Post by Scabrous on Mar 5, 2008 21:59:47 GMT -5
In the rich lush market anything is sold. Wither gold and silver trinkets, to swords made of stone; clothe from afar, or bread baked fresh that morning. The aroma that emits from it is so wonderful that you could just walk around for fifteen minutes and you’ll walk away smelling so wonderful that a nose-less slug could track you easily in a perfume shoppe. The colors were amazing, the reds, the greens, the blues, oh the blues! Everything was marvelous. The way it worked was like clockwork. Merchants coming and going. Mongers selling all sorts of goods. Buyers and Pickpockets alike. They all lived and moved in harmony, of course, not all. But the occasional upraise of an angered civilian who found his lifesavings gone is not uncommon.
Something that is a little more uncommon is the sight of Scabro onto a pole. His olive skin in the bright sun looked like a dark green. Ears sticking out more promptly then normal against the blue sky. As to not to be mistaken for a small portable forest, the half-elf attempted to de-camouflage him by means of a bright green, green as a lily, vest made from a mixture of silk and satin. The two fabrics looked amazing in their checkered diamond pattern. The rags that were well worn below it’s wonderful, yet stolen, fabric, was so inferior that you didn’t even see it.
Scabrous was standing on a pole, a piece of wood, not thicker then a thumb. Not as an amusement sight, or a dare. The few coins that were thrown at him in acknowledgement he even left for the cutpurse kids that scavenged below. He was purely up so high so that he could observe everyone. Down below it was two busy and so quickly did he have to stop himself from stealing a parcel of food. He was not starving, yet still the normally well-fed mercenary hadn’t eaten yet that day and it was mid-noon. He could easily steal a feast out from someone’s nose, that or use the money he had been given by passers-by to buy something, but this particular ‘Robin Hood’ was looking for a greater criminal to steal from.
Staring around with eagle eyes, Scabrous soon spotted his soon-to-be pray. A simple fishmonger with a shady look in his right blue eyes. Scabro watched as the short plump fellow walked very close to a passing caravan and slit the bottom of the basket with a fast blade. The merchant thief then tossing a rock into the air, having it land in the towering basket top above. The weight of the stone pushed the slimy, slippery, stinky fish out of the cut in the woven rope, and into his own small basket. This was fine fish, not your normal bland white seafood. This particular robber know his food. He had stolen half of baskets worth of fine, prized salmon from a heavily guarded caravan and not one human saw. But remember, Scabrous isn’t human.
Jumping off the point of the long, long pole, Scabro spin around until he landed only with his finger atop the stick. As his momentum bent the wood until it was like a spring, Scabro shot of into the air. A normal person would probably be thrown ten feet and break a couple bones, but Scabrous is not a normal person. Taking his time in the air, the half-elf spun around at least five times before landing on another pole that supported a banner across a stall. This time he had landed on his head on the small support. Flipping around, Scabro walked around as if he owned the place. Along the long, skinny beams of the market stalls. He had no need for trying to keep balance, for it was like it is impossible to fall off. Soon he was standing on top of the fishy bandit. Grinning, Scabro did something that no one else could do. Only his heel was touching the thick stick he walked upon, about ten feet off the ground, yet still he acted like his feet where hinged on to it. Falling strait forward, until it was as if the center of gravity was up. Smiling, Scabro glared into the wide eyes of the fish thief and grabbed the basket. Grinning, the magical half-elf continued his original course around the cross pole until he was upright again. Taking the basket, in his hand, Scabrous jumped about ten feet over until he landed finally on the ground right in front of a Asian cuisine shop.
With a flash of his blades, Scabro smacked three children on the head with the flat of his blade who were trying to run away with dumplings. Dropping them, Scabrous’s sword quickly swept underneath them and caught them one by one. The Old Chinese owner bowed to Scabro with thanks as he returned the food. Pointing to a pot of rice, the man opened the top to let a cloud of steam rise up. Scabro flicked his swords and soon a pile of rice was balancing on the side. Removing his sword from where the rich hung in mid air (seeing that they hadn’t received the memo of gravity yet), Scabro flicked up an avocado and a long roll of dried seaweed. Using the air as his plate, in a blink of the eye, two long rows of freshly made sushi were lined up along Scabro’s blade.
The storekeeper and the few surrounding customers first gasped in surprise, before clearing in amazement. Slightly proud of his ‘cooking’, Scabrous actually used his fingers to eat a few, relaxing for a second.
Something that is a little more uncommon is the sight of Scabro onto a pole. His olive skin in the bright sun looked like a dark green. Ears sticking out more promptly then normal against the blue sky. As to not to be mistaken for a small portable forest, the half-elf attempted to de-camouflage him by means of a bright green, green as a lily, vest made from a mixture of silk and satin. The two fabrics looked amazing in their checkered diamond pattern. The rags that were well worn below it’s wonderful, yet stolen, fabric, was so inferior that you didn’t even see it.
Scabrous was standing on a pole, a piece of wood, not thicker then a thumb. Not as an amusement sight, or a dare. The few coins that were thrown at him in acknowledgement he even left for the cutpurse kids that scavenged below. He was purely up so high so that he could observe everyone. Down below it was two busy and so quickly did he have to stop himself from stealing a parcel of food. He was not starving, yet still the normally well-fed mercenary hadn’t eaten yet that day and it was mid-noon. He could easily steal a feast out from someone’s nose, that or use the money he had been given by passers-by to buy something, but this particular ‘Robin Hood’ was looking for a greater criminal to steal from.
Staring around with eagle eyes, Scabrous soon spotted his soon-to-be pray. A simple fishmonger with a shady look in his right blue eyes. Scabro watched as the short plump fellow walked very close to a passing caravan and slit the bottom of the basket with a fast blade. The merchant thief then tossing a rock into the air, having it land in the towering basket top above. The weight of the stone pushed the slimy, slippery, stinky fish out of the cut in the woven rope, and into his own small basket. This was fine fish, not your normal bland white seafood. This particular robber know his food. He had stolen half of baskets worth of fine, prized salmon from a heavily guarded caravan and not one human saw. But remember, Scabrous isn’t human.
Jumping off the point of the long, long pole, Scabro spin around until he landed only with his finger atop the stick. As his momentum bent the wood until it was like a spring, Scabro shot of into the air. A normal person would probably be thrown ten feet and break a couple bones, but Scabrous is not a normal person. Taking his time in the air, the half-elf spun around at least five times before landing on another pole that supported a banner across a stall. This time he had landed on his head on the small support. Flipping around, Scabro walked around as if he owned the place. Along the long, skinny beams of the market stalls. He had no need for trying to keep balance, for it was like it is impossible to fall off. Soon he was standing on top of the fishy bandit. Grinning, Scabro did something that no one else could do. Only his heel was touching the thick stick he walked upon, about ten feet off the ground, yet still he acted like his feet where hinged on to it. Falling strait forward, until it was as if the center of gravity was up. Smiling, Scabro glared into the wide eyes of the fish thief and grabbed the basket. Grinning, the magical half-elf continued his original course around the cross pole until he was upright again. Taking the basket, in his hand, Scabrous jumped about ten feet over until he landed finally on the ground right in front of a Asian cuisine shop.
With a flash of his blades, Scabro smacked three children on the head with the flat of his blade who were trying to run away with dumplings. Dropping them, Scabrous’s sword quickly swept underneath them and caught them one by one. The Old Chinese owner bowed to Scabro with thanks as he returned the food. Pointing to a pot of rice, the man opened the top to let a cloud of steam rise up. Scabro flicked his swords and soon a pile of rice was balancing on the side. Removing his sword from where the rich hung in mid air (seeing that they hadn’t received the memo of gravity yet), Scabro flicked up an avocado and a long roll of dried seaweed. Using the air as his plate, in a blink of the eye, two long rows of freshly made sushi were lined up along Scabro’s blade.
The storekeeper and the few surrounding customers first gasped in surprise, before clearing in amazement. Slightly proud of his ‘cooking’, Scabrous actually used his fingers to eat a few, relaxing for a second.
