The 56th of Summer 514AV
Night, it was always night time when the thieving bat decided to go and trespass, treasure hunt in other’s dwellings, enriching himself a tad bit in the process. Maybe a little more than a tad bit. However, it couldn’t be said that the thief was one who’d strip his targets of all their riches, money and necessities to survive in this world where coin equaled strength and the most successful were at the top of the food chain so to speak. For a Kelvic who held nor the knowledge and academic patience for a bureaucratic job, nor the skill and handiness for an art or craft, survival in a world like these was by living in the wild or thieving. Brandon had opted for the latter, the fact that he thought it would be exciting had steered that decision.
Since he first started his ‘business’ a lot of things had changed, all but one thing, he still acted at night. Something about it attracted him, be it because it was natural for him or because he felt safer when cloaked, enveloped by the dark. What had changed, however, were his attire, his modus operandi –though slightly- and his employer. Hm, Kriegsfelt…. That man would feel the bat’s wrath one day, but not just yet. He’d have to bide his time, wait for the right moment, and first and foremost he should find a way to escape the merchant’s grasp. He was doomed to be Mr. Black’s slave forever otherwise.
After a couple of chimes of walking and sticking to the shadows, Elysium Hall loomed before him, a grand mansion occupied by and constructed for no-one else than the Councilor Radiant of Magic and Foreign Affairs. Besides her title and pompous residence Brandon did know but little about the Councilor, his employer only having told him ‘what he needed to know’. Yeah right, he knew just nothing, which probably was the maximum amount of knowledge he was allowed to possess about this job.
It was quite the strange task as well, for one or other reason Kriegsfelt wanted him to sneak into the mansion and steal some papers, wreck the Councilor’s office and get the hell out of there. That was easier said than done, places like these were usually quite secure, and due to the position of the Councilor, she had some guards too. Not that there were a lot of them, no, just too and they stood in front of the gate. A gate that didn’t even needed to be passed, for one or other reason, the Councilor had opted for a wall only half as tall as Brandon, instead of a high one. Low enough for the bat to jump over without any problems.
Of course, he wouldn’t do that right in front of the guards, low or high, crossing the boundary set by the wall was still trespassing, so he’d have to do it someplace else. The backside of the house seemed appropriate, quiet, dark and not watched. A grin appeared when he decided to make this a little more challenging and fancy, starting to run towards the low wall, jumping as high as he could while tumbling forwards through the air, hands slapping down on skyglass, legs still continuing their upward arch. It was an attempt to come to a stop in handstand on the wall, but it seemed he had applied a bit too much speed when running, thus having too much momentum.
No matter, no matter, a fierce push of his arms and hands launched himself skyward once more, the momentum of his legs dragging him forwards. Booted feet started a downward arch while torso and head did the exact opposite, whirling back upright before he touched the ground again. The landing was soft, a bed of roses catching his feet and hands when he crouched upon contact with it instantly. While he wouldn’t wear his gloves during his true break-in attempts, he wore them now still, fortunately for him since the roses sported thorns that refused to let go of his cape unless he came to force them to give up one by one.
At last when that ordeal was over with, he could start sneak around the place, the tall shadows of the mansion and even the wall made visible by Leth were large enough to hide in, though flowerbeds with roses planted in them were avoided at all costs, Brandon had no need for a torn cloak, neither for having to go and pick the thorns out of the cape each and every chime if he wanted to advance. Good thing that it was a cloudy night, large masses of black fluffy cotton drifted by and gave the bat a lift in the shade they produced. Before long he had reached the front door, a gigantic couple of heavy-looking ones…. A pair of massive portals. Not just that was what took the bat’s breath, but also the skyglass that wasn’t only used to construct the wall with, but was prominent here and there on the façade of the mansion as well, the whole residence bathing in a pleasant and warm glow.
Annoyingly however, was that if he’d need to climb the building he’d be easily spotted by any who dared to stare at the magnificent piece of architecture. He could try to pick the lock on the front door though, but that was in plain sight and due to the skyglass it was lit as well. Damn, was this the reason the Councilor had demanded the celestial material to be used for her residence? Or was it just because she had thought it would be stylish? A low grumble escaped him, Brandon already frustrated, but excited all the same, this would be a challenge as well! If there was one thing he could say about Kriegsfelt than it was that he knew to pick the people he wanted to be robbed, the thief had never before undertaken such potentially dangerous and worthy jobs like the ones he had been doing ever since he had been claimed by Mr. Black. Too bad he didn’t get paid, then he might have liked it a bit more….
Night, it was always night time when the thieving bat decided to go and trespass, treasure hunt in other’s dwellings, enriching himself a tad bit in the process. Maybe a little more than a tad bit. However, it couldn’t be said that the thief was one who’d strip his targets of all their riches, money and necessities to survive in this world where coin equaled strength and the most successful were at the top of the food chain so to speak. For a Kelvic who held nor the knowledge and academic patience for a bureaucratic job, nor the skill and handiness for an art or craft, survival in a world like these was by living in the wild or thieving. Brandon had opted for the latter, the fact that he thought it would be exciting had steered that decision.
Since he first started his ‘business’ a lot of things had changed, all but one thing, he still acted at night. Something about it attracted him, be it because it was natural for him or because he felt safer when cloaked, enveloped by the dark. What had changed, however, were his attire, his modus operandi –though slightly- and his employer. Hm, Kriegsfelt…. That man would feel the bat’s wrath one day, but not just yet. He’d have to bide his time, wait for the right moment, and first and foremost he should find a way to escape the merchant’s grasp. He was doomed to be Mr. Black’s slave forever otherwise.
After a couple of chimes of walking and sticking to the shadows, Elysium Hall loomed before him, a grand mansion occupied by and constructed for no-one else than the Councilor Radiant of Magic and Foreign Affairs. Besides her title and pompous residence Brandon did know but little about the Councilor, his employer only having told him ‘what he needed to know’. Yeah right, he knew just nothing, which probably was the maximum amount of knowledge he was allowed to possess about this job.
It was quite the strange task as well, for one or other reason Kriegsfelt wanted him to sneak into the mansion and steal some papers, wreck the Councilor’s office and get the hell out of there. That was easier said than done, places like these were usually quite secure, and due to the position of the Councilor, she had some guards too. Not that there were a lot of them, no, just too and they stood in front of the gate. A gate that didn’t even needed to be passed, for one or other reason, the Councilor had opted for a wall only half as tall as Brandon, instead of a high one. Low enough for the bat to jump over without any problems.
Of course, he wouldn’t do that right in front of the guards, low or high, crossing the boundary set by the wall was still trespassing, so he’d have to do it someplace else. The backside of the house seemed appropriate, quiet, dark and not watched. A grin appeared when he decided to make this a little more challenging and fancy, starting to run towards the low wall, jumping as high as he could while tumbling forwards through the air, hands slapping down on skyglass, legs still continuing their upward arch. It was an attempt to come to a stop in handstand on the wall, but it seemed he had applied a bit too much speed when running, thus having too much momentum.
No matter, no matter, a fierce push of his arms and hands launched himself skyward once more, the momentum of his legs dragging him forwards. Booted feet started a downward arch while torso and head did the exact opposite, whirling back upright before he touched the ground again. The landing was soft, a bed of roses catching his feet and hands when he crouched upon contact with it instantly. While he wouldn’t wear his gloves during his true break-in attempts, he wore them now still, fortunately for him since the roses sported thorns that refused to let go of his cape unless he came to force them to give up one by one.
At last when that ordeal was over with, he could start sneak around the place, the tall shadows of the mansion and even the wall made visible by Leth were large enough to hide in, though flowerbeds with roses planted in them were avoided at all costs, Brandon had no need for a torn cloak, neither for having to go and pick the thorns out of the cape each and every chime if he wanted to advance. Good thing that it was a cloudy night, large masses of black fluffy cotton drifted by and gave the bat a lift in the shade they produced. Before long he had reached the front door, a gigantic couple of heavy-looking ones…. A pair of massive portals. Not just that was what took the bat’s breath, but also the skyglass that wasn’t only used to construct the wall with, but was prominent here and there on the façade of the mansion as well, the whole residence bathing in a pleasant and warm glow.
Annoyingly however, was that if he’d need to climb the building he’d be easily spotted by any who dared to stare at the magnificent piece of architecture. He could try to pick the lock on the front door though, but that was in plain sight and due to the skyglass it was lit as well. Damn, was this the reason the Councilor had demanded the celestial material to be used for her residence? Or was it just because she had thought it would be stylish? A low grumble escaped him, Brandon already frustrated, but excited all the same, this would be a challenge as well! If there was one thing he could say about Kriegsfelt than it was that he knew to pick the people he wanted to be robbed, the thief had never before undertaken such potentially dangerous and worthy jobs like the ones he had been doing ever since he had been claimed by Mr. Black. Too bad he didn’t get paid, then he might have liked it a bit more….
Credit goes to Nyxie Nadira Draer
