Time Stamp -=20th of Spring, 511 AV=-
Location -=Tarsin's Boarding House=-
his spoiled son, and his personal guards had been spilled in the premeditated
assault. Everyone in the expensive mansion had been viciously murdered at the
rectifying hands of the trio, all except the rotund merchant's slave. She was a
delicate little creature that displayed an innocent beauty, a beauty that had
stricken Syndre the first time he had laid eyes upon her. The nefarious rogue had
spent numerous bells staking out Dorion's residence, taking note of the comings
and goings of those that inhabited the large home before the crime was committed.
He especially enjoyed the stalking of the youthful slave when she was sent into
the city streets to perform minor errands for her Master. The time spent observing
the petite woman had played with his hazen mind, peaking his interest to the
point that he needed to have her.
from the group to follow up on other mischievous deeds. He had sent Robert, his
personal protector, to look after the stolen slave while he was away on business.
The intimidating mercenary had taken Aki back to his employer's home on the poorer
loop of the floating city, standing guard outside the door to the small room until
Syndre's return. The aspiring thief didn't return to the Boarding House until
early the next morning before the sun had a chance to rise. Once he had graced
his henchman with his presence, the two men briefly conversed about their activities
the night before. Relieved from the boredom of his guard duties, Robert was
happily sent on his way, leaving Syndre alone in the empty hallway.
his door as his gloved hands slipped into the recesses of two miniature pockets,
his leather encased digits fishing out a pair of oiled iron keys. His lazy
ministrations managed to free his own personal lock with an audible click,
then the less complicated lock embedded in the entrance was effortlessly released.
With applied pressure from his tilted head, the tired rogue pushed the door to
his simple chamber open with a lingering creak. A single candle had been lit
a few bells before his arrival and had melted down a considerable distance, the
soft illumination it provided washed the dark clothed thief in its warm glow.
Syndre turned after entering the dimly lit room, quietly pushing the wooden
entry shut before resetting each protective lock with a turn of either key.
facing the rest of the chamber, for he didn't want the slave's wandering eyes to
follow the exact location of the hidden keys. Perhaps he was being too cautious,
she was probably asleep from the stressful night she had just endured. Being as
tired as he was, he didn't pay much attention to whether she was awake or not.
He turned slowly about upon a buckle strapped boot, finally scanning the familiar
surroundings with the brilliance of his blue eyes. There wasn't much to behold
because the thief did not spend much time here. The only purpose this undecorated
dwelling provided was a bed for sleeping and a secure place to store his few
possessions. He noticed the injured woman lying upon the stiff bed, though he
couldn't tell in the faint light if she had fallen asleep or if she was laying
awake.
Location -=Tarsin's Boarding House=-
It was the morning after Syndre and his two shady associates had
successfully raided Dorion's exquisite manor, the blood of the wealthy merchant,his spoiled son, and his personal guards had been spilled in the premeditated
assault. Everyone in the expensive mansion had been viciously murdered at the
rectifying hands of the trio, all except the rotund merchant's slave. She was a
delicate little creature that displayed an innocent beauty, a beauty that had
stricken Syndre the first time he had laid eyes upon her. The nefarious rogue had
spent numerous bells staking out Dorion's residence, taking note of the comings
and goings of those that inhabited the large home before the crime was committed.
He especially enjoyed the stalking of the youthful slave when she was sent into
the city streets to perform minor errands for her Master. The time spent observing
the petite woman had played with his hazen mind, peaking his interest to the
point that he needed to have her.
After the small band of vermin had exacted revenge upon the
well off merchant for placing a bounty on the rogue's bodyguard, Syndre had splitfrom the group to follow up on other mischievous deeds. He had sent Robert, his
personal protector, to look after the stolen slave while he was away on business.
The intimidating mercenary had taken Aki back to his employer's home on the poorer
loop of the floating city, standing guard outside the door to the small room until
Syndre's return. The aspiring thief didn't return to the Boarding House until
early the next morning before the sun had a chance to rise. Once he had graced
his henchman with his presence, the two men briefly conversed about their activities
the night before. Relieved from the boredom of his guard duties, Robert was
happily sent on his way, leaving Syndre alone in the empty hallway.
The Ravokian drug dealer was exhausted and in need of some well deserved
rest. The pale surface of his forehead came to rest against the smooth wood of his door as his gloved hands slipped into the recesses of two miniature pockets,
his leather encased digits fishing out a pair of oiled iron keys. His lazy
ministrations managed to free his own personal lock with an audible click,
then the less complicated lock embedded in the entrance was effortlessly released.
With applied pressure from his tilted head, the tired rogue pushed the door to
his simple chamber open with a lingering creak. A single candle had been lit
a few bells before his arrival and had melted down a considerable distance, the
soft illumination it provided washed the dark clothed thief in its warm glow.
Syndre turned after entering the dimly lit room, quietly pushing the wooden
entry shut before resetting each protective lock with a turn of either key.
The diminutive iron tools were returned to two of the numerous pockets
that lined his black pants. He made sure to execute this process with his back facing the rest of the chamber, for he didn't want the slave's wandering eyes to
follow the exact location of the hidden keys. Perhaps he was being too cautious,
she was probably asleep from the stressful night she had just endured. Being as
tired as he was, he didn't pay much attention to whether she was awake or not.
He turned slowly about upon a buckle strapped boot, finally scanning the familiar
surroundings with the brilliance of his blue eyes. There wasn't much to behold
because the thief did not spend much time here. The only purpose this undecorated
dwelling provided was a bed for sleeping and a secure place to store his few
possessions. He noticed the injured woman lying upon the stiff bed, though he
couldn't tell in the faint light if she had fallen asleep or if she was laying
awake.