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IC: The Heist. (Closed RP.)


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Cyrodil... Home of one of the finest guilds in Tamriel. The thieves guild. It was a successful one, due to its members. Their guild house was filled with experienced pickpocketers, avid Marksmen, horrifying swordsmen, and athletic sneakers. It was in the Guild Master's best interest to provide for his guild, and most importantly, himself. A new opportunity arose for him, when he heard of a valuable item. It's name, looks, and whereabouts, were unknown. After all it could perhaps be another Myth. A myth that could bring fortune to Esthrin's guild.

The old Imperial rest his head, on his hand contemplating on his decision of relocating, his own recruits. Thievery, espionage, manipulation, bribery.... It's in all of their bloods... I hope this is worth it.

Lyihna was the first to leave of the recruits. It wasn't easy for her to say goodbye to the others. A good riddance could have been preferred in the young breton eyes. She turned to her companion, scrunching her eyebrows. " You insist on going everywhere I go don't you? I told you Ivory could have taken care of you, but no.... you insist on coming with me..." She said to Paelon.

Paelon's bright hazel eyes looked back at Lyihna with a blank stare, while she panted. The wait for food was now taken place, and it was something that was hard to acquire. Lyihna sighed, and rolled her eyes. The food that was going to be tossed in her mouth was now tossed to Palon's mouth, and was caught with ease.

"Damn you and your appetite..." she said to Paelon again.

Days, weeks, perhaps months have gone by before Lyihna reached her homeland, Highrock. The warmth of the place was short lived, once she reached the Northpoint, Jehenna. A city she never planned on visiting. Her eyes wandered the area, and smiled. It wasn't often she got to come back to her land, especially since she left on bad terms. It was almost unsettling coming back to Highrock. A subtle feeling came from her stomach, a feeling that was felt in a similar position, back in Cyrodil. The streets of Jehenna was something easy for her to navigate, and soothing, but her smile faded when she heard the barks of her companion Paelon.

"Can't you just shut up for one second... Come on..." she said placing her hands in her pocket.

It was now time for her to meet Xandr... a Thief native to Daggerfall. Thoughts swarmed her mind about how the Breton would look like. The whole scenario felt familiar to her. This time it was subtle. Delicate butterflies, flew in her stomach, causing her to fiddle with her bandages. Perhaps, it was anxiety that was being felt. He has to be there... I know he does... Will he...? She thought to herself. Doubt, started roaming her mind, causing her to rub her bandage, filled arm. Another bark was heard causing Lyihna to flinch.

"Dammit Paelon shut up..." She said once again.

Another sigh came from her, before she continued her search for the young Breton.
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"A nordic thief? I suppose being 6"4 and 220 pounds can scare a man into giving him coin, but being able to sneak with all that muscle on you? Yeah that would be fun" The nineteen year old, breton said.

His eyes watched the clouds flow, while tossing a rock in the air. It has been three hours, since the breton had left the area. His eyes shifted to the man sitting next to him, a Jehenna native, named Kulvin.

"You would be surprised. Saw an orc thief once. A talented woman she was... only the gods know how she spent her spare time, practicing lockpicking though." He said laying back with a smirk.

Xandr shot up, while glaring into Kulbin's eyes "What is that suppose to mean?" He said out of curiosity.

Kulvin eyed Xandr back with a blank look. "She was good with her hands." he replied.

Xandr raised an eyebrow, "Don't tell me..."

Kulvin eyes widen, while he waved his hands. " Xandr... she was a smith, before she got into thievery. She was eleven years older than me. What did you think I was talking about?"

Their eyes wandered from each other when they saw a husky in front of them, to notice a woman standing behind it. Both of the men got up to confront the woman.

Her curiosity filled her mind, when she remembered that manmer were short. Lyihna could tell she had a couple inches on one of the bretons.

" So, which one of you is Xandr." She said in a subtle tone. Her arms were crossed, while she waited for a respone.

"That would be me. You must be one of the 'Cyrodilian' thief's. What's your name?"

"Lyihna..."

"Well you know I am Xandr, and this is Kulvin. A native of Jehenna." Kulvin gave a subtle wave, causing Lyihna to nod.

Xandr scanned the woman ahead. It was easy to tell she wasn't fully breton. His fingers rested at his sides, wondering if the others arrived after her.

"Do you know how long it will take for the other's to arrive?" He asked

Lyihna shook her head, before placing a seat on the cool grass below. The wait for the other recruits were now on, and waiting was something Lyihna didn't appreciate.
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"And this one supposes that being over seven foot would be a hindrance?" A deep obviously Khajiit voice asked the Human-sounding woman whom was belittling the Nord about his height, while he had been some distance away, his combination of heightened Khajiit hearing and the senses of a were lion often made hearing those who were far away, contemptuously easy. Walking over to them through the cool grass, a subtle smile crept across his feline features exposing his large canine teeth , he recognised the people who were gathered there as his fellow thieves guild members. "Greetings" He added in the same deep tone as before, a subtle bow of respect following the greeting.

The Khajiit himself was either a Cathay or a cathay-Raht as evident by his towering height, however his fur was not of a jaguar as some may suspect, but rather it was in stripes like that of a Tiger. His tail was softly swishing from side to side as he waited for some form of response, not that one was particularly needed, especially given the task at hand. He particularly liked High Rock, if only for the overly abundant and petty nobles that were everywhere in the province, each of them owning a veritable fortune of gold and valuable items that would surely fetch a good price.

"This one would like to know where the others are, yes?" Jo' asked referring to the other thieves guild recruits and their locations. Likely they just hadn't arrived yet, or perhaps they had gotten themselves lost in the fields and hills of High Rock.


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Linor walked the streets of Jehanna alone and at a moderate pace, his rough and dirty grey cloak with its washed out colour, torn and muddied edges that clung to his shoulders as his small stature slid between citizens, beggars, merchants and all sorts wandering the roughly cobbled streets heading towards their multitude destinations. All meaningless to him.
Clearly underfed orphan children ran the streets and pushed past thin, sickly but still skimpily dressed harlots that displayed what little they had to show, hoping to attract some hopeless man's or petty noble for some easy coin. Such filth lined the streets of most cities. There always was. Sometimes hidden in some backstreet, basement or inconspicuous house but from Cyrodiil's south to High Rock's north you could always find the same squalor, poverty and desperation in people, Man, mer or beast...

He turned a corner off the main street onto a thinner one between two buildings. He pulled his hood up as he turned hoping not to stand out as a Bosmer leaving the crowd. He peered up at the roofs warily. Linis was probably somewhere up there, among the rooftops leaping from building to building. Linis had likely even watched him the whole way here. They had mostly raided in the Wrothgarian's but still there was always the danger of someone spotting a Bosmer with a bow all the way up in northern High rock and put two and two together... So Linis stayed out of sight and since Linor wasn't as agile and acrobatic or athletic he had to remain inconspicuous on the ground.

He turned a few more corners and... Damn! A dead end. He grabbed the edge of his cloak and pulled off his hood, annoyed, before turning around to look into his own reflection. He looked at his face for a second or so before he noticed the smile and skin more tanned than his.

"Brother..." He said simply before he was cut off by his twin pecking him lightly. He hadn't even heard Linis softly dropping down behind him.

"Come on, we need to get to the arranged location." Linis said to his now faintly smiling twin brother as he turned and set off, now in the correct direction. Linor caught up to him and grabbed him by the arm.
"Someone might see you... Us! If we're recognised then..." He hissed. Linis just smiled back.
"You worry too much." He replied. "Jehanna doesn't know us, especially not you..."
They set off into the city again.

Within a few minutes they'd found the shop that had been described to them in Northpoint a few days back. Linis helped Linor climb up the side of the building to survey the situation from above like large dark gray birds perched upon the building. Indeed there were people there. Linor was the first to jump off carefully landing near the wall into the cool backgarden behind the shop followed by Linis skillfully somersaulting before landing beside him. Both of them identical, looking at the assembled party, Linis, bemused but Linor quite serious.
"Well, hello..." Linor begun.


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Foriel walked up to a group, some of which he knew. He was silent, from lots of practice as a thief, spy, and scout. He had left his horse with a barkeep that other friends said he could trust. Not his favorite horse, mind you, just one he had found on the road. Midnight, his favorite horse, was back in Cyrodil, with the main branch of the Thieve's Guild. On his shoulder, his falcon, Aria sat quietly. Aria was brown and white in color and of average size.

"How are you?" he asked the group, "Jo'Kar, Lyihna, long time, no see." He walked over to a wall, with a barrel next to it, and sat on the barrel. He was in some elvish armor, with a robe of dark blue over it. As always, whenever he went into enemy territory, he was prepared with a story that he and his family had lived peacefully in northern Cyrodil, one day, an Aldmeri Dominion Army came, and Foriel had seen his village burning one day when he had been out hunting, he had since sworn revenge on the Dominion. Over his left shoulder, he carried a bow. The bow was made of ebony, and so were its arrows. On his back were two quivers, with two swords on either side of his waist, in their sheaths. Two daggers were in between them, in matching sheaths. On his right shoulder, Foriel carried a bag. Inside the bag were common supplies, like food, water, and first-aid materials. There were also some uncommon supplies in it, like lock picks, a journal, and some armor. The armor was made of leather, and had lots of pockets in it. Foriel often wore it when he was on a heist.


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Xandr chuckled, while keeping contact with the Khajiit. " Heightened sense of sight during the night... Paws that conceal movement whenever you walk, jog, or run. Hand eye coordination, that is better then the average human, and maybe even mer... Not to mention the Athleticism, and Acrobatics, come naturally. I am sure being seven feet tall, can be an exception in that matter." He said with a smile.

Xandr bent over and began fiddling with the dirt, before continuing his point. " But physical traits, can only do so much for you... One of the strongest weapon's anyone can have is that." He said pointing the Khajiit's head.

Lyihna shook her head, before turning to Jo' with a smile. " Look who decided to show up for the job. Hopefully you won't have to go pointing that bow at anyone." she said.

She looked around the area, before looking back at the Seven foot Cathay-Raht. "Don't know... we all left at different times... We're the first ones here." she said.

Lyihna, turned around to see two boiches. Two Identical Boiches. She raised an eyebrow, looking at the unfamiliar faces. A subtle wave came from her, before she turned back. Around her stomach turned, when the Boiches approached the group. Causing her to pivot over, to keep them in her line of sight. Her hand gently rubbed her arm, again, while waiting for the others to arrive, until another voice was heard. A familiar one at that. Another Bosmer showed up, causing a subtle smirk to appear on her face.

"Ah... Foriel, a name hard to forget. It's been going." She said as her eyes shifted away.


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Dar'Khal did not like this place. He had just been sent to some city in High Rock from the nice, warm, rich and easy Imperial City. In the Imperial City he knew the sewers and he knew which houses and shops and people to rob. Now, he had to re-adapt.

He had arrived in the city mere hours ago and since then had been searching for this "Xandr" he was told to contact though the guild had neglected to mention where exactly he could be found. He approached a beggar on his knees pleading for gold on the side of the street. "This one could provide it with gold, if it can help this one find Xandr" Dar'Khal offered the beggar assuming that like in the Imperial City the beggars up here would help the guild for a price. The beggar took a moment to decipher the Khajiit's way of speaking "Yes! yes! I know where you can find him! gold first!" the beggar stammered. Dar'Khal handed over fifteen gold coins. The beggars eyes lit up as he started rambling off directions.

Dar'Khal, following the directions he was given by the beggar, came across a peculiar group which he was thankful to see included a fellow Khajiit. He assumed that this must be the guild. "This one is looking for the one called Xandr. Has he come to the right place?" he asked as he looked at the group noting that most of them were armed with bows and a few wore plate mail. That didn't make sense to him, in a robbery you tried to avoid fighting and even if it did come to that bows and swords were the worst choice... daggers and claws were best for close quarters. He wondered if this was a bandit gang staying in the city rather than the guild and began to feel inadequate. He was rather small physically and was only armed with two ebony daggers and armoured with boiled leather over cloth... if this was a bandit gang he hoped he could at least outrun them.


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"Ah... welcome to Jehenna. It looks like we can get started." Xandr gave a good look to all of his fellow guild members before continuing, the tedious speech he was going to give.

"Now it is easy to tell why all of you are here, and it is a great opportunity to make some coin." He eyed the The bret/nord ahead of him with a smirk. " Recently I discovered, a rumor about an item... or should a say jewelry. Only problem, is it can only be found in the reach. So, Lyihna it will be up to you to acquire it's whereabouts." he said with a serious tone.

Lyihna scowled at Xandr, with intent. "Wait? How am I suppose to go out there without suspicion? It's not like I am a..." She crossed her arms, while tapping them. The thought of what he was about to say could only leave her to more frustration.

"Why can't you do it yourself? I am not the only human, around here..." she replied.

Xandr shook his head, before continuing. "Are you telling me you are not fit for the job?"

Her scowl stayed on her face as she sat back down "Just get on with it..." She bickered at him.

Xandr paused to let the silence kick in. "... Lyihna, will be the one heading to the reach, to get more information. Once, its done we can take over the heist from their. Now all of you will be given task throughout this job. In order to keep this running, we will be acquiring more coin. Luckily Jehenna is flooded with petty nobles... houses... and stores. Right Kulvin?"

The Breton chuckled from the mockery Xandr, has given him.

"Come, here is the map of our new Guild house, that is where you will find me, and that is where we will meet for further instructions. Meet mere their Midday. It won't be wise for all of us to walk their together. Jehenna guards aren't the brightest, but they are not stupid." Xandr said, while handing out the small map of Jehenna.

Lyihna snatched one of the maps from the fellow breton, before walking away.


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Foriel returned the smile that Lyihna gave him. "Good," he said to her. "I wouldn't want to have to go through introducing myself again, you know, it can be so annoying. Nice to see I'm not the only one to bring a friend." Foriel then turned the rest of his attention to the Breton that looked to be their guide. Foriel patiently listened to the whole speech then cleared his throat.

"I'll take one of those maps, please," he said. Foriel stepped forwards and took one of the maps from the Breton. "Thank you," he said. Foriel then turned around and looked at the wall his barrel was leaning against. This will be easy, he thought to himself as he looked up the wall. He took a deep breath and then climbed up on top of the barrel, and then jumped up, barely reaching a point where he could climb up to the top of the wall. Aria was already waiting for him up there. She looked at him, almost like asking him what took so long. "Oh, shut up," Foriel said.

Foriel looked at the map he had in his hand and smiled. Jehanna seemed to be pretty easy to navigate, and the Guild House was not too far from where he was now. At least, that was what it looked like. Foriel motioned for Aria to sit back on his shoulder, which she did. Foriel continued forwards for three streets, then went to the left two streets. He stopped on a roof to consult his map again. He looked ahead of him, and saw a guard tower.

There were a few guards standing around it, and most of them looked like they had bows. Foriel looked below him, and thought he had seen Lyihna. He examined the person closer for a few seconds, and then realized it wasn't her. Well, Foriel thought, as he took a drink of water from his water skin, I should probably get out of sight of the guards.

With that thought in mind, Foriel climbed back down to the ground, onto the streets of Jehanna, Aria still on his shoulder. Ahead of him, a small feminine figure in some nice clothes was walking. Time for me to get some coin, Foriel thought. He then remembered what the Breton had said. For the heist, of course... Foriel walked up to the figure and picked her pocket.

As Foriel walked away, he looked at what he had grabbed. It was a nice piece of jewelry, with what looked to be a garnet in it. So, a silver necklace, with a garnet, that should fetch some nice coin, especially in a war torn country, exactly like this one, Foriel thought. He increased his pace, trying to get to the Guild House as quickly as he could.


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Lyihna's feet trudged through the streets of Jehenna without any sign of remorse. Her hands were placed on her sides. She never laid her eyes upon the map that was given to her by the breton named Xandr. Am I not up for the job... She thought causing her to speak aloud. " I can show you who's not up for the job..." her fist was clinched as the words left her mouth.

Her eyes left the ground to look ahead. Foriel was in her line of sight doing what he does best... Thievery. A quick shake of the head came before a stride towards the boiche. Her back faced Foriel's path, while her she faced him. She paced backwards, before giving A tap on his armor with her. " Hopefully that sturdy armor of yours doesn't grab the attention of any 'unwanted' guest." she said with a smirk.

"Luckily you have those robes." she continued.

Her body shifted forward her nostril's expanded. Warm, and subtle spices eased into her nostrils, causing her to smile. It was the smell of freshly cooked meat, and a young female ahead was flaunting her meat. She walked towards the food stand ahed, and crossed her arms, ]

"A woman with a good sense in taste, I am sure this freshly cut, Venison won't disappoint!" The woman said , handing Lyihna a piece.

A smirk came from her, when she took the meat. Paelon was next to her wagging her obnoxious tail. "I guess I am not the only girl with an appetite," she said flicking a piece to her companion.

Paelon caught the meat with ease, and began chewing with delight. The young hunter smiled at the sight of Lyihna's dog. "She is such a cute dog... I wish I can have her." she said, while blushing.

Lyihna eyed the woman, "You can have her." she said, while flicking a few coins to the woman. She left the stand, while giving a wave to thank her, with Paelon shortly following. She beckoned Foriel to join her.

"So... Foriel let's go 'home'" she said as a joke.


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Linis took the map from the man and walked back towards his brother who instantly snatched it out of his hands and into his satchel.
"Allow me NOT to lose it in some rooftop chase..." He said. Linis just rolled his eyes and leapt up onto the window sill before grasping at the crevices in the stone wall of the building and swinging himself onto the roof.

Linor bowed his head slightly before pulling his hood up and leaving into the streets via the shop itself. He was back on the muddy and badly cobbled streets of the city. "Where in this city could he make some easy coin?" He mused. Walking the streets for a fair few minutes he looked around at the people passing him. A well-of looking man was heading towards him at a steady pace, his belly large and fat as was his almost pudgy face. His waistcoat was trimmed with velvet and lace while a heavy looking purse hung of his belt. A merchant. Linor coughed a few times and hunched his back as he approached the man.
"Good sir, I see you are a man of wealth and business?"
"Indeed I am, and what is it to you?" The man replied haughtily, waving his ring-covered hand dismissively.
"Oh, I am but a poor alchemist from the far woods..." He lied. "...and I know a man of prosperity such as your'selves needs good fortune more than most." He stopped watching the merchants face from beneath the hood. The man seemed to ponder the idea for a moment before replying. "Yes, I am quite fortunate to be making a reasonable profit each month..." He slowed his speech enquiringly as if for an offer. Linor knew he'd caught his prey. He pulled out a small rose-glass vial and put it to his eye. "This potent elixir ensures all manner of transactions and luck for anyone who drinks it. Anyone's wishes come true with it." The merchant now had his eyes glued to the vial.
"Can I..." He reached out to grasp it but Linor was faster and had already withdrawn the vial in to the folds of his cloak. "Ah... But for the right price..." Linor was quite certain of the transaction now but he had to hold the money in his purse before he felt safe.

The merchant grimaced at Linor when he mentioned a price but nonetheless he pulled open the coinpurse with his fat fingers and elicited a few gleaming gold coins. Out of the corner of his eye Linor saw two watchmen looking at them across the crowded street with suspicion. Linor hurriedly pulled out a clear glass vial with a greasy hand and handed it to the merchant for the money who took the vial into his hand bit no sooner than Linor grasped his other palm with his own, rubbing the grease off it at the same time and unfolded the merchants clenched fist one finger at a time. "Pour but one drop into your wine before sleep tonight, and two the next night and three the night after, and four and five until the vial runs dry and you shall become rich beyond your wildest dreams." He said before turning away only to see the surprised merchant turn away wiping his now greasy hand on his waistcoat with disgust.

Linor shook his head. People often just made it far too easy to fool themselves sometimes. He put the 5 gold and silver, jewel encrusted rings into his pocket alongside the rose-glass vial and a box of oily pomade, before walking away speedily and taking a few turns.

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Linis skirted the rooftops of the city admiring the cityscape of lonely chimneys and tiled or sometimes thatched roofs. He ran up and down the lengths and peered over the railings to look upon the streets. He leapt from roof to roof above small backstreets and the helmeted heads of the guards who patrolled them. People never looked up, did they? he laughed to himself as he sat down on a roof, enjoying the cool air of the encroaching evening.

He looked across to another building across from him. A three storey one, a tavern likely the windows were mostly dark apart from the brightly lit ones below, he noticed as he peered down precariously hanging over the edge. 'The Ogre's Purse' he could just make out in the dim light below. Clearly a successful tavern by the looks of it.

Linis circumvented the rooftops to get to the other side of the still busy but thinning street where he dropped himself of the edge of the roof onto the ledge of the window below. He gently crouched down on it and balanced himself while pulling out a thin lockpick and an arrow from the small quiver at his belt. He fiddled with the lock on the window for a moment till he heard it click and he managed to lift it up just enough to tuck the tip of his arrow into the gap and wedge it there allowing him to slip his nimble begolved fingers in and open the window. He jumped in softly into the room.

He looked around the empty room and saw light coming in through the crack under the door. Noise came from below as well. People getting merry on booze and song. He scoured the room and noticed that someones luggage had already been brought up and the few bags looked promising. He untied the bags and reached in.
Papers, clothes, a dagger, skirt and some undergarments, clearly a couple traveled together. Ah! A purse of silver! The money for their travel he assumed. Well now they'd be lucky to stay in Jehanna for long. He glanced over the papers quickly: Albert and Emilia Boudoine it seemed. It appeared luck was not in their favor.

He then turned his attention to the chest against the wall. He quickly pried the simple clip-lock open with an arrow-tip and looked inside. More clothes, some food and blankets and a wonderful set of four thin silver and opal encrusted goblets. Those went straight to Linis' bag. He shut the chest and clsed the bags before slipping out the window and closing it. He skilfully clambered up to the roof and from there he skirted the city again now feeling happy and free of the task to collect some coin. He searched for his beloved twin finding him soon walking hurriedly down an almost empty alley. He hid in the shadows and made his way down carefully as not to attract attention until he was on the ground and walked a few steps behind Linor hoping to surprise him from behind.

As if on cue Linor turned around. "Well, here you are, as always late." With a gleam in his eye and a thin but genuine smile on his lips. Linis grinned back and joined his brother as he pulled out the map from his pocket. "So, ought we be off?" Linor inquired.
"So we should." Linis laughed back.
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Jo' had not idled, instead he had made himself busy by attempting to track down some form of rich coin source. Though, fortunately Nobles wandered the streets in masses, all of which had a few loose pieces of jewellery or perhaps a fat coin purse. One such noble, a Breton, wandered in front of the seven foot Cathay, he was clearly in some form of stupor, perhaps alcohol driven.

Intentionally bumping into the man with some force, Jo'Kar knocked him quite some distance to the side, though the drunk didn't fall. Which in his state and the plan that Jo' had, was nothing but good. "S-stu...pid...caaat!" The Noble yelled before nonchalantly walking away like nothing had happened. Jo' had raised an eyebrow in amusement at the Noble's remark, such petty insults bothered him not.

In the confusion of him bumping into the Breton, Jo' had grabbed both a sizeable coin purse and a gold ring from the portly man's pockets.

With a mischievous smile, Jo' began to walk away from where he had robbed the Noble, off to find more of such well paying prey.


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After collecting his map Dar'Khal began removing his considerable amount of gold on his person and slipping them safely into concealed pockets in the cloth beneath his boiled leather armour so as to avoid making noise or reflecting light during a burglary.

It didn't take him long after wandering through the city to find a rich-enough looking house with a six-foot tall stone wall around the perimeter. He walked around the back then took a running start and leapt up grabbing the top of the wall then hauled himself up and rolled over the wall landing gracefully in a crouching position before swiftly sneaking up to the house.

He pulled up his hood and cowl then sneaked around to the back door quickly picking the lock then entered the house. The interior of the house was rather richly furnished but he somehow doubted that he could fit furniture into his pockets and if he walked down the streets with sacks of trinkets then he was sure to be arrested.

He swept through the house checking every possible container and helping himself to all the gold, jewellery, gems and precious metals he found. At last he reached the last room in the house: the bedroom on the second floor. The walls were lined with wardrobes, manequins and mounted trophies and weapons. Dar made a quick sweep of the wardrobes and manequins finding three necklaces then looked to the most promising thing in the room: a large chest at the foot of the bed. He opened the chest and swore. Inside the chest were at least a dozen lavish pelts. He estimated that the contents of the chest must be worth several thousand gold pieces. It took him a minute but finally he closed the chest, there was no way he could get away with bringing those furs with him but it pained him to leave such a haul behind.

Lastly he checked the night stand at the side of the bed and found a nice fat purse inside. On the night stand though was something very interesting. A large goblet that appeared to be made from gold with silver inlay. he was contemplating taking it too when it occurred to him that this must be a family heirloom and decided against taking it. Almost any other thief would've taken the goblet but Dar had a personal law against taking things that he knew must be emotionally valuable to someone. Most other thieves looked down on him for that but he always responded that a person needs to have a code. Who ever said there was no honour among thieves?

He was just about to leave when he remembered something and took out one of his knives and started carving something above the headboard of the bed: a grinning cat. It was his signature whenever he robbed a house and whenever he picked someone's pocket he left a token, the material of which varied, carved with the likeness of a grinning cat. The signature earned him several nicknames back in the Imperial City. Usually his guildmates would call him "smiles" back in the capitol since his name was rather inconvenient to pronounce by non-Khajiit.

He exited via the window then climbed back over the fence and began putting his gold back on as if he had never stopped at the house but added one of the gold coins he stole onto the large chain of them around his neck. Another signature of his.


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"My armor attracts the perfect amount of attention, and unwanted guests are shown the door or a sword," Foriel said with a smile, as he and Lyihna walked towards the Guild House. "These robes are lucky, they got me this job." Foriel looked around and saw a very nice shop, but ignored it... for now, at least.

"So, where have you been? I have not seen you since that heist on the merchant caravan. You remember, the one just outside of the Imperial City?" Foriel continued to walk, slightly in front of Lyihna. He then continued, as usual having a few questions to ask. He reached in his pocket and grabbed a small piece of meat, which he threw up to Aria. She caught it and ate in one smooth motion.

"Why did you get rid of your dog? A dog like that could have been helpful, especially in your new line of work. From what I have heard, where your going can be a lonely place, and very dangerous. Not that you can't take care of yourself... You are a big, strong, Nord woman, who knows how to protect herself... And barring that, you can scare them with those Illusions of yours, or those teeny, tiny sharp sticks of yours. I think they are called swords, is that correct?" Foriel stopped talking for a second, but only just, he had to get a sip of water. He swallowed the water and then continued to talk.

"Listen, I'm happy that you caught up with me. I have an idea. What was the reason that our group was gathered together? To steal something, right? Well, I think that everyone is going to show off their skills, so why don't we? Two is better than one, at least it is in this case. And what was it that the other Breton/ Nord said? Something like Jehenna is flooded with nobles, houses, and stores, right? And that we would need to keep increasing profits, to keep the operation going, at least while you are away, I'll call it. So, why don't you help keep the operation going, make an impact before you leave? How about both of us go do what we were hired to do? How about we go steal stuff? In fact, we should steal more than all the others!"

Foriel had a gleam in his eye. He had stolen little on his journey, to speed his journey up, and he was not one to get out of practice. Anyways, Foriel liked coin, liked jewels, liked fancy clothes, liked the sound of windows breaking, liked the sound of a lock unlocking, liked the sound of guards chasing him, liked the sound of guards cursing when he escaped them, liked the look on people's faces when they realized they had lost something, liked the look on people's faces when they couldn't find it, liked the look on people's faces when they realized it must have been stolen, liked the jingle of supplies in his bag, liked the clash of goods in another bag, liked the feel of his mask on his face, liked the sense of accomplishment after stealing something, liked the sense of accomplishment when he was stealing something, liked the sense of accomplishment when he made a plan to steal something, liked figuring out something to steal, liked the thrill of stealing something in the moment, liked the time it took to count his profit, liked the tales he could tell because of his job, and most of all, he liked that he felt like he was actually doing something with his life. Foriel had his own code, he didn't steal from the poor, he didn't steal from family, he didn't steal from friends, he didn't steal items of personal significance, and he always gave some of his profit to those less fortunate from he.


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Lyihna's eyes left Foriels after his question started flowing. Her pace decreased causing her to think of the past. " A few days after the caravan job, I started going on heist with other recruits. That was what the Guildmaster wanted me to do at least." She turned her attention back to Foriel, with a blank stare. "I couldn't get rid of her if I wanted to..." she said looking at Paelon next to her. " Isn't that right?" she said giving a scowl to her dog.

Lyihna shrugged the compliments made from him as she continued her subtle stride towards the guild house. The thought of another heist caused her blood to boil, and her adrenaline to kick in. Her fist clinched, seconds later, while she glanced at Foriel again. "Normally, I would accept that offer, but right now... I just want to get to the guild house." she said, while pulling out her map. Her eyes scanned the map, realizing how close they were at their destination. She smiled at Foriel, while pointing at a small house to their right. "There it is..." It's structure was a battered, while it's rooftops were poorly patched. but to Lyihna's surprise the garden was well kept, like someone was already living there. The whole building gave Lyihna a settling feeling. Her smile was kept on her face, while kept her eyes on the building. She admired, it's poor structure. Jehenna's Thieves Guild.

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Xandr watched all of the Guild members take what they need before heading out. He eyed Kuvlin, with a subtle smile. Are you really that excited on being back in Jehenna? The thought was shrugged off as he patted his comrade on his back. "We have places to be. Let's not be late." He said to Kulvin.

The two left the area to head to the guild house in a hurry. "I'll see you there. Make sure to bring me some presents alright love?" he said with a smile.

"Of course dear." Kulvin said with jokingly.

Xandr took to the roof tops of Jehenna with his eyes set upon coin, jewelry, or anything of value. The city reminded him of Daggerfall, though it was easier to maneuver around here. His athleticism, was above par to say the least when he was on the rooftops. "My how you have changed Jehenna. Do you have anything for me, my lady?" he said to himself. His eyes traveled, to a tailor shop. His pace stopped, while he laid on the rooftop behind it. "Clothing... huh? Maybe there is some use." He said as he got up. A swift leap to the balcony made him smile, the adrenaline was kicking in. The rush of a heist. Something he always loved, and held dear to his heart. Picking at the window, wasn't a task. His fingers, crept along the crack, helping him lift the window up.

The store was occupied with customers, and most importantly a store keeper. Xandr gently pulled his dark brown cowl over his head, as he waited outside the balcony.

Kulvin watched Xandr in his peripherals, while heading into the tailor shop. He burst into the store, with nothing but a smile on his face, "My what a wonderful store this is. I am here to get fitted, for something... Is there anyone in this store with a sense of...taste" he said, with his eyes wandering the area.

The store keeper rolled her eyes, while walking towards him. A fake smile appeared on her face when she approached Kulvin. "How is your day sir? Is there anything you are looking at in particular. Something... you could flaunt around in front of your peers? Or perhaps something for the ladies?" she said.

Kulvin smiled while a subtle chuckle came from him. " Why impress a lady if I can't feel comfortable in what a wear? It does look like I came to the right place. Leather, was something I always found amusing. it's sleek texture always brought out it's color, while it's look can compliment the Tailor. Cotton always brings the softer side of me. It makes me feel free. Blue was a color I was liked, but perhaps I should try something new? Maybe something dull, perhaps a grey? Aw not to fit my personality, but to fit my Morality."

The store keeper chuckled, "You serious?" she said, before she caught herself saying something 'unprofessional.

Kulvin kept his smile "Of course not... I just want something that fits me, and looks nice." He said keeping his eyes on the woman.

Xandr shook his head, before walking through the window. He entered on the second floor, where the chatter became Inaudible. His eyes wandered the floor, and stumbled upon a room. It was tidy, clean and dust free. He smirked, while closing the door. Upstairs was a easy place to find, jewelry, coin, and maybe something better, but another idea popped in his head. Something that even he admired about his brain. The breton, pulled the cowl, from his hood, and walked back to the balcony. He gestured Kulvin to leave, before hopping down to the streets.

Kulvin kept Xandr in his line of sight, until Xandr left the building. His attention was now back at the store keeper ahead.

"You would be surprised, how...demanding some of the people are." she eyed her sister next to her "Hey help the other's out, I am going to be with a customer." she said with a smile.

Her younger sister raised an eyebrow, while glancing at Kulvin. She mouthed the words 'loyalty' to her, which made the store keeper shake her head. The two walked down the small, hall before heading into a room. "Now most of what you said, was probably a joke, but I think I can go with it. Only the eight now, what you really love when it comes to clothing." she kept eyeing Kulvin with a smile.

He watched the woman craft his clothing, it may have taken her a bit, but it was something even Kulvin can like. "Alright Now the hard part." She said with a smile. He stripped from the clothing he had at the moment, to help the woman fit his outfit. To his surprise, the delicate touch she had didn't cause any pins, or needle to poke him. It was an easy fitting, and one he enjoyed.

He smiled looking at his clothing. The grey cotton, short sleeved top was, held together, by the black leather belt he acquired from her. He also, carried black guards, and boots that were also made of leather. "How much is the debt?" he said with I smile.

"382 coins, my good sir."

He smiled, handing the woman a heavy coin purse. "I will be looking forward to your business." he said with a smile. Kulvin left the Tailor shop, hoping Xandr, got his moneys worth.

Xandr smiled at Kulvin when he left the store, his clothing may not have been of noble status, but it was appealing. "Did you get anything" he said, to his friend.

"Her names, Lena. And most of the customer's she gets, are a nuisance. You can tell by the way she looked at me. The store is a decent size, they have a few fitting rooms, and a lot of supplies. What did you find upstairs."

Xandr was pleased to her the size of downstairs. "Upstairs, was well kept, and clean. Though it seems like she doesn't have a lot of valuables. You think this can work?" he asked Kulvin.

"We can use another fence... it would be good to have a tailor around." he said, while walking back to the Guild house.

The two breton's saw Lyihna, and Foriel outside the Guild house and beckoned them to go inside. "We can talk more once we go inside" he said.


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Iogairn grimaced as he saw two inconspicuous looking men approaching him in the streets of Jehenna. He had often found that, the more one tries to look inconspicuous, the more one stands out like a Khajiit in anything other than a skooma den. He rose from the bench he was sitting on and, half turning so not to keep them in his blind spot, began shifting through the crowd.

Iogairn would have liked to describe himself as cautious rather than paranoid. He wasn't entirely sure who these two men were, or who they worked for, but Iogairn was fairly certain that he had annoyed a large enough number of people that the chances of a friendly encounter were fairly slim. He realised that he was not likely to outpace them, due to the fact that, if two were sent to 'fetch' him, then there must be a spare loitering somewhere, waiting to close him in from the other direction. He began to wander casually to the port, swaying a little bit to give the impression he was drunk.

True enough, he saw another incredibly inconspicuous man approaching him from the opposite direction. He sighed. The days where a man could be inconspicuous and go about his own business were long gone, lost in the mists of time before Iogairn became... cautious. Luckily he had thought of an idea...

He fell to the ground, kicking and writhing in mock pain. "Oh, the plague! The plague!" he moaned. People began to swerve out of his way, sending fearful glances his way. He laughed inwardly. Even if these persistent friends of his had the courage to go near him, they'd be killing him in plain sight! It was rare for him to have an idea as good as this while sober...

However, as he closed his eyes, moaned and rolled around a bit more, he heard a voice saying "Don't worry! I'm a professional healer!" followed by footsteps. Iogairn silently cursed the man. The meddling little healer and just crouched down next to his head when he was about to tell him to bugger off. Instead, the apparent healer spoke into his ear, "Alright Iogairn, you can stop pratting around now." Iogairn stopped moaning and opened a single eye.

"Roleon?" he asked in disbelief, and then his bemusement turn to annoyance. "Were those suspiciously inconspicuous lads with you?"

Roleon scowled. "You can't be inconspicuous and suspicious."

"Of course you can. Nobody ever pays attention to people who draw attention to themselves. It's the people who actively look like they're trying to hide who look like they have a great big "I'm going to do something nefarious" sign on them."

He sighed and rubbed his eyes, still looking up at Roleon. "I'm guessing this is Thieves Guild business." At the nod, he rose up and pointed to Roleon. "This man saved me! Let's give him a round of applause ladies and gentlemen!" He began clapping and a few others joined in, with looks of relief and uncertainty mixed together. Then more joined in and soon the whole street was looking at Roleon and noticing his face. The face they would remember was one which was scowling with the utmost irritation at the man he just saved. Iogairn just grinned back.

"What was that for?" Roleon demanded, after they had found a back street. Iogairn was quite content to let the thief take control. He wouldn't go to all that trouble to get him only to kill him out of annoyance. Or at least, he hoped so...
"Next time, don't frighten me," the young bard replied happily. They wound their way through the backstreets of Jehenna. "So what is this business that's so important that you come to me for help?"
"Some girl from the Imperial City wants to steal a gem. This gem is held by the Reachmen."
Iogairn frowned. "And what do you want me to do? Ask the nicely if they're willing to give it up?"
"Just help them get involved with the culture. Shouldn't be too hard, and you'll be paid for it."
They came to a back door which looked quite shabby, which Roleon unlocked and swung open.
"This it? Really? Iogairn asked incredulously.
Roleon crossed his arms. "You think we'd take the large entrance after you made that spectacle? Just get in!"
Iogairn sighed once more and entered. After passing through several more doors which led around the basement, they came to the Guild headquarters which Iogairn remembered.
"Now what?" he asked.
"Now you wait," Roleon replied. "I'd offer you a drink. But since I'm not going to be able to do any jobs for over a month, you don't look that thirsty." He grinned and left him.
Iogairn sighed.


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