The Heist - Part 1

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The Heist - Part 1

Postby Akaver » Wed Nov 27, 2002 5:40 pm

"I'm telling you I saw it," Langley whispered vehemently. "Bigger than my own hand it was!" He held out his hand bunched into a fist and Dangrel couldn't help but see that the little man's hand was shaking. Whether he trembled from fear or excitment was yet unclear. Langley was not the first of Dangrel's thieves to come back from a poor night out with aught but a tall tale to show for it. Daring escapes against overwhelming odds was the usual theme, although tales of fabulous wealth nearly procured where equally common. One bad night was one thing and a good story often served to bring a man back into the Guild's good graces, but several empty nights in a row would earn you a savage hiding. Or worse, a trip to one of the dark rooms of the Burrows.<br> The Burrows were so named because they existed beneath the surface of Freeport away from the attention of both the self-righteous Knights of Truth and the greedy hands of Sir Lucan's Militia. Within the Burrows existed a thriving under-city complete with shop keepers, artisans, and it's own special brand of justice. It was here in the Burrows that the elders of the Guild of Theives made their home and exercised their authority. It was common knowledge that there were places within the Burrows from which nothing escaped but the prolonged screams of those who had crossed the Guild. A summons to the Burrows usually meant one of two things to a young thief, promotion or a painfull and lingering death.<br> Dangrel had risen through the ranks of the Guild based equally on his skill with a knife and his methodical intelligence. Dangrel left nothing to chance and knew the importance of patience to a good theif. "The hasty stroke goes oft astray." His grandmother had often told him and Dangrel lived and planned his life to these words. As such, his jobs went off without a hitch and always earned a tidy profit with minimal risk. However, this is not to say that he couldn't perceive an opportunity when it presented itself. Murder was a perfectly viable form of career advancement within the Guild and several of Dangrel's superiors had left their positions quite rapidly and with little fanfair only to be discovered a few weeks later face down in the harbour with a knife in their backs. Dangrel was a dangerous man, and Langley knew it. But if you wanted to pull off a tough job, he could make it happen without landing you in a cell.<br> "And you think he still has the item on his person?" Dangrel kept his expression neutral as he asked his question and was pleased to see the effect his inquiry had on Langley. The man's eyes blinked like a drunkard stumbling out of a tavern into bright midday sun. Clearly he had been expecting a sharp dismissal and disbelief. Dangrel wanted Langley off balance. A man who was unsure of himself was more likely to make a mistake and reveal more than he intended.<br> "Y...Y...Yes." Langley said hesitantly still waiting for a rebuke. "I followed him to the Academy and put a Blind Tom there to watch for him if he left." A Blind Tom was a Guild term for any of the many beggars who were in the employ of the Guild. They often served as the Guild's eyes and ears within the city and were frequently used to follow a mark and confirm his whereabouts prior to a job. The fact that Langley had seen fit to use one of them lent credence to his story. Misuse of a Blind Tom was a sure path to quick punishment.<br> "And whom else have you told about this discovery of yours?" Dangrel's tone was mild, but his eyes bored into Langley like spears.<br> "Nobody Dangrel." shaking his head from side to side, Langley swallowed rapidly, "I knew you were the only one who could help me. Hehehe, everyone says your the best you know." He tried an ingratiating smile but Dangrel's face remained as stone.<br> "I get 60% of the stones's value upon sale and another 15% goes to the Guild as per our charter. You get the rest after you pay for any expenses we incurr during the job." Dangrel dictated the terms clearly and with stacatto precision.<br> "But that's less than a quarter of its value!" Langley whined in protest.<br> "Very well, you can do it yourself then." Dangrel stood and moved toward the door.<br> "Wait!" Langley grasped hold of the other's sleeve like a drowning man grasping a life line. "I'll do it. Even a quarter of that gem's value is worth more than I can make in a year."<br> Dangrel smiled then for the first time, "Excellent. Come, we shall have one of the Guild scribes formalize the terms. I hope for your sake however, that this is not just a waste of my time..."<br><br><br>Hope you guys enjoy this. I'll work on part two soon!<br><br><br><br> <p></p><i></i>

Re: The Heist - Part 1

Postby Ayluen » Sun Dec 01, 2002 3:47 pm

not bad at all! If only i knew of the treason beneath Freeport! Looking forward for more!<br> <p><center><img src=""</center><BR><br><a href="">Ayluen Moonklaw</a>:Tunare's Bounty Hunter<BR><br>51st Pathfinder<BR><br>Mystical Lightfighters<BR><br>Morell-Thule Server<br></p><i></i>

Re: The Heist - Part 1

Postby WienMT » Wed Dec 04, 2002 12:26 pm

Great Story Akaver. Looking forward to chapter two.<br> <p><!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong> Wien Arrowsmith - Outrider of Tunare<!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END--><!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em> Mystical Lightfighters</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--></strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END--><!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END--><!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em> - Rangers dont get lost... they take the scenic route.<!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END--> - He is one of them rangers... Dangerous folk they be.<!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END--></em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--></p><i></i>

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