Lillian's Journey

Without a sound, the figure made its way through the dark shadows of the city. The figure stopped in its tracks, looking about to make sure it was alone before scaling a wall and climbing through an opened window. The figure is crouched on the floor, it's eyes searching the darkness just as a lamp is lit and all is revealed.

"Just as perfect as always Lillian," says an attractive raven haired woman lying on a bed and wrapped in silks. Her manner of dress, and her curvaceous body, indicates that she is a proprietor of a mass amount of wealth, as well as the highest paid prostitute in the city of Tabriz.

"Thanks," said the figure stepping out of the shadows and into the light. Standing before the raven haired beauty was the famous half-elven thief Lillian. Her hair was long and silver, her eyes were light blue. Her skin was fair and smooth and her face was even more beautiful than the prostitute on the bed. Her body was curvaceous, yet toned. She possessed long legs, an inviting hip, thin waist, and large breasts that seemed to perfect to not be made by magic.

"I've heard you had a job for me Ivy," Lillian said smoothing out the crease in her tight, dark grey outfit which only seemed to draw attention to her curves.

"Yes, and don't look so apprehensive about it. I know you've left the house, even though a good number of patrons still ask about you. This new job requires your new skills as a thief." Ivy said, sitting up on the bed and walking towards a cabinet.

Lillian and Ivy had been friends since they both were little children. They were both orphans, one human, and one half-elven who did their best to survive the streets. When they were old enough, Ivy talked Lillian into joining a legal brothel that existed in the city limits. Overtime, Lillian was in a position to take over, but wanting more, she left to seek adventure which allowed Ivy to take control of the house. Although Ivy looked close to her mid-30's, because of her elven blood, Lillian still retained her youthful appearance of 20. Lillian could not believe that it had been more than 15 years ago when she first began working and training in this house.

Ivy dropped a leather bag on the table, which opened up and spilled out a few cold coins. Once more sitting herself, Ivy spoke. "I have a job for you. I wish you to go into the High Lord's castle and steal a very magical item from him. It is an artifact, long and phallus shaped, and is said to possess many magical abilities."

Lillian knows that the High Lord's castle is nearly impossible to enter, let alone steal from. It may be the adventure that Lillian has been waiting for, but it could also mean her life.