The grand heist: revisited :)

[AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe]

As Joram Shadowstalker scanned the crowd he knew it was going to be a good day. There were a lot of nobles in attendance, and that would mean a lot of fat purses. My smiled as an exceptionally good mark strolled by him casually, completely unaware of Joram hiding in the shadows a few feet away. "Yes, today was going to be a good day indeed." Joram thought to himself, and he set about removing the fat purse from the noble as he walked by. With a deft twist of his wrist Joram snagged the purse as the noble kept on walking oblivious to the theft. Joram quickly stashed the purse inside one of his inner pockets as he continued to scan the crowd. The market was especially crowded today as the whole city was preparing for the king's wedding. Joram was preparing for something else. he had come to town on a mission. To round up a group and rob the king of his bridal gifts. This would be his retirement score. He had spent the past 20 years of his life becoming one of world's best rouges. He was 25 and already ready to call it quits. It was after all a fairly dangerous profession, but not one without its rewards. He had stashed away his fortune and the fruit of his lifes labors, and all he would need is this last job and then he would be able to get out the theiving profession forever, and live the good life owning a tavern in paradise springs on the southernmost coast of this continent. But this job would not be easy. He would need a good group of theives to hell him pull this off. With that thought Joram headed off through the crowd, picking an occasional purse and looking for anyone that might be another potential theif willing to work with him on this job, or a theif that he might be able to trust.

OOC: OK this is my first RP thread revisited. And i think that pretty much explains what it is about. A theif looking for other theives to help him on his one last job before he retires. This thread is open to all that are familiar with ad&d second addition rules, since those are the rules i would like this thread to abide by. I am looking not only for people to play fellow theives, but also people to play the guards and the head of the guards and basically people trying to stop joram. also a bounty hunter that comes from out of town looking for him could be a cool addition to the thread as well. please feel free to join in. NO UBERING EITHER!!!! THIS MEANS YOU!!!! Ok with that said enjoy.

A FEW CHANGES, FIRST OF ALL IN THE LAND WE ARE PLAYING IN MAGIC IS BANNED. THEREFORE ALL MAGICAL ITEMS, SPELLS, & ARTIFACTS ARE ILLEGAL, MAKING IT VERY HARD FOR THE PLAYERS TO GET THEIR HANDS ON IT. I'm not going to say that there is NO magic allowed, just very very little, and if the characters get magical items and such then there are cowled wizard type people that WILL come to get them. Magical items can be obtained through 'black market' means, but this is risky, because you will be hunted by the cowled wizards, and in buying black market good you don't know who you can trust. Also I'm trying to work some suspense into the the thread so I don't really want to skip ahead in days this time. This thread is open to all, there will be characters for other theives, that want to join the party, the local theives guild and the town guards(this one might be filled). Above all just have fun. Welcome to the grand heist and enjoy [img]smile.gif[/img] [img]smile.gif[/img]

Yay!!! I'm in once again. U can trust me. I'll have my elaborate intro, but i gotta go eat now. So be back soon!

[Legolas]

I'm willing to try and control the guards, townspeople etc..
I can draw a few maps if you like too and host them somewhere so you can see them too [img]smile.gif[/img]
But, I will need a few others to help keep the speed up. Can't always be online, unfortunately

Or did you have your buildings planned out already and are simply looking for someone to act the guards in them? In that case I don't mind playing them either and I'll save my town for some other occasion

I'll join, after all, Morguruats thread is finished.
SecretMaster the Thief, Pilferer, Scouter, Assassin, and Disguiser.
Profile:
Class- Masked Thief
Chaotic Good
5'5
Originally had one of the most wanted thieving outfits available, The Secret. He now keeps it for when most dangerous missions are needed, but keeps the mask, for no one, not even his closest friends have seen his face (only his parents).
Weapons/Armor
Disguised Studded Shadow armor +2 (looks like a normal leather armor)
Normal Constuction gloves.
Mask of the Secret- One of the most prized theiving masks, it gives the wearer infravision, can cast detect traps, and true sight. (Can cast disguise face)
Regular Boots.
Short Sword
SecretMaster has been in the thieving business for 15 years now. At the age of 8, he started thieving. Now, he can disarm pratically any alarm, trap, crusher, anything that has some sort of opening. Can run a mile in 4 minutes, making him very fast to run, and can easily pilfer a purse just by walking by them.

SecretMaster scans the crowd looking for anything good. "Hmm, jewelry dealer, gem dealer, nobles, food," He mutters to himself. "Doesn't anyone have any good things today?" He continues walking around. "Bingo!" and he spots where all the nobles are. "All around antiques and fancy looking suff. My guess, they have lots of goodies." He continues." Ooh, who do we have here? A thief, better test him, see if he notices me." He walks up to him briskly, acting like a tough ruffian, and before he does, he rips some clothing a bit, and puts on some makeup looking like scares and bruises. He goes. "Well now, who do we have here. Better not mess with me, or you'll be pounded so fast, that I'd be like Drizzt on Caffine when he see's a gnoll!" He then walks past Joram, goes to a corner, eyeing him carefully.

[Beaumanoir]

The Castle Overlooked The Town, And Opek Was The Best Man For The Job Of Guarding It.

*Crouching Down, He Launched Himself Into The Air And Landed A Hundered Feet Away On Top Of A Spire. No-one Could Get Past Him.
He Had Many Names; The Winged Watcher, The King's Bat. Many Names From Many People.*
*It Seemed A Quiet Evening. Not Too Much Action In The Square In Front Of The Palace*
*Launching Back, He Span In Mid-Air, And Landed On The Top Of The Main Tower In The Middle Of The Castle. Giving A Quick Glance To Each Side, He Decended Into The Palace Through A Trapdoor. Pulling Many Books And Candlesticks, He Activated Many Hidden Passages And Chambers That Only Him And The King Knew About. Soon After, He Was In The Royal Bed Chamber*
*The King Was Playing Chess With His Minister When He Looked Up And Saw Opek*

"Excuse Me" He Said To The Minister. He Stood Up. "Ahh, Opek. How Are You?"

Opek Replied In A Light Voice. "I Am Well, If You Are Well Sire

"Hah!" The King Laughed "No Need For The Formallity Opek. We Have Known Each Other Long Enough!"

I'm Sorry Sire, It's Just With The Wedding Coming Up. I Have A Distinct Feeling Somthing Black Is Afoot. I Have Just Finished The Rounds. All Clear

"Yes, Well. Care To Join Me For A Drink? A Little Evermead Should Lighten You Up, Eh?"

"No Thankyou Sire. Please Deploy The Knights On The Rounds Now. I Need To Rest. It Has Been A Good 19 Hours Since My Last Meditation

"Hm, Very Well. Although You Really Should Lighten Up. I Thought You Elves Were Meant To Be Care-Free And Light-Hearted"

Opek Grinned. Kneeling Down, He Walked Out Of The Door Up Into The Spire Where He Always Meditated. Giving A Quick Glance Out Of The Window, He Sat Down.

OOC>> Opek Is An Avariel Elf, And The Head Guard And General For The King.

Name: Opek
Race: Avariel
Allignment: Chaotic Good
Class: Ranger

Str: 15
Dex: 21
Con: 13
Int: 12
Wis: 15
Chr: 17

Description: Opek stands about 5"4 High and has long silver hair which stretches down to about his elbows. His wings are of a brilliant pure white and he has four black 'lines' running over his cheeks which come down towards his mouth from underneath his hair; Two on each side. Around his neck is a symbol to his god, Aerdrie Faenya. He is rarely seen without this on. He, like all Avariel, had a crushing fear of small spaces and suffers from serious Claustrophobia, but the king, removed most of this fear through extensive therapy.

Languagues: Eruna speaks Fluent Auran, Common and Elven. Good Sylvan And Limited Draconic. He Also Knows A Small Amount Of Avariel Sign Language

Proficiencies:

Long Sword: ***
Spear: ****

Weapons:

A Spear With A Tip Made From Enchanted Obsidan (Spear +3)
A Long Sword Made From Avariel Glassteel (+1)

I Loved This RP, But Knowone Posted :S So I Skipped The Build Up In Hope I Could Revive It... Sorry... Can I Rejoin?

[shadowhound]

Shadow walked through the crowd calmly reliving nobles of the chore of carrying large heavy money pouches almost subconciously. He started wondering if there was ever going to be a challenge in this world hard enough for him. He was new to the city and only came for the rich pickings available at the celebrations. He had spent most of his thieving life traveling and has seen and sampled much of the world's delicacies. He calmly removed a large gem encrusted necklace from beneath the nose of the store owner without him noticing, "some woman will be VERY grateful for this gift" he thought and smiled.

OOC: I will be glad to join
Name: Shadow
Race: Half-Elf
Class: Swashbuckler/Illusionist
Alignment: Neutral Evil

Str: 15
Dex: 19
Con: 13
Int: 12
Wis: 15
Chr: 19

Languagues: Fluent- Elven, Common and Dwarven
Some limited - Goblin and Orc
Can read lips

Proficiencies:

Throwing Daggers: ***
Katana: ****

Weapons:

5 poisened throwing daggers, hidden on his person
Katana (+2)

[AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe]

Joram eyed the ruffian, quite casually, his cool demeanor showed no fear, he might well have not even heard the hoodlum, by his reaction. He then slowly turns his back to ruffian, making sure his own purse is secure, as he walks into a local tavern. Joram then sits down at the table and orders some lunch, with money out of the ruffian's purse that he had snatched while he was threatening him. He also orders a pint of their finest mead, which was still of a fairly poor quality, considering the inn was a pretty run down. The few people in the inn consisted mostly of a few local hoods, and brawlers. Most respectable people wouldn't be caught dead in this establishment so Joram figured that it would be a perfect place to start looking for accomplices. So far there was really no one of interest in the tavern, so Joram settled back into the shadows of his corner seat to watch and wait.

[shadowhound]

Shadow throws open the door of the tavern and walks in. He orders a ale and starts chatting to the barmaid who quickly blushes until he shows her the necklace he just took. She then whispers something to him and runs up to her room. Shadow looks around and sees Joram. "Well i'll be Joram old boy, how is life treating you? Are you trying to look like a criminal sitting all the way back here in the shadows? I do have to apologise about that little incident back at Hafesvalle with the whole me borrowing that little trinket you stole thing happining. Swear i dont know what came over me. Well anyway i can tell you are planning something and dont try lieing, after all you cant really lie to a professional lier. Talk quickly for i have a pressing arangement with the cute serving girl, must see where she hides the necklace so i can steal it back afterwards."

[K T Ong]

Some distance from the tavern and on the sidewalk, a giant scorpion in shiny black armor (about the size of a fully-grown German Shepherd) plays a fiddle in his two claws. His sting is poised high above his head, and from the sting dangles a sign: "Alms for the poor." Near him is a dirty bronze dish with a few coins in it. Most of the passersby take no notice but occasionally one or two will drop a couple of coins into the dish, whereupon the scorpion will reply in a soft, squeaky voice, "Thank you."

ooc: Just playing an unusual character who's an 'incidental figure' in the story. Any problem, Azrael?

[Beaumanoir]

OOC>>> Well Yes, That Is An Unusual Character Isn't It!!!

IC>>>

*Opek had been meditating for some time now. The moon was waxing in the sky and clouds were forming. In the town square, a bell chimed. Once, Twice, Thrice.... 11 Times. It Was Late. Midnight would be falling soon, and the 'advised curfew' would start. It was a curfew, but it wasn't enforced. It was just a suggestion. It wasn't a good idea to be out on the streets after midnight. Standing Up, He Perched At The Window, And Jumped Out And Flew Into Town, Landing In The Square. Even The Royal Guards Were Aloud SOME Time Off...*