Eine Kleine Church Theft - RPLOG
Participants
Date
23/11/477
Log
The rendevous point is rather conspicuously placed in the middle of the chapel, where a black panther in fine clothing sits with head bowed in quiet meditation. He wears a silver scarf, marking him as the contact.
Lothar hops his way through the chapel, the skunk's cloak pulled tightly around him, and a mask pulled up to cover his muzzle and majority of his facial features. His hair covered as well, with another piece of cloth over the usually white hair. Drawing closer to the contact, he sneaks his way to the middle of the chapel as he clears his throat, and merely motions to himself, before motioning to the contact.
Thelergramor walks on up to the rendevous point, all clad in his old thief gear. Hooded leather shirt, still torn from way back when he broke Creator Joe's window, grey pants, boots to hide his prosthetic leg, as it's far too identifiable... And a number of weapons and tools. A black scarf pulled up over his muzzle, the wolf says nothing. Remains quiet and listens to whatever the contact has to say.
Yvls makes his way into the inn, bereft of his usual armor and heavy weaponry and carrying a simple hand axe with him this time instead, dressed almost like a tavern regular, nothing too attention seeking. He notes the contact though and sits on the same bench, starting a half hearted prayer.
The panther nods to the trio with a smirk. "Could you be any more conspicuous?" he asks with a sneer and motions that the masked duo should sit in the pew in front of him. "I expect a certain amount of. . . Elegance for this job," he snarls softly once they take their seats, "And I will pay for elegance." He nods to a small cloister where a pair of priests are chatting. "In that alcove is a door," he says, "leading down to a small vault where a number of items are being kept in temporary storage." He produces a few small bits of paper and discretely passes them to the conspirators. "I require three small boxes with this symbol on them," he says, "Any questions?"
Lothar takes one of the pieces of paper, and looks at it for a little bit to recognize the symbol, his ears slightly folded from the chastizing as the skunk seems to think, before nodding gently as he closes his eyes for prayer.
Thelergramor peers at the symbol on the paper he was given as he sits. "Thanks, I try to be as conspicuous as possible. Noone expects the guy who looks like he's doing something wrong." Thele near-whispers to the panther. The wolf's logic is infallible. Completely. Or not at all. "What's in the boxes?"
"Elegance, hmm?" Yvls smiles. Happy to collect information about such heists that go under the nose of most in the city. Scribbling down something in quillscript for a moment before keeping his notes. "Payment?"
"Nothing you need worry about," the panther says cooly to Thelergramor, "And nothing anyone will miss." He does not look around as he speaks, keeping his eyes down in an attitude of meditation. "I will be waiting in front of the chapel with your payment when you bring me the boxes," he says, "Ten Thousand Crowns each, and a bonus if you can get in and out with no one the wiser." The panther stands fluidly and turns to go. "Good luck," he says.
The alcove, door and vault await.
Lothar finishes his prayers as he gently taps his forehead and rises, independant of the other two before he turns on his foot and begins to walk outside. His eyes glancing around as he tries to keep an eye on the clergy, so as to duck to the side and into the less observable safety once he has a safe moment!
Thelergramor thinks for a moment, begins plotting. Glances at the priests and their alcove with the door... Pockets his hands and walks parallel to them, without watching them. Thinks they need a distraction. Whispers to Yvls, as he is still nearby: "Any ideas? Might need a distraction of some kind."
"Take your shirt off." Yvls offers with a smirk. "Promise you that'll buy Lothar enough time to sneak in."
Currently, the only occupant of the quiet alcove is a small, bespectacled bear sitting in a low chair, dozing. It might be possible to just sneak by her.
Lothar glances around, and notices the clear coast. The skunk ducking off to the side then, to walk up to the Alcove as silently as he can manage, trying to not wake up the bear as he more or less tests to see how light of a sleeper she is!
Thelergramor nods at Yvls, and with a smirk hidden behind his scarf covered muzzle... decides against that. "Oh, I'm sure if I took it off, that priest'd wake up and not be able to keep her hands off me. But, as he did, let's just walk on by..." Still quiet. And then follows after Lothar, being as quiet as possible while trying to look innocent. And failing at the innocent looking part...
Yvls looks around in the area for a bit and then decides that the going is clear. Still though, he keeps low and tries to silence his steps from echoing in the chapel, heading towards the alcove.
The little priestess stirs quietly in her seat, but does not wake. The door looks solid and the lock strong. It is only a normal lock though, bearing none of the marks of mathemagical reinforcement or Creator mechanisms that would be on the main vaults.
Lothar taps his chin slightly, before moving to stand closer to the bear woman, as he begins to look her over to try and see if she had any keys on her! Being painfully careful to not wake her up as he does so, after all, just trying to pick the lock could wake her up and he wasnt too terribly practiced at it!
Thelergramor didn't wake up the priest! Step one complete! Now, to look at that there lock... Being somewhat adequate at lockpicking, he pulls a pair into his hands, but doesn't start on the lock. Watches Lothar, to see if his efforts give way to easily opened doors...
Yvls pauses for a moment as he notes the priest stir, but then shakes his head and watches both of his fellow thieves stall for a moment. "Hmmph." He folds his arms and then decides to just pick the lock himself, giving it a half hearted shake with his claw.
The priestess does not wake from Lothar's cursory examination, but she does not seem to be carrying any keys. Maybe one of the other priests has them. Yvls' halfhearted attempt at lock opening is unsuccessful. Looks like this is a good, sturdy lock!
Lothar straightens his posture and resists the urge to let out a disapointed sigh as he turns and shakes his head to the other two, before looking at the lock, and then off out into the rest of the building... Surely there had to be a way... Though, for his sake of it, he gives a slight shrug and looks to Thel, expecting the wolf to try what Yvls had failed to open.
Thelergramor does indeed try what Yvls failed. Gently brushing past the lynx, Thele gets kneels in front of the lock. Examines it for a few moments, for a place where he could just slip a dagger in and pop it open if he fails to pick it properly... then starts trying to pick it.
"Hmm. Looks like the items inside might have some value, then. If the lock is more complex than a simple tumbler one." The lynx tilting his head down and watching Thel again. "I should probably be more patient." He whispers, hushed.
No luck. The lock rattles, but does not catch. This could get tricky if the trio does not get past the lock soon. The little priestess stirs a little, but does not wake.
