THIEVES!!!

The Elf bard/mercenery Kallendras walked through the streets seeking rest. It had been a long day, first
entertaining those that would pay, then using his keen eyes and bow to destroy the foul menace
of cultists..... for a price, of course. Now he only sought a quiet spot to lay back and rest, one
of the taverns would do fine.

Suddenly, Kallendras' long ears flighted to the sound of quick footsteps behind him! He spun around with sword ready
to fight. Nothing but the wind was there, and a faint smell of cheese. Kallendras walked on, eased for a split second.
SHUNK!
A triangle shaped throwing star missed his nose and was imbedded in the wall next to him
Before he could react, a net fell on Kallendras and he fell to come eye level to a pair of dirty, foul smelling feet
bound in rags. Kallendras looked up and saw the furry owner. A black skaven with two fighting claws
and a serpintine-like tail grasping a dagger. The skaven gave a cruel grin as he lifted his hand and smote the elf
square on the head. Kallendras blacked out.

"Quick-Quick!" Pointed Khrys at the unconscious elf.
"Elf thing tap nap-nap! Nehehehe! Get all, quick!"
Khrys grabbed the dark Elven Cloak, just his size (with a little tearing) and favorite color, too.
Other warriors clamored to get what the could to put back in their equipment pile. The boots,
the Ithilamr Mail, Sword, Bow all was taken. Then Khrys held up a paw to be silent and all
slunk back into the shadows.

Kallendras woke up. He felt a breeze. He stood up and steadied himself when he noticed, he was naked.
Totally stripped of everything. The willowy elf had to find some shelter or surely die. He raced along the street
with his hands trying to cover his crotch, when he found what looked like an abandoned tavern called
"The Cold Fish" he opened the door quickly and shut it behind him.

Inside was a warm and cozy place. A hodge podge of different characters of races and clothing were seated at various
places at the bar when they all turned to see who had come in. Then most of the recipiants turned back to talking, but the females and a suspicious ogre kept their gaze on Kallendras. A halfing bartender just smiled at the elf and nodded to a pile of clothing in what would be a weapons check room. Kallendras nodded in appreciation and slunk into the room to put on something that would fit him. There was of course no elf clothing in the pile, but Kallandras managed to bare being in
human clothing for the time being.

 
For the second time Kallendras stepped into the main room and was ushered by the halfling again, this time to the counter.
"Ere ya go" he said and propped a bit of elvish wine up against the table. Seeing the confusion in his eyes th halfling
explained. "'S'on the 'ouse this time, wot." The elf thanked the small overfed human thing and looked around for a place to sit.
Unluckily, the only place was by a red haired dwarf who looked like he could rip him in half. Kallendras sat down
just in time to hear the last bit of a story he was telling to an ogre and a beared human: ".... an that's how I got out of there.
I hope ya two remember dat ifin da time comes." Now the attention was turned to Kallendras.
"Head still hurt, no?" the human asked in a Brettonian accent and pointed to the bruise on the elf's head.
"It's getting better, thank you." Kallendras said.
"We's all got ambished while walking troo da city." the ogre said with a rumbling voice. He looked down in shame,"Nicked
me best club 'n all me food."
"They nicked me axe and undies." said the dwarf who was obviously a slayer, "but I took a few down with me!!" he shouted.
"Zey took all mie armor, mie horse and mie lance but zey deedn't  touch moi's underwear." the human looked amused,
"Blees ze Ladee, zey don't like fluer de lise patterns."

"That still doesn't explain WHY their doing this...." Kallendras hinted.
"Oh, they're just the start of the gang," said the dwarf. "near as we can figure, the way they get all this expensive things was to just nick it while they nocked us up the head...."
the dwarf was interrupted by a sister of Sigmar slaming open the door. She had nice legs, Kallendras thought, VERY
nice legs..........