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History of Gonff Perched upon the Sand kissed Roof Gonff stares down at the crowd below him, thorughly enjoying his solitude. The sun dips low in the horizon as the humble rogue fastens his hammock to a nearby weathervane and chimmney. The dense wet heat that hangs over the face of the city, like a blanket, prevents all hope of sleep in the first instance. The final sliver of light is consumed to the west, slightly easing the humidity, and Gonff settles into his hammock as his weary mind begins to answer sleeps lure. Sleeping peacefully at first he begins to toss about in the midnight hour...time and space are meaningless as his mind reverts to a vivid state of forgotten youth.... Stinging rain pours down on the numerous bodies strewn about the muddy earth of Nimiroth Forest. The smell of death is still fresh in the air as a group of scouts approach the gruesome scene. "Tis nothing but Reknall's children left here..." Fink sighed deeply, pulling a blade from the chest of a mangled female elf. "The work of Turag's children... only orcs would mutilate elven children" he growled. The party of Rogues rifled through the wooded area expertly, careful not to leave anything of value behind. The others look up as Fink runs through the trees swiftly, following in his wake to a small clearing. The Rogue leader holds a small bundle in his hands, a slight smile on his face. Turning his head to the group he cradles the small package in his arms "Well friends, it appears gold was not the only item of value left for us". Fink motions for one of the female rogues to relieve him of the tiny infant. "On a day of so much death, a new life shall begin...let us return to devardec, perhaps this group will not have died in vain." Gonff's eyes suddenly shot wide open, the sweat soaking his face as he snaps out of the vivid dream. It is the early morning hours and the blanket of night is still heavy on the lands. Sighing deeply he shifts uncomfortably, the bothered elf's mind still dances with the trance of his dream. The scence burned hard in his mind and sleep was now out of the question. Was this just another nightmare, as he has had the same in the past, or was there something of significance to it. It happened much too often and the reality of the nights vision was much to strong for him to think it a coincedence. Only one creature held the answer to his question. Searching for Fink was not easy, the Rogue elder prefered to keep to himself... the peers of his age had long passed and solitude was his soul partner these days. Hidden in the deep shadows cast by the moonlight, Gonff searched the rooftops with a sense of urgency, knowing that his only father figure would not been seen as dawn approached and he would sleep. The Nights illousions played tricks on his eyes, he thought he saw something shuffle near the top of the wizards guild but the shadows had tricked him. "I must use my training better" he thought to himself when it hit him instantly. The deepest shadows lay among the roofs of the guild...the areas that appeared solid black, standing out even in the night is where he would find his teacher. Hidden from view He weaves through the smoke stacks atop the guild hoping to catch Fink before it is too late. Desperation now began to run rampant though his mind as dawn would soon approach... when suddenly the sharp point of a blade is at his neck, leaving him hopelessly exposed and completely unguarded. "Gonff, gonff, gonff...." a disembodied voice mutters. "I know ive trained ye better than that young lad" . Fink appears to materializes from the night air, sheathing his knife. "Master Fink you have been a father too me my whole life, but I know that I am not of your blood...where did you find me?". Fink sat down with Gonff and the story that unfolded fit Gonff's dream exactly as it had played out so many times in his slumber. "Though it was a tragedy, you mother and fathers soul's must be pleased at how you've turned out". Gonff nodded and smiled saddly "Aye, I would not have wanted my life to turn out any different, through your trainings i have used the shadows well, and the other rogues in the guild have always treated me like family... for that I am greatful". Fink slid back into the night silently..."Never forget your past Gonff, but never forget who you have become...." the voice drifted off into the air leaving Gonff on the roof with feelings of satisfaction and purpose for the first time in a long long while... |