Ellie's First Story: "A Rouge's Misstep"
Ellie had just finished checking her leather armor when a light noise stirred the otherwise still air sitting over the Tulcoria Valley. Her eyes glowed a pale green, she scanned the surrounding area, trying to pinpoint the menial disturbance. As the small night vision incantation wore off, her eyes took a few seconds to readjust to the exposure of night. She cleared her eyes and methodically doubled checked herself; left calf: long razor dagger - check, right and left hip sheathes: dual silvered butterfly knives - check, lower back: custom made short rapier - check, left wrist: two spring loaded knife blade charges - check, and finally throwing dart hair pin - check.
Ellie's leather armor was a light brown, paired with thigh length boots, flat and course at the bottom, but adding one inch to her diminutive five foot frame. The leather armor wrapped her body like a one piece bathing suit, form fitting her tight stomach, her toned ass and thighs, and pushing together her 28C breasts. She rearranged her bursting cleavage, wishing her armor wasn't quite this small. However, it would be foolish for one to pass up Flash Leather armor, when it was being sold at quarter price. After she fixed her breasts she pulled up her elbow length, matching gloves. She knew full well buying armor one size too small was worth the annoyances. Flash Leather armor bestowed her with enhanced mobility and the ability to teleport short distances five times per day. And even though Ellie was five foot, ninety five pounds, the extra, extra small Flash Leather armor gave her a deep vaginal dent, often exposing a perfectly defined pair of lips. She made it a point to stay shaven regularly, as the Flash Armor was not the most practical coverage an adventurer could wear.
Ellie's warm white skin, and long, straight, ponytailed blonde hair, matched with her squeezing light armor. This combination gave her the look of a model, rather than the look of her infamous monicker, "The Bone Picker". Ellie was known across the Tulcorian Province for her curious nature of luring adventurers to certain doom and picking the remains for valuables. Her regular happenings consisted of telling under experienced adventurers about massive treasures in dungeons, following them into the obviously superior dungeon, and when they had fallen to the boss (who would now be half-lifed) she would be able to easily one-v-one, take the dungeon's loot, and pick the rare items and gold from the dead adventurers she had fooled.
For the past month, she had been scouting a particularly well ado guild, The Gromur Clan. It was a clan feared across the Tulcorian Province. To become a member of the Gromur Clan, one must complete a near impossible task; successfully killing an elder troll, alone. And while the layman may not be able to sympathize with the difficulty of this task, any adept adventurer understood the effort needed in soloing a twelve foot, eight hundred pound humanoid, with a history of ripping things in half and eating them (not to mention their unmatched self-regenerating capabilities).
Ellie's first encounter with this group proved to be quite a misstep. She had made a guild deal with the Gromur Clan; they would help her clear a nearby, high level spider dungeon, and they would be compensated with a first pick on rare items and seventy percent of the gold found, she would take only one rare item and the remaining thirty percent. She and the Gromur Clan easily over powered this notorious dungeon, but when it had come time to battle the dungeon's boss, a Queen Leaping Spider, Ellie bailed on the party, hoping their tired status would result in a loss, and her massive gain. It was to her surprise, when she snuck back into the Queen's Lair, there was no sign of a Queen Leaping Spider, or the Gromur Clan. She knew they somehow killed the Queen while being underpowered without her.
Ellie stood atop a tall, deep sloping hill, looking down upon the main camp of the Gromur Clan. The camp was hidden in a thick of dense trees, but their camp fires gave away their clandestine position. She knew they had succeeded that dungeon, and she knew they obtained the crown rare item, a Queen Spider Pheromone Sac. In the hands of someone less experienced in the world of arcane magic, this item was unendingly useless, but to the trained hand and mind, it was worth upwards of ten thousand gold. Wizards, alchemists, and shamans alike lusted for this item. And with their lust, came the hefty price tag Ellie lusted for herself.
Ellie ran through the night, dodging trees, bushes, clumsy animal traps, and other cumbersome obstacles. She kept her eyes focused on the burning torches hiding in the forest, keeping care to move as quickly as possible while being as quiet as possible. At the precariously opened bamboo gate of the Gromur Clan's camp, she knelt down and willed herself invisible. It was only in the recent months she had gained enough experience to learn the art of invisibility cloaking. And while impressive, she was still an amateur, for any attack or excessively difficult task would break her concentration, and her invisibility would be dropped.
She backed up a few steps, climbed a heavily limbed tree, walked across a thick branch, and sat like an owl, watching, waiting, for the perfect moment to strike. From her advantageous position, she could make out every detail of the crude outpost. There were three buildings, two for sleeping and one for storage. The buildings were surrounded by an eight foot bamboo fence, complimented with sharpened stakes facing outwards, easily warding off potential predators. The buildings were scattered, one to each corner, and the fourth corner, the one closest to her, was a messy stack of broken bricks, cinder blocks, and cracked cement. In the center of this outpost was a group of four fallen trees, with a central bonfire blazing, making a neat box, and cooking station for the Gromur Clan.
Ellie could see most of the members of the Gromur Clan. First was an odd pair of twins. Two white men with bald heads, scowls, hulking muscles, and boxy lantern jaws. They sat with muttons, chomping through them like they were mere appetizers. They seemed to not notice the weight of the great swords slung across their backs. There, next to them was the clan's shaman. An older black man, with a heavy protruding gut, an aboriginal bone necklace, and only a tattered loin cloth to exemplify any semblance of modern decency. He was balding, with a large patch missing from the crown of his head, but sported a sheep like salt and pepper fluff around the sides of his head. He sat staring into the fire not moving, with the often exception of scratching his un-shoed feet. And there pompously regaling was the leader of the Gromur Clan, Fergo. A tall black man, sculpted from the finest hands of creation. His body was a wonder of the world unto itself. His abs boomed from his stomach, appearing to be natural full plate armor capable of deflecting any physical attack foolish enough to think itself mighty. His biceps, triceps, lats, back, and chest showed no sign of sag or fat. Every inch of him was chiseled from a perfect combination of endurance muscle and power muscle. His height was of great note, almost seven foot tall, with almost impossibly large hands, large feet, and amazing, lengthy yet strong legs. His face was decorated with scars from countless battles he had won, and his posture was that of an undefeated champion in his prime. His inaudible tale was complete with fist swinging, leg kicking, and great axe swinging. The only member whom Ellie could not see was the rogue she remembered. (Normally with quick guild agreements, the maker of the agreement only converses with the leader of the guild. This common practice resulted in Ellie forgetting all of their names, except Fergo.)
Ellie knew his ramblings were just the distraction she needed to get into their supply shed, find the case holding the Queen Spider Pheromone gland, and get out fast. The boys were generous with their portions of ale and meat, she knew this would play into her favor in a worst case scenario. And with that, she leapt from the tree branch, just clearing the jagged fence top, and landed quietly near the pile of broken blocks. Her feet hit the ground quietly, the wind at the moment was more noisy than she. She dashed across the small enclosure, passed the twins, passed the shaman, and passed Fergo. She stopped at the supply shed. Ellie saw the door faced the men and they would obviously see the door open. Luckily for her, she found a crude window on the back end of the supply shed. She hoisted herself up, and crawled along a few stacked boxes and barrels until she was on the ground. She looked about the small, cluttered room. None of the boxes seemed special, and in this way Ellie found their brick headed tendencies to be quite genius. She knew there was no way she could open every box without being heard. She needed to concentrate on her quiet movement. And under the obvious assumption she was unable to be seen, Ellie dropped her invisibility to give her mind the focus it needed.
"Gotcha", Ellie heard as a hand grabbed her by the back of the head and smashed her face into a nearby tall stack of wooden crates. She felt her head bounce, she turned, pulling the short rapier from her back and stabbing straight.
There he is...
