Post by Nelixi on Apr 6, 2019 12:01:34 GMT -5
A valiant group of Dwarves, head held high and clad in heavy plate armor, the emblem of their clan displayed proudly as an indication of who they fight for and their convictions, walk along a narrow and dark underground hallway. They looked ready for a fight, but then again they were trained to be. They were unafraid of any potential intruder, and would fight to the death if the need arose. The four soldiers moved with purpose as they opened a heavy iron door with an equally large key, swinging it open and eyeing a crate in the middle of a nondescript storage room. The Dwarves all looked among each other, and gave a nod of confidence as they knew what they needed to do. Marching toward the wooden box they jarred open the top carefully, surely the thought of what they trained for their entire lives running through each brave soldier's mind. They then lazily tossed a quietly ranting Gnome into the box, closed the lid, and marched off.
"Un...believable." The Gnome thought to herself, a bag over her head which made it impossible for her to know exactly where she was. It hasn't been a good evening for the Gnome if it weren't entirely obvious, one moment she was hired to steal an ale recipe from a renowned family brewery in Dun Morogh. Easy enough, it isn't the first time she had been hired to steal from a wealthy family and it certainly wouldn't be the last given how money makes even the noble vindictive. What she didn't account for however was it being a set up--as soon as she made it into the cellar, she found herself swarmed by half a dozen guards. Though this is what the Gnome known as Nelixi signed up for, the very real possibility of capture. What made Nelixi fetch a premium price as a thief however is her ability to slip out of virtually any predicament without fail. Granted there were...exceptions, it had been an extremely long time since she had failed.
Nelixi tested her bonds--her wrists were tied behind her back tightly, to make matters worse her ankles were also bound and connected to her wrists in, taking the form of a hogtie. It made any movement virtually impossible, and she had absolutely no idea where she was. Nelixi took a deep breath--first things first she needed to get the bag off, and hastily began brushing her chin against the wooden floor of the crate. It took her several minutes but eventually she was able to loosen the string around her neck to let the bag slip off, giving her sight--greeted with a pitch dark aside from the faint candlelight piercing the narrow cracks of the wooden panels. She slapped her bare feet against the sides of the crate as hard as she could--it wouldn't budge, she sighed and thought, muffling to herself as the mask she often wears around her mouth was used against her and knotted tightly against the back of her head. "Where am I? What do they plan on doing with me?" She hummed and pressed her ear against the wooden walls, not hearing a sound outside. She must be alone.
Perfect.
This was exactly what she needed, being able to make as much noise as possible. If she were lucky there would be a sharp edge of some sort she could use to her advantage. She used her toes to tap and feel around the surrounding area. Nelixi closed her eyes and focused entirely on her sense of touch--suddenly she found it. Part of a nail jutting into the crate from a corner. Nelixi's eyes lit up and she muffled, shimmying over and started to grind her ankle ropes against the sharp point of the nail. It took several minutes but eventually she freed herself, with a jolt of speed she jumped straight to her feet, wobbling a bit after not walking for several minutes.
Nelixi leaned against the crate, listening for anything as she carefully guided her wrists to the same nail, a good thief always double checks after all. Don't leave any stone twice unturned.
"...forge...catcher......ant..."
The Gnome frowned as she continued to grunt and work the ropes off of her wrists, once freed she reaches up to undo the painfully tight mask that was used against her. Removing it with a gasp of air she lurched into the crate's siding, "...Still in this." She muttered to herself, ever the optimist. She wrapped the mask around her hand and punched at the top of her wooden prison. Another punch. She launched every strike as hard as she could with the protected fist until it jarred loose. Eyes lighting up once more, she pushed the paneling aside and quietly climbed out.
Bottoms of her feet slapping loudly against the warm stone ground, her eyes explored the dimly lit storage room with intent. Looking for any door that did not have guards standing in front of it. Failing that? Some sort of ventilation system as unlikely as that might be. Bouncing across a multitude of crates--who knows how many other unfortunate Gnomes thrash within she crept toward the one exit she could find. The one unfortunate one with a patrol just outside. She had one opportunity.
Reaching down to grab a loose stone near the edge of the door she casually tossed it up and down into her palm, before gripping it tightly and throwing it with all her strength against the back wall, causing the rock to break and alerting the guard. Causing them to swing the door open and storm in with a friend! Nelixi took a deep breath, enveloped in the darkness of the room, quickly swung around and quietly walked down the hallway. She softly tapped each door open as she could, peering inside to check the contents of the room quickly before heading up a winding staircase. No other guard were present, having overcompensated guarding the storage room. She didn't have much time however once they discovered the crate was empty...-if- they discovered it at all.
After climbing one set of stairs she was in the lower foyer of the brewery, next to a stack of kegs. In between was a safe, Dwarven in creation, Bronzebeard styled locking mechanisms. Much like what she would see around Anvilmar. She grinned and dug into a hidden compartment underneath her wrists, pulling out a lockpick. She then set to work, checking over her shoulder as oddly enough, no noise came from downstairs. The lock proved to be of no issue, cracking it with ease while pulling it open, browsing the coin, documents and deeds. The deeds were of no use to her, though the coin and documents...well the coin could go to her. Her contacts mentioned to bring them any valuable from the safe, but she wasn't paid enough to lift a deed, and far too little to consider giving up coin that they had no business knowing about. The documents were what she needed. Sliding a finger underneath the flap she pulled out hastily scribbled down notes. This is what she wanted.
"Un...believable." The Gnome thought to herself, a bag over her head which made it impossible for her to know exactly where she was. It hasn't been a good evening for the Gnome if it weren't entirely obvious, one moment she was hired to steal an ale recipe from a renowned family brewery in Dun Morogh. Easy enough, it isn't the first time she had been hired to steal from a wealthy family and it certainly wouldn't be the last given how money makes even the noble vindictive. What she didn't account for however was it being a set up--as soon as she made it into the cellar, she found herself swarmed by half a dozen guards. Though this is what the Gnome known as Nelixi signed up for, the very real possibility of capture. What made Nelixi fetch a premium price as a thief however is her ability to slip out of virtually any predicament without fail. Granted there were...exceptions, it had been an extremely long time since she had failed.
Nelixi tested her bonds--her wrists were tied behind her back tightly, to make matters worse her ankles were also bound and connected to her wrists in, taking the form of a hogtie. It made any movement virtually impossible, and she had absolutely no idea where she was. Nelixi took a deep breath--first things first she needed to get the bag off, and hastily began brushing her chin against the wooden floor of the crate. It took her several minutes but eventually she was able to loosen the string around her neck to let the bag slip off, giving her sight--greeted with a pitch dark aside from the faint candlelight piercing the narrow cracks of the wooden panels. She slapped her bare feet against the sides of the crate as hard as she could--it wouldn't budge, she sighed and thought, muffling to herself as the mask she often wears around her mouth was used against her and knotted tightly against the back of her head. "Where am I? What do they plan on doing with me?" She hummed and pressed her ear against the wooden walls, not hearing a sound outside. She must be alone.
Perfect.
This was exactly what she needed, being able to make as much noise as possible. If she were lucky there would be a sharp edge of some sort she could use to her advantage. She used her toes to tap and feel around the surrounding area. Nelixi closed her eyes and focused entirely on her sense of touch--suddenly she found it. Part of a nail jutting into the crate from a corner. Nelixi's eyes lit up and she muffled, shimmying over and started to grind her ankle ropes against the sharp point of the nail. It took several minutes but eventually she freed herself, with a jolt of speed she jumped straight to her feet, wobbling a bit after not walking for several minutes.
Nelixi leaned against the crate, listening for anything as she carefully guided her wrists to the same nail, a good thief always double checks after all. Don't leave any stone twice unturned.
"...forge...catcher......ant..."
The Gnome frowned as she continued to grunt and work the ropes off of her wrists, once freed she reaches up to undo the painfully tight mask that was used against her. Removing it with a gasp of air she lurched into the crate's siding, "...Still in this." She muttered to herself, ever the optimist. She wrapped the mask around her hand and punched at the top of her wooden prison. Another punch. She launched every strike as hard as she could with the protected fist until it jarred loose. Eyes lighting up once more, she pushed the paneling aside and quietly climbed out.
Bottoms of her feet slapping loudly against the warm stone ground, her eyes explored the dimly lit storage room with intent. Looking for any door that did not have guards standing in front of it. Failing that? Some sort of ventilation system as unlikely as that might be. Bouncing across a multitude of crates--who knows how many other unfortunate Gnomes thrash within she crept toward the one exit she could find. The one unfortunate one with a patrol just outside. She had one opportunity.
Reaching down to grab a loose stone near the edge of the door she casually tossed it up and down into her palm, before gripping it tightly and throwing it with all her strength against the back wall, causing the rock to break and alerting the guard. Causing them to swing the door open and storm in with a friend! Nelixi took a deep breath, enveloped in the darkness of the room, quickly swung around and quietly walked down the hallway. She softly tapped each door open as she could, peering inside to check the contents of the room quickly before heading up a winding staircase. No other guard were present, having overcompensated guarding the storage room. She didn't have much time however once they discovered the crate was empty...-if- they discovered it at all.
After climbing one set of stairs she was in the lower foyer of the brewery, next to a stack of kegs. In between was a safe, Dwarven in creation, Bronzebeard styled locking mechanisms. Much like what she would see around Anvilmar. She grinned and dug into a hidden compartment underneath her wrists, pulling out a lockpick. She then set to work, checking over her shoulder as oddly enough, no noise came from downstairs. The lock proved to be of no issue, cracking it with ease while pulling it open, browsing the coin, documents and deeds. The deeds were of no use to her, though the coin and documents...well the coin could go to her. Her contacts mentioned to bring them any valuable from the safe, but she wasn't paid enough to lift a deed, and far too little to consider giving up coin that they had no business knowing about. The documents were what she needed. Sliding a finger underneath the flap she pulled out hastily scribbled down notes. This is what she wanted.
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