it was. Risky even for me. I learnt my tricks from Mabel, a feisty dark haired Bree-girl I may have mentioned before. She was a competent thief. In those days I must have known Rannie. But we never spoke. There were many faces in the Alley I do not remember. My appearance has changed much since those grubby days as well. I had jet black hair, the brigands had mashed some strange concoction together and smeared it in my hair to change it's colour so as I would not appear foreign.

§Author’s note: This story was based on logs of in-game events. Especially the dialogues were taken from logs and screenshots as this bit of RP was perhaps some of the most intense either player had had on those particular characters. In fact, the life of one of the characters was literally laying in the balance of a cointoss behind the scenes. Whether or not they make it out alive is something I will leave for you to discover by reading it.