The Heists of The Elvenesse Athenaeum

[BDanecker 858]

The Heists of The Elvenesse Athenaeum

 

“Dammit!” The Fox cursed to himself as the dingeys the thieves had rowed in could not breach the walls of Elvenesse-they were just out of reach. He looked behind him to the four others in the boats, with the short Guildmaster saying with a calm and determined demeanor “we shall find ah weh in. To the front.” The Sphinx and The Panther lead the rowing as those of the Master Thieves Guild broke the waves and grounded at the next coast, tying their dinghies to the shores of the worn roads leading to the Seat of Elvenesse. Through silent movements did those in greedy green go through the lush brush leading up to Elvenesse, and then through the gates-as if left open just for them. A group of five rush through, right towards The Elvenesse Athenaeum, and then stop to catch their breaths in the deathly quiet of the empty library. “Yeah, whole city probably heard us” The Raven jabs in a snarky tone, fixing their jostled mask. “Panther thinks that is no issue if we are fast” the ‘Pantera adds, as their short leader leads them past by dusty tomes and newly printed script alike, to take a lift down into the bowels of the earth. As they entered the bottom floor of the Library, the band of thieves made their way into an equally quiet room, which held many things before them; though their eyes were set on a singular ring. Laying before them on a red velvet pillow was the Ring of Edrahil, Elven Lord of yore.

 

 

With a quick swipe, The Raven relinquished the Library of their burden of the ring, and presented it to The Guildmaster. “To yer Greediness” spoken with that same snarky tone, which garners a smirk from The Untiring Man. “Leave our message” he orders as he gives a hard gaze at the entrance. A bit more pilfering the crew did, and then a failed attempt by Raven to enter the Vault of the Library, and then the thieves took their leave. As they rounded the corner of the property, masks and garb still worn with stolen ring in hand, Evar’tir the Sea Prince stood in between them and the exit. With a lightning-fast about-face the crew hightailed it out to the docks just like had been planned in case of such, the thieves always willing to adapt. Diving into the bay the thieves had made their daring escape, jostling each other by the shoulders with exuberant laughter that rocked the dinghies they rowed in, back to sea, to do the same in 2 years time.

 

 

After two years had passed, it was time for the thieves to convene again.

 

 

Leaving from their keep, and taking the same method of travel, those of greedy disposition made haste through the front gates once more, as if they were citizens of Elvenesse. Under the spotted light that poured from the canopies overhead did the crew weave and thread themselves through to enter the Library once more. Descending just the same, this time the Helm of the Bard was stolen, and with the accompaniment of Master Thief The Virtuous Man the Vault was no match for Raven’s second attempt.

 

 

Into the vault of immeasurable riches the thieves poured and grinned greedy grins, running their hands through gems and gold before their Guildmaster reminded them of why they were there. “Take as maneh books as ye can hold, and let us depart.” Or so he said, before going to run his hand through gems himself, mesmerized as the thieves pilfered books of untold worth from the vault. Then, the sounds of footsteps, to which was none of theirs, was heard beyond the door of the Vault. “We’ve been had!” exclaims The Raven, as The Untiring Man gathers the rest of the thieves to make a quick departure before the guards found them in a corner! They speedily ascend the lift, yanking fiercely on the rope to hasten their ascent, when suddenly it dawned on them: they had left the Master Thief Virtuous behind! “He’ll be foine” Fox says confidently, "He's a Master Thief right? Let's hope he's a Master of Escape as well." Untiring hides behind a wall at the entrance of the lift, sickly blade drawn “We cannae wait for him here, he’ll be able ta make et out himself. Let’s go.” And with that, they speed out, helm and books in tow this second time, as an elven lady follows their trail, but is eventually outran, as the thieves make a second successful Heist. As they make it back to their Den of Thieves, the helm and ring are set on marble pillars, openly, for all the thieves of the Master Thieves Guild to known and be reminded; the reach of Greed has no bounds. 

[TaytoTot 1127]

Syllana Brylynn had come out of her home after her slumber, going to the library immediately. What a great day to go and sort some books... She went down the lift, rubbing her eyes. This tiredness still consuming her. She opened the door to the vault, seeing an unfamiliar face staring at her. 

"Nope." 

She slammed the door shut, turning around and going right back to her house. 

 

[Bhased 3587]

19 minutes ago, BDanecker said:

Into the vault of immeasurable riches

19 minutes ago, BDanecker said:

“Take as maneh books as ye can

High Prince Evar'tir Oranor regards the report with waning interest. "I am surprised thieves even know how to read." He remarks to his councillors in a scoffable level of amusement.

[Unwillingly 11107]

"Voidal mages, orcs, thieves, bandits... Eugh, give us a break!" Gailien groans to himself, growing exhausted of the ceaseless onslaught of problems. He leans back into his seat, rubbing his face with the palms of his hands. "Curse whoever designed this city. We're overdue for some change. Perhaps I can propose something to the council." with that, the man set off to brainstorm.

 

Spoiler

mad respect, villainy done right

looking forward to potential future interactions :) 

 

[TheTri 378]

Dael cackled with some degree of condescension, smacking a callused palm against his face amidst his deranged series of laughs. However, his glasses slipped off, and the lenses aptly cracked upon impact with the oaken floorboards below, “FRICK!” He wailed, tears suddenly streaming down his cheeks.

[ShadowHasLeft 58]

The Sphinx kicks his feet up and looks at the map sprawled in front of him, then turns to the rest of the guild seated around him "This could be it. We are all aware of the dangers, but that's what we're here for" grins at his fellow guildmembers "They wont see this one." slams a knife onto a small smudge of a city on the map...

[LordCrowe 80]

The Raven smiles, it is not a nice smile, nor a cruel one, it is the smile of someone smugly knowing that their victory is assured.

Edited July 12, 2021 by LordCrowe
Apparently I need to retake basic grammar, fixed

[Wand 932]

19 hours ago, Bhased said:

High Prince Evar'tir Oranor regards the report with waning interest. "I am surprised thieves even know how to read." He remarks to his councillors in a scoffable level of amusement.

 

"Nay worry - in truth? The ring was a fraud, just a replica in mem'ry. Helm too."  the Sylvaeri offers Evar'tir a nod in passing.