Theive's World

[Loki]

OOC: With the rising tension of the war swarming throughout Ansalon, theives guilds across the continent struggle to survive and keep each other a notch below themselves in terms of prosperity. Fights break out between members of seperate guilds, some esalating into full scale battles between one guild and another.
In a remote city east of Palanthas, several members of opposing guilds run into each other and are forced to work together to escape the local authorities who have had enough of the constant conflicts and the trouble they bring about. There is little trust in this small group of social misfits, but soon they learn that there is more than meets the eye to the guild's troubles with each other....

Name: Lokei
Age: unknown
Race: undetermined
Class: Trickster
Weapons: Silver whip
Bio: Guild leader, claims himself to be a god and is worshipped as one by his guild. Comes from a line of human peasants, but keeps that information to himself. ;)


IC: Lokei crouched on the roof of the local inn, 'The Dancing Moon'. A cold wind from the enarby ocean teased the ends of his long raven-colored hair and played against his face. The Trickster closed his eyes, savoring the calming feel of the fridgid air. He liked this time of year, when the weather kept one aware and focused by it's cold bite; instead of lulling them into a false sense of security and content by its seducing warmth.
He opened his eyes again and resumed his self-imposed task of watching the street below. It was utterly empty at the moment, and the guild leader was beginning to tire of starring at it. Still, one could not be too careful, he told himself. Not in the middle of all this.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Name: Nobody knows, but he's called "Fuzz".
Age: His guess is somewhere about sixteen
Race: Human
Weapons: Numerous daggers hidden wherever he possibly can.
Bio: Found deserted in the gutter when he was still quite small and taken care of by the Guild. He usually works with burglary, since he is small enough to be able to slip through almost any window, and has a real talent when it comes to climbing.


Nervously brushing a whisp of reddish-blond, curly hair out of his face, Fuzz silently observed his leader. The air was beginning to grow colder, and he frequently had to rub his hands together to keep his blood-cirkulation going.
Life as one of the Thieves Guild was not easy nowadays, not with all the fighting and rivaleries going on. Fuzz wished that all that could just go hang; He wanted back the life that he was used to. Never boring, but never too dangerous either. Not like this. Not like it was now, when everything that he had even been sure of seemed to be torn up by its roots, the world tossed around like a plaything in the hands of a reckless child.

[Loki]

Movement out of the corner of his eye caught Lokei's attention and he turned his head in that direction. A young boy stood there, and as Lokei recognized him he relaxed; the child was of his own guild.
The Trickster's expression hardened as he thought about the consequences the child's being seen would bring about. If Lokei had spotted him that easily...
Lokei left his perch on the roof and swung down onto the street, landing in a crouch before the boy. He straightened slowly and fixed the child with a steely gaze, his blue eyes cold.
'You ought to be more careful,' he cautioned, his oily voice smooth and mocking at the same time. 'I saw you as plainly as if you had been standing in the middle of the street.'

[kenderman]

Name: Goes by Happy Thursday. Never told anyone why.
Age: Unkown (20-25)
Race: Human
Class: Unkown
Weapons: Anything will do
Bio: Keeps to himself. Thief of no guild. Does odd jobs for money. Good enough to be in guild, but hates being tied down.

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HP watched the two theives on the building across from him. What were they doing here? Nobody told him there'd be competition. Were they enemies? Freinds? Future clients?
HP cleared his mind. It was probably some twisted joke of Darkness'. He probably sent them to intefere with HP, just for fun. Little bastard.
HP toyed with the idea of killing them. The human was an easy kill, but the one who was there first... HP could see ruthlessness just oozing off this guy.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Fuzz smiled bleakly, nervously, but kept his eyes downcast, knew his place. "With all respect, sir, nobody ever takes a child serioulsy, and I am small enough to be taken for a twelve year old. The best way of being invisible is looking like you belong. Acorn Foultaunt taught me that once. And I've time and again found out that to be the truth. Therefor the lack of sneaking." This was the man who had clothed and fed him for all of his life, yet he still felt too intimidated to look into the man's steely eyes. There was somthing about him that made no man able to be easy and familiar around him.

[kenderman]

"Hmmmmmmm."
HP couldn't quite figure why a child was with an obvious guild member, but it didn't mater. He turned to view the street again.

[Loki]

Lokei smiled inwardly, pleased with his young associate's answer. Fuzz was a bright child, if a bit shy. Determined not show any of his satisfaction, the Trickster frowned at the boy and spoke, his voice full of venom.
'Only those with little skill stick to one method of concealment.' he said, watching Fuzz's reaction carefully. 'It gives enemies a chance to learn your secrets.' He laid a thin hand on the child's shoulder in a reasurring manner, his voice softening momentarily. 'We will speak of this later,' Lokei gripped Fuzz's shoulder tightly with his thumb and forefinger; the signal he had devised for when they were being watched.
'For now let us go somewhere warm,' the Trickster smiled, a mischevious gleam in his eyes. 'With drunken fools who will be unlikely to miss anything we might want to take.'
As the two set off for The Dancing Moon at a brisk pace Lokei deliberatley glanced across the street at the small patch of shadow where he knew their watcher must stand. The Trickster's pale lips curled into a sneer, a silent challenge for the unknown being.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Fuzz kept his voice even and quiet, his now almost overpowering nervousness he forcefully pushed under. "When someone is watching you from the shadows, they are not the right place to hide" he said earnestly. "Then it is better to do it in the light."
He fell silent for a while, and then: "Please, sir, do you know who it is?"

[kenderman]

HP's mind raced. They obviously saw him, but didn't move to be closer tohim. That opened a whole new line of questions. Were they going to circle around, were they working for his prey, were they to be his killers?
HP forced himself to calm. The only way to deal with something is t odo it right. He jumped down to the street below.
Walking up to the wandering pair, he bowed low, his green suit folding in the middle.
"Greetings."

[Loki]

Lokei shook his head in answer to Fuzz's question. "I do not know, but apparently we are about to find out." he added as their watcher moved towards them. 'Be on your guard.'
'Greetings.' the man adressed them, bowing. Lokei folded his arms across his chest and smiled charmingly, mischeif gleaming in his eyes.
'The same to you sir. ' he replied smoothly, allowing the man to look him full in the face. Lokei blinked, and his eyes changed abruptly from blue to green, the subtlest of changes only a trained eye would catch. 'Might I be so bold as to ask, why you insit on watching my companion here and I from the shadows? You seem confident enough to approach us outright...'

[kenderman]

"Nifty eye trick. And I was watching you because you happened to move in on my line of sight. Happy Thursday, at your foe, and I'm a world-known thief. Or not known, really. If a thief was known, then how would he steal?
"And right now, I'm doing a job. Something huge. Big money. Saaaaay," he said slyly, though it was a bit over the top. "You two seem up for a night out."
He got in the middle of the two and hugged their shoulders to his as if old friends. "Want in? I could use all the hands I could get."

[Loki]

Lokei took a step forward, removing himself from the human's touch. He liked this theif; he was bold certainly, but that could be a potential advantage.
"We would be glad to join you, wouldn't we?" Lokei added, looking in Fuzz's direction. The Trickster was not asking for the boy's opinion, and the glare he shot him made that clear. "What does this job of yours entail?"

[kenderman]

"all the good stuff. There's a man that goes this way every night. His name isn't important. Whats important is he made some very important people mad. Our job is too find him, catch him, rob his house, burn it, and dump him out of town alive."

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Fuzz held his tongue, knowing when it was best to shut up. That was one of the first things they taught you when you joined the Thieves Guild. He wondered to himself why Lokei was planning now, though. Because he was always planning something. That was also one of the firt things you learned.

[Loki]

Lokei pretended to think about Happy Thursday's offer, having already made up his mind. 'We're in.' he informed the newcomer pleasantly, and then added with a hint of mock disapointment, "But do we have to let him live?"
The Trickster awaited an answer, thinking with pleasure at how satisfing burning this man's house to the ground would be. Lokei had a great liking for fire, and destroying things with it. He sighed inwardly, admitting what others had tried to tell him. It was a weakness, his love for destruction. But at the moment, he didn't care.

[kenderman]

"Yes, he must live. He is important to my employers, but he annoyed them, so he needs to be taught a lesson. But one thing, and this is imortant."
"My employers aren't of this world. They aren't eve nmortal. They are some of the most powerful beings in the multiverse. Their powers rival your god Paladine. Their names are Leshrac and Yawgmoth. The are of teh aras of Phyrexia and another world. They are temperamental, evil, and most definitely tricky. They don't visit this world much because it doesn't interest them, but a man here pissed them off by messing up one of their plans. They don't want many to know they're involved on this world, so only about 5 know about them. I want to stay alive. DON"T SCREW ANYTHINGUP."

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

"That is hardly something you have to worry about" Fuzz mumbled, as he stole a quick glance at Lokei. He wasn't bragging, merely stating a fact. Even if his leader had a definite affinity for violence, he was fantasticly good at what he was doing, and Fuzz himself had been educated since he was big enough to reach a keyhole or a pocket.

[Loki]

Lokei smiled slightly at Fuzz, not bothering to mask his approval this time. His expression changed abruptly as he faced their so called 'employer', turning to a mixture of curiosity and anger.
'Paladine,' he said slowly, speaking the gods name as if it pained him, 'is NOT any god of mine. There is no god who can claim me as his servant. But tell me something... what would creatures as powerful as your employers claim to be want with a common theif? If this man has annoyed them enough to warrant such a harsh lesson, why do they not teach it to him themselves?"

[Fistandalius]

Name:Orleth his "friends" call him Chasm
Race:Elven
Class:Black robed mage
Age:unknow
Description:White hair, red eyes, pale skin
Weapons:Staff with a silvered dragon's head in the top and 2 silvered daggers
Bio:Have completed the test of the High Sorcery and now he tries to became the most powerfull mage in Ansalon even more powerfull than Raistlin Majere.


Chasm, walking around, heard this small conversation... He steps foward to the man and says: 'You serve no Gods? How this can be possible? Anyone have the needs to serve at least one of the Gods, unless than... you are ONE of the Gods!'-he says the last one laughing....

[Loki]

Lokei raised an eyebrow and faced the stranger, a bemused expression on his face.
"You're guess is not far off," he said mysteriously, his eyes turning a dark red to match the newcomer's out of spite. "Tell me sir, who are you? And why have you interrupted our...conversation?"
Lokei waited for an answer, annoyed that this wandering fool had cut their disscusion short. He would gladdly have dispossed of the stranger at once, but the Trickster knew the folly of such rash actions. It was better to gain all the information one could.

[Fistandalius]

Sorry to interrupt you, i'm very pleased.... I can just turn away if you want... My name's Chasm and i was confused... sorry now i will go....

[Loki]

'That's quite all right," Loki smiled. 'Now...why is a mage such as yourself roaming the streets at this, dangerous time of night? There are theives and murderers about you know.'

[Fistandalius]

I don't know why but... every time a thief try to take my pouch he finish the robbery transformed into a frog, a rat or even into a bat... because that they stop try to assault, and because the fact I be a black-robed mage they don't try to attack me... Is better they don't even try... Queen Takhisis wouldn't like... ''he says the last one with happiness in his voice''
And you...? What are you doing Here at this time of night? Are you also a thief?...

[Loki]

'A bold question,' the Trickster smiled, laying a hand on the man's shoulder. 'One that...in the right circles...could get you into serious trouble.' He smiled darkly and then sighed, removing his hand.
'It is well for you that we are not of those circles.'

[Fistandalius]

Making a bow Chasm smiles upon loki... "I thank you for the warning, but really, do you think that i'll walking at the street at this time of night, alone, if i wasn't able to defend myself?"

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Fuzz crossed his arms over his chest, shuddering slightly. The night was getting colder, and besides, he did not like the look of the second stranger. He felt uncomfortable around magic-users; not the usual distrust of the ignorant, but a clear knowledge of what magic could do to a person.
The first stranger seemed to him to want to be on his way, but Fuzz said nothing. His place was not to question his leader. He was to stay where he was until Loki said anything else.

[Loki]

'I am not certain,' Lokei frowned, lossing patience with this foolish mage. 'You might be as skilled at protecting yourself as I...and then again,' he sneered, 'You might not be. But come now, you don't really want to put that to the test, do you?"
The Trickster took a step back, allowing more space between him and the mage in case the human decided to recognize his challenge.

[Fistandalius]

"Has you should understand I have no fun in Use my magic in this situation. I prefer talk instead of fight..."
"Lord Dalamar, have forbidden me to use magic unless for saving my life..."
"if you want I'll go away."