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Date Posted: 19:10:27 04/27/02 Sat
As Arcane stood on the battlements of the castle he looked out over the city and thought about the absurdity of human nature. When you looked at it from a purely logical point of view his entire career was pointless. The royal family was constantly under the threat of losing the control of the land because of coups or uprisings or invasions by neighboring lands. He could do little about the invasions but he did his best to keep the other two under check. Arcane was a spy. He did not spy against governments, however, he spied against the public. Arcane would go down into the city and look for those loyal to the mark and to the royal family. If he found someone who might pose a threat to the royal family he disposed of them. If he found someone who supported the family strongly then he would assign undercover guards to keep them safe from the enemies of the crown. He was secretly supported by the royal family and had saved their leadership countless times. There were a few other spies like him, but none of them could boast as many accomplishments as he could. He knew he would soon have to go back into the city because he suspected a fairly attractive female of wearing the mark, but the only way to find out for sure would be to see it for himself and in this day and age the only way to see it would be to sleep with her. Most males would enjoy this aspect of the job, but it had begun to bore him several years ago. Arcane stood there for a few seconds longer and then began to descend back into the twisting and confusing hallways of the castle.
He took a secret path out of the castle (he always had to be careful that noone would see him entering or leaving the castle and start to suspect him) and wandered down into the marketplace where he knew the maiden would be. He spotted her wandering through with a basket on her head and as he was watching her she looked up, saw him, and smiled. He had begun to "make his move" on her several days ago and now she absolutely adored him. He was prepared to take advantage of that adoration and find out once and for all if she carried the mark or not. This particular maiden's name was Ecclesia and she was the daughter of one of the city's governors, meaning her father was in a position of rather great power and if she wore the mark so did he and thus would be a strong ally to the crown. Arcane walked right up to her and wrapped his arms around her thin waist, whispering in her ear.
"Hello my love, is your father still on that important business trip?"
"Yes, my house is entirely empty and I was just headed there, would you like to accompany me?" she said with a devious grin.
"I would love nothing more."
Arcane was an outstanding actor. He said all of these things, seemingly with the utmost sincerity, but on the inside he was revolted by the idea of going to bed with her. Yes, she was quite attractive but he just did not think he would enjoy this. They walked through the streets, barely speaking as they slowly approached the richer and nicer houses of the town. She led him to a large villa and unlocked the door. They walked through several hallways until they reached a room which could only have been her bedroom. She then set her basket down and turned to face him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they began to kiss. Soon her shirt was off and Arcane saw that she did, in fact, wear the mark. Now that he knew all he wanted to, he would have like to have stopped, but he couldn't just turn cold so he continued and played his part perfectly until they were finished. He then departed and promised to see her again (although he had no intention of doing so) and headed back to the castle to report his findings.
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