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Henry Winter B^F · 10th January 2008, 05:54 AM

Henry thought back over the last, uneventful year. The gang hadn't exactly been the terror of Britannia. The gang's old foe the Yewish Militia, had grown even stronger and often sent patrols along the borders of the gang's lands. The gang were simply unable to stop them due to numbers! That war all those years ago with the Militia hadn't ended well for Henry's gang, many thugs were slain! Henry gritted his teeth at the thought of Klion and his militia sat on their royal backsides, up in Stonekeep. No doubt still gloating over their success against the local bandits!

Henry took a stroll around the gang's lands, as he did so he kept his eyes open for any would be assassins or worse yet, attempted coos by other gang members, as he always had! This wasn't the time to relax or drop his guard. Especially as he had managed to get him self jumped last evening in Trinsic and had only narrowly escaped being recognized during his time in the local cells. The gang's turf wasn't looking to bad considering everything, the old tavern still stood and its recent repairs were going well. The fort was looking strong and sturdy; something that the gang would need soon, should Henry's plans for the near future go wrong!

The meeting with Lady Jade and Tremere the other night had brought some nice little earners for the brigands. With one of those targets now battered and bruised, and the other jobs soon to be complete, Henry couldn't wait to get his hands on that promised pouch of gold coins!

From behind the tree line Henry could see a cloaked figure moving, watching him from a distance. Perhaps this figure was awaiting his chance to strike. Henry thought for a moment then turned his back to the tree line, as he did so he gripped the handle of the poisoned butcher knife at his side. The figure moved swiftly from the shadows, dagger clenched in hand, eyes glinting with a mixture of fear and excitement! Henry turned and with a single stroke of his blade, cut the would be attackers throat! The cloaked man stumbled back, dropped his dagger and fell to his knees. Henry shook his head, the attacker was a gang member! Henry couldn't blame the thug for trying; after all it's how Henry had once taken control of the gang! As the life faded from the man, his body slumped to the floor. Henry spat on the lifeless body then continued on his stroll around the gang's lands.

10th January 2008, 05:54 AM	#5 (permalink)
Henry Winter B^F Brigand Join Date: Oct 2006 Shard: Europa Posts: 154 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts	Re: A Thugs Tale... Henry thought back over the last, uneventful year. The gang hadn't exactly been the terror of Britannia. The gang's old foe the Yewish Militia, had grown even stronger and often sent patrols along the borders of the gang's lands. The gang were simply unable to stop them due to numbers! That war all those years ago with the Militia hadn't ended well for Henry's gang, many thugs were slain! Henry gritted his teeth at the thought of Klion and his militia sat on their royal backsides, up in Stonekeep. No doubt still gloating over their success against the local bandits! Henry took a stroll around the gang's lands, as he did so he kept his eyes open for any would be assassins or worse yet, attempted coos by other gang members, as he always had! This wasn't the time to relax or drop his guard. Especially as he had managed to get him self jumped last evening in Trinsic and had only narrowly escaped being recognized during his time in the local cells. The gang's turf wasn't looking to bad considering everything, the old tavern still stood and its recent repairs were going well. The fort was looking strong and sturdy; something that the gang would need soon, should Henry's plans for the near future go wrong! The meeting with Lady Jade and Tremere the other night had brought some nice little earners for the brigands. With one of those targets now battered and bruised, and the other jobs soon to be complete, Henry couldn't wait to get his hands on that promised pouch of gold coins! From behind the tree line Henry could see a cloaked figure moving, watching him from a distance. Perhaps this figure was awaiting his chance to strike. Henry thought for a moment then turned his back to the tree line, as he did so he gripped the handle of the poisoned butcher knife at his side. The figure moved swiftly from the shadows, dagger clenched in hand, eyes glinting with a mixture of fear and excitement! Henry turned and with a single stroke of his blade, cut the would be attackers throat! The cloaked man stumbled back, dropped his dagger and fell to his knees. Henry shook his head, the attacker was a gang member! Henry couldn't blame the thug for trying; after all it's how Henry had once taken control of the gang! As the life faded from the man, his body slumped to the floor. Henry spat on the lifeless body then continued on his stroll around the gang's lands. Last edited by Henry Winter B^F; 1st March 2008 at 04:39 AM.