Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25754873-20141220155141/@comment-67.22.249.68-20150114023727

Slythe trekked through the icy cold of the Grey Mountains with her entourage, her cloak clutched tight around her, avoiding Dwarves as she went. If the Grey Dwarves found out what she was doing, she'd be thrown in Dwarven prison, as well as losing the biggest payout of her life. This job could well double her current wealth.

"Are we clossse?" She said to one of her entourage.

"What was that madam?"

"I said are we close?"

"Yes. The cave should be very close now."

They came to a cave. It was very small, and full of stalactites. This is probably because there is a frozen river right above it. Slythe motioned for her entourage to remain at the entrance while she walked in. The cave was treacherous, and at a point, she came to a chasm. This was why no Dwarves had investigated much further into this cave. It was small, unobtrusive, no ore, and there was a big chasm. Slythe, however, wasn't fooled. She rolled her head, popping her neck a little bit, crouched down, and made a spectacular leap across the chasm. It was most certainly a leap a normal human couldn't have made.

She walked a little further into the cavern, and came to a dead end. Looking around, her sharp eyes noticed the fake stalactite. She bent it slightly, and a door opened. Inside the room, there were several torches, and in the very center of the room was a pedestal, and atop the pedestal was an oblong white object. Slythe went and picked it up, rubbing her smooth hands across it's equally smooth surface.

"This is it. The last of the Cold Drake eggs."

She made her way swiftly back out of the caves, joined up with her entourage, and set out. Unfortunately, they didn't quite make it out clean. As they trekked through the cold peaks, a voice sounded out from behind them.

"You there, stop!"

They all turned around to see two Dwarven warriors on patrol.

"You, female, what is that in your hand? Is that a--"

The Dwarf wasn't able to finish his sentence, as Slythe dropped the egg, notched her bow, and nailed the Grey Dwarf right through the eyes. His partner attempted to run, but he was nailed in the back of the neck by Slythe. She walked over to the corpses.

"Should we bury them, madam?"

"No. There's not enough time." She stooped down to remove the arrows. "We'll remove the evidence. It'll be blamed on Orcs, or those rebels. Move out."

Slythe and the entourage left without another scrape. However, something Slythe did not quite notice, was that one of the feathers from her arrows had gotten trapped beneath one of the Dwarve's bodies. The feather of a very rare bird, noe that can only be found in the jungles of Far Harad.