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Re: Thief fanfic In The Shadow of the City
« on: January 26, 2007, 12:52:00 AM »
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  •                 Disclaimer: Being a fan of the Thief games, I wrote this as a beginning to a story that I meant to be a collaboration of other authors. I am posting this story here in hopes that there are interested Thief fans among PV members to help me with my story.
     
     For those of you who are unfamiliar with the Thief universe, Thief is a game by Eidos Interactive & Through The Looking Glass Studios (now defunct) set in a mix between the dark period of 17th - 18th century England and the Medieval Ages, with strong influences from the Tudor period complicated with the clashing of technological advancement and magic. In the game itself, you play as Garrett, the Master Thief, hired by different factions in a politically corrupt city to acquire items of their desire, and for his own personal gains.
     
     You may wish to visit this excellent site from which you will see the unique, dark nature of this world: http://www.thief-thecircle.com/
     
     I hope you, the reader, whether you are a Thief fan or not, have the pleasure of reading this as much as we have writing it.
     
     Chapter 1: A Game of Dare
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     It began as a childish game of dare.
     
     Moreyna, being who she was, Lord Reginald’s daughter, in her pretty pink chiffon ruffles and white lace, turned up her nose at first, to our offer to include her in. Sarah, whose father worked as one of the Royal Court musicians, was the first one to enter the fray. It was Jessica Moreland, General Parker’s second daughter, who dragged me in with assurances that it would be “the greatest funâ€? our little group would have, while the festivities lasted.
     
     The evening began exactly as I had anticipated, at least up until that point. It wasn’t a public holiday, for I recalled greeting the baker’s wife at her corner windowsill during my usual morning round of sundries for Mother. It had been, then, one of the increasing numbers of endless parties held by various Lords of Houses. Tonight it was Lord Guilding’s. The man was wealthy, but not nearly as much as a few others. The feast was held outdoors in his back garden, a good-sized lawn that was fringed by a copse of trees framed by a high wall, serving as a divider between his territory and the cramped slums sardined in gloomy rows at the back. If you could make your way past that dense thicket of trees, you would find a tiny gate three-quarters to the west. Nobody really knew why the gate was there; it was too small for even a child to walk through. One had to get on one’s knees and push oneself through, lying facedown in the dirt. As to its construction, our conclusions ran from cat’s trapdoor to lovers’ secret rendezvous, being as young flighty maidens as we were in those days. I know this because I was the one whom the dare fell upon.
     
     Jessica tugged at my sleeve. She was no beauty by any standards, but her infectious giggle and cheerful, fun-loving nature garnered her more friends than Moreyna could. I supposed she took to me particularly because I was somewhat of her polar opposite – quiet and generally reserving comment until further observation, but as someone who shared her love for fanciful tales and the excitement of youthful adventure.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It’s your turn, Cassie,â€? she giggled as the other girls looked upon me with triumphant grins. “You rolled the dice of six.â€? On the dew-laden grass, in the middle of the circle we sat around, were pieces of our proferred “winsâ€?. Whoever went on tonight’s dare and completed the “missionâ€?, would get to keep Moreyna’s pink pearl necklace, Jessica’s lavish French lace ribbon, Sarah’s diamante hair pin, and a little faux sapphire brooch I didn’t care very much for, that belonged to me.
     
     I grimaced a little and braced myself. “Bloody hell. What do I have to do?â€?
     
     Moreyna feigned shock at my choice of words while Sarah provided me with the mission. “You know Lady Chrysanthea? Well, you’ll have to get her peacock fan for us.â€? She grinned impishly, sending Jessica into a fit of giggles and Moreyna, for once, broke her composure and covered a hand to her laughing mouth.
     
     I rolled my eyes at their amusement. Lady Chrysanthea was Lord and Lady Guilding’s daughter. She had no other female siblings, but five elder brothers who doted on her. She wasn’t exactly spoilt but she had a way of saying things to other girls that made them feel small. Tonight she was sitting at the largest table facing the outdoor stage that the minstrels had set up, engaged in chatter with a group of young noblemen surrounding her. The party was in full swing, nobles of both the Court and the upper middle-class mingled in a rowdy, gaudy mass. The lawn was lit by large colourful paper-lamps – a fashionable new means of decoration that had just arrived to the City from the ships of local merchants that had sailed abroad. Servants were afoot, carrying large silver dishes laden with meat, fruit and a variety of breads, nearly knocking over each other in their haste to deliver. Lord Guilding was one of the key figures in the House of Lords, with a reputation to uphold. The metallic clink of chainmail could not be disguised by the loud din of guests in the gardens. The manor was guarded by his private guardsmen.
     
     I had my task cut out for me.
     
     
     I left the girls whispering among themselves excitedly as they watched me pick up my frock skirts and move across the lawn towards the cluster of tables. I didn’t share their excitement, but there was a hammering in my chest, a thrill as I breezed past a couple of court ladies in their velvet regalia with an excuse that I was off to the lavatory and couldn’t stay to chatter.
     
     The doors that opened into the gardens were watched by two guards dressed in showy purple-and-gold tunics bearing Lord Guilding’s insignia. I entered the large hall with a friendly smile, nodding to the right guard, an elderly-looking man with a grey mustache. Ignoring the other, younger guard’s disapproving stare, he returned the smile, a twinkle in his old eyes. There was a large fire roaring at the back of the north wall, around which were seated a number of nobles and their friends on large settees, drinking red claret and passing round a vulgar joke. The stairs leading up were to the left along the wall – white slabs of polished marble festooned with purple cloth and bunches of heady sweet-smelling flowers for the occasion. There were guests lingering on the steps, a few couples leaning over the balcony that overlooked the fireplace below.
     
     I had almost reached the top of the stairs when someone caught my wrist. I looked round.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Minerva…is that you?â€? A thin pasty-faced youth with a glass of claret slurred, almost drooling on my shoulder.
     
     I shook him off. “Sorry, wrong person.â€? My steps were quicker as I dove out of sight behind a couple.
     
     Several doors opened into this hallway that stretched to the back of the house, most of them, as I discovered, mainly sitting-rooms for guests. Some were card parlours, others were dainty chambers with clusters of women gossiping over cakes and wine. A larger double-door in the middle of the right wall stood open, and I glimpsed a crowd of nobles chatting over a display of fine paintings hung on large canvases on the walls.
     
     There was a smaller flight of steps beyond the corner. A number of portraits hung at ascending heights greeted my progress up. I had no trouble identifying Chrysanthea, painted with such skill that she appeared more luminous and otherworldly than she actually did. The rest, apart from her immediate family, were portraits of men and women I didn’t recognize.
     
     As soon as my foot landed on the top step, a voice rang out. “Get back down with you, Miss, nobody enters this part of  Lord Guilding’s house.â€?
     
     I looked round at the lone guard standing by the wall next to the stairs. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties, a look of weary resignation on his face as he held a sword at bay.
     
     I patted my frock down and apologized. “I’m a friend of Lady Chrysanthea’s. I was here earlier today, me and a few of us were with her.â€? I flashed the guard my best innocent smile. “Lady Chrysanthea is downstairs with some gentlemen, and she asked me if I could just fetch her shawl for her. It’s getting colder outside now.â€?
     
     The guard frowned and looked me over. I was glad I had obeyed Mother and worn the pair of white stockings with the deep-blue, rose-patterned ruffled frock, even if it was all a bit too girly for me. He shrugged and waved the end of his sword towards the right.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Go on then, and make it quick or I’ll have to come after you.â€?
     
     I bobbed a curtsy and made my way quickly past. Her room, surprisingly, was unlocked as I pushed the white wooden doors open.
     
     Chrysanthea’s room was like a princess’s. I stopped for a moment, reveling at how the thick medallion carpet felt under my slippered feet. Her four-poster bed was swathed with heavy mauve fabric and the pillows edged with lace and ribbons. Her dressing table stood with its back against a set of large closed windows. Cosmetic bottles and assorted jewelry sprawled haphazardly across the tabletop, as if whoever had been at the table were rushing to get dressed, but there was no sign of the peacock fan.
     
     I searched the drawers and in the large wardrobe in vain before I finally turned around and spotted the edge of the fan sticking out from a pile of discarded dresses. It was a pretty fan, embroidered with a peacock, whose tail was made of real peacock feathers that splayed out along the top of the fan. I was almost out the door when I remembered the shawl.
     
     A minute later I was striding past the guard, the shawl folded neatly in both hands as if it I was going to present it to Chrysanthea any minute, going down the steps with barely a nod from him and back into the hallway. I rolled up the shawl and tucked it under my arm, the fan carefully concealed within, as I made my way back to the girls.
     
     Their squeals of glee were drowned in my own private triumph as I pocketed the wins and finally relaxed in their company for the rest of the evening.
     
     I was taking a second sip of my fruit punch when a cry went up from the table where Chrysanthea was sat. The voice belonged to one of her maids-in-waiting, and the girl now held her right cheek with a trembling hand as the crowd of noblemen parted, offering us a view of the drama unfolding. Chrysanthea was beside herself with rage, obviously trying to save herself from embarassment but it appeared that it was too late. I managed to catch a discreet murmur from one of the guests before the wind stole the words from his lips – “She’s lost her precious fan. Heard it’s worth a few hundred gold pieces.â€?
     
     Jessica tugged on my sleeve. It was the guard by the stairs. He’d come down and was talking to Chrysanthea. I didn’t like the way he kept looking in my direction. When a nobleman in green stepped round, blocking his view of us, I hissed a hurried goodbye to my friends. They ushered me off, Jessica plumping herself in my place as I squeezed through the trees. It took three seconds to crawl through the door in the wall, and then I was home.
     
     Father and Mother are accustomed to my eccentric beliefs and attitude that has given me the unfortunate label of “unladylikeâ€?, so it was nothing out of the ordinary when I was fast asleep by the time they got home, past midnight.
     
     Looking back, I never would have thought anyone could make a living out of stealing another’s goods. I had been given a good education. Father had made his way into society and had got increasingly involved with the House of Merchants. I resented the way Mother kept going on about how the business had to be taken over by me eventually. It wasn’t that I hated the business of trade. I simply hated that there would be a time when I would have to, like Father and Mother, play the dangerous game of political charades in the House.
     
     Moreyna, Sarah and Jessica had grown up and married. The last I heard from Jessica was that Moreyna now resided in Auldale with a fair-haired knight. I’d almost choked on my dinner at the time reading that piece of news. I had no idea that there were still knights in the City, but with the current Baron in power, nobody could tell what sort of oddities would happen next. Sarah and Jessica were fine, and asked if I would visit sometime if I ever passed through Downtowne.
     
     The inn was a little less crowded tonight, but it was still tough finding anywhere to sit. Fortunately, I’d managed to find a corner table at the back close to the fire. I was taking my first sip of Tarson’s excellent summerberry tea, when a shadow fell across my line of vision.
     
     I paused with the mug lifted to my lips, not wanting to look up until the last moment. Whoever that was blocking my fire would pay.
     
     That something seated itself right in front of me and cleared its throat – in a very male way.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Excuse me, mind if I sit here?â€?
                           

     

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    Re: Thief fanfic In The Shadow of the City
    « Reply #1 on: January 26, 2007, 01:10:00 AM »
                    (( mind if i post my segemnts as the somthing that asked to sit? i already have the gears turning on what to do, just have to get reaquainted with Thief lore. can anyone say HEIST?))                        

     

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    Re: Thief fanfic In The Shadow of the City
    « Reply #2 on: January 26, 2007, 01:28:00 AM »
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     ((Sure thing. I'll put up a new thread for the Discussion. If you have a biography for your Thief character, you may put in in there, etc. As usual with the PV club scene et al.))                        

     

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    Re: Thief fanfic In The Shadow of the City
    « Reply #3 on: January 26, 2007, 01:33:00 AM »
                    ((wait im confuzzled. is this a rp or an interactive story? theres a difference.))                        

     

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    « Reply #4 on: January 26, 2007, 01:35:00 AM »
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     ((You can do it the way you did with the PV Club scene thread, I'm not fussy. Do whatever makes you comfortable. I'm happy with the PV-Club-style kind of writing..I'll take anything as long as it means the story gets developed and my actors are having fun, and have their opportunities to be in the limelight.))                        

     

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    « Reply #5 on: January 26, 2007, 07:19:00 PM »
                    "Excuse me, mind if i sit here?"
     
     Of course, I didn't actually wait for an invitation to sit, that would be silly. Like my creedo says, no one invites you to anything worth taking. Thats how I see it anyway. Certian parties with which I'm aquainted never could agree with me there. But I'm done with organizations, so who cares what they think, ey?
     
     I looked the woman sitting across from me through the dim, smokey tavern light in the eyes. Pretty eyes, I'll grant her. The light of the candles and the fire really dance around in them...sort of reminds me of glyph light. Pretty face too...high cheekbones, small nose, little mouth...shame about that scar...Ah, nobody's perfect. Look at me! 6 feet tall, unshaven, dark hair getting rather shaggy (could really use a trim, I wonder if Cutty...), gray eyes slightly glazed from "just passing though" that opium den in Wayside on my way here, who am I to judge!?
     
     Still, she doesn't look like much of a thief...but Felix is rarely wrong about this sort of thing, and Cutty wouldn't wait for my answer much longer. Hmph, if her client wanted the painting THAT fast, she should've hired Garrett. "I" can't work this type of job alone.
     
     I leaned backin my chair as I took it all in, memerizing her face (for future reference) and pausing to gaze at her bosom justting just so slightly out of the low neckline of her clothing. Hmmm...Not bad at all. She'll do.

     
     "You look like someone who skilled at...finding things."
     
     The woman said nothing, she just gave me a level stare. Most do around here. Tough crowd.
     
     "Name's Fade. Felix told me you were looking for work."
     
     Still nothing but that stare. She must be analizing me as i was her. How...quaint.
     
     "Four hundred. Each. Plus whatever you manage to pocket on the way."
     
     "I'm listening."
     
     Heh. That perked her up...like I always say, money talks... I turned my chair and slung one booted foot onto the table. I smiled slyly at her. Now i had the upper hand, we could take it slower.
     
     "In due time my dear, I'm terrible parched just now. I needs must have myself some ale. Tarson! Pint of the black stuff eh, Landlord?"
     
     I made her wait till my drink had arrived, then longer as i breathed in the aroma, swirled it around a bit, and took a languid sip, all the while smirking at her over the rim of the tankard.
     
     "Ahh...Mother's milk never tasted so sweet...Now, yes the Job."
     
     I cleared my throat and leaned in, taking my foot off the table.
     
     "Like I said, 400 plus whatever you help yourself to, one nights work, I've already cased it and marked out the entrances. I know where the marks are, where the guards are, how many, and how I'm gonna take it down."
     
     "And you need me because...?"
     
     "Ah, heres the rub, see? This place...it's not exactly the sort of place one just slips into, grabs the mark, and slips out of....the name Constantine mean anything to you?"
     
     Her eyes widened ever so slightly.
     
     "Yeah, thought so...Now you know why I'm here. Nothing personal, but I perfer working solo mostly. I mean, the Warden's have the whole City under their thumbs these days. Freelancer's like me are just barely scraping by. You know what I mean, I imagine. So. Thats the bare bones. if you want the details, I'll need to know right now. Are you in, or are you out?"                        

     

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    « Reply #6 on: January 27, 2007, 11:29:00 AM »
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     What a prick.
     
     I knew as soon as he sat his slimey little arse down at the table. My table. Nevermind that his arse didn't look half bad when he shifted round to seat himself on the bench, but this really wasn't what I should be thinking about. His breath smelled of last night's liquor, but he seemed alert enough. I wasn't in the mood for drunkards anyway.
     
     I finally broke my silence as Fade's bitter ale arrived and he took his time drinking and hammering out his plans to me. Not that they were much to begin with, but two can play at this game.
     
     I lowered my voice, just audible enough for him to hear above the din of the shop.
    "If you've heard of me, then you know I'm not inclined to give easy answers to easy questions."
     
     I lifted my mug to my lips and took a swallow. Then I looked him up and down, appraisingly. "Unless you can offer me something else, I want 200 up front."
     
     I sat back. Fade grinned and glanced away  to his left, but from that gesture I knew he was uneasy. Thieves everywhere are all alike - regardless of how small the amount is, money is still a touchy subject.
     
     I leaned forward to catch his eye.

     
     "I'll let you know this much, Fade, just because I like the way you sit. You know as much as I do that Constantine's a madman, a recluse...or haven't you heard?" I didn't wait for him to answer. "Consider it life insurance, at least partly." I smirked.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                           

     

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    « Reply #7 on: January 27, 2007, 08:14:00 PM »
                    Up front? UP FRONT!? What the fuck does she think this is? A fucking crack job? I masked my irritation in a laugh, deep and rich.
     
     "You get paid when I get paid, sister. Luck smiles on you that I'm offering to go fifty-fifty. I'm a nice guy like that. But my fence doesn't pay up front. She pays for goods. And for a job this size, she wont pay till the purse pays out. Its complex economics, I wouldn't expect a two-bit cat-burlar to understand. So if you're NOT a two-bit roof hopper, and you DO understand how this works, then you'll understand why we don't get paid upfront."                        

     

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    « Reply #8 on: January 28, 2007, 12:29:00 AM »
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     I set my mug down harder than I intended to. Just as well...I didn't like the sound of this deal, or him, for that matter, but the name Constantine intrigued me. And as much as I hated admitting even to myself...well...I enjoyed a challenge.
     
     "Very well," I said at last, giving Fade a sour look. I wasn't too pleased at being rushed into this, but I had been working too long at my textile shop Downtowne. Time to get some adrenaline going.
     
     "Call me Crox. What time and where? I'll be there."
                           

     

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    Re: Thief fanfic In The Shadow of the City
    « Reply #9 on: January 28, 2007, 02:04:00 AM »
                    ((im so happy! my old theif: deadly shadows xbox disc works on my 360! i played for like 2 hours today.))
     
     I grinned. Such a lift when a planc omes together.
     
     "Down by the Docks. There's a ship just came in, the Spray Cutter, whats sending a shipment of goods up to old Constantine's manse. Whats on the cart ain't important, just some furniture or somthing like that, but that's our ticket inside. Meet me by the local fence's front there. I'll fill you in on he rest."
     
     She nodded and I started to leave, but when i was on my feet, a thought stuck me.
     
     "One more thing. I don't work with the Warden's, so there'll b no Gelt, but that also means this ain't exactly somthing anyone can know about, on EITHER side of the law. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is, keep this one quiet, there'll be no braging at the tavern when we're done here...Don't look at me like that, do you WANT to give a cut of your take to those assholes?"
     
       She just glared at me. Whatever that means.
     
     "Docks, after dark. Dont be late, I'm getting on that cart, with or without you."
     
     I turned and walked out, not waiting for a reply. Men looked up from their cups to watch me pass, and I knodded to the ones I knew. As I passed the bar I tossed a couple of coins onto the counter in front of the Landlord, who knodded to me as well. I bushed my way through the door as two other men walked into the tavern, dripping wet. It had started to rain. I pulled up my hood as I stood on the porch and checked my steel to make sure none of it was exposed, then I went out intot the storm, heading for home.                        

     

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    « Reply #10 on: January 28, 2007, 11:01:00 AM »
                    The rooftops of Stonemarket. Sometime before midnight.
     
     It had started raining about an hour ago, the thick clouds drenched the rooftops in pale blue moonlight. The steps of the City Watch patrolling the district echoed in the streets, the Guardsmen’s torches flickered in the soft wind. Light pooled beneath the gas streetlamps. A lone carriage hurried along and disappeared in the rising fog.
     
     Several dozen feet above, two cloaked figures perched on a rooftop in the shadow of a tall chimney.
     
     "Ten feet?" one of the shapes blurted out incredulously "You barmy bastard! This ain’t what I be payin’ for, it ain't!"
     
     "Technically, guvner, ye haven't paid for anything yet. And will ye keep yer bloody voice down 'lest the damned Watch patrol below hears ye?" the second barely visible figure replied "Now look 'ere sonny, ye need to disable the alarms, right? This'll disable 'em. But ye cannot seriously expect this to work after ye bloody HURL IT ACROSS THE COURTYARD, now can ye? This is delicate craftsmanship, ye'll just need to get in about ten feet of the gate, THEN use it. Where’s yer bloody problem?"
     
     "Problem? Where's me problem? The problem is I'll have to crawl across the whole courtyard, that's what the damned problem is!" the first speaker said, his voice somewhere between a whisper and a shout
     
     "Aye, ye will. And yer point is?" said the other figure "Ye can't sneak past a few bloody guards 'mong a dozen fountains inna middle of the night? Well, what bloody sort of a bloody excuse for a bloody thief are ye then, guvner?" this seemed to give the insulted thief pause. After a moments consideration and a dozen muttered curses he replied in a somewhat calmer tone
     
     "Alright, fine, I'll take it. But not because you've talked me into it. That's not what this be, if that's what you're thinkin' this is, 'cause it ain't that... what you're thinkin' it... is... um" he trailed off, having confused himself
     
     "Indeed. Ye'll take it after ye have paid me, not before." replied the apparent seller, grinning from ear to ear at the other figure's irritation
     
     "Well... and how do I know it'll work? I'm thinkin' I'll be payin' half now, half after I've seen it workin'."
     
     "There's an idea." mused the older voice "Here's another – ye'll pay half now, and the other half (guess what) NOW TOO. Heh. Look son, I've been at this for years and ye know why I've lived this long? Eh? Because I don't let mud fall on my bloody name, that's why. I don't sell my customers worthless junk, like them clowns at the pawnshops do. I don't ask too many questions. I don't piss off my clientele. Hence – I go to sleep without wonderin' if some pissed off bastard is waitin' to cut my bloody head off while I'm asleep." the speaker crouched down, resting his elbows on his knees as this conversation was getting physically tiresome
     
     "And thanks to all o' the above (ye payin' attention sonny?) thanks to all o' that, my customers are kind enough to pass the word of my lil' ol' shop along to a select few others who might be interested." he continued, then under his breath added to himself "And when I find out which bloody idiot sent YE my way, ye brain-addled Pagan-child, I'll chew their bloody ear off." then in a louder voice "It'll work as I've described, ye got my word on it. Partly because I value my word, an' partly because I've cracked more houses than ye could bloody count (eh, which maybe ain't sayin' much, ye don't look as if ye could count for crap, but that's beside the point) and I've worked with security ye haven’t even dreamed of."
     
     "But," he said standing up and dusting his pants off "if ye don't trust my word, I'll take my merchandise with me and bid ye goodnight."
     
     "No, no. Wait." replied the other, seeing the seller turning away "Wait, dammit. Eh. Bertha said you're alright, so I guess I'll be takin' her word for it 's well as yours." he said, producing a pouch from under his cloak "Here's the money." he grumbled "Now how's the thrice-damned contraption work?"
     
     "Good choice. Bertha, eh?" Lucius grinned as he began explaining "Well. First, ye attach the bolt to..."
     
     One long explanation later, his patience at its end, a rain-soaked Lucius was making his way back to his store along the Thieves Highway.
     
     "Kids these days, I swear."                        

     

                                                      

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    Re: Thief fanfic In The Shadow of the City
    « Reply #11 on: January 28, 2007, 01:35:00 PM »
                    ((Sorry if I get any facts confused, please correct me as we go along and I'll edit my posts accordingly.))
     
     By half past eleven I was out of my apartment and making my way down to the docks. The streets, usually packed with people in the day, were quiet, save for the lone guard patrol a little ways out further near the warehouses along the quay. I stopped outside a local shop that didn't have much of a name - "Docksyde Handycrafts" carved on a peeling wooden sign above the entrance. I made a show of peering at the display through the glass as I waited for Fade's appearance. Despite the late hour, I knew its owner, a clean-shaven, bald-headed man by the name of Lucius, was still at work. I'd only met him once, and that was when I had been seeking purchase of a fine set of lockpicks. Quality preceded reputation, and among the underground network Lucius was a name people would pass around, with that knowing glance or twinkle in the eye.
     
     "Just don't question 'is work, an' ye'll be gud," was the running commentary.
     
     I wandered towards the wooden decks facing the harbor and glanced at the sky. Fade wasn't here yet, but then I was still ten minutes early.
     
     I looked back at the shop. Well, the man could wait. I felt like spending a little gold.
     
     Pushing open the door, I entered Lucius' shop.

     
     
     
                           

     

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    « Reply #12 on: January 29, 2007, 12:57:00 AM »
                    I watched Crox enter ol' Lucius's shop from my perch on a nearby rooftop. Eh, she was early, I'll let her shop. I turned south, where i could see the dock workers still loading the cart with cargo from the "Spray Cutter". I looked from the cart, to the ship, then back at the shop. I eye-balled it at 14 minutes till we needed to be on the cart. I looked at the chimney of the house I was standing on. Plenty of time.
     
     I hadn't done a straight up cat burglary in months, but hey, throwing yourself down a chimney is sort of like riding a horse. You never forget how to do it. I went down head first, my lithe body barely touching the sides, and then brought my legs taut against them at the last possible moment, stopping my fall ubruptly. My head was just poking out of the flue. I looked around.
     
     The house was dark. A table and chairs was the only furnishing, and int he opposite corner was a larder, and a small cuboard. The door to the next room and the stairs was opposite me, and apparently locked. Cautious of them. The fireplace was cold, thankfully, with the kettle off to the side. All of the candles were out. There was no one here, they must be upstairs, asleep. Perfect.
     
     I put my hands down on the floor and eased my body out of the chimney noislessly. Once i had my feet under me, i eased myself out from the fireplace and gave the kitchen a cursory sweep. Nothing. I frowned, and took an apple from the larder. It was old, and soft, but I took a couple bites regardless. Money was tight, I hadn't eaten all day. I tossed the apple aside, and went softly to the door, to examine the lock. It was a simple job, iron, 2 tumblers. I whipped out my lockpicks (Lucius makes them like no other), and went to work. I hit the sweet spots in rapid succession and popped the door open. It squealed alarmingly on its hinges, and i tensed, listening for some sign of movement in the house.
     
     Silence.
     
     I slipped through the barely open door and into the next room. The stairs were on my immediate left, but I wanted to go through the room first.

     
     "Lets see...hmmm...nothing...nothing...noth-ah, here's somthing..."
     
     I fingered the pair of silver candlesticks before sliding them into my thieving standard issue all-purpose sack. I gave the room another once over, then turned towards the stairs, but before i moved towards them, somthing caught my eye. A cheap print hung on the wall, slightly askew.
     
     "ello ello...what are you?"
     
     I walked over and pushed the print aside to reveal a hidden alcove, and a strongbox within. I slid it out and looked at the lock. This was slightly finer than the door, 3 tumblers, and small, but still nothing i couldnt handle. i took out my fine wire pick and my probe, and went to work. I cracked it in about a minute. It slid open with a satisfying click.
     
      "My my, someone's been saving up for retirement..."
     
     Inside were two fat purses of gold, a small bag of silver, and a gold brooch with a small opal set in the center. Family heirloom i suppose. I stuck it all in my sack.
     
     Finally i made my way up the stairs, to the bedroom. the door stood slightly ajar, so i nudged it. It popped open with little protest, and i slunk into the room in a crouch. A man and a woman lay sleeping on the bed. I paid them little attention as i went about my task. I pressed my face against the floor and looked under the bed. There was a sword, a book, and a small box. I went for the box. this one had no lock. I opened it to find some cheap brass jewelry, and a silver necklace. I took the necklace, and started to rise, when i spotted somthing on the bed post.
     
     A tunic. With the sigil of the City Watch emblazoned on it.
     
     I looked down at the sleeping watchman and his wife. Oh, this was just too good. I went back onto the floor and grabbed the sword from under the bed. I came up and held it above the sleeping watchman. Then, uncerimoniously, i raised it high above my head...
     
     ...and tossed it out the nearby window. It must have landed on a cat, becuase i heard one scream as the same time as i heard the sword clatter to the cobble stones. Time to be off.
     
     I snuck back down stairs through the door (which i left open) and over to the chimney. As i was about to make my climb i paused. Almost forgot to leave my calling card.
     
     I reached into my pocket, and pulled out a scrap of black fabric so faded it was gray. On it, painted in white, was the glyph that represented the letter F. I tossed it on the floor, and pushed myself up the chimney.
     
     I was back on the roof in 2 minutes. The whole detour had taken about 12. Time to go. Where was Crox? I slid down the roof and into the street, in front of the shop. The door pushed open seconds later.
                           

     

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    Re: Thief fanfic In The Shadow of the City
    « Reply #13 on: January 29, 2007, 03:27:00 AM »
                    ((I'm filling in a little since I don't know how often La drops by this thread...I would have concluded the scene but I want his input as well. Please check Discussion thread for some questions up to this point**)
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     Meanwhile, inside "Docksyde Handycrafts"...
     
     "Lucius?"
     
     I stepped in. The door swung shut behind me. Ah, there he was, behind the counter along the right wall. A shady-looking sort was handing over what I presumed was his payment as Lucius slid a brown-wrapped package over to him. The latter glanced up with sharp brown eyes the moment I entered.
     
     "At yer service."
     
     I tipped him one of my rare small smiles. Lucius was the sort of man with nothing much to hide, upfront that is. He operated an efficient solo business, and his manner was swift and focused. When it came to his trade, there was nothing wishy-washy about him.
     
     I walked up to where he stood, wiping his hands on his work apron. The customer with the package turned as I approached, his transaction apparently finished, and headed for the door.
     
     Once it closed, I turned to Lucius.
    "Nothing too elaborate. Just a couple of healing kits, and five of your fire arrows." I gave the shelf behind him a cursory glance. "And the lightest explosive you have."                        

     

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    Re: Thief fanfic In The Shadow of the City
    « Reply #14 on: January 29, 2007, 01:02:00 PM »
                    "Just a couple of healing kits, and five of your fire arrows. And the lightest explosive you have."
     
     "Aye." he said with a short nod having wiped his hands, then reached under the wooden makeshift counter for a small reinforced chest which held the explosives "What'll need blowing up?"
     
     "I'll know when I run across it." the woman replied  
     
     "Fair 'nough." it was a trade in which you didn't pry, if you knew what was good for you "This should do, then. Ye'd be wise ta keep the arrows away from it, I'm sure I needn't remind ye."
     
     The remaining items appeared on the counter, money exchanged hands.
     
     "Anything else, lass?"