Joram marched confidently down the hall. He was by all appearances just another one of the many servants all rushing about, assigned to various different tasks, each doing their part to help with the wedding. Joram was accompanied by his two fellow theives disguised similarly. They had been able to round up everything they needed for this job. They also drew out multiple escape plans, and a number of ways to handle almost any scenario they could conceivably run into. They were confident that they would make the best of the situation. The plan was to get into the vault room, knock the guards out with the 'wand of sleep' that they hand picked up and then tie them up while the robbed the safe. It was still some time, before the reception and until the safe was filled with new wedding presents so Joram and his crew were biding their time, waiting for the moment when the time was right to take action. Joram had heard of the fabulous treasures that kings possesed, but he had never really been able to imagine the full scope of luxury that he was now in the midst of. The floors were covered in soft luxurious rugs from far reaches of the world. And the walls were covered in fabulous artwork, and beautiful hand woven taspestries. One tapestry depicted the fall of the modding mage, and there was a painting of the tavern by the creek. Joram was taken aback by the sheer magnificance of everything around him. Precious vases sat on top gold guilded chests hand carved out of a single block of wood. Everything was immaculately clean. Joram was appalled at the accumulation of such weath. Joram couldnt understand how one could have this much wealth when a majority of his subjects lived in dirty hovels with barely enough money to buy candles to light it at night. Joram was a thief by trade, but he never really took more than he needed to survive, and he never took from people who couldn't spare it. Joram was going to make sure that after tonight the king would have something to think about.
OOC: sorry ive been really busy at work and not able to post in awhile, but we should be cool to go from here
[ 05-18-2002, 04:08 PM: Message edited by: AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe ]
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