08-25-2010, 04:40 PM
The Volunteer Gig
Late night, around twelve, two men and a cart pulled up in the alley way behind the Headquarters of the Alliance Volunteer Army. Setting to work, the first climbed up to the window overlooking the stairs on the inside. The second began to keep watch and listen for sound. Cutting a hole just large enough to unlock the window pane, the first man unlocked the large window and climbed inside.
Hieronymus quickly began to search around the dark room. He grabbed armor from their racks, books from their shelves, paintings from their hooks, and rugs from their laying space. He carved quite the bundle of goods from inside the dark and quiet building, making almost no noise as he moved back and forth. He threw a rug out of the window, the second man, Richy, catching it and placing it in the cart. He then hoisted himself up to the window to grab the goods being handed to him.
Fur and Tailored Rugs, Paintings of Lands Far and Near, Armor both Chain and Plate. They placed nearly all of it there. They even had to leave some things behind to make the cart not look suspicious. Richy climbed back down and pulled a black sheet over the cart's goods. He jumped up into the driver's seat as Hieronymus closed the window and placed the carved piece of glass back into it's slot. He then jumped back down onto the cart and Richy gave the Horse a slight tap.
Almost a dodgy fourteen minutes later, they arrived in Cut-Throat Alley. A shady man with a dim torch walked up to them and pulled his hood back. "I trust you have a load then? If not, my boys will rough you both up again for wasting my time." As he said that two large thugs stepped from the shadows and gave Richy and Hieronymus threatening looks.
Hieronymus jumped down nervously and pulled the sheet back. "Well it's here, sir. We ah... got plenty of goods. Paintings, rugs, armor... books. Whatever price ya think is best we think is great. Right Rich?" He looked to Richy who soon gave an assuring nod.
"Oh yeah, nah we got plenty of stuff for ya and.. ya know any price is fine." He looked over the cargo and grabbed a painting of the Redridge Highway. "I think... this looks... uh Lovely, sir."
"Shut up and get your grubby hands off of the merchandise then you little weasels. If you want to sell this stuff, don't handle it beyond putting it in the damned cart. Now I'll offer you... A single Gold for all of it." The old man stiffened up, pulling out a dim and bent gold coin. Hieronymus and Richy looked at one another and shrugged in unison.
"Sounds like we've got a deal then boss. We'll take that gold and you can have the goods." Hieronymus exclaimed trying to be calm and collect. "Although this stuff is from that Volunteer Army place.. could be worth maybe a few more silver?"
"Ask for a single copper over gold again, and Marst will loose yer teeth from yer head, boy. And besides, I am glad you did such a good job this time," He tosses the bent up gold coin at Hieronymus and grunts. "I might even let you in on better catches, might being the word there." The Old Man sighed. He waved a hand at the other man who then walked over to Hieronymus.
"Noice job little pincha. Paheps ya can do betta next toime." He then punched Hieronymus in the face and walked past him to help Marst unload the cargo. When Hieronymus awoke, in the back of the cart, Richy was driving them back to their spot in Old Town.
"Damn he hit's like a steam tank don' he..." He grumbled as he rubbed the dried blood from his nose. "Let's hitch the horse and get some shut eye..." The two of them went inside, after Richy hitched the Horse.
We'll see what they do next in Tales of Thievery.
( For GM's, Curious Folk, and people of the AVA alike here is the thing so I am not shot at.
Sannas' was cool with it and I believe there is an alley that runs between the buildings behind there. Any questions let me know!)
Do you have what it takes to join the Fighting Blues?
Do you have what it takes to defend your homeland?
Will you stand up in defense of the innocent? The weak?
Will you stand up in defense of Justice and the Law?
Do you have what it takes to defend your homeland?
Will you stand up in defense of the innocent? The weak?
Will you stand up in defense of Justice and the Law?