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Robbing the Raven that robbed the Victor (Nightfoot)

Postby Eleazar Victor Syroin on February 27th, 2015, 12:12 am

OOCIt's not brilliant but my writing atm has been takinga nosedive. Really sorry for the wait. :/ I'll focus of getting you quick replies. I hate it when job threads are slow.

82nd of Winter, 514A.V.

The air was ripe with the scent of rotting fish, the day was new and the streets were slowly fill with those not hungover from the night before. O what a beautiful Sunberthian morning! The market was back to thriving as normal despite the extreme cold of the past season. This didn't stop Eleazar from shuddering in his thin coat as he kept an eye on the passing crowd. With the season drawing to a close, the traffic of people had picked up again. However he was still finding a distasteful number of layers of clothing between him and anything valuable. Shyke. He would get caught long before he got anything and the icy streets wouldn't help his escape either. Giving up on pickpocketing, the thief joined the flow of people to take stock of the stock available that day.

Wondering about casually, it didn't take long before something catch the teen's eye. Or more actually before he was momentarily blinded by light and nearly fell over into a patch of snow. The source of the light turned out to be an incredibly reflective silver pendant, on the edge of their seemily unguarded stall. Ha! The stall owner nearby obviously hadn't been properly introduced to Sunberth yet. This would be too easy. Grinning at his luck, Eleazar tried to appear uninterested as he moved in closer. Loitering nearby the stall pretending to be browsing, a sudden lull in the crowd gave him his opportunity. Pushing off the ground, the teen made a grab at his prize and sped off.

Momentarily confused when he didn't hear the normal cries of protest, the thief was about to shrug it off when he was suddenly grabbed from behind. Yelping in surprise, Beefy hand hauled him backwards as he struggled against his unknown attacker. This obvious got annoying as Eleazar quickly felt strong arms hook under him armpits pinning him to a thick chest as his heels dragged and kicked again the ground. Ow. Ouch. Ow! Buggery hai! Oi,hat was very painful! He vocalised these complaints to his captor. A gruff male voice replied with 'Tough.' as an answer pulling his flailing form along even harder. Scowling when they finally stopped, the thief's attention turned to the only thing left in his line of sight, the sick, satisfied look of the old stall owner as she snatched the pendant back, twirling it round a finger menacingly.

“Whoa, there boy. Nearly got the run on us but we gotcha. Ha ha, I know someone that will pay good money for a thief like you.”


“Ah brilliant! Ay could really do wi' a job 'ese days. So ef you could just let mi go 'n' point mi in 'e direction o' whose hirin' 'at would be fantastic...."

“Ha ha, no. It's not to hire you. It's to get rid of vermin like you.”


“Great......”


The pendant was returned to it's original place as the merchant got back to business, signalling who Eleazar was now assuming was a guard of sorts, to drag him off. Arms still locking him in place, the thief tried to stomp on the man's feet to no avail. Cursing loudly, a glimmer out the corner of his eye drew the young man's attention way from his game for whack-a-foot. What the petch had that been? He soon found out.
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Robbing the Raven that robbed the Victor (Nightfoot)

Postby Raven Nightfoot on March 2nd, 2015, 5:44 pm

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Robbing the Raven that robbed the Victor (Nightfoot)

Postby Raven Nightfoot on April 11th, 2015, 1:57 pm

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It was good to be back out on the streets, after the long and unbearably cold winter that had kept her hiding indoors for most of the season. It had been a winter like no other she'd ever experienced, one that might not have been as much of an inconvenience had she been in Syliras or Nyka or Ravok, where the weather didn't seem to change much at all, or anywhere other than the ramshackled city of Sunberth. The structures, if you could call them that, within the city were hardly equipped to shelter its citizens from such harsh conditions and since it was far too cold to work much Raven had been left without much money to comfortably sustain her existence, having to endure a weak but persistent cold for most of the season.

But, that was all over now, as the new year drew nearer, so too did the unbearable cold of the season begin to give way for the warmth of the spring and while it was still by no means warm, Raven found the slowly increasing temperatures to be far more survivable. So, running dangerously low of coin, the young thief had taken to the streets once more in search of prey, glad to be back on the prowl as she observed the many possible targets that passed her by. The icy bite of the season still hung in the air, nipping at any skin that was unlucky enough to be exposed and so Raven had covered as much of it as she possibly could while still remaining comfortable enough to employ the various skills needed to survive her line of work, or Sunberth in general.

Life as a thief was far more challenging and even more less rewarding than she had hoped when she'd decided to make it a way of life all those many years ago. Even in a city that condoned crime, or rather just didn't have the means to stop it, making a healthy living off of other people's belongings had proven to be a difficult task. It was for this reason that the dazzling flash of light that drew Raven's amber gaze toward the valuable looking silver pendant had seemed like a sign from Yhsul herself, one that she did not intend to waste.

Stopping dead in her tracks to observe her new target from a safe distance, Raven couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from rising upward into a smirk. She'd grown significantly more observant during her years of shenanigans and it had proven to itself be a useful skill, however mundane it might have seemed. With a short glance she had gathered a list of key details about the pendant's position, surroundings and it's, current, owner, and had already begun to map out a plan of action. The valuable item rested upon one of the many stalls where citizens and visitors alike tried to make some coin by selling their wares, this particular one was nearer to the end of the market and it's owner, a grumpy looking woman seemed to be wholly unaware of the blatant availability of the item in her possession.

Having already looked around and plotted the nearest path away from the situation should things go awry, Raven began casually stalking closer to her target, stopping and pretending to inspect the wares of every few stores to give the illusion that she was just another, albeit curious, potential customer browsing the market. It wasn't until she'd reached the last stall before the one that held the silver pendant, when it was almost within her grasp, that she noticed a suspicious looking figure, just in time to see the person snatch the item she had been courting for the past chime or two.

The moment the item was in the thief's grasp he darted off in the opposite direction, drawing a muttered "Petch!" from Raven's lips as she watched her chance slip away, she could have given chase but then she would have drawn attention to herself and possibly ruined any other potential snatches within the area, besides, there was no guarantee that she would catch him. Unfortunately for the fleeing thief, it seemed that being caught was inevitable as after only a few sprinting steps, a large figure appeared from behind the store to snatch the snatcher, grabbing him from behind and putting an immediate end to any hope of quick escape the thief might have had.

The owner of the pendant and stall only laughed a loud and cruel cackle as she snatched the item from the struggling thief's grasp and placed it back in it's original position all her attention turned on directing her smug expression at the poor criminal. The pendant, the distracted woman, it had all been a trap put in place to lure unfortunate thieves into being caught and by the sounds of it, sold to someone who was not quite fond of them. A soft sigh escaped Raven's lips as her heart did a small jump, that had almost been her, a few ticks longer and she would be the one struggling for her life as she was dragged to whatever unfortunate situation awaited her.

For the second time that day she felt grateful to the goddess Yhsul, though now that the unseen(and unknown) threat had been identified, Raven realised that she was still in need of some coin and more importantly, that the owner and her 'guard' were both completely focused on the unlucky fool that they'd just captured. Not wasting a second, Raven strolled passed the stall, snatching the silver pendant from it for the second time within a chime and passing behind the smug woman undetected as she walked with a brisk pace towards the nearest corner, turning behind it and breaking the line of sight as she continued on down the path in a regular inconspicuous manner, a bright smile on her face as she examined the beautiful pendant in her hand.
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Robbing the Raven that robbed the Victor (Nightfoot)

Postby Eleazar Victor Syroin on May 31st, 2015, 6:26 pm

The glimmer disappeared the moment a delicate swoosh of midnight black hair swooped by. It took a few moments after this for the thief to realise what had just happened. The pendant had gone. Disappearing the moment the figure had moved past it. The merchant's prey had stolen the bait whilst the trap had been triggered. They had used his struggling as a distraction? Clever, if irritating. Shocked and impressed, the thief mind pondered a moment before realising this was the perfect distraction. Welling up his courage and nerve, Eleazar turned his attention to the stall owner.

“Oi Hag! Ay wonder what 'appened to 'at pendant!”

His voice was loud and provocative, mouth grinning as he waited from something in the iron grip holding him to waiver. The merchant gave the thief a dismissive gaze, eyes briefly glancing over the empty spot before she took a double take. Full on smirking now as the merchant began yelling at her hired muscle, thief relaxed against the man's hold. Sure enough, the man stopped dragging him backwards and focused his attention towards his boss' outrage. Taking the opportunity, Eleazar slammed his heel as hard as he could into the fragile toes of his captor and throwing his head backward as he did. A howl echoed around his ears followed by an angry growl as the man's nose met the back of the thief's head.

Feeling the grip on him slip, Eleazar sprung forward, balls of his feet digging into the ground as he got an arm free. A beefy hand, however, refused to relinquish his left arm, slipping down it to crush his wrist. Spun out from the motion, the brunette continued to pull against the brute in vain. The vagik didn't budge in the slightest. Still trying to tug away, panic filled him when the man other hand left his bruised nose. Oh shyke. Out of options, Eleazar lunged forward, sinking his teeth into the poor man's fleshy hand. Tightening his jaw as hard as he could, fingers quickly uncurled from his wrist when the taste of blood entered his mouth. Spitting out the appendage, the thief quickly backed off, turned and took off as fast as he could.

“You little shyke!”

Swearing again, the unfortunate guard was once more being yelled at by his boss. Making use of the commotion, Eleazar weaved through the crowd, craning his neck to see through the flow of people. Damn it. Where had that mystery thief gotten to? Hopping back and forth between bodies, a multiple blips of black haired individuals appeared in the crowd. Great, now which one had his pendant? Eliminating the ones that were obvious too unique or physically odd to count, his search was whittled down to it's last two candidates. Heading toward the closest one, he could just make out the fact she was holding something. Peering over the crowd on his toes, he tried to see what it was, bumping to those around him as he did. The pendant maybe?

The thief didn't get to check as a violent shove sent him sprawling to the ground. Grunting and wiping the dirt of his face, a shout from not far enough away sent him running. Turns out the guard was coming after him again. Brilliant. Barging through the crowd as best he could, Eleazar tried in vain to reach the dark haired female much to the distress of those in his way. Eventually elbowing his way past a bald man, whilst in the middle distance the guard shouldered a woman buying eggs out the way. The thief reached out and tried to grab the woman's shoulder before she could walk any further away.

OOCIf anything needs to be changed PM me. Sorry for the delay, Exams really do suck the creativity out of a person.
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