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The 101 Rules of Adventuring- Rule 1: The 101 Rules of Adventuring, #1
The 101 Rules of Adventuring- Rule 1: The 101 Rules of Adventuring, #1
The 101 Rules of Adventuring- Rule 1: The 101 Rules of Adventuring, #1
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The 101 Rules of Adventuring- Rule 1: The 101 Rules of Adventuring, #1

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A lone thief residing in an arid city catches wind of a plot to obtain a map and find a lost treasure in the nearby desert region. After following the trail and uncovering the machinations of one of the town's crooked elites, the thief obsconds with the needed treasure map and decides to venture out for his fortune and fame! His first days as an Adventurer have come at last!

LanguageEnglish
PublisherA.J. Campbell
Release dateApr 28, 2018
ISBN9781386477211
The 101 Rules of Adventuring- Rule 1: The 101 Rules of Adventuring, #1

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    The 101 Rules of Adventuring- Rule 1 - A.J. Campbell

    What is an Adventurer?

    We live in a world of never-ending peril and wonder. Countless treasures and wondrous landscapes litter every corner of the land. Most never make it out of their walls and false securities to see what the world truly holds. Fewer still survive the first steps. However, a select few possess a hidden drive that cannot be matched and a thirst that can never be sated. They are the ones who further civilization. They are the slayers of impossible monsters. They are discoverers of lost secrets. They are the bringers of vast riches. Those individuals who risk life, limb, and their very souls.

    These people are Adventurers. To anyone with the purpose and skill to brave the wild unknown, a glorious future awaits you... should you survive.

    And who knows? Maybe you will live long enough to one day be called Hero.

    I

    G et back here with my map! yelled a burly man adorned in vibrant garments. A gust of wind pushed the loose trash scattered along the alleyways of Gallenton. Leading that gust was a young man whose legs seemed to move impossibly fast. He was certainly not dressed as extravagantly. The man's garb hung loosely containing only dulled browns, greens, and reds. The drab appearance accomplished a comfortable and openly accepted wardrobe to the common rabble; a perfect camouflage for a Thief.  A wide grin spread on the man's face as he effortlessly evaded his pursuers. The alleyways became cluttered with crates, pottery, and scattered refuse as the man ran onward. Such obstacles posed no danger to him as he slowly glided up the wall.

    He's getting away! What am I paying you for? Asked the burly man as he turned towards a mercenary with three large straight scars intersecting at a center point along the left side of his face, Cut him off before we lose him or I'll hire someone more competent to split the treasure with.

    The mercenary scowled as he nodded and turned down a branching alley while another ran ahead of the burly man. Gallenton was a town of tall buildings and bigger dreams with just as many nooks and crannies to hide all manner of people looking to make a better life for themselves. What started as a small oasis haven on the edge of the desert became a virtual metropolis of sandstone. Those who did not grow up within the comfort of warm homes took to the alleyways for survival. They were the young thief's home.

    You're going to have to try harder than that, mocked the thief. No sooner than he had finished speaking did he find a small round hissing object flying in front of him.

    Oh shi- he uttered before an explosion rocked the alley.

    Luckily, the thief's speed was unmatched in this remote area of the world. With a couple of well-timed jumps off the walls he flung himself well over the explosion. His landing was graceful, but harsh and time consuming. It took him a moment to get back up to speed, but it was only a moment that the second mercenary needed to catch enough distance to be a threat. This one was a slender man dressed in flowing black garments. The bomb was most likely his work as the burly man did not seem to be able to keep pace with him.

    Return what you stole, said the slender mercenary in a raspy voice as he produced a gleaming scimitar from the darkness wrapping his form, and maybe you can keep your limbs.

    Sorry, I kinda need my limbs to steal more things, the thief said in a sincere apologetic tone. This seemed to enrage the mercenary as he let the scimitar loose in the air. The blade hummed as it sliced the air spinning towards the thief's head. His ears were keen, though, easily judging the distance of the danger. The blade spun harmlessly in the air over him as he ducked into a roll to keep his head attached to his neck. Such tactics came second nature to him, so he lost almost no speed as he recovered when the danger had passed.

    What the thief was not ready for was the blade slowing down and reversing direction after he had gotten back on his feet. Tch, he sucked his teeth as the blade caught his arm on its return trip to its wielder's hands. Fortune seemed to favor him, though, as he had sidestepped the blade just enough to make the wound superficial.

    Nice sword, I'll have to get one of those, joked the thief, unphased by the mercenary's continued assault. The blade hummed once more as it cut through the air, but now he knew the blade's tricks. It would not be able to strike him again so easily. Another lost soul rounded a corner of the alley in front of the thief. His luck was not so great as blade missed its mark once more and found itself instead in this man's eye socket.

    The thief winced as he passed the corpse while turning down a different alley. Better you than me, friend... He let the words hang in the air. 'Acceptable losses' was the name of the game for thieves, but he took no pleasure in using human lives as pieces. His time to act was now upon him, however, as the scar-faced mercenary, from earlier, had actually managed to head him off and he now blocked his escape route.

    A cloud of dust sprayed upward as he slid to a halt. The scar-faced mercenary had a broadsword and shield drawn; a hand that could prove disastrous for the now slightly wounded and winded thief. Behind him, the slender

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