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 Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 12:48 pm
The Abandoned Warehouse
A run down dingy building, that was possibly used as a factory at one point, but is now used by the theives guild. Obstical courses are set up to train the members of the guild, where traps are also set up to keep intruders out.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 3:08 am
((From the River.))
Three raps on the door, a scuffle of his feet, and a soft cough, and he was allowed in. It was complicated and inconspicuous, managing to serve the guild’s need to keep strangers out well. After all, any those acts were normal, and only when joined together in that order, did they form a code; a key to an unseen lock, if you will. The redheaded young man entered swiftly, closing the door behind him and allowing his sky-blue eyes to adjust to the darkness.
It was rundown, indefinitely, but served the guild’s purpose nonetheless. He tucked his hands into his pockets and tilted his head, allowing his hair to move away from his eyes before preparing himself to speak in a lilting accent – the façade that he adopted every time he came round to the guild. They were simply that – a guild of thieves. The current leader did not want any ties of brotherhood between the members; for fear that they would gang up on him and overthrow him.
Dain scoffed inwardly. Not that it mattered. Everyone in the guild was averse to him, either avoiding him like plague or bullying him. More so of the former, as he had learnt to defend himself well. In the words of his brother – he was a demon with blades. He trusted no one, save for his brother, and, thus, had fashioned an alter-ego for himself. Hence, the lilting accent. His eyes were trained on the one who was to give him the mission, but he seemed completely aware of everything that was going on in the vicinity.
Inclining his head in a gesture of respect, he spoke, “I’ss bin some time since m’last mission, sir. What’ll ye’ have me do?” Unlike most of the street rats, he took it upon himself to learn to speak properly, and with impeccable English, but his alter-ego was no different from the rest.
He kept his eyes lowered to the ground. It had, indeed, been some time since he had been bequeathed a task to complete for the guild; his excursions to the noble homes had mostly been his own means to acquire what was needed to live in the slums. They were for his own benefit, and not the guild’s. United. Pah! The guild leader cared only about himself, and he couldn’t care less what happened to the street rats who scurried to his every whim. He kept assuring them that he was leading them to a better life, and they believed him – the idiots – and allowed him to drive them further into the mud.
None of this flickered across his face, which was kept perfectly nonchalant as he awaited his mission.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 9:59 am
Draiton the theif lord smlied and laughed loudly. "Dain, my boy, welcome back." He began to wave his hand at the other theives, "Leave us." He said in almost an angry tone. When they had all left he began to tell Dain what his misson would be. "I have something special for you to do. It is said that the jewel around the queens neck has magical powers, I want it boy. I want it so I can become King. So do that and you will be greatly rewarded." He winked, "Lets keep this between you and I."
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 12:33 am
He smiled at the older man, the picture of compliant servitude. He then lowered his gaze, projecting an image of low self-esteem as the others filed out. More than a few glared at him and whispered their doubts and accusations to their friends. Dain hunched his shoulders, seeming to curl into himself in fear as they lashed out verbally.
Finally, they were left alone, and the youngster chanced a glance at the lord, who launched into a briefing of his mission. Forcing himself to remain slouched, he shifted his weight from one foot to another. Stealing from royalty was one thing, but to snatch it from the queen’s neck was a whole other matter. The jewel was practically the most important thing in the bloodline, and the most guarded, no doubt.
He regarded Draiton gravely, and to all, it would look as if he were merely considering the mission, when in truth, he was pondering about the Guild. Draiton seemed to be increasingly desperate, if this mission was any indication. That meant two things – the more dominant members of the guild would soon challenge him to become the thief lord, and Draiton would do anything to get that jewel. That would be Dain’s opening.
“A’ight, m’lord, I’ll be doin’ my best,” he inclined his head, knowing very well that the respectful term would appeal to the man’s ego. “Beggin’ yer pardon,” he bowed slightly and backed away before stepping out of the abandoned warehouse. Steal the Queen’s jewel?
Tousling his hair, he frowned slightly. It looked as if he would need to pull on his acting skills. It was time to get into the Queen’s good graces. He had no doubt that he could do it, but he was unsure so as to how long it would take.
He left the top two buttons of his white linen shirt unbuttoned and brushed off the creases. Stepping out onto the street, he straightened up to assume a noble’s posture, but left his chin humble to project the image of a rarity – a noble that was actually nice and not above his post. He squared his shoulders and left his lips ever so slightly pursed, aligning his teeth to elongate his chin. He let a muscle tug on his lips, forming a rather mischievous but natural slight smirk, and, let his eyelids relax slightly.
With only a few tweaks here and there to his mannerism, he could now pass flawlessly as a noble. It was time to go to the castle.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 10:35 am
Draiton tossed a seat over to the young girl. "Take a seat." He sipped from a glass of wine, "I have something I need looked in to. I have heard rumours that my right hand man is planning to over rule me as Lord of the Thieves. I want you to go in and become, as you say, buddy buddy. I need to know if he really is planning something. You can not under any circumstance let him know that I hired you to do this. You will report back to me when you know something."
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:32 pm
Robin slowly bit her lip nervously. It wasn't like she could back down now. She couldn't say no to the theif lord, especially now, but she did the only thing that her pride allowed her to do. Smile, and nod. "Yes, my lord," she mummbled weakly. Robin felt her knees shake, she couldn't give in to it. She gave Draiton a deep bow, and left him. How could she do this?
She slowly turned, and walked towards the door. First she would have to find him, but how would he trust her? A lowly pick pocket? She slowly dug around her pocket to check her loose change. That would work... Yes... she thought to herself, it will.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 4:05 pm
Ixion came into the abandond warehouse with two henchmen following behind, "Lord Draiton, I have found the jewel that you requested." He tossed over a blood red diamond. Draiton gave a fake smile, "Good work Ixion." He threw it into a pile with the others. "I'm going to the outskirts to check up on the boys." Draiton said motioning for his men to follow, "You stay here, keep an eye one things."
"Very good sir." He gave a cheeky smile and as soon as the thief lord left the room he took a seat in his chair. "Stupid old man." He said laughing to his followers. "He wont even see it coming, he's so foolish, he trusts me so much he's blind from whats right it front of him." He let out another evil laugh.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 3:35 pm
Right as Robin reached for the handle, she heard the password, and looked at Draiton uncertainly. She assumed that this was probably the man he wanted her to follow, but Robin wasn't really sure. She slowly stepped into the shadows, casting a nervous look at Lord Draiton, hoping that he wouldn't give her away to the other theif entering.
The door opened and a tall man entered the room holding a large blood red gem her eyes widened in envy and jelousy of the beautiful gem.
When Draiton left, Ixion became relaxed and more bold. He gave a loud laugh to his followers and said, "He wont even see it coming, he's so foolish, he trusts me so much he's blind from whats right it front of him." So the theif lord was right... lets see if I can act...
Robin stepped out of the shadows into the lighter part of the warehouse. "You aren't the only one who doesn't like him Sire." She said, giving a bow which appeared sincer. Robin nodded, "I must be going, he wants me to fill more of his coeffers, find me if you need help at all exterminating him," she gave a final bow and headed for the door.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 9:06 pm
Ixion smiled maliciously, "That was a fine piece of meat, don't you think boys." They all grunted in agreement. "I could deffenitly put her to use, one way or another." He licked his lips and took a sip of the glass of wine Draiton had been drinking from earlier. "Tastes good." he said finishing off the glass.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 11:55 am
Robin tripped onto a highclass, catching herself on him, "I'm sorry," she mummbled quietly, slightly embarassed, "I'm kind of clumsy right now," and she darted off sliding the noble's heavy purse into her pocket. As she approached the ware house, she started to feel some of the basic traps that guarded the door, she knew about all of them but she could only feel one of the smallest ones.
The door slowly opened as she passed the traps and she found Ixion deep in thought, "I'm sorry M'Lord Ixion," she said quietly dropping to the ground, bowing to him. "I just couldn't stay away from you. I tried to earn some money... but, but I want to help you get rid of Draiton. Please, tell me, how can I help?" Robin's words sounded sincer, but she was afraid that Ixion was smart enough to detect the lie in her body.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 5:20 pm
Ixion looked back at Robin. "Listen well: I have a way you can truly show your loyalty and above all, your willingness to kill for me. I have a man stationed at the Dragon's Head Tavern, just a scout, and he is proving to be more of a liability than an asset. I want you to dispose of him and give me something of his that could prove of this deed. Now leave me be, I have much more for you when you are done." Before Robin could leave his presence, Ixion gave her a suggestive and unsettling wink.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 11:35 am
Robin gave a small nod to Ixion's request. Kill someone though? As she exited Ixion winked at her, which sent chills down her spine. 'Creep' she thought. "Ixion, two questions, sire. Why do you want one of your men dead, and who is he? I don't want to go their killing everyone." She added, half joking. Thoughts continued to swil in her head. Would killing this man be a betral to her true lord? Or would that be allowed? She wanted to run to Draiton to ask, but it wouldn't be right. Or it felt like it wouldn't be.
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