The Pursuit
The dark elves were drawing nearer. He knew from the outset that this heist was too bold, but he never let a challenge deter him. In the end, his avarice always seemed to get the better of him. Aerun always admired beautiful shiny things, especially those that contained power; this silver jeweled dagger was powerful indeed. It contained the ability to feed off the lifeforce of its victims and channel that energy into the wielder, thereby granting him health, healing energy, and potential eternal youth. If it had enough victims that is.
Aerun ran as fast as he could in these damp and dimly lit tunnels. The air was cool and clammy and the floor had a layer of moisture and grime that made it slippery, especially when he skidded around corners. His breath came fast and heavy, panic coursing through his veins. Any calm person might feel a chill in these dark tunnels, but Aerun was sweating profusely from his exertion and fear. His pale green linen shirt was wet and clung tightly to his slender torso, defining the toned muscles of his chest and abdomen that rippled underneath of the brown leather vest which hung loosely over his shoulders. The almond shaped nipples of Aerun’s pecs were pointed mounds under the cloth of his garment. He was 5’6” tall with a light 130lb athletic body. Perfect for sneaking into tight spaces where treasures tend to lie. Sweat poured down his forehead, and his hair hung in light brown strands over his golden eyes.