Winter 18, A.V. 512
The city was dark... night had fallen and the inhabitants weary of the dark and those who sought trouble under the cover of night, closed their windows and doors... locking them before they slept away in their warm cozy beds. The night was still as always: a figure moved along the alleyways checking the windows and doors of the homes he had been watching for some days now in attempts to learn the daily patterns of the individuals who lived in them, he hadn't been successful in robbing the houses he's had his eyes upon lately but in the past he was lucky enough to rob six to ten homes monthly gaining a name for himself; he was known as the ''Midnight Bandit'' a cliche name yes but he was good at his job and was never caught in the act... not even once.
This particular night, it was more quiet than usual and he had been watching this one particular house that was abandoned just yesterday—the thief watched this house intently for several minutes, he was tempted to steal what was inside since the rumors about the house containing jewels and gold miza intrigued him greatly. A greedy person this thief was, he wanted it all, he coveted the riches of others and as a result began stealing things from those who were more fortunate than he was. The thief waited for the moment the clouds shrouded the moon... at that moment, it would be considerably dark around the alleyways, allowing him to cleverly sneak pass anyone watching the streets carefully.
The thief quickly scurries across the street like the rat he was and approached the house with considerable caution and haste, he wasted no time in quietly cutting a circular hole in the window and reaching inside to unlock the latch. He was now inside but what he saw wasn't what he was expecting... the rumors were nothing but lies! The thief looks around to see nothing but old furniture covered in dust and small traces of mold; he turns and looks around carefully, he wasn't sure if this was a trap or not; he pulls out his dagger and walks deeper into the house—the moon peeking through the window behind him as if observing what the twisted man was doing.
“Dark....”
A silent voice said in the darkness behind him, causing the thief to almost jump out of his shoes. The thief turns to see nothing, he didn't believe the voice to be a mere hallucination produced from his own mind, he felt that someone was in the room with him as he slowly circled a full three-hundred and sixty degrees with his dagger pointed in front of him. The silent voice did not make itself known again, it just remained real quiet within the house until the thief started to venture upstairs—the staircase creaking loudly with each step he took.
A shadow forms along the moon-lit wall—the body which could potentially produce this shadow could not be seen with the naked-eye; it just stood there almost knowing that the thief would enter the room it was occupying and the thief does so; however, completely unaware that a shadow of some sort was looming just behind him. The thief after a cold breeze passes across the back of his neck, doesn't pay any mind to it since it was winter and drafts would be quite often but then breezes continued, growing in intensity which began to startle him and after while these breezes started to feel more like someone was... breathing on him.
The shadow vanishes as the thief turns to face it—the thief notices nothing as he checks the dressers, beds, closets and everything for potential loot. In the next room dozens of figures hover just inches from the floor—ghosts who were unable to part from each other remained in the home; preventing all who tried to change their precious homes appearance and punishing those who did with sleepless nights and starving days. The ghosts already knew someone was in their home and this triggered their anger but there was something else that followed the thief into their home that made them nervous.
The shadow that had stalked the thief into the home appeared in the corner of the room to make its presence more physically known, it was Noaru! The spirit grinned in finding such a large number of ghosts in one area about six or ten ghosts were in the room with him all very agitated by the thief and terrified by his presence at the same time. Noaru stepped forward, emitting a more peaceful aura than usual but this was only to deceive the alarmed ghosts into lowering their guard which they did not lower.
“Greetings, are you all able to speak?”
The spirit would try to manipulate them in any way possible but mainly he focused upon their hatred, he felt that the mass-number of ghosts did not like the idea of someone entering their home, it could obviously be seen upon their faces by the way they were looking at the wall just moments before he appeared... they were looking at the wall of the room next door as if they were able to see the thief through it.
The city was dark... night had fallen and the inhabitants weary of the dark and those who sought trouble under the cover of night, closed their windows and doors... locking them before they slept away in their warm cozy beds. The night was still as always: a figure moved along the alleyways checking the windows and doors of the homes he had been watching for some days now in attempts to learn the daily patterns of the individuals who lived in them, he hadn't been successful in robbing the houses he's had his eyes upon lately but in the past he was lucky enough to rob six to ten homes monthly gaining a name for himself; he was known as the ''Midnight Bandit'' a cliche name yes but he was good at his job and was never caught in the act... not even once.
This particular night, it was more quiet than usual and he had been watching this one particular house that was abandoned just yesterday—the thief watched this house intently for several minutes, he was tempted to steal what was inside since the rumors about the house containing jewels and gold miza intrigued him greatly. A greedy person this thief was, he wanted it all, he coveted the riches of others and as a result began stealing things from those who were more fortunate than he was. The thief waited for the moment the clouds shrouded the moon... at that moment, it would be considerably dark around the alleyways, allowing him to cleverly sneak pass anyone watching the streets carefully.
The thief quickly scurries across the street like the rat he was and approached the house with considerable caution and haste, he wasted no time in quietly cutting a circular hole in the window and reaching inside to unlock the latch. He was now inside but what he saw wasn't what he was expecting... the rumors were nothing but lies! The thief looks around to see nothing but old furniture covered in dust and small traces of mold; he turns and looks around carefully, he wasn't sure if this was a trap or not; he pulls out his dagger and walks deeper into the house—the moon peeking through the window behind him as if observing what the twisted man was doing.
“Dark....”
A silent voice said in the darkness behind him, causing the thief to almost jump out of his shoes. The thief turns to see nothing, he didn't believe the voice to be a mere hallucination produced from his own mind, he felt that someone was in the room with him as he slowly circled a full three-hundred and sixty degrees with his dagger pointed in front of him. The silent voice did not make itself known again, it just remained real quiet within the house until the thief started to venture upstairs—the staircase creaking loudly with each step he took.
A shadow forms along the moon-lit wall—the body which could potentially produce this shadow could not be seen with the naked-eye; it just stood there almost knowing that the thief would enter the room it was occupying and the thief does so; however, completely unaware that a shadow of some sort was looming just behind him. The thief after a cold breeze passes across the back of his neck, doesn't pay any mind to it since it was winter and drafts would be quite often but then breezes continued, growing in intensity which began to startle him and after while these breezes started to feel more like someone was... breathing on him.
The shadow vanishes as the thief turns to face it—the thief notices nothing as he checks the dressers, beds, closets and everything for potential loot. In the next room dozens of figures hover just inches from the floor—ghosts who were unable to part from each other remained in the home; preventing all who tried to change their precious homes appearance and punishing those who did with sleepless nights and starving days. The ghosts already knew someone was in their home and this triggered their anger but there was something else that followed the thief into their home that made them nervous.
The shadow that had stalked the thief into the home appeared in the corner of the room to make its presence more physically known, it was Noaru! The spirit grinned in finding such a large number of ghosts in one area about six or ten ghosts were in the room with him all very agitated by the thief and terrified by his presence at the same time. Noaru stepped forward, emitting a more peaceful aura than usual but this was only to deceive the alarmed ghosts into lowering their guard which they did not lower.
“Greetings, are you all able to speak?”
The spirit would try to manipulate them in any way possible but mainly he focused upon their hatred, he felt that the mass-number of ghosts did not like the idea of someone entering their home, it could obviously be seen upon their faces by the way they were looking at the wall just moments before he appeared... they were looking at the wall of the room next door as if they were able to see the thief through it.
