1. thief of roses chapter -1


    Date: 4/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Non-Erotic, Author: mj37, Rating: 61.1, Source: sexstories.com

    occupational change he had it re-outfitted with numerous pockets and hidey-holes by an Elvish craftsman. Next the sword belt; which held his treasured sword, dirk and a pair of daggers. The daggers were located in the small of his back in quick draw fashion. The dirk was well-made, but nothing special; that could not be said about the sword. Next the leather jerkin, the main piece of armor, perhaps the only piece of armor a thief wears. It provided him a level of protection in combat, but a small level. Thieves in general try to avoid full on combat, better at sneaking and ambush. Next the dagger and sheath hidden in a sewn pocket at the back of his collared shirt. All of his shirts had the same pocketed collar. Next the forearm bracers or simply bracers. Originally intended for archers to protect the inside of their forearms; in a sword fight they would protect the wrist and forearm from a hacking blow. Next the rings; the signet ring worn on the left hand, the only adornment on the left hand. Two rings on the right: the first, found in a small treasure hoard during his adventuring days. Identified by a sorcerer as having magic, but type unknown, what Aaron knew however was that he felt better when wearing it. The second ring was found in the back of an ancient tome. Aaron's passion for reading came from his mother, so whenever a book or tome crossed his path, he scooped it up. This particular tome was again part of a treasure while adventuring, and it started him on his ...
    thieving path. A how-to book of thieving skills, engraining the information in the reader's brain, giving unbelievable skill and finesse. The companioned ring, gave him better odds of successfully foiling traps and locks. Then off came his short right-hand glove and the longer full arm sleeve of his left hand-glove, exposing the bright pristine flesh of his left hand up to his elbow, where a red, ugly scar announced the transition back to normal flesh. His arms were a contrast of normal sun darkened, weather worn and callous; against baby soft, and untouched flesh. A reminder of the contrast within himself. Continuing to strip out of the wet clothes, he removed his shirt and breeches, dropping them in a heap on the floor. Answering the knock at the door in just his loin cloth, he heard the intake of breathe, "It is just scars Brianna. Nothing more." Wondering if she meant the arm or the crisscross marks of a whip over his back, a reminder of a time spent captive with Dark Elves. "My apologies milord, I was just startled," she stuttered. Pouring the hot water in to the tub, he responded. "That is all right, I took no offense." Pointing to his clothes, "There are my clothes, and please keep the water coming." "Yes milord," she mumbled as she gathered the wet things and fled the room. "By the Gods, his back," she thought. "Just scars indeed!" Aaron slowly lowered himself in to the water hissing as he became accustomed to the heat. "Ahh," he sighed. The process was repeated several ...
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