[This is a work in progress... as such it is not completed...]
[Your patience is appreciated...]
The sun settles upon the bustling city and it is only then, all manner of questionable characters come out to play. Of course that is what the proper people say and luckily for you, you do not consider yourself to belong to that particular and quite boring group. After all years of practicing "the craft" have taught you many lessons about what others, both friends and enemies alike, consider being proper.
You leave your safe house, fresh from few days of rest. That scuffle with the city guard have forced you into hiding and almost cost you your life. Fortunately the man, who gave you away will not be doing so again, not unless a priest or a mage will use one of those fancy spells of theirs that let them speak with the dead.
“And speaking of priests...” your mind wonders for a moment and quickly dismisses the thought of that particular priestess you have seen around one of the temples in the noble quarters.
The problem with priestesses is that they generally are not very forthcoming with sharing their charms with strangers and you have no desire of spending time to get to know one of the faith. Well that’s not entirely correct, you have quite a desire to spend a lot of time to get to know one of the faith, just not in the way a proper folks would think.
You try to force such thoughts out of your mind and concentrate on the current events . There is no point in taking unnecessary chances, you remind yourself as you carefully check your freshly cleaned dark leather armour and a set of hidden blades. You take a careful look around ensuring that the entrance to your safe house remains a secret and with a few quick steps you merge into the crowd.
“It’s good to be alive...” you think to yourself as your eyes follow a pair of young women, no doubt on their way home from the markets.
You quickly realise that it has been a while, since you have had a chance to chase after a skirt or two and even longer since you have had some luck of finding firsthand what hides under such very attractive garment. Such thoughts make you a little bit uncomfortable.
Luckily for you, Tymora, the Goddess of Luck have blessed you with well developed physical and mental features and your life as a rogue allowed you to hone them both well. While you have no problems admitting that women are indeed one of your weaknesses, you know quite well that this goes both ways for it is hard for them to resist your charms.
"Unless they are a paladin..." your mind once again goes back to that one particular temple and that one particular female. "Ahh, it’s always the impossible ones that I end up lusting after..." you shake your head.
Perhaps it is time to do some "skirt chasing" just to get your mind off that one fine female form dressed so elegantly in that plate armour. You quickly gather your wits and carefully consider your options.
There are plenty of them. Tavern and slums have always offered a quick solution to this particular and growing problem inside your pants. Still, maybe it is time to taste something finer or even perhaps reach out and try to make that one particular dream a reality. Subconsciously, your fingers dance upon a small necklace of yours, an amulet of a sort. It is a golden coin... The Lady Luck as you have come to call it.
Perhaps she can inspire you...