You're a hero, a hunter, an adventurer, some might say. If they knew better, others might call you a sorcerer or a warlock. Lebisyma, that awful word for those touched by magic. That word is a dangerous one. For mages like you, that appellation is a death sentence.
Tonight, you must brave the streets of Thieves Hill. This town is notorious for being a den of rogues. Here, violence reigns the night. Those like you require the sentimental fits of the mundanes to keep their power, and you haven't given up on eternal youth yet!
This is my entry for Suranna's 24 hour storygame contest. Inspired by a period of my life where I made quite poor choices, and hung around some great people that made even worse ones.
