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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The back rooms of the Thieves' Guild are dark and a little dingy. The floorboards creak incessantly and the kerosene lamps emit foul, black smoke. A rather uncouth looking boar has led the way to a grime covered door, indistinguishable from any of the others in these tunnels under Mange Square. He knocks three times, then two, then four. A voice comes from inside. "Let them in."<br> <br>Zuri peers behind the group when they pause by the door, instinctively seeking to ensure they're not being seen or followed. The salamander has dressed for the occasion, bringing along a less extravagant and more practical outfit for what is sure to be some manner of shady business. He waits for the door to be opened and slinks in, his sinuous tail trailing behind him. He offers the occupants a rather out-of-place friendly smile.<br> <br>Serana flicks her tail softly, the female following after the salamander with her coat tied tight enough that her figure could easily be seen. On her chest was four pistols her waist had two, and her cutlasses. She taps her boot against her other to see how secure it was before wandering in and standing off to the left a bit leaning against the wall<br> <br>Beyond the door is a strange sight. The room revealed is not another dingy cell in the underground complex, but rather a well furnished, well lit study of some kind! Sturdy shelves line the walls, filled with books and interesting objects and a small fire burns in an ornate fireplace with a pair of well upholstered couches placed before it. The main feature of the room, however is a sturdy desk, immaculately arranged with a sleek, black panther behind it, wearing fine clothes and a silver scarf. "Oh," he says, looking at Serana, "It's you." The panther's gaze is not especially friendly as it moves from the shark to the smiling little Salamander. "You are both here about my notice, I assume?" he asks in a low, rich voice.<br> <br>Zuri peers around the room as he paces inside, his eyes coming to rest on the panther only after admiring the contents of the room. His smile never leaves him throughout, and he nods in response. "Yes sir. High risk, high pay are four words I simply cannot pass up. I assume you're in need of something done quickly and discretely? If so, I'm sure we can more than accomodate your needs."<br> <br>Serana flicks her tail a bit "Of course." the Shark responds her gaze equally friendly, unsure if she remembers the panther before her. I assume you need an... 'aquisition?' flicks her tail some more, hands resting on her hip "Or something else entirely?" The underworld does know her rather differently, depending on the person.<br> <br>The panther frowns and fingers a pin on his coat shaped like a red hand. "Acquisitions," he says, tasting the word, "Yes, that is a good word for what I require." He caps a bottle of ink and sets aside his quill, obviously in no hurry ro address the pair before him. "A certain item has recently come to my attention that is certainly in the wrong hands," he says, turning a sheet of paper around and sliding it across the table, "This is a drawing of a statuette affectionately dubbed 'The Cat's Paw.'" |
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| + | The drawing shows a feminine figure in flowing drapery, sculpted in incredible detail standing just in front of a much more impressionistic male figure. It is beautiful and a little unnerving. "It is in the possession of one Janus Ishtara," he says, "A visiting. . . dignitary of Ishara. I am told that he never travels without the statue. I would like you to. . . acquire it."<br> <br>Zuri peers over the table to regard the drawing. He crinkles his nose in thought. "Hm.. an Ashteran." He peers up at the panther. "Where are they situated right now? I assume Janus Ashtera will be staying somewhere well appointed." He looks back down at the picture as he continues to muse. "Wily Isharans like they are, they will be expecting trouble even where there isn't any. We'll need to figure things out to get in and out clean."<br> <br>Serana humphs "Ishara." she seems to hiss the name "Alright. I imagine the mark is to be unharmed?" she sighs, flicking her tail some more "Especially considering the sensitivity of such an... 'Aquisition.' Of course, he could just reside on his ship, where his guard and such can be trusted and know their posts and locations."<br> <br>"The shark is correct," the panther says, "Janus is most likely to keep the figurine on his ship, The Mamba, currently in the harbor." He carefully arranges a stack of papers and sets them aside. "I could not care less about how you go about getting the statue," he says, "But if you are caught, there will be no help for you. If trouble follows you back to me, rest assured, I will not be here and you will receive no payment. Are there any questions?"<br> <br>Zuri looks back at the shark, nodding. "The ship is very likely, yea." He turns back to the panther and grins. "Alright, ship assault it is. I'd prefer to do it clean, slip in and slip out unseen, don't like trouble." He shakes his head. "No questions from me." He turns back to Serana, waiting to see what she has to say.<br> <br>Serana flicks her tail "Be mindful of the guard, they know their ship inside and out. I'd attempt to assault from the water, crawl in through a hole we can make in the hull, or straight up walk through the front guards. Best we go in through the hull. Can you manage that?<br> <br>Seeing that the conversation is over, the panther waves a hand, banishing the duo from the room where the unkempt boar waits to take them back to the surface.<br> <br>Zuri paces back with Serana as they navigate the tunnels. "Through the hull? Like, smashing it or using explosives? That's probably going to be tricky, and not something I can do without preparation." He smiles. "Assaulting from the water seems like a good idea however, I like the way you're thinking. We should be able to easily climb over the side."<br> <br>Serana shakes her head "There will be guards on the main deck. Very bad idea to crawl over the side." she hums "Easier to just attempt to cut through the hull with some sort of magic, or blow a hole and let the commotion take over. If we're going to be exploding anything, however, we'd need to blast a hole far enough in the front of the ship they won't notice us slipping in the back, preferably at water level, to give them ample distraction."<br> <br>The boar leaves the pair at the trapdoor in the thieves' guild, leaving them to find their own way to the harbor. The Mamba is not hard to find. It is a fine, busy vessel, crawling with industrious sailors making cat calls at each other and hualing cargo. The ship's name is painted carefully on the side toward the prow, but it seems to be flying Shralestan colors!<br> <br>Zuri spends the rest of the walk musing on the shark's words. As they arrive at the docks they pace towards a quiet area where they can overlook the Mamba without being spotted. He turns to his friend and speaks in a lower voice. "I'm afraid I don't really have the means to puncture anything into a ship's hull. Fire Mathemagic isn't my forte." He smiles. "I'm more subtle than that. But if you have an idea I'm all for it." He peers over at the ship, still considering. | ||
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The back rooms of the Thieves' Guild are dark and a little dingy. The floorboards creak incessantly and the kerosene lamps emit foul, black smoke. A rather uncouth looking boar has led the way to a grime covered door, indistinguishable from any of the others in these tunnels under Mange Square. He knocks three times, then two, then four. A voice comes from inside. "Let them in."
Zuri peers behind the group when they pause by the door, instinctively seeking to ensure they're not being seen or followed. The salamander has dressed for the occasion, bringing along a less extravagant and more practical outfit for what is sure to be some manner of shady business. He waits for the door to be opened and slinks in, his sinuous tail trailing behind him. He offers the occupants a rather out-of-place friendly smile.
Serana flicks her tail softly, the female following after the salamander with her coat tied tight enough that her figure could easily be seen. On her chest was four pistols her waist had two, and her cutlasses. She taps her boot against her other to see how secure it was before wandering in and standing off to the left a bit leaning against the wall
Beyond the door is a strange sight. The room revealed is not another dingy cell in the underground complex, but rather a well furnished, well lit study of some kind! Sturdy shelves line the walls, filled with books and interesting objects and a small fire burns in an ornate fireplace with a pair of well upholstered couches placed before it. The main feature of the room, however is a sturdy desk, immaculately arranged with a sleek, black panther behind it, wearing fine clothes and a silver scarf. "Oh," he says, looking at Serana, "It's you." The panther's gaze is not especially friendly as it moves from the shark to the smiling little Salamander. "You are both here about my notice, I assume?" he asks in a low, rich voice.
Zuri peers around the room as he paces inside, his eyes coming to rest on the panther only after admiring the contents of the room. His smile never leaves him throughout, and he nods in response. "Yes sir. High risk, high pay are four words I simply cannot pass up. I assume you're in need of something done quickly and discretely? If so, I'm sure we can more than accomodate your needs."
Serana flicks her tail a bit "Of course." the Shark responds her gaze equally friendly, unsure if she remembers the panther before her. I assume you need an... 'aquisition?' flicks her tail some more, hands resting on her hip "Or something else entirely?" The underworld does know her rather differently, depending on the person.
The panther frowns and fingers a pin on his coat shaped like a red hand. "Acquisitions," he says, tasting the word, "Yes, that is a good word for what I require." He caps a bottle of ink and sets aside his quill, obviously in no hurry ro address the pair before him. "A certain item has recently come to my attention that is certainly in the wrong hands," he says, turning a sheet of paper around and sliding it across the table, "This is a drawing of a statuette affectionately dubbed 'The Cat's Paw.'"
The drawing shows a feminine figure in flowing drapery, sculpted in incredible detail standing just in front of a much more impressionistic male figure. It is beautiful and a little unnerving. "It is in the possession of one Janus Ishtara," he says, "A visiting. . . dignitary of Ishara. I am told that he never travels without the statue. I would like you to. . . acquire it."
Zuri peers over the table to regard the drawing. He crinkles his nose in thought. "Hm.. an Ashteran." He peers up at the panther. "Where are they situated right now? I assume Janus Ashtera will be staying somewhere well appointed." He looks back down at the picture as he continues to muse. "Wily Isharans like they are, they will be expecting trouble even where there isn't any. We'll need to figure things out to get in and out clean."
Serana humphs "Ishara." she seems to hiss the name "Alright. I imagine the mark is to be unharmed?" she sighs, flicking her tail some more "Especially considering the sensitivity of such an... 'Aquisition.' Of course, he could just reside on his ship, where his guard and such can be trusted and know their posts and locations."
"The shark is correct," the panther says, "Janus is most likely to keep the figurine on his ship, The Mamba, currently in the harbor." He carefully arranges a stack of papers and sets them aside. "I could not care less about how you go about getting the statue," he says, "But if you are caught, there will be no help for you. If trouble follows you back to me, rest assured, I will not be here and you will receive no payment. Are there any questions?"
Zuri looks back at the shark, nodding. "The ship is very likely, yea." He turns back to the panther and grins. "Alright, ship assault it is. I'd prefer to do it clean, slip in and slip out unseen, don't like trouble." He shakes his head. "No questions from me." He turns back to Serana, waiting to see what she has to say.
Serana flicks her tail "Be mindful of the guard, they know their ship inside and out. I'd attempt to assault from the water, crawl in through a hole we can make in the hull, or straight up walk through the front guards. Best we go in through the hull. Can you manage that?
Seeing that the conversation is over, the panther waves a hand, banishing the duo from the room where the unkempt boar waits to take them back to the surface.
Zuri paces back with Serana as they navigate the tunnels. "Through the hull? Like, smashing it or using explosives? That's probably going to be tricky, and not something I can do without preparation." He smiles. "Assaulting from the water seems like a good idea however, I like the way you're thinking. We should be able to easily climb over the side."
Serana shakes her head "There will be guards on the main deck. Very bad idea to crawl over the side." she hums "Easier to just attempt to cut through the hull with some sort of magic, or blow a hole and let the commotion take over. If we're going to be exploding anything, however, we'd need to blast a hole far enough in the front of the ship they won't notice us slipping in the back, preferably at water level, to give them ample distraction."
The boar leaves the pair at the trapdoor in the thieves' guild, leaving them to find their own way to the harbor. The Mamba is not hard to find. It is a fine, busy vessel, crawling with industrious sailors making cat calls at each other and hualing cargo. The ship's name is painted carefully on the side toward the prow, but it seems to be flying Shralestan colors!
Zuri spends the rest of the walk musing on the shark's words. As they arrive at the docks they pace towards a quiet area where they can overlook the Mamba without being spotted. He turns to his friend and speaks in a lower voice. "I'm afraid I don't really have the means to puncture anything into a ship's hull. Fire Mathemagic isn't my forte." He smiles. "I'm more subtle than that. But if you have an idea I'm all for it." He peers over at the ship, still considering.
