Here's the first story that'll go on here.
The thief moved amongst the shadows of the village. She had lurked just outside the village for a few hours, waiting for the shipment of goods to arrive. And there it was, the driver had just taken the horses away to feed and water them. Now would be a perfect time to collect some good merchandise for her ‘friends’. She moved swiftly, each step taken deliberately, making her appear like nothing more than a shadow to a lone crow that sat on the taverns roof. She had reached the edge of village center, the cart was there, no one in sight.
The thief thought for a moment, then muttered something incomprehensible. Her slender form became transparent, the tight wrapping around her head looked like nothing more than leaves blowing in the breeze. She walked slowly towards the cart, and peaked inside. Underneath the dark of the wrappings, her scarlet eyes glittered magickly. Though no one could see it, a smile cracked across her face. Magick items and pieces. Weapons, armor, artifacts, to the human who brought them, they were nothing more than tools. To most other humans, they’d behave just like tools. But to her ‘friends’ they were strength incarnate. She watched happily as small near invisible sparks of magick arced from weapon to weapon.
She put her hand out towards the items and softly muttered “Come and see”, the weapons, armor, and artifacts slowly faded away, leaving doubts to as if they were ever there. She chuckled to herself and turned back to where she came from. There was something there, it wasn’t visible to the normal eye, but she was an expert. There was a small net of magick, almost a cobweb of magick. She wandered over to it, and put her hand out. The magick tightened and started to weave itself into a form. She stared, unblinking as the magick web shook and twisted itself into a corpse, a living corpse. Then as she stared, a glint of steel came from it’s hand straight to her throat.
Blood, gurgling, and a sick sense of satisfaction should have happened. The blade, crashed against the thief’s neck, a flash of sparks appeared, and large piece of the well preserved and cared for blade fell to the ground. The thief stared at the surprised undead, who stared at it’s blade.
The girl held out her hand and muttered some words so fast the undead couldn’t hear her. A sword much like the undead’s sword appeared in her hand and she shoved it into the undead’s hand faster than it could react. “We’ll talk about payment back at the city.” The thief said, and her words were colder than the void. Then, she was gone.
The Undead, realized how grave a mistake he made. The coldness of her words made him stare in horror the new pristine blade. How lucky he’d must have been to find her after a catch. Most who try to harm the Blade Queen merchant rarely survived, regardless of place in life... or death.