Post by jazborn on Mar 23, 2008 8:08:58 GMT -5
"Please mister, I've not eaten in days!", one of the ruffians played his role of the beggar to his mark. Jazbo weaved in and out of the sea of legs, only coming in eye contact with the occasional child. He had loosened three coin purses so far, without much effort. Now, as a matter of habit, he would remove himself far from the scene of the crime. He had a great teacher.
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"Where's yer mum, lil one?", the foul smelling toothless man managed to sputter out. The little, wide eyed hobbit, could only stare back in fear and wonderment. "I thinks this one wants a new Daddy!", the toothless man laughed to his two companions.
"Even if that is so, what soul could be so evil enough ... so vile ... as to warrant you as it's father?", a voice came from the shadows. The three men, and the little hobbit all turned to peer the direction of the new voice.
When the man stepped out of the darkness and presented himself, the toothless man began to mutter incoherently and stumble backwards. "I... your....no disrespect..." ... and when the three men had backed away far enough, they ran even further.
What's your name, little one?
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The tavern music of the Prancing Pony played on in the background, as Jazbo and the man he knew as the Shadow Wolf... were tearing into a juicing helping of roasted chicken.
"So let me get this straight. You're a hobbit, that has been abandoned on the streets of Bree ....(Jazbo nodded) ... and has never been to or seen the Shire?", the Wolf asked between bites.
Jazbo put down his flagon after a hearty swig, and said, "Yes. I am who I am... but I've no recollection of where it is I come from. I feel a bit out of place, oftentimes, but feel no kinship with any of my own kind."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because, I've encountered my own kind a few times. I have seen how they are, and how they act. It is of no familiarity to me, and I in no way feel any bit closer to them."
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Yes indeed, Jazbo thought back, the old Shadow Wolf. The man ran a good portion of the slums while he was around. He taught me well, and .....
Jazbo spotted two hooded figures assaulting a hobbit female. Every instinct in his body told him to simply keep walking, and that this had nothing to do with him.
After a moment, Jazbo's little hands went under his cloak to rest on the two hilts of his trusty daggers. He sighed, and drew them as he neared the scene. The leathery sheathes had been on purposely designed to keep the drawing of the blades quiet. So surprised was on Jazbo's side.
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As the frightened female hobbit glanced again to the bodies on the ground, she thanked Jazbo yet again.
Jazbo only glared at this. "Go on! I did not save your hide, for your thanks! Now go before I decide to rob you myself!"
Taken aback, she blinked in surprise.... Then recovered, she darted off the most lit of the three alleys she could have chosen. Good choice, Jazbo noted.
Thinking back to his old teacher... he said. "d**n you, for this! You Old Wolf, d**n you!"
With that, Jazbo slid into the shadows, melded with them, and traveled among them to his destination.
(Jazbo Hobbit Burglar)
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"Where's yer mum, lil one?", the foul smelling toothless man managed to sputter out. The little, wide eyed hobbit, could only stare back in fear and wonderment. "I thinks this one wants a new Daddy!", the toothless man laughed to his two companions.
"Even if that is so, what soul could be so evil enough ... so vile ... as to warrant you as it's father?", a voice came from the shadows. The three men, and the little hobbit all turned to peer the direction of the new voice.
When the man stepped out of the darkness and presented himself, the toothless man began to mutter incoherently and stumble backwards. "I... your....no disrespect..." ... and when the three men had backed away far enough, they ran even further.
What's your name, little one?
---
The tavern music of the Prancing Pony played on in the background, as Jazbo and the man he knew as the Shadow Wolf... were tearing into a juicing helping of roasted chicken.
"So let me get this straight. You're a hobbit, that has been abandoned on the streets of Bree ....(Jazbo nodded) ... and has never been to or seen the Shire?", the Wolf asked between bites.
Jazbo put down his flagon after a hearty swig, and said, "Yes. I am who I am... but I've no recollection of where it is I come from. I feel a bit out of place, oftentimes, but feel no kinship with any of my own kind."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because, I've encountered my own kind a few times. I have seen how they are, and how they act. It is of no familiarity to me, and I in no way feel any bit closer to them."
---
Yes indeed, Jazbo thought back, the old Shadow Wolf. The man ran a good portion of the slums while he was around. He taught me well, and .....
Jazbo spotted two hooded figures assaulting a hobbit female. Every instinct in his body told him to simply keep walking, and that this had nothing to do with him.
After a moment, Jazbo's little hands went under his cloak to rest on the two hilts of his trusty daggers. He sighed, and drew them as he neared the scene. The leathery sheathes had been on purposely designed to keep the drawing of the blades quiet. So surprised was on Jazbo's side.
---
As the frightened female hobbit glanced again to the bodies on the ground, she thanked Jazbo yet again.
Jazbo only glared at this. "Go on! I did not save your hide, for your thanks! Now go before I decide to rob you myself!"
Taken aback, she blinked in surprise.... Then recovered, she darted off the most lit of the three alleys she could have chosen. Good choice, Jazbo noted.
Thinking back to his old teacher... he said. "d**n you, for this! You Old Wolf, d**n you!"
With that, Jazbo slid into the shadows, melded with them, and traveled among them to his destination.
(Jazbo Hobbit Burglar)