Robbery of knight's arms

[Jokor]

15th of fall 1 bell 3 chimes.(01:03 in the night)

Jokor pressed himself against the wall, keeping himself hidden in the darkness of the alley,his skin still darkened from the mud he smeared on it hours ago. Although the mud began to flake a bit exposing his reall skintone beneath it,it wouldn't be that important if he was by somebody on the street, his face was concealed by an old rag anyway.
Jokor slowly krept acros the empty street keeping to the shadows most of the time.
"Just get something and get out."Jokor silently muttered to himself."I need a weapon to defend myself on the road and here are the only good ones."

He sneaked towards the door wanting to check it first before trying other more desperate messures.
He gave a light pull and he wasn't suprised when the door didn't budge.
"I didn't expect it to be unlocked anyway."He muttered silently."I guess I'l just need do it the old fasioned way." He leaned closer to the door to get a better look at the lockingmechanism. He groaned in frustration when it wasn't one of the old ,simple and rusted locks he expected. Those could be opened by some creative pushing with a stick in the hole.
"I guess the windows are just as good in that case." he ducked an took a fairly big rock from the ground,befrore sneaking around the smithy in search of a window.

[Book__wyrm]

After a bit of exploration, Jokor would find a window on the other side of the Armory. It was a relatively large window, and had just a single pane of glass, perfect for breaking open. Inside appeared to be an smithy. An Isurian was inside, forging. He was currently smelting iron ingots, and would not be done anytime soon

Obviously, this was not a good way in. However, through the open door, Jokor might be able to spot a gleam of light on the floor, indicating the presence of another window.

[Jokor]

Jokor carefully peeked through the window,cursing softly when he saw somebody was still awake this late. He would have to be very fast once he broke a window, he had no doubt about itthat the smith would hear it and come investigate as soon he heard the glass fall on the floor.
And that isurian looked like he could break Jokor in two with his bare hands. He didn't want to go up against him,even if they gave his weight in gold for it!
Jokor narowed his eyes once he saw a bit of moonlight falling on the floor in the room next to it, the sign that there was a window there but it was still very close to the smith,TO close for his comfort.He decided to check it out. Maybe there where other windows a bit farther away from the smith,giving him some more time to find a weapon and get away with it.

Jokor fell to his knees and crawled underneath the window, making sure that the smith didn't hear nor see him. He didn't want to warn him in advance,he needed every advantage he could get right now.

[Ataraxia]

Jokor would make his way around the building, to the side opposite of the one he had previously explored. Once there, he would very quickly notice not one, not two, but three possible routes into the building. The first was the most obvious; a rusted door covered halfway up it's length by old wooden crates, some broken. If he were to approach the door, he would quickly surmise that the lock beneath the doorknob was quite simple and rusted through to boot. Though it looked to be an easy way in, without being familiar with the interior layout of the armory... there was simply no way to know what was on the other side. The second was a little more assuring; a window covered by a pair of wooden shutters. One of the shutter slats was conveniently broken, giving Jokor the opportunity to look into the room if he stood on the tips of his toes. The room would be dark, with the faintest of lights illuminating the edges of what was obviously a door frame. It was impossible to see much more detail in the room due to the harsh cast shadows, but the one thing Jokor would not be able to see was the large bins full of broken and old blacksmith's tongs that resided directly beneath the window, precariously mounted on a flimsy wooden table. The third option was another window, paned in the same manner as the first window Jokor had seen. The room was well lit by a torch on the wall, and seemed to be a storage room of sorts. Jokor would see several chests and shelves lined with small metal boxes, as well as bags of unknown goods lying about. The other thing he would notice was a small Sykanis lying in the middle of the floor, blissfully asleep. Unless Jokor was able to remove the glass without breaking it and slip in very quietly, entrance without alerting the small dog seemed highly unlikely.

[Jokor]

Jokor frowned as he examined the side of the building seeing the routes to get in.
Not trusting the door behind the the boxes because he didn't know what was behind it and he was smart enough to look before he leaped. He carefully walked towards the well lit window and peered inside, a wide smile appearing on his face as he saw all the stuff inside. Neatly packed boxes and crates lined the walls a small dog sleeping inside the room.
At least some of the stuff inside got to be useful and getting that dog out of the way wouldn't be that hard. he thought, the idea of easy loot letting him completely ignoring the window with the wooden shutters.
He glanced at the dog, trying to estimate the distance between him and the dog before he threw the rock through the window hoping it also the dog. He jumped through the broken window and landed on the ground, grabbed a large piece of glass and winced as he felt the sharp sides cut in his skin. Ignoring the pain he leaped at the dog and grabbed the surprised dog by his leg and rammed the shard in its throat hoping it didn't wake up the entire house with it's noise. He quickly looked over the dog, nearly salivating as he saw the well fed dog.
Keep your stomach in check and search those chests before somebody comes! He mental reprimanded himself before he dropped the dog and got up. Quickly going to the shelves he began to rummage through the boxes and bags first keeping as quiet as he could and listening intently for footsteps of other people.

[Ataraxia]

A vicious guard dog, he had not been. Perhaps, if Jokor had examined the dog a little more closely, he may have noticed the dog's clouded eyes. With a bit more investigation, he probably would have noted that the old dog was most surely deaf. Far too late now, as the ancient Sykanis lay in a puddle of his own blood, and Jokor was busily rummaging through the room. However, the contents of the room would not be what he was expecting. Every metal tin he opened would contain nothing but hand written receipts and records, or orders that had been filled. The heavy bags? Filled with ground dog food... which, if examined, would most likely lead Jokor to notice the three dog bowls in the corner of the room. One was very small, but the other two were massive. And at that very moment, a shadow began to dance around the bottom of the only door leading out of the records room. The room was well lit, but the outer halls were apparently even brighter, thus the shadow was extremely noticeable as it darted about the bottom of the door. Soon, another joined it. Apparently, the old mutt had been a pet. The other two... those were the real guard dogs. Jokor would open one last metal container, and the resulting grinding and squealing from it's rusted joints would send the two guard dogs into a frenzy. The erratic barking and clawing at the door would definitely draw the attention of the Isurian smith Jokor had seen earlier, and he had only about ten or fifteen seconds before he would come investigate the disturbance his dogs seemed upset about. There were only two real options Jokor had at this point... Escape back through the window he had come, and hope he could either get away without being pursued or find another way in. It would be difficult, due to his murder of the old dog, and leaving a clear blood trail to the window from when he slashed himself on the glass coming in earlier. Or... there was one large wooden trunk, bigger than the rest. It could easily fit a person inside, and Jokor had already found it's contents to be nothing more than rat droppings and dust. He could hide, and hope the Isurian assumed he had retreated through the window. Either way, the element of surprise was lost.

[Jokor]

Jokor cursed as he saw the useless junk in the boxes and the bags. The loud barking and scratching at the door scaring the shit out of him.
Fuck,fuck,FUCK, how the heck am I going to get out of this!
Jokor frantically looked around the room for a place to hide, Running wasn't an option those dogs could probably find him when he ran away, the trail of blood and his scent would be a sure giveaway for any decent tracking dog. But in this room his scent was already on almost everything, as long as he could keep quiet and out of sight he might get away without a few toothmarks in his ass, or worse.
Jokor's eye fell on the large wooden trunk shoved somewhere in the corner and quickly made his way over to it, making sure that he didn't make a trail of blood and opened the chest, quickly hiding inside and closing the lid above him.
he breathed as slowly and quietly as he could while he listened for the door to open. Hoping that he would get away safely.

[Ataraxia]

Not a second after the lid to the large chest Jokor hid inside closed, he would hear the door burst open. The frantic sound of paw's and nails scratching at the ground, mixed with thunderous barks and human shouts filled the air. "What's going on in here-.... HERMAN!" bellowed a deep male voice, obviously having located the slain dog. A few seconds passed, the distinctive sounds of the dogs could be heard, probably clawing at the wall beneath the window that was broken. "Slaughter! Lynch! Here boys!" The same voice bellowed, and the sound of the man rushing from the room and the clattering of clawed feet following reverberated within the large trunk. Jokor was in luck; the Isur and the dogs had made the assumption that the intruder had already fled through the window and out into the night. Well, maybe luck wasn't the right word. As of now, Karos Cogilas, a massive Isurian steel warhammer, and two large Akinva Deerstalkers stood between Jokor and any sort of reward for his efforts. Karos and the dogs had left that room, and were now heading to the front of the store. Jokor could assume that he was going to check outside, though he couldn't be sure if both of the dogs were with him. They weren't. Unbeknown to Jokor, one of the large dogs had been left inside as the primary entrance's door slammed shut. The one called Lynch was now prowling the hallways, clearly agitated. A dog that size could maim and kill a man, as was their purpose, and would not be so easy to dispatch as a fifteen year old blind and deaf varmint hunting dog. So, again... Jokor had a choice to make. If he were to leave his hiding spot, he would see there were three primary options available to him. The door to the room had been left open, and straight down the hall the work area Jokor had seen Karos laboring in earlier was visible. Though it was likely that whatever he was working on was unfinished, there was a good chance there may be something of value lying around in there... If instead of going straight to the smith's forge room, he braved the menace of the massive guard dog and ventured down the other hallway towards the storefront's showroom, he would definitely find many fine weapons of value. However, this path was wrought with danger. Not only was one of the dogs on the loose inside that area of the building, but Jokor couldn't know how long the Smith would fool around outside before he realized Jokor never left. Then again, an entire showroom full of weapons, trinkets, and probably mizas... Or, Jokor could simply wait where he was. He would probably be able to wait for a few moments until he thought the Smith was back inside, and he could flee through the window. Obviously, he would obtain nothing... but he would escape with both life and limb.

[Jokor]

Jokor carefully lifted the lid of the chest just enough he could peek outside, giving a relieved sigh as he didn't saw the dogs or the big isur standing in the same room.
He carefully lifted the lid and stepped out of the chest, closing it behind him. He sneaked towards the side of the room carefully peeking around the corner.
Looking down the hall he could see the fire of the forge flickering. Casting long shadows down the hallway. Looking the other side he saw the path towards the front of the store.No way in hell I am going that way, I really don't want to run in with the smith and get the everlasting shit punched out of me!
He slowly walked down the hallway,towards the burning smithy making sure he didn't make a sound, he didn't want the smith,the dogs or one of its apprentices hearing that he was still crawling around here, He liked his limbs attached to his body thank you very much.

As he arrived at the forge he began looking around the room, hoping that something of value would be lying around here. He didn't want a fiasco like a few minutes ago.

[Ataraxia]

As Jokor explored the room, he would find a work in progress still glowing red from the heat of the forge sitting atop a large anvil. Seeing as taking an unfinished product wouldn't do much good, a bit more searching would be in order. As Jokor scanned the room, he would find nothing more valueble than standard smithing supplies... until he came across a certain work bench in the corner. There, he would be able to ascertain what the smith's current project would be in the end. Apparently, the smith was crafting a pair of very brutal weapons, most likely a special order from a very wealthy customer. Before him sat a finished Isurian Steel Katar, a heinous weapon designed with three blades, with the third being deployed when the other two were spread apart like scissors when a switch inside the hand guard was pressed. If Jokor were to examine the weapon, he would find that the Katar didn't seem to be fully functional... the switch didn't deploy the blade as it should, and the blades themselves seemed firmly locked in place. Perhaps the smith needed the assistance of a gadgeteer in order to make the weapon fully functional... in any case, it would still be extremely dangerous in it's current incarnation. Jokor would only have about a chime in the room before he would her telltale footsteps down the hall. Angry, thundering footsteps and shouting to boot. Apparently, the Smith had deduced that the intruder hadn't left his shop much faster than Jokor would have liked to hope. He would have only seconds to snatch the Katar if he decided to do so, and either scramble for the window, or hide yet again. The window Jokor had looked through was visible, as was a plethora of hiding spots within the room itself. A pitch black store closet full of tools was right next to the work bench he had found the Katar, as well as a pile of boxes with a few barrels. If Jokor hopped inside one, he could pull the lid over the barrel and hide there. All in all, it depended on whether Jokor would retreat with his current spoils, or brave further intrusion for even more riches.