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It was known throughout this side of the land that a certain Lady Atrid was a fan of quite the unique gold sculptures- and even had a naked statue of one of her husband's in her gardens. Aside from the obvious eccentricities, this woman's land was run atrociously, and the people were starving. So it was nothing far fetched when the infamous 'Seven of the Sea' (though such a title was granted towards his robin hood activities on the ocean), now found himself traveling on land at his lonesome,- and had over heard this conundrum!
Not a man to remain idle, naturally he promised to help, and with word coming through town the Lady Atrid had a new jeweled statue coming up from Essyrn- (it was said it was made of pure gold and fashioned after her late parrot, Heraldo, and the jewels encrusted on it alone- cost a pretty penny- the sort of jewels that came from money that could feed an entire town for years...)
Well.. having this information at his disposal, Gherrick (the more proper name of 'Seven' the thief) had already decided what he was going to do. So he was biding his time in the small little town of Abberdale and waited for the caravan to come on through.
He was eating an apple, crunching into it's sweet center when the colorful parade of knights, guardsman and flags were seen sparkling across the arid streets. Yes, it had been quite a long month, with no rain fall, the crops were failing and here their Lady patron was- sitting up high upon a plush chair within her carriage, while the jeweled case that housed the equally over jeweled parrot, remained in the carriage just behind her own-
and there she sat, pretty and stroking her little, fluffy white lap dog (who most dubbed a 'yap' dog for it's incessant barking), was munching delicately on a gold and rubied bone.
Smiling as he watched the procession, Seven knew it was time to act. Taking one more bite of the meaty apple, he drew his arm back before tossing the apple into he air- and with such precision and skill, the apple scored a direct hit to the epic and tall black, towering wig Lady Atrid now wore-a nd upon impact, the rows of silver strung ornaments in her hair began to chime together before the entire monstrosity of a wig began to fall.
The yelp confirmed it- as the wig went down, taking out the spoiled dog and rendering it useless, and a shrill cry from Lady Atrid had all of the guards running her way. None of them knew what to make of it, but it seemed all eyes were upon her-
Well this just made it too easy. Slinking up behind the gaggle of guards, Gherrick strolled right on over to the gilded chest, and even took some time to admire it's polished surface. He'd steal the golden chest too,if it would not be too awkward to carry. My, what a pretty penny it would be worth though! But he had a job to do, and that required a more realistic get away, and with a flick of his thumb, the treasured chest came open and there, laying witin the bottom of soft, sky blue velvet padding, lay the most ornate gold sculpture of a bird Gherrick had ever seen.
It was a parrot, a macaw to be more precise, with glittering rubies for eyes outlined by vibrant, deep blue sapphires that even put the cerulean blue color of Gherrick's eyes to shame. Even the feathers were made of pastes constructed of precious jade. Hefting up the parrot in hand, it was only then the guards noticed the intruder.
"HEY!" barked one ferocious guard as he hefted a spear Gherrick's way. "STOP, THIEF!"
Glancing up at the knight, 'Seven' only smirked and gave a shrug of his shoulders.
"Sorry, can't do that!" he informed with a laugh, and the moment the guard barked the order,
"SEIZE HIM!" Seven was already off and running. The narrow streets lead to even narrower alley ways which was easy for the lithe and fast pirately thief to navigate. And it was easy to detect just how far the guards were behind him as their metal armor clanked together as they ran.
The chase went on for quite the while, the guards fervent in their chase while Gherrick got the slip on them when he ran through a laundry house, though the moment he stumbled out the back door, they were making chase again. The house next door proved a bit more of a challenge, for Gherrick's sudden scream rang out as he practically fell out the back door- his clothing was now half falling off and lip stick stains were smeared all over his face, neck and chest as the whores all giggled nad watched the handsome red-haired man run away.
Unfortunately, the giggling whores gave him away and Lady Atrid's men were hot on his heels once more. The next place he found some semblance of reprieve was a bakery- but his run through the small shop was ill timed and had the baker's wife dropping an immense bag of flour that filled the entire room with white. Coughing as he stumbled outside, Gherrick wiped the flour from his face and gagged out the flour in his lungs. BUt again, that alerted the guards far too easily of his location, and now- appearing stark white from head to toe because of the flour that now sooted his body, Gherrick was once again scrambling for a place to hide.
Abberdale wasn't a large town, but thankfully there was a large stretch of stables to the North, and scrambling into it, he found himself with no time to steal one of the horses- though such a thing would hve been nice! The guards were just too close at his heels. Rounding the corner, he made a sharp turn and tricked the guards, buying himself enough time to climb up onto the stable's roof. And once up high, he grinned triumphantly as winds from the Wester Highlands swept epically through his dark red hair.
Part of the fun of being chased was the point in the chase when you knew you were going to get off scott free, but the moment Gherrick was prideful in his victory, he made just the wrong step in just the wrong place- and the soft wood of the stable roof gave way with a crack- and down into the pig pen just below him Gherrick went- his face now eating sludge.
Gherrick lifted his face, and made a very bitter expression while the poor pigs, now frightened, oinked and scuttled away, about as fast as their little stubby legs could carry them- but it seemed, for now, as Gherrick pushed himself ot his feet and dragged the pig mess from his eyes, he opened one vibrant blue eye (that appeared even more vibrant due to the dark brown muck all over his face, arms, chest and legs...) and it was then his eye only confirmed that he had in fact, (for this moment anyway, ) thwarted the guards!
PLucking out the golden parrot from the mud, he leaned into his red bow staff and gave a laugh at the thing.
"You know, Heraldo," he began, giving the statue a light shake. "You've been nothing but trouble from the start." ANd he laughed a bit boyishly and used his sleeve to polish off the mud from it's gold surface. "I think you're going to make a lot of people happy." And with a polite bow and nod to the uncertain and stll, a bit witlessly scared pigs, Seven turned to make his grand exit out the back, only then finding himself slipping over the slop on his boots to have himself now fall into something as equally disgusting as the pig's mud when he landed in a soft pile of dried horse manure.
Pushing himself out of the manure, he gasped and flailed about in attempts to get the dried feces off of him, and was spitting it out into the street.
"Way to go, Seven- how unlucky, but lucky can you be?" ANd he looked down at Heraldo, the parrot now buried neck deep in the pile of horse poop.
Seven shook his head, then adjusting his black tie belt, he bent over to retrieve his golden (and now stinky) prize.
