Post by grambo on Sept 9, 2008 0:42:18 GMT
Ic: It was very late, and Alistair had been stalking the housing district of the city for many hours now. The streets were mainly deserted, leaving him with only the stars for companionship. He walked by numerous taverns and inns which seemed to be full for the most part which was fine by him, that meant that people weren't at their homes. The thought of that brought a smirk to his face as he strode on down random alleyways searching for that one perfect house. He gently patted the crowbar inside his cloak and the bulge in his pocket that were his lockpicking tools. It was going to be his first chance to have some real fun in this new city, and Alistair was hoping that the night would have something a little more interesting to offer him then what he had observed so far; staggering drunks, filthy wenches hanging out of taverns and other undesireables. After passing yet another little tavern full of patrons, Alistair finally saw the place that would send a pleasant little tingle down his spine.
It was perfect. Relatively large, but didn't seem to be of any obvious importance, no fences or anything of the like..all that was needed was a side door or a window. Making as much haste as he could without drawing a stray eye, Alistair darted to the alley beside the house and began to look for an entrance. Looking to the sides yielded nothing, no door not even a window. Looking up yielded even less. There was a window but no plausible way to reach it. Perhaps if he had a grappling hook, but the smithy would surely be closed, and it would cause too much noise even if it wasn't. Frustrated, Alistair looked to his feet.
"Well, hello there beautiful"
Alistair looked at a slender window barely as wide as he was that seemed to lead to the basement. He knelt down to check it, not able to keep the wide grin off his face and found it locked. He let out a small sigh and searched for his lockpicking tools in his pocket. Pulling one out he jammed it into the lock. Fiddling around with the tool for a few seconds, and the thief quickly realized that he was using entirely the wrong tool for the job. Cursing his impatience he calmed himself down and pulled out yet another more slender piece of metal with angular bends in it. Sliding the new tool into the lock put the smile back onto Alistair's face. It moved around much more easily and he could feel the pins inside the lock yielding to his will. One by one he jiggled the tool's bits underneath the pins in the lock and lifted them until he heard the magical clicking sound. Hastily replacing the tool back into his pocket the thief pushed the window open and into the basement. Crouching down to enter the alien house Alistair remembered to himself one of the first lessons he learned as a burglar. Always check the house you're about to rob - something that he had neglected to do. The last thing he needed was to be in a city no more then a few hours before getting locked up by the Watch.
Standing up quickly he went back round to the front of the house and up to the front door. Preparing for the total arse he was potentially about to make out of himself he stopped for a brief pause before rapping on the door 3 sharp times. He waited for a few seconds before allowing himself to hope that nobody was home. This of course was not the fact as the thief came to the conclusion rather abruptly when the front door swung open and a short man, clad in nearly nothing stood there looking incredibly unenthused.
"What the FECK do ye want? Do ye know the time!?"
Alistair stood there looking incredibly blank for a couple seconds before unleashing a sever case of verbal diarrhea.
"Sir two pence can only buy you a noon's troll. I'll have you know that no matter how crowly you butter my neck things will not sleep in the trough. Let that light your warts on the sewer to adventure!"
The man simply stood there, transfixed by the idiocy of what Alistair just said before simply slamming the door in his face and muttering "feckin' drunks".
Another sigh and Alistair realized that he was actually going to have to be careful when robbing that man. Walking back to the now open basement window, Alistair slipped in with barely a sound.
He sat in the dark for a few moments, allowing his eyes to adjust to the sheer dark of this bottom floor. Scanning around quickly he found nothing of any worth. He was never that lucky. It was a small basement, seemingly a dumping ground for things that the owner of the house had no need of, or at best, infrequent need of. There were discarded pieces of furniture most of which needed some sort of repair. There were chairs with only three good legs, a table that seemed to be missing half of the tabletop, and other various trash. The house seemed to be entirely quiet though, which made it seem to Alistair that the owner of the house had returned to bed with all haste - things were starting to look up. With that the thief creeped over to the stairs leading to the main floor of the house. The Gods willing, that's where the loot would be..perhaps some cutlery or dishes of some worth. Maybe even some jewelery. Before he began to drool, Alistair refocused himself on the task at hand: getting up the stairs silently.
Slowly and silently, the thief emerged from the basement and stood at the top of the stairs, looking around for something that caught his eye. He walked into the dining room and saw what he had been looking for: a fancy cupboard beside the dining room table. From the look of the furniture in the surrounding rooms, it looked like Alistair had been spot on when he guessed that this house was that of a well to do type of person. Ornate cushion coverings, intricate carvings on the woods - this was going to make him a very happy thief indeed. He quickly opened the cupboard and found a bunch of cutlery and some napkins. He wrapped up the cutlery in the napkins to stop them from clanging together and bringing any unwanted attention upon him. He then tied the whole bundle together with some rope and tied it about his waist. The thought then entered his mind: perhaps it was time to go. He had what he wanted and could cut his losses now before anything goes wrong..but where would the fun be in that?
A sly smile and Alistair began to climb the stairs to the upper floor; undoubtedly this was where the master of the house lived, hopefully alone and hopefully with some more serious wealth then some fancy looking cutlery. Ascending the stairs one by one he began to second guess his choice to continue his plundering. He came to the top of the stairs and stopped to see if he could hear anything alarming. All he heard was the steady breathing of somebody in the room opposite him. There was that room, directly in front of him and to his right, another room of seemingly equal size. Alistair decided not to push his luck any further then he already had and went into the room with no sound emanating from it. It seemed to be a study of some sort. Perhaps the man in the house was an academic, or a teacher of some sort at the university..regardless he wouldn't be poor and there must be something of value in the study of an academic?
It was perfect. Relatively large, but didn't seem to be of any obvious importance, no fences or anything of the like..all that was needed was a side door or a window. Making as much haste as he could without drawing a stray eye, Alistair darted to the alley beside the house and began to look for an entrance. Looking to the sides yielded nothing, no door not even a window. Looking up yielded even less. There was a window but no plausible way to reach it. Perhaps if he had a grappling hook, but the smithy would surely be closed, and it would cause too much noise even if it wasn't. Frustrated, Alistair looked to his feet.
"Well, hello there beautiful"
Alistair looked at a slender window barely as wide as he was that seemed to lead to the basement. He knelt down to check it, not able to keep the wide grin off his face and found it locked. He let out a small sigh and searched for his lockpicking tools in his pocket. Pulling one out he jammed it into the lock. Fiddling around with the tool for a few seconds, and the thief quickly realized that he was using entirely the wrong tool for the job. Cursing his impatience he calmed himself down and pulled out yet another more slender piece of metal with angular bends in it. Sliding the new tool into the lock put the smile back onto Alistair's face. It moved around much more easily and he could feel the pins inside the lock yielding to his will. One by one he jiggled the tool's bits underneath the pins in the lock and lifted them until he heard the magical clicking sound. Hastily replacing the tool back into his pocket the thief pushed the window open and into the basement. Crouching down to enter the alien house Alistair remembered to himself one of the first lessons he learned as a burglar. Always check the house you're about to rob - something that he had neglected to do. The last thing he needed was to be in a city no more then a few hours before getting locked up by the Watch.
Standing up quickly he went back round to the front of the house and up to the front door. Preparing for the total arse he was potentially about to make out of himself he stopped for a brief pause before rapping on the door 3 sharp times. He waited for a few seconds before allowing himself to hope that nobody was home. This of course was not the fact as the thief came to the conclusion rather abruptly when the front door swung open and a short man, clad in nearly nothing stood there looking incredibly unenthused.
"What the FECK do ye want? Do ye know the time!?"
Alistair stood there looking incredibly blank for a couple seconds before unleashing a sever case of verbal diarrhea.
"Sir two pence can only buy you a noon's troll. I'll have you know that no matter how crowly you butter my neck things will not sleep in the trough. Let that light your warts on the sewer to adventure!"
The man simply stood there, transfixed by the idiocy of what Alistair just said before simply slamming the door in his face and muttering "feckin' drunks".
Another sigh and Alistair realized that he was actually going to have to be careful when robbing that man. Walking back to the now open basement window, Alistair slipped in with barely a sound.
He sat in the dark for a few moments, allowing his eyes to adjust to the sheer dark of this bottom floor. Scanning around quickly he found nothing of any worth. He was never that lucky. It was a small basement, seemingly a dumping ground for things that the owner of the house had no need of, or at best, infrequent need of. There were discarded pieces of furniture most of which needed some sort of repair. There were chairs with only three good legs, a table that seemed to be missing half of the tabletop, and other various trash. The house seemed to be entirely quiet though, which made it seem to Alistair that the owner of the house had returned to bed with all haste - things were starting to look up. With that the thief creeped over to the stairs leading to the main floor of the house. The Gods willing, that's where the loot would be..perhaps some cutlery or dishes of some worth. Maybe even some jewelery. Before he began to drool, Alistair refocused himself on the task at hand: getting up the stairs silently.
Slowly and silently, the thief emerged from the basement and stood at the top of the stairs, looking around for something that caught his eye. He walked into the dining room and saw what he had been looking for: a fancy cupboard beside the dining room table. From the look of the furniture in the surrounding rooms, it looked like Alistair had been spot on when he guessed that this house was that of a well to do type of person. Ornate cushion coverings, intricate carvings on the woods - this was going to make him a very happy thief indeed. He quickly opened the cupboard and found a bunch of cutlery and some napkins. He wrapped up the cutlery in the napkins to stop them from clanging together and bringing any unwanted attention upon him. He then tied the whole bundle together with some rope and tied it about his waist. The thought then entered his mind: perhaps it was time to go. He had what he wanted and could cut his losses now before anything goes wrong..but where would the fun be in that?
A sly smile and Alistair began to climb the stairs to the upper floor; undoubtedly this was where the master of the house lived, hopefully alone and hopefully with some more serious wealth then some fancy looking cutlery. Ascending the stairs one by one he began to second guess his choice to continue his plundering. He came to the top of the stairs and stopped to see if he could hear anything alarming. All he heard was the steady breathing of somebody in the room opposite him. There was that room, directly in front of him and to his right, another room of seemingly equal size. Alistair decided not to push his luck any further then he already had and went into the room with no sound emanating from it. It seemed to be a study of some sort. Perhaps the man in the house was an academic, or a teacher of some sort at the university..regardless he wouldn't be poor and there must be something of value in the study of an academic?
