Old November 2, 2010, 11:55 PM   #1 (permalink)
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[Pirate's Haven] A Thorn in One's Side

The 23rd Candlemark of the 1st Brightening of Tempris
in the Season of Autumn of Era XVII

Fizden had worn a black cloak for the occassion and carried little in the way of armor. Of course his short sword was at his hip, tied securely so as the weapon would make no noise as he walked, besides there was nothing for it to clatter against. Silence was the objective of this little mission, a personal test of his own skills to prove something to himself and gain some insight into the inner workings of one of Secylion's most notorious districts.

Success would depend on his ability to remain unseen and unheard. His ability to move lightly and quietly would be his greatest attribute. Cloaked in black the darkening was the perfect time. Several throwing knives were laced dsicreetly within the confines of the cloak. A wicked sharp dagger was on the opposite side to his belt.

A small stick the size of a pencil he carried in his palm. With any luck the stick man would remain asleep. Fizden had a grasp on controlling the staff, it was mind over matter, and so long as he remained in control the magical staff would present no problems.

His boots were soft-soled. He took slow and steady steps, watching where he walked, using the tactics taught to him by Master Ranger Erwyn in Candace's Respite. The lesson in Stealth had been concluded with an example on how to further enhance and practice his skills.

Practice by following people around in the city. As eerie and creepy as it had sounded it also made perfect sense. By practicing in different environments he would be able to continue to make good use of the skill and learn more as he became more effective.

Of course stalking pirates around was not without it's dangers. They were bound to be secretive and guarded, and if they caught Fizden merciless in their retaliation. Yet that was a risk Fizden had to take.

Of course if he were to discover secrets or over-hear some tidbits of conversation there could be benefits he had not yet considered. The adventurer refrained from a discreet smile.

He would do his best to find a Pirate walking the Docks and try his best not to follow the outlaw onboard a ship or private residence. There were limits to his abilities after all. The streets would be the perfect environment for honing his skill and it was the streets he had decided to stay upon.

Alert and very aware of his environment he searched for a target.
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Old November 3, 2010, 04:48 PM   #2 (permalink)
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Fizden's search was indeed a precarious one, and in many perspectives, there were far more dangers than advantages to getting into anything involving pirates. Regardless of the fact that the Pirate Lords were rumored to have great riches spanning halls and halls, and treasures that they secretly and greedily hoarded on their great barges and frigates turned raiding vessels. Some of the more infamous Sea Barons were even rumored to have replaced their teeth entirely with gold and silver, an awe-inspiring representation of just how affluent these individuals were. Of course, that was just a bit of city gossip, just like the rumor of how there was some new serial killer amidst the streets of Secyclion, preying on targets with bladed weapons. Pure foolishness.

The search did take some time, however. There were many out on this particular day, and more of them looking shady and generally the 'criminal' sorts than what one might imagine. Then again, what exactly was the measure of a pirate from a criminal? Naturally, there was the stereotype of patches, wooden legs, crimson sashes, fearsome grins and broad cutlasses. But that was only a broad social interpretation, no? It could very well have been the opposite, that many of these otherwise shifty, uncomfortable people were simply a more unseen type of sailor. There was no prerequisite as to having some part of you that looked terrifying, and many could be identified through tattoos or other minor distinguishing characteristics instead. A careful eye, and a trained mind would be able to carefully pull away the illusion, as if one were peeling a sticky film. There, underneath, would be the true, raw representation of the desired seafarer.

As it just so turned out, one of these so-called 'pirates' had just lurched from the interior of a bar with a companion. His loud cussing made him immediately noticeable, and the way that he swaggered about and barked things which sounded more like noises than actual words. "Feth! Put me out on th'street 'e will.. I'll 'ave him scalped for that one! No bartender on this bleedin' port's gonna shoo me out the fethin' door.." The man moped into quieter rants, soon merely muttering to himself darkly about some morbid things he fully intended to do once sober and with a gang of his cohorts. Such boasts were not entirely uncommon, mostly intended to instill fear and intimidation without real merit to back them. Most of the bartenders on this side of the city were protected, or employed by criminal overlords regardless.

"Marcus, y'rotten dog, yah mind shuttin' yer trap? I've got better things to do than haul yer hide around like this. Lissen, you just get back to yer bunk, I've got business t'take care of." The other man, notably more sober, growled at his companion (who seemed more of a subordinate in the situation). Scowling somewhat, the so-named 'Marcus' hefted himself away in a half-dignified manner. "Feth to that. I know exactly where yer goin', and it ain't no business, unless ye care to say a woman's 'business'.." Marcus then trailed off somewhat purposefully, a sly grin on his face. Obviously agitated, his companion stepped forth and grabbed the ruffian by his greasy collar. "Shut yer damned trap, I said! Lucretia ain't no common woman, ye hear? She's a proper one, knows how to accommodate fer a man! Now do as I said before I think of gettin' the bullwhip."

Persuaded to move, Marcus quickly made some sort of crude/vulgar gesture, and then turned and retreated out of whip reach. His companion, frustrated, stomped off. The chance provided to Fizden was a supple one. A drunk man returning to a place of organization? If the clever sneaker sought to find out more, all he would have to do is tail the drunkard through the crowds towards his lodgings. There ought to be some information within.
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Old November 5, 2010, 01:42 AM   #3 (permalink)
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Rumors had always been Fizden's greatest friend. As someone who could discern myth from reality he had been able to weave his way through countless encounters to get to the truth, often resulting in his success at discovering artifacts and magical treasures.

Even as a Pirate stumbled out of the tavern did several feelings rise to the surface of his thoughts. First the Pirate was clearly drunk out of his skull. That would only go in Fizden's favor and make this that much easier for him. If he had been correct in his perspective of the events Marcus was a subordinate of some Pirate captain and was being booted out of the establishment. Fizden would have been keen to follow the superior, however, the chance to tail either was certain to yield some positive results.

Amidst the streets he walked with ever careful steps, each one silent and well placed, doing his best to blend in and not be discovered. At the thought of discovering some hidden stash of booty Fizden licked his lips with anticipation. Thoughts and images of heavy wooden chests filled to the brim with golden coins and goblets, glitzing jewels and rings and all sorts of other goodies danced within his head.

He remembered both the names Lucretia, the woman in question, and Marcus, the drunkard pirate who hurled empty threats. It seemed as if both Marcus and his 'superior' were parting ways and Fizden had a choice of whom to follow. Ever aware of the situation that was unfolding he had picked up enough of the conversation to make an accurate guess as to what would transpire. The 'superior' would undoubtedly be returning to some woman, a whore from the sounds of it. There would be little in the way of information there.

Yet the drunkard, Marcus, seemed to be spilling his guts onto the street, as inebriated as he was. Surely his babbling tongue would reveal more morsels of information than his superior.

Fizden remained aware of the situation and began to follow Marcus. His steps were light and each and every one was focused as to not make any noise. He kept his distance and remained aware of his target and the surroundings. A changing environment would require different tactics. With a line of sight on Marcus Fizden began to try and perceive the city streets as if he were Marcus. If Fizden could penetrate that he would be able to become more fully aware of his target and how to remain both unseen and unheard.

Becoming the target would give Fizden better insight and the ability to remain completely veiled. A large smile spread over his face as he methodically stalked his target across the streets of Pirate's Haven.
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Old November 14, 2010, 03:40 PM   #4 (permalink)
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As Fizden began to stalk the clearly inhibited drunkard, it became more and more clear that the man was wandering without a very obvious intent. He would swagger this way and that, mutter to himself about matters (which were apparently causing him a great deal of stress and frustration), and generally act like any normal inebriated fool. The streets had begun to thin out now, with the growing late hours. There were pockets of travelers, but they seemed to favor keeping in a tightly packed straight-faced crowd. That was often the safest route through the district. Like some primitive ape, a ruffian could easily feel threatened if he even guessed as to a civilian's intent. Looking one directly in the eye, well, that was a sure-fire way to get yourself in a load of trouble. While a great deal of the rogues and 'pirates' were apparently unarmed, fists could do a great deal of damage. And there always was the business of hidden weapons, like shanks, bronze knuckles, or all other sorts of creative pain-dealers.

Yet, amidst the minutes of absolutely nothing to gain, there came a light at the end of the tunnel. 'Marcus' had finally sauntered up to, and paused before what appeared to be a very ordinary, inconspicuous building. It was made of a frank, reserved brown stone, and was hardly bigger than a house for one. Fizden may have learned, however, that appearances can be deceiving. Although the house certainly looked innocent, it was avoided by most everyone else. In fact, groups of people went out of their way to avoid stepping anywhere within the premises of the opening or walls. When the drunk had stopped, he was noticed by an ordinarily dressed woman who crept nearer to him without making her intent obvious. Sure enough, when she had stopped by him, there was a cupped hand, a few whispered words which would have been hard to catch by any stretch of stealth, and a passed nod. Within moments, the woman had passed him by, and begun to disappear around an alleyway. Marcus did not follow, instead he turned into a corner between the buildings, and.. began to answer the call of nature. This endeavor was quickly completed, and when everything was back where it should be, he began to saunter off once more.

There were two choices posed to Fizden now. Pursue the woman whom had unveiled a potential secret, or follow the fool? The woman would have been more difficult to shadow, for the sake that she appeared quite sober. But on the other hand, what she knew could invariably be quite valuable. Then again, Marcus likely knew the same thing as she, and he was making absolutely no effort to cover his tracks. There was the occasional glance over his shoulder, but nothing to warrant any knowledge that he knew he was being followed. Either way, the choice needed to be made, and made quickly. Marcus was fast vanishing into a side alley, as was the same for his contact in a different alley. The narrow space between buildings would definitely offer a more strategic location to ambush and interrogate, but also provide a threat as well. All types of undesirable sorts hid in the darkened crevices of Secyclion, the sorts which might just pose a threat to Fizden. It was not uncommon for the occasional rumor to arise of the disappearance of tourists, after all. Mainlanders whom had gotten into a bit of hot water that they couldn't handle. Would Fizden be the next on that long list?
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The game was afoot. As Fizden became more aware of the changing environment, as the darkening faded on and the streets thinned, he made more efforts to conceal his movements. He walked with slow and careful steps, each foot placed lightly on the ground, staying close to the walls and moving like a shadow.

His awareness increased and he became very alert. He marked the building's location to memory. The woman was most likely Lucretia. Marcus had most likely passed words to her to meet with the pirate superior, the one whom had threatened Marcus with the bullwhip. If Fizden were correct, the pirate superior had told Marcus to fetch Lucretia for him, as the two had business.

Now either the woman would be satisfying the pirate superior's needs, or the two would be discussing business of another sort...perhaps piracy. Now Fizden had a choice, he could follow Marcus who was most likely going to return to his bunk. There would be little information that stealth would reveal, and an interrogation would only end in violence. If Marcus alerted anyone this entire covert affair would be over, all it would take was Marcus to run off after Fizden's questioning and alert the pirates to his intentions. Thus, if Fizden did choose to follow Marcus, it would have to end in a killing or subduing.

Fizden hedged his bets.

The alleys posed a threat of their own. Out of sight from the commoner's sight there were numerous risks lurking in those darkened corridors. Aware of the threat, however, Fizden was armed with a sword at his side and what appeared to be a small stick in the palm of his hand, although that 'stick' was much more than met the eye.

The rumors of dissapearances were of course frightening. Yet Fizden had been through worse experiences. He had faced off swarms of undead creatures, although the dangers of the alleyways were a different sort of threat.

He quickly made a decision, slowly stalking the woman whom he had guessed was Lucretia. His steps were taken lightly and he remained increasingly aware of the environment. He kept close watch and avoided anything that would make a sound as well as anything else that may give him away, such as the light from a street lamp or broken glass.

Light and nimble on his feet his black cloak only assisted in his hiding capacity as he melded into the shadows. If he were successful in his endeavours he could help put a serious hurt on the pirate operations in Secylion, surely serving justice and scoring some points for the good guys. Heros after all weren't afraid of the denizens of darkness.

Fizden continued to follow the lady, remaining aware of the fact that the pirates may have numbers in their favor and of the fact that the lady was more sober than Marcus. In his black attire Fizden had become a walking shadow, a silent figure that moved quietly like an animal stalking it's prey, a hunter in the night who moved without a sound and melded into the shadows. Out of sight and out of mind he picked his way through the alleys as he sought to push his target, Lucretia, out of hiding and force her into revealing information and secrets, or exposing the location of the pirate superior whom Fizden had learned about earlier.
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Old November 23, 2010, 04:15 PM   #6 (permalink)
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As Fizden made his choice and continued his pursuit, he would encounter next to nothing in the way of a problem or issue. It seemed as if not one person had been curious enough to follow his movement for more than a few passing seconds of interest. The way of the district did work in his favor in that much, considering that most kept their heads down and shuffled along as quickly as possible. The alleyway into which he advanced was not an unusual thing by far, instead a very narrow pathway through the intersection of buildings. The busily walking image of the woman up ahead could be seen, and there was a corner she was soon to turn. The space of the alleyway was just enough to accommodate for about a man and a half. Barely enough room to get by on one's own, and not nearly enough in case of a fight. In this kind of close quarters, a knife, as well as any weapon that excelled in tight distances would have proved quite decisive.

There was nothing to suggest the woman knew, or really suspected that Fizden was following her steps. While she walked briskly, she did not do so out of alarm or the need to escape, but rather that she likely had other business to attend to. It was clear from the way she walked, without overt signs of fear or caution, that the alleyway was not an unfamiliar one to her. Fizden would have been hard pressed to keep up with her pace, if only for the fact that she was soon about to turn a corner, and quite possibly disappear. Alleyways were notorious for their many turns, hiding places, and places one could vanish into upon a moment's notice. Whether or not Fizden hurried up, the woman would quickly swerve around the corner. And, about the time Fizden turned the corner as well, there was a sudden development.

Calling out from one of the top rows, a voice that demanded attention from its loudness alone hollered a possibly alarming thing. "Oi, you there! Down in the alleys! Don't move! Bloody hell, lads, we got us a new one!" The speaker was most definitely male, at least from tone and masculinity alone. The distance was vague, but it could be estimated that perhaps he was calling out from a roof or a high window. Either way, his declaration brought upon a dim, and slowly rising in volume number of eager yells from what seemed to be all sides. Had Fizden be noticed? was he about to be ambushed, and possibly mugged or kidnapped? What if they were referring to the woman whom had.. suspiciously disappeared? The row in which Fizden traversed was too dark to make out where a person was, so a fair chance remained in that she was perhaps hidden by the lack of light, or had perhaps dived away as soon as the voice had called out. Still, the presence of danger was quickly growing. What would the would-be thorn do?
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As Fizden moved silently and passed without notice, remaining unseen cloaked in the darkness of the night, he began to wonder where Lucretia was going. It became clear she was more familiar with the alleys than Fizden, rightfully so. Fizden had never visited the crime-ridden district before, and was struggling to keep pace. Regardless he pushed forward, doing his best to maneuver the twisting alleys and corners while remaining a figure of darkness, cloaked in black.

The hood of his black cloak cast a darkness on his face, tendrils of auburn hair swirling forward as he skulked through the shadows. Stepping lightly and remaining in situational awareness he soon discovered that he himself may have been noticed. Quickly he continued to walk, disregarding the shout while absorbing the information. It was possible the voice had referred to Lucretia, or possibly him. Without revealing anything of himself his hand flicked over to the hilt of a wicked sharp dagger beneath the folds of his cloak, easily within reach. The movement would be cleverly concealed by the folds of his cloak and his movements, if he were successful.

He pushed forward, continuing to walk, pushing himself towards an open space out of the alley, trying still to remain aware of Lucretia's positioning. While it was more likely he had been spotted, given what he knew of Lucretia and the pirates so far, and the hint being "a new one" he prepared for a confrontation or another situation.

If the thugs sought to attack him, ambush him, or anything else, Fizden would retaliate with full force. He moved as fast as possible towards the open streets, hilt grasped tightly, gauging the time he had from the distance of the voice. The 'lads' would have to descend a flights of stairs and possibly loop around a building to get close to him. That gave Fizden plenty of time to enter the open streets.

Not about to hide, Fizden pushed towards the open streets. The cloak concealed his face, on which a rare expression was etched, as he shuffled with an increasing pace towards his destination. Magnificence remained a small stick, pencil in size, in the palm of his hand.

Of course the throwing daggers were within reach. The alleys gave him a distinct advantage in that the thugs would have nowhere to dive into cover. And there was still the possibility that the 'lads' only wished to converse, although given the reputation here Fizden highly doubted that a cup of tea was what they had in mind.
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As it so turned out, a stroke of luck might have been on Fizden's side. Instead of a swarm of men appearing from the darkest cracks in the alleyway, the sound of another, more distant struggle was occurring further down the alleyway. Further down, where Lucretia had been last spotted. It was not difficult to connect the dots. The startled shriek, the sounds of male guffaws, and of skidding footsteps. If Fizden were so brave or daring as to advance further into the alleyway as to discover the nature of what this was all leading to, he would be confronted by a not-so-unexpected sight. The troupe of men, roughly a dozen in all, had cornered Lucretia against one of the alley walls. The leader of the group (or at least whom appeared to be dominating the scene), was a large brute. He was wearing an outrageous tunic, which seemed to have more popped collars than it had room for his neck, and was of a distinctively bright red color. His face was nothing terribly complimentary either, with a nose which looked as if it had been broken more than a few times, and a general facial construction of someone who had been unlucky enough to be blessed with features only a mother could love. Sitting atop his head was a greasy hat, the only other distinctive feature. He was leering above the clearly frightened woman with what could only be described as a crude grin, one of his hands positioned on the wall to the side so that he could lean inwards.

"Well, well, well. Wot do we 'ave 'ere, mates? Why, I'll be blasted twice o'er, tis that seadog's little wench. Now, wot would someone like yer pretty self be doin' in these back alleys, eh?" The thug spread his lips back from his mouth, revealing a lack of quite a few teeth. The woman politely responding by hurling a fast-paced number of Eunesian, which provoked a number of 'oohs' and 'aahs' from the men around, whom otherwise cackled loudly at the woman's bravery/foolishness. The leader, not to be outdone, made a grunting noise and reached forth to grasp Lucretia's face in one of his sufficiently dirtied hands. "Now now! That ain't no way to be talkin' to someone who's jus' lookin' to help, eh? And by helpin'.. I mean helpin' you, help me." The ruffian raised one of his hands and pointed back at himself with a fat thumb, as if to emphasize this realm of importance. The woman, in return, merely spat at him. The men, beginning to laugh again, soon drew back their breath in mock sympathy as their leader slapped Lucretia quite forcefully to the ground.

"Tut tut, missy. I was willin' to be all nice and gentlemanly, but ye've gone over the line! Now, lissen here, because one of two things are gunna happen, ya hear?" There was no response, so the man merely continued on. "Number one, ye tell me all about where Theseus is hidin' them sparkly items of his." A single fat finger was raised, accompanied by a pause. "Two. We take ya to our mates, and wait a few days before sendin' a little note to Theseus, jus' to let 'im know we're serious, eh?" The man slooowly leaned down, "An' there's a lot that can happ'n in a few days, missy." The suitably horrified expression on Lucretia's face brought a number of hooting howls of laughter from the men, and especially from their leader. "Ay, you tell 'er, Port!" One of the goons piped in.

A number of options were presented to Fizden, now. Would he step up, and play the role of the triumphant hero against roughly thirteen men? Or would he stay back, and listen for awhile longer? Surely, this large man was no mere thug, and had to be connected to some sort of syndicate of thieves. It could be possible that he would be Fizden's key to another level of underground knowledge.
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Fizden was a good man, who sought to protect the weak and the innocent. His perspective was that Lucretia was weak, but she was not innocent. Her involvement with the pirates and thugs was enough to remove from that category. Also, Fizden was not about to take on thirteen thugs by himself. As grand and brilliant as the ideas that went through his head were, he was no fool. He wasn't about to get his arse handed to him by a gang of pirates. He decided to remain quiet, his breath slowing and becoming more steady as he made every effort to remain quiet and unseen, making not a single move from his position.

All his efforts were now on listening. He already had two critical pieces of information. Lucreatia knew Theseus, who Port, the leader of the gang of thugs assaulting Lucreatia, believes to have a stash of sparkling gems hidden somewhere. Fizden went over the information again.

Lucretia knew Theseus, who supposedly is hiding a stash of sparkling gems somewhere. Port leads a group of at least thirteen thugs, and is currently holding Lucretia until she tells him where the stash of gems is.

The information may prove to be priceless at some point in time. Fizden waited, listening and watching and remaining as stealthy as possible, waiting for the Port thugs or Lucretia to reveal more information that he could use. Port was a rather easy name for a Pirate. Fizden wondered if that information was accurate, as Port could be just about anyone.
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"Alright! Alright!" Lucretia suddenly declared in a suitably breathy and flustered voice, the concept of being taken advantage of by a group of dirty, large and uncouth men probably overriding her resistance. She flung up her hands in surrender, much to the snickering of the gang of pirates, whom soon began to observe her expectantly. "Theseus.. Theseus keeps the gems in the third dock warehouse, in a hidden storage vault underneath the tallest crate," the woman's glare was enough to cause flowers to wither, "are you pleased now? Am I free to leave?" Her last statement was spoken with particular loathing, but which soon transformed to an unsettled one on Port's large grin. "Oh aye, I be pleased, missy, but yeh ain't goin' nowhere." The man cracked his knuckles and his neck, looming over the now bewildered woman. "But, but I told you everything!" This statement of alarm drew a few very loud cackles, and Port had to brush at his eyes to suppress imaginary tears of mirth. "Oh, ye make an old goon crack up, missy. Nay! Why would I be lettin' a perfectly good asset to even more riches loose? Besides, you'd probably go scamper off 'n tell Theseus hisself! Wouldn't want no trap waitin' fer ol' Port when I go to snatch up your goods, eh?"

The woman's howl of anguish was truly exemplified as she was unceremoniously dragged off by a pair of smirking brutes. Thus, Port turned his head and observed the surrounding area, blankly passing over Fizden at one point. "Alright, 'nuff said 'ere. Let's go and grab 'em, eh? Alert th' boss, and tell 'im what fer, eh Demetrius?" Port eyed one of the smaller looking members of his group, whose head bobbed obediently as he skeddadled off into the chain of darkened passageways. With that done, Port readjusted the buckle of his belt and began to exit through the alleyway that Fizden had entered from. Completely oblivious, he and the remaining gang men passed by the hidden man without so much as a snuffle. They were chortling it up royally amongst themselves, what luck they had! They'd be richer than rich soon, and that much money would allow them to hob-nob it with some Secyclid upper class, maybe score them some of those fine women that so often wrinkled their noses at them. Well, they'd show those prunes soon!

For Fizden's sake, it would be easy enough to shadow a group of bumbling oafs through the streets to the destination, or even attempt to reach it himself. Or, he could just as well attempt to track Lucretia's kidnappers down, although how much luck he'd have there would be minor at best. Still, the door of opportunity was ready at many causeways, it merely took one to reach for the handle. As to the night, it was nearing further into a pitch black sort of malaise. This was the typical twilight of which the militia guardsman spoke of in their boasted tales of having thwarted great evil, or merely having been scared to their sandals about. This was the archetypical evening in which bad things inevitably found a way to stir themselves into, as Fizden had found the case for the particular woman who was being ferried off. Hopefully, the same wouldn't be the case for him.
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Fizden had now learned the name of another one of the goons, Demetrius. That was Port and Demetrius on one side of the Pirates. On the other side was Theseus and Lucretia. And in between them both was Fizden`s ultimate goal. A massive stash of gems, hidden in the third dock warehouse underneath the tallest crate. The knowledge that Fizden had was priceless, and his mind began to race at the possibilities.

He had a decision to make. He remained hidden, doing everything to be still, controlling every aspect of his movement, even his breathing became methodical and steady. As the men passed by him he waited ever so quietly for them to pass. When the coast was clear, he would slowly emerge from the shadows, a stealthy figure of black who glided through the streets, from shadow to shadow, a silent fleeting figure shrouded in the darkness.

Fizden was taking a seriously large risk as he began dashing towards the third dock warehouse. In an attempt to reach the third dock before the thugs he ran like the wind. He wanted the gems for himself, all of them, their precious and glittering stones, flawless in design and high in value. His eyes seemed to sparkle with some hidden greed that motivated his steps. With the thugs gone his path to the third dock would be clear, however if he were to run across them he would drop into a crouch and back into his stealthy hiding.

He chose a different route, his plan for reaching the third dock first relied mostly on being faster than the thugs, who shuffled slowly through the streets. It would be close, and the risk he took was great, but he had at least one advantage, and that was the division of the thugs. One group had taken Lucretia away, the other headed towards the Docks, and thus their numbers had already been lessened.

What a surprise it would be when the thugs reached the third Dock only to find it empty. Fizden almost felt a twinge of regret, for he knew that Lucretia would suffer. It was then that he remembered her involvement with the notorious group and any feelings quickly faded.

This would be Fizden`s attempt at pulling off one of the greatest heist`s in Secylion history, and stealing from the criminal pirate lords no less was actually a heroic deed. Not only would it be a crippling blow to their income, but it would severely hurt their organization`s status, and knock them out of their standing within the city. It would also prevent the criminals from getting closer to Secylion politics, and doing even more harm, or forcing their dark influences on the Secylion masses.

There were a hundred thousand reasons why Fizden was doing the right thing. He had made the right choice, and was determined to thwart evil and score a decisive victory over them. His morals were sound and his heart in the right place.

Of course if the thugs got there first, he would have to shadow them further. He stopped for a brief moment near the Docks, entering into situational awareness and scanning the area for any noises or signs of the loud and ignorant thugs before entering the Dock. He would attempt to quickly snatch up all the gems and valuables before making a daring and incredibly exciting exit to safety, where the shadows of the streets would again mask his movements, and Fizden, the figure of stealth and shadow would move silent and unseen to a safer destination.
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Old March 2, 2011, 08:17 PM   #12 (permalink)
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It was truly Fizden's lucky day. Evading pirates, introducing himself to the crime scene without being scalped, and learning of a stash of sparkling jewels? How fairer could the day go? Would some beautiful woman, the very image of female virility, descend from the heavens in an arc of twilight to lure the man to her bedchambers? Well, probably not, but the thought was nice, no?

With both Port, and a number of his lackeys in separate directions, it was all too easy for the clever and aspiring thief to nimbly make his way across the dock. At this time of night, all good and honest folk had aptly cleared the streets and it was only populated by the rare shadow of a drunken man or some sort of animal which was scurrying along the flank of a building. While Fizden's devilishly quick movements were somewhat awkward in the scene of the night, he was not called out nor apparently spotted. Port and his following were nowhere to be seen, likely gathering for some sort of quickly spawned plot to grab the gems and skedaddle themselves. But for Fizden? The ambitious man was clearly not weighed down by these preparations! Instead, he went right in, like a real man! And damn the consequences.

As it was, there were no consequences. The third dock warehouse was remarkably unguarded except for a heavy iron lock and bolt on each of its doors. The lock on the outside, the bolt on the inside. Clearly, the proprietors of the warehouse were not ones to suffer dabbling with their goods. Yet, to Fizden's luck, there was a convenient located opening, not far from the door, with a number of crates almost suspiciously conveniently placed near it. If the thief were to choose to take this path, he would only have a short climb before he could slip himself into the Warehouse and find his feet against a hard surface of crates on the other side. Had someone been here before? Was someone here now? Fizden's Situational Awareness revealed the presence of no hidden foes, nor signs that anyone was currently there. Well, that was excepting the rats that scurried about the warehouse's floor. Nobody cared about, or liked rats, though.

As his eyes adjusted to the dark, what luck(!), there was the tallest crate before him! Not but twenty yards from his current position. And, if the thief were to move it, he would find it hollow and only requiring a bit of arm strength to budge noisely from its roost. A quick reach inside, and Fizden would find a hefty and considerably well-tied sack hidden in a dug out compartment beneath the large wooden pillar. But then, just as the clever thief were to enjoy his prize, he would find a dramatic clanging upon the door! Port and his retinue had arrived, and were beginning to assault the locked entrance! But, the spirit of the heroic pose was with our brave lead yet, as the entrance in which he had arrived made a rather convenient exit as well, with the group of rogues outside none the wiser. Truly, Fizden's heart must have been beating in his chest at an impeccable rhythm!

It wasn't a terrifically long jaunt before the man would find a place of solitude and safety, the dark shrouding his figure more like a comforting blanket than a menacing surrounding. He had accomplished what many had dreamed of! His reward, truly a deliverance to riches and a comfy life, secluded away on private estates and high living! It was.. It was..! A weighted sack full of stones. Lucretia, the temptress, had lied even with her own skin at risk. Nobody but a pirate would have been capable of such underhanded trickery! The clever ploy had managed to convince Fizden, as the feel had been so real! Yet, it was but a cruel turn of fate. But, if it were any consolation, Fizden might take heart in knowing that Port and his companions having discovered the stash already looted would probably commit a number of atrocious crimes to Lucretia. And so, the thorn in the side of the Pirate Empire was twisted ever further.

 

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