60th of Searing, 4622
Engrossed with probing every content of the parchments that litter the study desk. Jared couldn’t help but mutter as his thoughts drifted to various strings of other random with each new content discovered.
“Who is this Matron of Owls? Why is there an extensive list of minerals, plant extracts & animal parts; Possibly for an alchemical creation of sorts or maybe usage in poisons or medicinal work…. If so, what is this person planning to do?”
By no means was Jared an expert in intrigue or political matters, far from it, as the thought of delving into the games of deceit and backstabbing was not his kind of deal and prefer to remain a faceless person in a sea of many for standing out would garner unwanted attention.
Yet, in the back of his head, the amber-eyed sorcerer couldn’t shake off the nervousness that he might be a pawn in a much bigger game. That lingering sense of dread that creeps along someone’s back & never fades was enough for the thief to make a mistake.
As the thief begins to collect the parchments deemed of significant value for his job from his frantic search, an ink pot with a quill is knocked off the study desk which shatters and stains the floorboards in pitch black splatters. Immediately, Jared turns his gaze over to the bed to see the merchant suddenly jolt away and search the room in a panic.
The nightfallen thief couldn’t help but stare at this man who, in return, does the same; A shadowy figure obscured by the dim light with bright, amber eyes gazing directly at a man who seems terrified. In that brief moment of instinct, the man would scream, alerting those nearby of what he saw.
“Huh? What the… THIEEEEF!”
Immediately Jared’s first line of action was to rush over to the bedside, withdrawing a leather-woven blackjack that he keeps on his side and swinging the weighted lead rod at the man’s head with sufficient force to disorient the man; hoping to buy just enough time to make collect the parchments left on the and make his escape.
The Nightfallen Thief could have gone for the throat with his dagger, but in essence, His line of skills & abilities are that a thief and thieves do not get paid to murder. In addition, he rapidly built infamy, which he did not want.
Frantically gathering the documents from the study desk and stuffing his satchel to the brim. Jared swings the door wide open and rushes down the flight of stairs before exiting the establishment, leaving the back door ajar as subtlety, for now, would be useless in a chase.
Quickly looking at what potential roads he could exit to, Jared’s heightened senses immediately draw to the flickering torchlight rapidly approaching around the corner at one end of the alleyway to reveal a pair of towns guard rushing to the scene of the crime.
“Well, shit…”
Like the street rat, the amber-eyed thief wasted no time in bolting off into one of many side alleys as a confrontation with the guards would immediately spell doom. His cloak of umbralplasm conceals any discerning features that could lead investigators to his location at the present moment.
Jared could hear the two guardsmen yell out in the distance to halt, but disregarding the law is usual for a scoundrel. Time was ticking as swarms of the beat cops closed in on the surrounding locations.
“Come on, Jared, think… Where can you run & where could you hide….”
The amber-eyed thief continues to run through the streets, trying to lose his pursuers as best as he can. As Jared turns around a random corner, various obstacles stand in his way. Stacks of wooden crates and bundles of wooden planks create a small hole one would need to squeeze through with a thick stone wall at the end of the alleyway that the thief turned into. There wasn’t any chance of turning back as the two guards pursued his tail.
Not letting the pressure get to his head, the 5’5ft Alistian man makes his sprint down the alleyway, Weaving through the obstacles as best as he can as his nimbleness comes to effect. From vaulting over some of the wooden boxes to tumbling forward before hastily getting up to continue his dash to maintain the momentum of his speed. The guards pursuing him continue to give chase, moving through the crates as if the guards were trodding through thick mud, yelling at the top of their lungs in frustration.
While it is true that guards are more trained regarding weapons, knowing how to dart around the various streets and losing people was Jared’s game. With that in mind, Jared continues to run, accumulating his agility as he pulls out a globe of umbralplasm and tosses it at the floor in front of him as he reaches closer to the slanted wooden planks that cover the alleyway.
The umbralplasm splatters onto the floor as if a can of paint fell from a high distance. However, the texture acts more akin to oil or sheets of ice for additional gliding as the amber-eyed thief goes for a quick slide with his right hand dragging across the umbralplasm for extra grip to slow down to prevent himself from crashing into a wall.
As the agile thief slides through the tight hole, Jared’s right hand begins to pull the umbralplasm to his body as if dark ribbons rapidly retract from the floor it is currently on before quickly picking himself up and making his fastidious pace to the last obstacle which was a wall that blocks off his path.
While all of this was happening, the guards finally managed to trod through the abundant amount of crates that blocked their path to the thief. At their wit's end, with the situation unfolding, one of the guards withdraws their iron shortsword channelling his anger into the blade as cracks of electrical energy coat the surrounding air. His gruff voice seething with venomous intent.
“You had your chance, thief; don’t think we are pushovers!”
In a matter of seconds, the guard flicks his blade in an upward arc as a slash of destructive ether slices through the wooden planks as if it were butter. Immediately turning his attention back to the wooden planks, Jared couldn’t help but sweat profusely as he had just witnessed one of the barriers at play quickly being disassembled by a Galvanize slash.
“Shit, come on, Jared; You need to get out of here.”
The amber-eyed thief quickly pulls some umbralplasm on hand and moulds it into durable climbing picks before making a running start. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough time to scale the entire wall from the base, so the following best opinion was to create a running jump with what remaining distance there was between himself & the wall to cover some distance. Focusing on the soles of his boots, the Nightfallen thief alters the texture & properties of his Obsurca to provide a temporary bounce with each stride he takes.
Leaping high into the air, for a brief moment, the amber-eyed thief felt that he could soar into the sky and be free but knew that it would not be possible even with his gifts with Nightfall. In either case, his running leap got him a decent way up to the wall as he drove his umbralplasm pick into the solid stone, chipping the wall to make a hold so the rogue could maintain his position.
As Jared scurries up the wall, the guards bypass the now vapourised planks of woods, aiming at the shadow-veiled figure, the guards release fist-sized bolts of ethereal energy that dart their way forward, blast the wall with tiny craters which scare the thief as to what it would do to his flesh if a bolt lands a direct hit.
The amber-eyed nightfallen couldn’t risk a single hit, and so it was at that moment the rogue continued to climb higher with erratic steps, dodging as many bolts possible in his vulnerable state. Jared was thankful for doing some acrobatic training regarding aerial footwork as he swings and leaps from one section to another while using what little cover could utilise to stall for more time to reach the top of the wall.
After what seems like a painful eternity of evading life-threatening bolts of raw magic & trying not to fall to his demise, the grip around his climbing picks was tense enough to cause his knuckles to turn white. Still, with a final leap, the thief manages to vault over the wall, quickly scaling down the wall to avoid further injuries—the sounds of guards screaming as to where they last saw the thief echoes out into the streets.
“Time to skedaddle out of here and lay low for a while. Got what I needed.”
With that, Jared quickly runs down the alleyway as promptly as possible, pulling his Obscura off to conserve what remaining stamina he could muster from the hectic events that the night had made. Finally, his job is completed, which he last submits to his mysterious client on a later date as the heat generated will cause the guards to swarm about for some time, an event happening around mid-season of Ash to investigate for his own set of interests.
“Who is this Matron of Owls? Why is there an extensive list of minerals, plant extracts & animal parts; Possibly for an alchemical creation of sorts or maybe usage in poisons or medicinal work…. If so, what is this person planning to do?”
By no means was Jared an expert in intrigue or political matters, far from it, as the thought of delving into the games of deceit and backstabbing was not his kind of deal and prefer to remain a faceless person in a sea of many for standing out would garner unwanted attention.
Yet, in the back of his head, the amber-eyed sorcerer couldn’t shake off the nervousness that he might be a pawn in a much bigger game. That lingering sense of dread that creeps along someone’s back & never fades was enough for the thief to make a mistake.
As the thief begins to collect the parchments deemed of significant value for his job from his frantic search, an ink pot with a quill is knocked off the study desk which shatters and stains the floorboards in pitch black splatters. Immediately, Jared turns his gaze over to the bed to see the merchant suddenly jolt away and search the room in a panic.
The nightfallen thief couldn’t help but stare at this man who, in return, does the same; A shadowy figure obscured by the dim light with bright, amber eyes gazing directly at a man who seems terrified. In that brief moment of instinct, the man would scream, alerting those nearby of what he saw.
“Huh? What the… THIEEEEF!”
Immediately Jared’s first line of action was to rush over to the bedside, withdrawing a leather-woven blackjack that he keeps on his side and swinging the weighted lead rod at the man’s head with sufficient force to disorient the man; hoping to buy just enough time to make collect the parchments left on the and make his escape.
The Nightfallen Thief could have gone for the throat with his dagger, but in essence, His line of skills & abilities are that a thief and thieves do not get paid to murder. In addition, he rapidly built infamy, which he did not want.
Frantically gathering the documents from the study desk and stuffing his satchel to the brim. Jared swings the door wide open and rushes down the flight of stairs before exiting the establishment, leaving the back door ajar as subtlety, for now, would be useless in a chase.
Quickly looking at what potential roads he could exit to, Jared’s heightened senses immediately draw to the flickering torchlight rapidly approaching around the corner at one end of the alleyway to reveal a pair of towns guard rushing to the scene of the crime.
“Well, shit…”
Like the street rat, the amber-eyed thief wasted no time in bolting off into one of many side alleys as a confrontation with the guards would immediately spell doom. His cloak of umbralplasm conceals any discerning features that could lead investigators to his location at the present moment.
Jared could hear the two guardsmen yell out in the distance to halt, but disregarding the law is usual for a scoundrel. Time was ticking as swarms of the beat cops closed in on the surrounding locations.
“Come on, Jared, think… Where can you run & where could you hide….”
The amber-eyed thief continues to run through the streets, trying to lose his pursuers as best as he can. As Jared turns around a random corner, various obstacles stand in his way. Stacks of wooden crates and bundles of wooden planks create a small hole one would need to squeeze through with a thick stone wall at the end of the alleyway that the thief turned into. There wasn’t any chance of turning back as the two guards pursued his tail.
Not letting the pressure get to his head, the 5’5ft Alistian man makes his sprint down the alleyway, Weaving through the obstacles as best as he can as his nimbleness comes to effect. From vaulting over some of the wooden boxes to tumbling forward before hastily getting up to continue his dash to maintain the momentum of his speed. The guards pursuing him continue to give chase, moving through the crates as if the guards were trodding through thick mud, yelling at the top of their lungs in frustration.
While it is true that guards are more trained regarding weapons, knowing how to dart around the various streets and losing people was Jared’s game. With that in mind, Jared continues to run, accumulating his agility as he pulls out a globe of umbralplasm and tosses it at the floor in front of him as he reaches closer to the slanted wooden planks that cover the alleyway.
The umbralplasm splatters onto the floor as if a can of paint fell from a high distance. However, the texture acts more akin to oil or sheets of ice for additional gliding as the amber-eyed thief goes for a quick slide with his right hand dragging across the umbralplasm for extra grip to slow down to prevent himself from crashing into a wall.
As the agile thief slides through the tight hole, Jared’s right hand begins to pull the umbralplasm to his body as if dark ribbons rapidly retract from the floor it is currently on before quickly picking himself up and making his fastidious pace to the last obstacle which was a wall that blocks off his path.
While all of this was happening, the guards finally managed to trod through the abundant amount of crates that blocked their path to the thief. At their wit's end, with the situation unfolding, one of the guards withdraws their iron shortsword channelling his anger into the blade as cracks of electrical energy coat the surrounding air. His gruff voice seething with venomous intent.
“You had your chance, thief; don’t think we are pushovers!”
In a matter of seconds, the guard flicks his blade in an upward arc as a slash of destructive ether slices through the wooden planks as if it were butter. Immediately turning his attention back to the wooden planks, Jared couldn’t help but sweat profusely as he had just witnessed one of the barriers at play quickly being disassembled by a Galvanize slash.
“Shit, come on, Jared; You need to get out of here.”
The amber-eyed thief quickly pulls some umbralplasm on hand and moulds it into durable climbing picks before making a running start. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough time to scale the entire wall from the base, so the following best opinion was to create a running jump with what remaining distance there was between himself & the wall to cover some distance. Focusing on the soles of his boots, the Nightfallen thief alters the texture & properties of his Obsurca to provide a temporary bounce with each stride he takes.
Leaping high into the air, for a brief moment, the amber-eyed thief felt that he could soar into the sky and be free but knew that it would not be possible even with his gifts with Nightfall. In either case, his running leap got him a decent way up to the wall as he drove his umbralplasm pick into the solid stone, chipping the wall to make a hold so the rogue could maintain his position.
As Jared scurries up the wall, the guards bypass the now vapourised planks of woods, aiming at the shadow-veiled figure, the guards release fist-sized bolts of ethereal energy that dart their way forward, blast the wall with tiny craters which scare the thief as to what it would do to his flesh if a bolt lands a direct hit.
The amber-eyed nightfallen couldn’t risk a single hit, and so it was at that moment the rogue continued to climb higher with erratic steps, dodging as many bolts possible in his vulnerable state. Jared was thankful for doing some acrobatic training regarding aerial footwork as he swings and leaps from one section to another while using what little cover could utilise to stall for more time to reach the top of the wall.
After what seems like a painful eternity of evading life-threatening bolts of raw magic & trying not to fall to his demise, the grip around his climbing picks was tense enough to cause his knuckles to turn white. Still, with a final leap, the thief manages to vault over the wall, quickly scaling down the wall to avoid further injuries—the sounds of guards screaming as to where they last saw the thief echoes out into the streets.
“Time to skedaddle out of here and lay low for a while. Got what I needed.”
With that, Jared quickly runs down the alleyway as promptly as possible, pulling his Obscura off to conserve what remaining stamina he could muster from the hectic events that the night had made. Finally, his job is completed, which he last submits to his mysterious client on a later date as the heat generated will cause the guards to swarm about for some time, an event happening around mid-season of Ash to investigate for his own set of interests.
