8th of Glade, 4623
There are times when a thief needs to approach things subtly, with the faint glimmer of silver light casting over the urban streets of Genteven. A shadowy present looms over them, despite having a minor radiance over his form. The amber-eyed Draedan couldn’t help but look over the vast field of agoras that litter the space that is currently his home.
In some sense, the abundance of shops, fountains and gardens splashes the earthen painting with various colours of different shades and hues. Hell, even the presence of statues of the past Emperor, many war heroes and generals, plus the obelisk of those that have fallen in battle in honour of Daravin, is commendable; probably why Genteven is known for being the City of Monuments.
As the petty thief, there were a few goals that Jared wanted to get but needed to strive for:
First, the thief had to make a name for himself that could be whispered in the dark and strike an allure or fear within the night. One the thief could use as a form of leverage or persuasion or even build potential allies to work with when the dead of night is active.
Second, was for the petty rogue to collect as many whispered hints and cryptic clues as to manifest a plan, whether it was a heist or controlling the narrative through manipulating information. Hence one of the reasons why Jared is currently considered a novice thief by many professional larcenists is because his risk-aversion attitude prevents him from trying to strike bigger targets. After all, respect is earned and not given so willingly, and how one obtains it varies from the type of virtue.
Third, the amber-eyed Alistian needed to check his innate abilities once they decided to manifest themselves. It was vital for him to start his journey, and what better way to figure out his limits when they put them to the test that could threaten his existence? It was a bit harsh, but it was necessary to temper the steel, forge something new, and be trialled by fire.
Despite it all, there was still something that Jared had to consider… What would his name be in the underground circles now… Jared’s original name that he adopted as his underground name was Mistwalker, a trait which was meant to elude and keep on the down low, but so far, it hasn’t gained much attention. At the time, not gaining notoriety was a good thing. Still, at the same time, it meant that Jared couldn’t use his status to make any sort of leverage, such as convincing fences for a better deal or setting up meetings with thieve’s guilds, for he was an independent thief with no merits to show other than the assortment of trinkets that he has collected over the years.
“How does one improve their notoriety without gaining attraction... It sounds almost impossible, to be honest… I need to make a name, but in the shadows, where only your presence makes a difference on whether you can score some allies or possible bits of information...… But for now, I need to practice more until I am confident enough to appear. I still need to be careful, though… I haven’t even had the chance to manifest anything of merit at the moment… But such is life; you must earn everything, and some will stomp on others to get ahead.”
The thief pauses momentarily, letting his amber-eyed gaze focus on something from a distance, notably a store part of one of the many plazas riddled with various trinkets, goods and services. A place that the thief would like to spend to peruse different joints but also various storefronts, inns and taverns could have potential sources of income or even people of similar professions.
Simply put, there was a store with several valuables the thief wanted to collect and possibly pawn off when the time was right. The security was tight but manageable based on his previous encounters roaming through the middle-class plazas in the past. Most of the time, guards would patrol the main streets in groups of three, and the locks used on various shops and homes tended to be slightly more challenging, meaning there was more time to practice.
“Let's get going then… The night is young, and trinkets aren’t going anywhere.”
With that, the thief had something to do for the evening. Dusting his pants off from all the soot and dirt that clings to the underside of his garment, the thief takes off from his roost, quickly climbing down from one edge of the building to another as each section of the walls had various points in which the thief had access to form a grip.
Once the thief’s feet touched the cobblestone ground, it was time for him to move. Quickly taking off, letting his nimble legs into doing all of the work, the Draedan of Saren takes significant strides as the tips of his shoes land on the ground before putting some pressure before hovering off the ground. A brief cloud of dust would kick into the air before it settled quietly, leaving only a fleeting trace of movement on the street’s surface.
It was different from what the thief was used to doing; usually, it would take longer for the thief to complete an objective due to his typically shadowy take on burglary in general. Leaving as little trace as possible, but now that his physical capabilities have improved somewhat, not from sheer skill alone but just innately due to his divine heritage.
As the thief continues quietly skipping through the streets, stopping behind cover as much as he can, A faint trace of divinity leaks out of his body and breath. The pale light glaring like the carpet of stars from above would linger briefly before fading into the ethereal.
The time it took to travel to his destination was relatively short, which still surprises the thief now as his movements weren’t as fluid before his divine spark was ignited.
It wouldn't be a short time for the thief to quickly realise that the place of interest would be littered with various ways to protect one's store, from gated display fronts to a large, iron-fenced door followed by another oak door behind it.
This place of interest had many pieces of security that made the thief second guess himself if he should go through with his plans without preparation, but since the thief is here. There was no use backing out now, and while logically, it would be better to observe from afar and then strike. The thrill of getting a job done on the spot was all too tempting for the usually risk-averse thief.
Take a moment to search for a possible way to enter; A side entrance would work but based on the location, and how secure the premise was, the thief wouldn’t be too surprised if there was a gate on the side as well and as luck would have it for the poor Alistian thief. Unfortunately, the side entrance was also guarded by a gate, which annoyed the thief, who could only roll his eyes before recomposing himself again.
He was searching the area around him and checking for anyone that might be close by. The thief takes this moment to pull out his lockpicks and various sets of files and start his work on cracking the defences that the building has in place. Still, the slight nerve wreaked by the chance of being caught out in the open with no way to cover his form without Nightfall, Jared is determined to break the gate and door out. If it meant leaving some evidence behind, then the goal was to break in and get out as quickly as possible and try new techniques to bust down security in various forms.
For a moment, Jared looked at the padlock, essentially bolting the hinges in place. Then, using one of the files he kept off on the side of his right boot, the amber-eyed chef takes a moment to identify any weaknesses the lock may have. In this case, it was easier to pick the lock but to try a brute force method is something the thief had never done before.
While it was possible to use a small crowbar and attempt to pry the lock open, the thief instead began to file away at the latch, quickly sawing it with a steadfast and quick motion as iron dust drifted off into the slight breeze. The thief couldn’t help but wince as the sound of metal scraping against each other sounded self-evident, but it was possible due to his heightened awareness that the young Draedan was picking up on the slight sound.
Nevertheless, the latch would come off the gate in a couple of minutes, leaving it easily accessible to swing the gate open. All that was left was to pick the side door, and trespassing was all that needed to be done.
