A Grand Heist...

[hjgklmn0ajuvxc 688]

If one were to live in Kaldonia they would notice objects small and large missing... They have been... stolen. And some buildings appear to have been graffitied on. 

 

 

It seems the age of crime

has fallen upon

Kaldonia

[Frigated 66]

*Tricia Horen hires many men to wash the graffiti off of the walls and buys her close friends belongings back.*

[Draeris 3124]

 

"Day 104..

 

I have been stuck in this hole.. Waiting for the thief to arrive and steal my mothers panties. Dark times have come upon us, nobody is safe.. I wonder how my son Timmy is doing, I hope he is safe and sound in the palace with the other refugees. I hope to return soon, but what is the point? Waiting to see this thief makes you think, what is the point in life? What worth do you have when you can't even catch one thief? I see no other end, but to make the end myself. Kaldonia is lost.. That is for sure, but I can't tell my sweet beloved Vittoria that they should move out.. This criminal, this dark entity that haunts our fair city.. Has won.."

 

*Some tear marks can be seen at the bottom of the paper, soon followed by bloodstains. The chests in the headquarters.. All empty.. His last words were bitter

 

"I will logblock and report you yimmya!"

[Emp 209]

Aemyn Verde notices that the Emerald Company's tip jar has been stolen.

 

"Ah, ****."

[Zerlina 15]

Zerlina walked with dread to the door of her closet in the Imperial Palace. The day had been long and torturous given the task of scrubbing every floor in the palace, and washing every linen that could be seen. Her fingers ached, her knees were bruised, her back throbbed from the perpetual movements of the day.She moved as if a weight was placed on her shoulders dragging her toward the floor, and the only prospect keeping her from falling to the ground in slumber was the delightful comfort of her bed.

 

The young woman lazily pulled open the doors of her closet, scanning the contents with heavy eyes. Zerlina's sleep clogged motions soon turned to a frantic search of her closet.

 

"No . . . Where is it?" 

 

Through sheets and dresses, and books and letters she foraged frantically, until Zerlina at last sank to her knees. Her door had been unlocked. She had thought nothing of it before.

 

"I've been robbed," She declared despondently as she sulks back across her room to lay in her bed.

 

Her blue eyes stared at the ceiling, lost in a spiral of thoughts as she played out numerous scenarios in her head, yet one question lingered,

 

"Why would they steal my favorite blanket? What terrible thieves."

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

"Murderers, Thieves, Cultists!? It seems we must purge the Iblees from the city! Hopefully it is not too late, or a grand exterminatus must commence, Creator enlighten our path." Says Holy Ser Rosencratz.

[Jachnun 566]

Haskel notices his favorite stick missing and chases the thief! 

[Peter Chivay 2494]

peter is sad

[AlmondTree 418]

Zerlina walked with dread to the door of her closet in the Imperial Palace. The day had been long and torturous given the task of scrubbing every floor in the palace, and washing every linen that could be seen. Her fingers ached, her knees were bruised, her back throbbed from the perpetual movements of the day.She moved as if a weight was placed on her shoulders dragging her toward the floor, and the only prospect keeping her from falling to the ground in slumber was the delightful comfort of her bed.

 

The young woman lazily pulled open the doors of her closet, scanning the contents with heavy eyes. Zerlina's sleep clogged motions soon turned to a frantic search of her closet.

 

"No . . . Where is it?" 

 

Through sheets and dresses, and books and letters she foraged frantically, until Zerlina at last sank to her knees. Her door had been unlocked. She had thought nothing of it before.

 

"I've been robbed," She declared despondently as she sulks back across her room to lay in her bed.

 

Her blue eyes stared at the ceiling, lost in a spiral of thoughts as she played out numerous scenarios in her head, yet one question lingered,

 

"Why would they steal my favorite blanket? What terrible thieves."

Vittoria, sealed in her chambers wonder how on earth a petty thief could rob a palace that would have been filled with guards, women and men. The she remembered..

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.