Deep within the city of Lómëdor, not a sound could be heard. The darkness of the night sky covered the city with its blanket of stars and everyone in the city was asleep in their cosy little beds, save the city guards who were out patrolling the streets for any nighttime prowlers. Within one of the many alleyways were two figures who were hidden within the shadows. A keen eye could make out that one of the shadowy figures was a huge brute, who was looking at the Parmamar Library for something. The other shadowy figure, the smaller of the two, was whispering something to the giant of a man. What was being said, no-one would be able to hear.
It was when the coast was clear that the giant shadow darted outwards and ran towards the library. This man was larger than the usual city dweller who lived here, for he was deep in chest with finely tuned limbs and messy black hair that seemed to have been a victim to many harsh winds. The large man, obviously a barbarian, ran forward with the speed of a mountain cat and ran inside the gates of the Library. But he did not head towards the front door, rather he stopped at one of the tower walls and began to climb it. If anyone was watching him, they would have been amazed. This man was scaling a stone wall like a monkey climbing a tree.
The barbarian smiled at the thought of those who would be amazed at this, for he grew up in the mountains and was climbing rocky cliffs before most of these weak city people were going to their 'schools'. This stone wall was simple to climb, for there were many gaps in the stone where he could get a grip with his fingers and pull himself up. Soon, the barbarian reached the top of the tower and mantled up the top of it. And sure enough, just like his employer had described to him, there was a large trapdoor that led to the top of the library.
The trapdoor was bolted however, a padlock stopping it from being moved by anyone other than the one who held the key. There was no other choice for it, the barbarian was forced to draw his sword and hew the bolt. With all his strength, he swung his sword down upon the bolt and smiled as his steel cut through the lock. Looking down at his sword, the barbarian saw that it was going to need some repair work... for the blade was dulled and dented from where it had smashed the bolt.
Sheathing his sword, the barbarian opened up the trap door and entered the library. Now he needed to find the spellcasting section of the library. Of course, his employer had also told him to look out for a sign that would direct him. The problem was that the barbarian couldn't read for squat. What use was reading for crying out loud? When a man came at you with a sword, screaming his bloodthirsty roar, what good would a book do for you?
And that was the main problem, for there were no picture signs... everything was written down. This caused a problem for the barbarian, now what the heck was he going to do>
"Stupid Guards." A pebble skipped across the stone pavement at a kick from the youngster's cloth boots. With his hands stuffed in his pockets, Lómion solemnly strolled down the dark road. "Always getting in the way." He stopped, pulling a hand from his pocket and wagging a finger at an imaginary person in front of him like a parent would to their child. "The library's closed, you can't get in tonight. Go to bed, kid." He mocked them in a nagging voice, though it brought him no solace. I should have put an arrow through his throat.
His hands resuming their pocketed position, Lómion went on about his way. Still displeased with the outcome of his attempt, he turned for one last look at the large edifice known as the Parmamar Library. Suddenly a large shadow darted from a nearby alley, and his eyes grew to the size of saucers. His initial fright that someone might be after him disappeared as the figure ran inside of the gates of the library.
"Agh... who runs around like that at night?" He waved a hand in dismissal of the figure, annoyed that it had frightened him so. He took one step to turn and continue about his way before he realized something. The thought hit him like a boulder, and he quickly turned to race back to the Library. His light feet barely made a sound as the cloth struck the stone silently. His small body moved with incredible speed across the ground, dashing into the gates behind the large shadowy figure. Where are you going?
When he turned into the gates, he stopped, eyes darting from one direction in another in search of the figure. He's nowhere to be found. Lómion slowly walked forward, flexing his fingers to prepare them in case he might need to quickly fire one of his arrows. With a streak of luck, his keen eyes spotted something scaling one of the walls. He blinked with surprise, though his countenance soon shifted to a look of sheer determination. What are you up to?
Back on the trail again, Lómion made his way to the tower wall. He stopped in front of the large structure, staring at the bricks and the gaps between them. He stepped forward and reached a hand to the highest gap he could reaching, pulling upwards and managing to find footing to hold him to the wall. At first, it was a slow process as the boy scrambled up the side of the wall. However, with time he moved quicker. One could easily see that his Elven blood ran deep, despite the fact that it was only half of his being.
A few times, Lómion faced the danger of falling. Nonetheless, he did not stop. Once he had reached the halfway mark, he knew that there was no turning back. He only hoped that whoever he was following wouldn't try to kill him. I just want that book. He thought.
A loud sound rung through the air, and he stopped. Clinging for his life, Lómion hesitated from going forward. He was almost at the top. But what was that sound? It was familiara, the sound of metal on metal. Surely there was no one fighting at the top. That person... they must have broken in.
He climbed faster, and it was like a dream when his nimble fingers finally grasped the rough edges of the tower. He slowly pulled himself up to the point where only his eyes were visible. They scanned the area. No one is here. However, he noticed that a door was opened. They're inside.
With that he scrambled up, heaving himself over the top of the wall. He fell on his bottom once he was over, breathing rather heavily. For a moment he rested that way, but he soon rose to continue his chase. Of course, that did not last for long.
As Lómion stepped forward into the library, he caught sight of a massive man. The boy donned a curious look as his eyes glanced upon the man... no, the barbarian. He was immense and imposing, with features accomplished only by the barbaric race. Lómion casually stepped forward, taking only a glance at the man and waving a hand nonchalantly.
"Thanks for getting that door open." He said, turning to head for his own destination. "Stupid guards stopped me before I could get in."
Taking a look around, the barbarian wondered what his next move should be. Of course, he didn't wonder for long... for from one of the corridors, a simple guard came out and immediately spotted the intruder. His hand fumbled for his scimitar before finally finding a grip on the handle, unsheathing the blade before holding it ready to attack the barbarian. But rather than cower in fear, or even think about running, the barbarian simply grinned like a wolf closing in on his prey. The guard was shaking with fear and it was only a matter of time before he found the guts to attack the intruder. Too late, the barbarian ran forward and thrusted his open palm at the guards chin. The guard didn't even have time to look shocked at the speed of the barbarian, for he was clocked on the chin and immediately fell backwards, knocked out from the blow. The barbarian would have killed him, but he didn't have time to clean up corpses... if there were guards here then they would find the blood and find the corpse.
Instead the barbarian picked up the body and dragged the unconscious guard behind a long curtain, hiding his body from view. Then, he heard another sound of someone entering the library. The barbarian looked at the figure, a scrawny looking elf boy with blonde hair who had obviously found a way to get in the library. Could he have climbed up the wall as well? The barbarian didn't think anyone would follow him passed the trapdoor up the roof, for the wall was steep and not many people could have climbed that wall like the barbarian.
"Thanks for getting that door open." He said, turning to head for his own destination. "Stupid guards stopped me before I could get in."
"Go home boy, I have no time to babysit," the barbarian said, "Get out of here before you get us..."
But it was too late, half a dozen guards came through two double doors at the end of the corridor, chatting away before stopping and looking at the two would-be thieves. One of the guards stepped forward with his longsword drawn and smiled wide at the sight of a hillman and a young elf in the library.
"Well... it looks like we've caught ourselves a couple of wannabe thieves lads," said one of the guards, "Tell me then, what be your names before I throw you in the prison cells and throw away the key?"
The barbarian drew his own sword, facing the guards. There was no stopping a fight now, the stupid little elf boy had got him caught and now he was facing the problems.
"You'll be telling your friends in hell that it was Asgrim McGroth that sent you there," taunted the barbarian, bracing himself and getting ready for the guards to attack.