From: knight7044@aol.com (Knight7044)
Date: 12 Aug 1999 18:03:44 EDT
Wed night as Sir Robert walk to the bar get a mug of ale the baron's match was over
and he like one for the road. Has his brown eyes watched a thief steal a crystal jewel Goblet and put it in a canvus bag. Sir Robert called out to the thief about the stealing.
The thief moved behind Him and used a wire to put around Sir robert's neck ,sir Robert used his longsword to cut the wire and turns to face the thief as he ready two daggers. Around the Bar the thief and sir Robert battle long and bloodly (Rd15 8 - 7.5). Sir robert and the thief both bleeding badly. At the end the thief ran away as the thief roundhouse's kick gave him the lead to run away.Sir Robert yelled out as the thief trip over a barstool
knocking out the thief. Sir robert then grabbed the thief by the neck and drag him up the stairs Saying " you going to a Jail cell....."
But the pain and blood lost was too great for Sir Robert just outside the door of the basement and into the middle of the red dragon Inn. Sir Robert passed out. Later about
a hour Sir Robert wake in great pain looking around the thief was gone and his gold coins
in his leather pouch. Sir Robert got his healing powder out and covered his many wounds and sit at the bar and drink a mug of ale thinking and letting the healing powder work..slowly
Sir robert got up and walk back down the stairs posting a meassages:
WANTED FOR QUESTIONS
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Small grey eyes man in Midnight
blue cloak with a hood uses many
daggers to fight with. About a crystal
jewel goblet was taken from a serving
lad name Hubie and put in a Canvus
Bag. 100gp for the thief's where about.
contact Sir robert at castle questrion
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From: thiefxxxx@aol.com (Thief xxxx)
Date: 12 Aug 1999 23:45:10 EDT
The day had been a good one for the elite bandit. The mysterious rogue had accomplished looting a jewelry store and a corner house within a few hourse; perhaps he can steal a drink and a few coin purses before the night's end, and the ideal place for this was the basement he had visited many night's before. The stone cold eyed hooligan slipped his way downstairs like an eerie breeze, making headlong for the bar. After
several minutes of careful observation of his surroundings, his eyes were caught by several stray objects on the bar-top: a tip tray and a few odd crystal shot-glasses. Without a word, he stole a glance toward the patrons, and swiped the objects. Before he could turn around, a leather vested man had seized his arm. Without hesitation, he spinned to his back, producing a coil of piano wire. He pinned that man's life-line down, strangling the life out
of him. The knight, a fighter, reversed the move, slicing the twine with a short stroke of his readied blade. With this, the battle began, ranging from bar-top to grappling upon the floor. Three times the thief left a weapon embedded in the sides of the knight, but still the knight pressed on, striking thrust after thrust. Nearing the end of his strength, the wiley thief was disarmed, left with his bare skill. Reacting to a charge, and realizing the
battle was nearly lost, he tossed a stool at the knight's legs, tripping him up as he delivered a stunning roundhouse to the neck area. Ceasing the opportunity, the bandit ran for the exit; but his getaway was promptly cut short, a concerned patron blocking his path with a bit of furniture, the grey-eyed man being brought down.
When he awoke, he was in a daze; he peered around-next to him was the knight that aprehended him, his weaponry, his canvas sack of stolen goods, and on the knight, his pouch full of change. Ceasing another chance, he plucked the money pouch from his belt, and scurried off, succeeding in the night's looting.
Date: 12 Aug 1999 23:45:10 EDT
The day had been a good one for the elite bandit. The mysterious rogue had accomplished looting a jewelry store and a corner house within a few hourse; perhaps he can steal a drink and a few coin purses before the night's end, and the ideal place for this was the basement he had visited many night's before. The stone cold eyed hooligan slipped his way downstairs like an eerie breeze, making headlong for the bar. After
several minutes of careful observation of his surroundings, his eyes were caught by several stray objects on the bar-top: a tip tray and a few odd crystal shot-glasses. Without a word, he stole a glance toward the patrons, and swiped the objects. Before he could turn around, a leather vested man had seized his arm. Without hesitation, he spinned to his back, producing a coil of piano wire. He pinned that man's life-line down, strangling the life out
of him. The knight, a fighter, reversed the move, slicing the twine with a short stroke of his readied blade. With this, the battle began, ranging from bar-top to grappling upon the floor. Three times the thief left a weapon embedded in the sides of the knight, but still the knight pressed on, striking thrust after thrust. Nearing the end of his strength, the wiley thief was disarmed, left with his bare skill. Reacting to a charge, and realizing the
battle was nearly lost, he tossed a stool at the knight's legs, tripping him up as he delivered a stunning roundhouse to the neck area. Ceasing the opportunity, the bandit ran for the exit; but his getaway was promptly cut short, a concerned patron blocking his path with a bit of furniture, the grey-eyed man being brought down.
When he awoke, he was in a daze; he peered around-next to him was the knight that aprehended him, his weaponry, his canvas sack of stolen goods, and on the knight, his pouch full of change. Ceasing another chance, he plucked the money pouch from his belt, and scurried off, succeeding in the night's looting.