Gladius: Thief

[Gladius]

With the death of the scientist and a somewhat cure for the horde. It was time to start the rebuild of Meadowmere. Hopeful for the last time for a while. Since it seems the town needs to be rebuilt/fortified almost monthly. Gladius wanted a head start and went back to Meadowmere to see the damage and start rebuilding as soon as possible. And maybe even find the body of Grim; if lucky enough. Gladius also wanted time to himself away from the group. Everything that ever happens feels like his fault. Or is blamed on him. Maybe he can take this time to figure out how to be better. He approaches the crumbled town. “This is gonna take a while.” He gives an eye twitch. And starts rebuilding the jail. One of the first buildings taken over by Horde.

While night approaches, Gladius sleeps in what was the military barracks. Laying in his own dusty broken bed, with one leg from the frame being completely gnawed off. With the ceiling and walls gone, Gladius got to sleep looking at the sky in peace.

Woken by mumbling and a blur of a torch light, Gladius wakes up eyes wide open and looks to his right, where the prison used to stand. He sees a dark hooded figure shuffling through the rubble. Gladius slides off the bed onto the floor and snakes his way to his belt. With a *click*. He’s now equipped to see what’s up. Gladius creeps over and peaks over the half destroyed wall. The figure with the torch stands up and eyeballs a gold coin. “Hey so this town is not really abandoned and you’re technically stealing by the way. “The thief looks over with wide eyes, no expression with the torch dimly lighting his face.

He chucks the torch. Gladius ducks it. And the torch makes its way beautifully in the air onto his broken bed. Gladius looks at the bed and with a single eye twitch sprints at the running figure. Gladius points a figer gun at him. His hand starts to glow a dim yellow and then a bright gold, building up to the tip of the finger and finally releasing light. Gladius says “pew” as the quick shard of light beams from the finger and enters the figure’s left leg. Pulsating and spreading throughout the entire limb. Holding the leg still and unable to move. (Maim Limb).

“What did you do?!” A masculine voice jumps from the silhouette at Gladius. “Calm down, it’s not like it hurts.” “You know if you put the gold back I would’ve just given you some but you chose to attack a Military Sergeant and run from the scene. “Here just put on these handcuffs and we’ll figure something out.” Gladius unclips the handcuffs and tosses them over. The thief shoots a dark red pulse at the cuffs *Sunder*. The red crackles around the cuffs then explodes into shrapnel. Gladius gives a face of shock. “I am of the Scarleth Cult and I’m here for you. I don’t need petty money!” He opens his hand preparing to shoot another scarlet pulse. Gladius straightens his arm and opens his hand *Blind*. The cult member pulls back his body shooting the pulse in a random direction *Blast*, Crumbling a nearby wall.

Gladius throws a knife completely missing the mark and puncturing his foot. “AHHH” the cult member shrieks in pain, with Gladius giving him a yikes look gritting his teeth. Gladius rams at the man hiding behind his shield. With pulses flying everywhere, two of them ding off the shield. Gladius smashes into the man pinning him on the ground. A sword is pulled out and thrusted into the man’s throat. Life leaves from his blinded eyes. Gladius stands up freaked out by the information and the power of the man. “This is gonna be a lot of paper work.” Gladius bends over and pulls an obsidian pendant from the man’s neck giving a dying red flicker. “Maybe I should go back to everyone for now.”

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