The Narim Bank

[Sarah]

The Narim Bank

The Bank was one of the more prestigious, and old buildings in all of Narim, situated close to the Aedile's office. Unlike the wooden structures of most stores and home, the bank was carved from blocks of stone. As you enter the large, double door into the back, the polished floors shine back at you, with the glittering of a large chandelier. A large portion of the back part of the main room has been portioned to make a what looks like a row of desks, they are quite tall, and would come up the chest area of most average human females.

The clerk that you approach is sitting on a very large stool, its top cushion made of purple velvet, and on top of that sits an aging and skin weathered hobbit man. He is reading over some papers on the high desk in front oh him, his half moon glasses sitting on the end of his hooked nose. As you get closer you see that a young elven man sits in a chair just behind the hobbit and his stool making notes of some kind – you assume he is the assistant of some kind.

“Serale,” the Hobbit speaks standing of his stool and giving you a bow from his waist. “How may I, Haroldr Fluffleface serve you on behalf of Narim’s finest building, the bank?” Then he looks to the elf. “Oh and this is my assistant Halrein,” the hobbit then waits patiently for your reply.

[Vile]

As Vile walks into the bank he is struck b a feeling of humbleness because of the grand a design of this wonderful building, and thinks to himself, “I wonder how many crowns it took to build a place like this?” Before Vile relives it he has walked up to a clerk sitting on a large stool. Vile says to the clerk in a humbled voice, “Nice building yall have here. Who would I give this to.” Vile pulls the voucher Out of his right hip pocket, and shows it to the clerk.

[Sarah]

Vile
The aging hobbit looks over at Vile through his spectacles. The clerk hmmms and ummm for a moment looking over the voucher. "Well there sonny," Halroldr says taking the partchment from Vile's hands. "Yep...that be Misstress Patricia's signiture all right," The hobbit the coughs quietly, eyeing his elven assistant who stands, and takes the voucher looking over it himself.

"3000 crowns is a lot of crowns young man," the hobbit says. "So how many would you like in the metal, and how many bank notes would you like?"

OOC: Its juts normal money, and you pay everything in the regular crowns, just realisitically speaking you couldn't carry 3000 crowns, this is the way around it

[Vile]

Vile stairs off into space not really looking at anything, thinking to himself, “Hmm who any crowns will I need?” Vile stops staring, and looks down at his right hand, and dose some quick math on his fingers. Then looks back down at the hobbit, and say, “Well, give me 1000 crowns, and keep the rest here. If I may ask who owns this bank?”

[Sarah]

Vile

"Ahh you wish to open an account with us sir?" the aging hobbit says. "Well that is just a splendid idea!" the spectacles of the hobbit almost fall of his nose in all the excitment. "As for the owner, well the city owns the back dear boy, the building and all," Haldor grinned a small grin, his face wrinkling from age as he did so.

The hobbit looked to his assisstant. "Halrein, go get 1000 crowns for this nice young lad will you, you know those bags are much to heavy fro an old hoobit like me,"

"Yes Haldor," Halrein said with a small smile. He was very find of the ol' hobbit, and didn't mind doing the lifting around the bank.

As Halrein leaves Haldor turns to Vile. "So are you certain you wish to open an account here at the bank, and keep the rest of the 2000 crowns here?"

[Havoc]

OOC:Rain, Love the bank, we have needed one for the longest time. I was only going to attack only two of your threads, the tavern, and Tyreal's, but then I thought of all these lovely crowns sitting around needing a new home, and...."Live Brains, Live Brains, Live Brains,"

Three black robed figures, and about 20 zombies carrying a battering ram force thier way into the bank, Knocking customers to the side. For once the zombies are not attacking the bystanders, they concentrate their efforts into breaking into the secure areas. One small figure in a black robe, wielding a strange, wide bladed, hooked, black knife seems to be directing the entire group. He demands of the hobbit,
"The crowns, the crowns now you little fat roast on a slice of toast."

OOC: What can I say, I'm evil, and I'm lose. I'm Havoc. Live Brains, Live Brains. IC:

[Sarah]

Haroldr

"You can not do this to my bank!" Haroldr roars in a voice that is very unseemly for a hobbit. "These crows belong to the people of Narim and you have no right to --" Haroldr stopped and looked, and I mean really looked at who and what he was up against. Three black robed figures and twenty undead he saw in his precious and beutiful bank... well at least that is what he could see with his fading eyesight.

"Ah," the hobbit coughed a little as if in shock. "Halrein?" he called. "Um scrap the last order, we have a really big withdrawl being made... and ah..." Halrodr was very prideful of his job, but he would prefre to live then not have a job; and the hobbit knew that neither the clerk or his elven assistant would be any match for the hordes of undead.

"Ah... yes... if you and your ah... men... would ah... like to follow me... ah... I will get you your crowns... just don't kill me or my assisstant... ah... and the Bank shall co operate... we are a very...ah.... co operative ... ah.... enity here in Narim..."

With the flip of a switch, part of the large desk opened like a make shift door. The old hobbit made his way of his stool... "Um follow me...ah... this way to the vault"

[Havoc]

50 more zombies, and two more figures in black arrive in front of the bank. The zombies are pulling stolen carts, captured from the street. The zombies in the bank break the door in the counter so it can not be closed again. Black Robe gabs the hobbit by the collar of the hobbit's vest, and holds the wicked hooked knife to the hobbits throat,

"No, tricks now, right to the vault, and the vault had better be full, he he, or I will notch your ears, hang you from a thong, and let my boys play with you."

[Sarah]

Haroldr

The old hobbit gulped, moving his large feet in deliberate steps towards the vault. "Well it is as full as it is...ah...sirs," he said scratching his head nervously. Haroldr took the black robed man as his guests to the back of the main room, through a bolted door that Haroldr opened and down a long dark corridor light only by torches. After a hundered meters or so meters the group began to decend until the polished marble turned into dry cut stone, and they entered the bowls of the bank.

Finally the thin corrider opened into a semi large room, at the far end a door had been made of heavy iron. Sitting in two seats infront of the door, heavily armed and armoured, were two human men stood gaurd, and seeing Haroldr and his "guests" they stood drawing their weapons.

"Stand down boys," Haroldr said with a nervous laugh. "Or it will be my ears, and I quite like my ears thankyou very much,"

The two human looked at each other before standing down. They didn't like the look of the black robes and their enterage, but Haroldr's word was lore in the bank... or so they had been trained to think.

"Ah... we just need to...ah get inside... and you... ah can make... your withdrawl..."

Haroldr wasn't to worried though, this was only one of the many vaults hidden in the chambers below the bank. And though the room might hold an excess of 200,000 crowns, the bank would not be completly ripped off.

[Vile]

Vile starts to get very worried, and looks down at the hobbit and says, “ Well… I don’t want to get myself killed. So is there any way you can get me my crowns so I can leave?” Vile stands there with his hands to his sides looking at the guards. Hoping they don’t kill him.

[Sarah]

Vile

The hobbit did not have time to answer Vile as he was soon whisked away by the black gaurds and their undead zombies. Yet his elven assisstant came running towards the human man.

"I think you should remove yourself," the elf said in a whisper. "I don't think we can get your crowns for you, not with them in the vault... take your voucher..." Halrein then took the voucher for 3000 crowns and handed it back to Vile quickly and quietly. "Do not worry they won't find anything... if you come back after they have gone... and hopefully neither I or Haroldr will be dead, and I promise to get you your crowns..."

The elf didn't wait for the humans reply... he had to attend to his master, who he would heopfully find alive in the depth that was underneath the bank. If Vile took head and listeded to Halrein he would get his crowns eventually, but not this day it would seem.

[Vile]

Vile’s face goes pale, and he says to the human, “ That’s a good ideal. I’ll be back soon, and I’ll bring some people to help.” Vile Runs down the hall, and out of the bank as fast as his feet will carry him.

[Havoc]

The zombies force their way into the banks deeper rooms, and past the iron door to the treasure room. Then teams of zombies start carrying bags of gold, gold igots, and bags of silver coins out to the waiting carts.

figures in black relieve the all of the bank guards of their weapons.

As his bank is being looted Haroldr notices a important thing.

A zombie tries to pick up a silver igot from a pile in the bank's vault, imeadately the zombies finger's begin to smoke, the zombie moans in great pain as as its dead flesh blackens, and catches on fire. The zombie drops the igot, but because of the pain of its burning hands trips into the pile of silver igots. The zombies body burns where it touches the silver, and soon the zombies entire body is on fire twisting helplessly in the pile of igots.

Black Robe shrugs his sholders, and says, over Haroldr's ears
"More where they came from little man.
Now are you going to show us absolutely everything, crowns, igots, deposit boxes, gems, and jewels, or do I feed your guard's brains to my pets?"

Hungery zombies crowd around the helpless guards.

OOC: Rain, my NPC does not know that your NPC lied, but being a bank robber, he expects the employees to lie. This is hard work for the zombies, and they do look hungery."

Vile
Before Vile makes it out the door a young woman in black tries to intercept him,

A figure in black, a young, human woman, with a wild look, and hair bleached white, hears your question as Haroldr is forced into the bank vaults. She strokes Vile's too pretty face, with a pale hand, finger nails cracked and black with dirt, and asks,
"So, you have crowns here pretty boy? How much, ya got on you? How much, for your life? Maybe if your nice to me, I will let you live. It has been a long time since I have had any live meat. I miss it so, be nice to me pretty boy."

The young woman sits on the bank counter, and hikes her ragged black skirts above her thighs. The smell of rotting flesh spills out of her loins, Vile sees bugs and lice crawling where she doesn't have underwear,

"Give it to me now, or become like them." She points a broken zombie lumbering under a heavy sack of gold,
"And make it my best time ever," she adds.

[Sarah]

Haroldr

OOC: I know don't worry! that was the plan - you just played exactly how I expected

IC:
Haroldr looked and the smoldering zombie, his aging brain ticking over. Silver he thought. He might not be able to save the bank, but if he lived... and they left some silver... it would be many igots gone... but weapons of the stuff? Forvart could melt it down and make blades and arrows...

"Other vaults?" he asked in a shaky voice. "Well you... ah... correct we do have another vault... but it only be a small one...ah... our only other one in fact," Haroldr said with a quick lie. "This is our treasury for the people of Narim, it's citizens... our secound and final vault is the tax vault sir... it is the only other one.. I swear... please don't hurt me..."

As Haroldr waited for a reply for the leader of the "merry" band of undead, he hoped that they wopuld believe him... if the bank was entirly emptyed then the people of narim might infact riot more than anything else... and the city would be in economic strife causeing taxes to rise and even more strife. These zombies were bring more than physical destruction to Narim and it's people... they were bringing economic ruin to the city too. The Thane will not be happy was the hobbits thought.

[Vile]

OOC: At this point in time Vile has spent all him crowns at the weapon shop.

The vile site stuns Vile’s senses. His gut feels like turning inside out, but he stops himself from throwing up. Vile looks into the woman’s eyes, trying not to show her that he is about to wet his pants. Vile says to the young, human woman, “I don’t have any crowns with me, but if you let me survive I’ll help you. I’ll do anything you want me to do, if you wont turn me into one of them.” Vile looks toward the zombies. “I’ll do anything you need. What do you say?”