Thread: Old Debts Repaid (books and blackrose)

Tria was not having the best day of her life currently. For that matter she wasnt have the best week of her life either. As it stood, it seemed Murphy's law of what can go wrong, will had found her and steam rolled over her every chance it gained this week. Which was why she now stood in shackles and chains in a dingy room with about 30 other unfortunate prisoners who had been sentenced to be sold into service to another. A beautiful young woman, she didnt look the type for her profession. She had golden locks of hair that fell in ringlets down her back from the hold the black cord she had it pulled back with. Her eyes were deep sapphire blue and she had all the right womanly curves. Her appearance was the only thing that had truly saved her from a worst fate. She had been caught pickpocketing a noble Laird here in the market a few days ago. Had it not been for the dumb mage who couldnt keep their spell under control, she would not have been caught. However as it was the idiot caster was showing off some spells to his children in the quarter not far from where Tria had been working all day to unburden the passersby of their obtrusively heavy valuables. She had done good that morning and was about to quit for the day and go home when she spotted a well known Laird coming her way. This particular Laird had nearly ran over her once before on his horse and had sent a line of foulness her way in lieu of an apology. She would repay him with a shortening his funds. He had stopped to watch the prestidigitation of the mage which made for the perfect opportunity for Tria. He was so interested in the childrens laughter and the tricks of the mage that he never noticed Tria come next to him and unlatch his purse from his belt. Just as she was about to put the purse in her cloak and sneak away, the mage misspoke a sparkler spell for a rocket spell. Next thing Tria knew, she and the Laird was dodging a rocket and fell onto one another just in time for him to see she had his purse in her hands. She tried to run and get away, instinctively. Once again the mage intervened. Seeing what was playing out, the mage cast a web spell and caught her in the sticky net. Tria hated mages to this day. Luckily for her she was able to use her womanly charms to woo the king into a leseer sentence. Hence her currrent predictiment. Fortunately the twenty three year old rogue had other plans. She had places to go and things to steal. At the current moment she was already using a thin piece of wire she had found on the ground along the way here, to unlock her manacles. She had yet to find a lock she couldnt pick, though the current one was being stubborn. It would simply take her a little more time and then she would be free, or so she planned. So far the locks were not working for her and it was about time for her group to be led out on to the auction stage. Before long she had one lock undone but she still had three more to go. Starting to work on her second arm cuff she knew time was running out. Hearing the slaves before her sold off so quickly, she growled to herself as her group was called to go out. She didnt want to be sold but that may be her only way out at this point. Who ever got her would have hell keeping her. Dressed in typical prisoner rags, she and 7 others were led out to the stage to be sold.