Thomas Steamwell
Thief with a heart of gold and an unending streak of bad luck
Things could certainly be worse.Thomas is a roguish young man from Thansa City who seems to be adept at landing himself in one mess after another; orphaned in his early teens, forced to survive in the festering core of a massive metropolis ever since, he would steal whatever he needed from those who needed it less in order to survive. He's not sure of his true age -- his parents never told him before they passed. He's never really cared to find out his actual age though, as he prefers give whatever age makes the most sense at the time when asked.— Thomas Steamwell, thinking to himself
His relatively small frame and athletic build are perfectly suited to the streets he made a living on; squeezing through crowds and clambering up the sides of dilapidated old buildings that are long past the point of being condemned were daily activities in the life of a master street thief.
Could definitely be better, though.
Much better.— Thomas Steamwell
Family
Thomas never really talks about his parents much; truth be told, he doesn't remember a lot about them. They emigrated to Kazcallen with Thomas when he was quite young, but his father's promised job that enticed them to move here fell through as soon as they reached the city. They were forced to move into the group housing buildings; old and run down brick structures, 4-6 storeys tall, sub-let so many times that your money probably changed hands 6 times before it reached the purse of whoever actually owned the unit.
Children
It was a brutal, difficult life, but Thomas still managed to make the most of it. The people that shared the cramped conditions of the building they all called home were like family to him, and sharing what little he had with them helped make the place feel just a little bit brighter, despite the gloom.
However one fateful day in Thansa City, Thomas made off with a prize that was more than he could handle; it was lifted from a mark that looked just like all the other rich assholes that drifted through town, who unfortunately turned out to be some rich Legion asshole instead. Inside the purse he lifted was coin, yes, but also an incredibly dangerous, incredibly important, vial of Weldwax; so important that Thomas has been running ever since, not once returning to Thansa city after that fateful day.
Where did he go?
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Weld-wax?
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The barge named "Rustheaven"
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A small boilership with a young captain
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Give him the remaining coin
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Agree to work on the boat
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Well ain't this a nice boat!
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Shit, it's the Legion
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They're still on our tail...
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Let's do it.
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Yes, but no.
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For the love of gods, please, no, no!
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I've never seen a God-husk this close before...
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Head below deck
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Some time later
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Kill him
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Hide in the hold
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Abandon ship
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Panic
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Try to swim
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"EVERYONE STAND UP."
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The mob turns
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The rowboat drops free
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Russin all over again
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Is that...?
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Wait for the opportune moment
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Cut him off before he gets here
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Run till night falls
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Confront the Officer
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Where... What...
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It didn't take him long to sneak his way into the dockyard proper. Fishing vessels, great big transport ships, pleasure craft... his heart rate increased when he noticed the Legion war vessel tied up at the far end of the dock. Thomas flipped the collar up on his dirty leather jacket and pulled his hat down -- he knew it made him look more suspicious, but he'd take looking "suspicious" over looking like "that red haired thief that stole weld-wax from the Legion" any day.
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Of course that was days ago, before the Legion had found him and begun the chase again; right now Thomas had to focus on which boat he would approach to try and hitch a ride out of town with.
Go again?
Go again?
Go again?
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He hadn't thought he'd been that far away from the docks, but it had taken literal hours to reach them again, and the sun was now setting -- which in a way was another blessing. The long shadows cast by the lowering sunlight meant he'd have plenty of places to hide and sneak through, as he worked to figure out his next step.
Thomas stashed the boat in a dilapidated portion of the dock yard, tightened his pack, and found a place to rest for the night.
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Ash had mentioned something in passing, when they were discussing the vial of Weld-Wax he had. They'd talked about how they know this information -- and who else knows it. At the time, Thomas had dismissed it -- all the talk of gods and secret organizations and the Legion dooming humanity had disturbed him greatly.
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Go again?
Every. Single. Time. You kicked Cathedris up another notch today--this branching tale touched on a few of the best horrors around here on an awesome, up close and personal level. I really like this poor guy! Suuuuuch savage bad luck! :D
You are doing a great job! Keep creating; I believe in you!
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Omg thank you so much Dani!! <3 He was a lot of fun to write, and I feel bad for giving him so many bad endings :D