The next time she saw that sneak Veritus, she was going to kidney punch him till he pissed blood for selling her poor information. Powerful wizard, guarding hordes of magical treasure, eh? She looked around the circular chamber and saw nothing but a jumble of dusty knickknacks and cobwebby alchemy equipment.
With the aid of a magical sight potion, she was prepared to avoid all the potential traps laid out for her. Yet no one had bothered. Unfortunately, the potion had not been cheap, and as much as she felt it beneath her, she was going to have to steal a lot of this garbage just to break even for the night. With a sigh, she began tossing the least tarnished objects into her looting sack.
She was about to leave when a glimmer of light behind a half opened cupboard caught her eye. Inside, sitting on a pile of rags, was a chipped and cloudy miniature crystal ball. The glow was from a faded thief ward swirling lazily around it. Could this be the only item here with a decent resale value? Was it worth swiping if it woke the sleeping wizard?
Aww, fuck it. The whole night so far had been a gigantic snooze fest. A little chase would spice things up. She picked up the orb, noting the momentarily flickering image of an older woman, and deposited it down the front of her hood. It was chilly in between her breasts. And then she waited.
The silent alarm triggered by the thief ward must have finally worked though, as she soon heard stirrings upstairs. "Huh? Wuzzat? Robbers in the night!" There was a loud crashing noise and a cry of pain. "Oh, of all the things..." From then on, every other footstep he took was replaced by a clang as he shuffled down the stairs from his bedroom. "You! Unhand my possessions!" he shouted as they caught sight of each other.
The wizard was a small dumpy old man in threadbare pajamas with a chamberpot covering one foot like a ridiculous shoe. It was all she could do not to erupt in laughter. Escaping would not be difficult. Still, it would be a wasted opportunity if she didn't slice the line holding up the wooden chandelier at the bottom of the staircase. With flawless theatrical timing, it crashed down on the unsuspecting man.
Tenfingers laughed as she slipped away into the night.
Gosh, Tenfingers looks so insane in that picture. I'm definately looking forward to seeing more of her and whatever you're planning to do to her, woot ;)
woot, lokking forward to this upcoming story. But I really think you need to do more pics like "Temptress." in my opinion, that pic has the biggest bust of your whole gallery. I've seen some big boobs, but not quite as big as that one. Definitely continue this story, but if you can, try and make one like Temptress. I don't think i'm the only one who desires a pic like that! =)
My only observation is that the dagger seems to be at too much at an angle for a sweep like the one she appears to have done. If you try it, it's almost instinct to line the blade up with your arm. Minor thing though, I am a total Tenfingers fanboy and I love your art woot! X3
With the aid of a magical sight potion, she was prepared to avoid all the potential traps laid out for her. Yet no one had bothered. Unfortunately, the potion had not been cheap, and as much as she felt it beneath her, she was going to have to steal a lot of this garbage just to break even for the night. With a sigh, she began tossing the least tarnished objects into her looting sack.
She was about to leave when a glimmer of light behind a half opened cupboard caught her eye. Inside, sitting on a pile of rags, was a chipped and cloudy miniature crystal ball. The glow was from a faded thief ward swirling lazily around it. Could this be the only item here with a decent resale value? Was it worth swiping if it woke the sleeping wizard?
Aww, fuck it. The whole night so far had been a gigantic snooze fest. A little chase would spice things up. She picked up the orb, noting the momentarily flickering image of an older woman, and deposited it down the front of her hood. It was chilly in between her breasts. And then she waited.
The silent alarm triggered by the thief ward must have finally worked though, as she soon heard stirrings upstairs. "Huh? Wuzzat? Robbers in the night!" There was a loud crashing noise and a cry of pain. "Oh, of all the things..." From then on, every other footstep he took was replaced by a clang as he shuffled down the stairs from his bedroom. "You! Unhand my possessions!" he shouted as they caught sight of each other.
The wizard was a small dumpy old man in threadbare pajamas with a chamberpot covering one foot like a ridiculous shoe. It was all she could do not to erupt in laughter. Escaping would not be difficult. Still, it would be a wasted opportunity if she didn't slice the line holding up the wooden chandelier at the bottom of the staircase. With flawless theatrical timing, it crashed down on the unsuspecting man.
Tenfingers laughed as she slipped away into the night.