Marceline
Thief
"Orders? Don't worry about me: you name it, I'll do my best to get it done."
Posts: 26
Profession: Etrurian Knight
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Marceline
OoC Alias: Ardent
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Post by Marceline on Oct 26, 2018 18:15:49 GMT -6
In her eyes, it was understandable that Carlisle knew nothing of what she spent years of her life developing. Not only did they never formally meet and talk after the escape from Etruria, but the prince must have been sheltered off from the affairs of his followers for some time. Marceline's talent had to come from struggling to make it by and raise war funds for years among others of middling nobility as former knights... Speaking of which, what was the deal with the knights? The thief understood so much about her friends yet had no intention of asking about their choice to defect from their homeland as she had. She herself had explained the memory of her mentor many times, but not once did she think of asking back. The trivial matter only served to make her question who the sheltered one really was out of the two.
"Okay, so... First things first. Silence is golden, but concealment is better. You can make as much noise as your heart desires so long as no one knows your physical presence. In fact, making someone think they've gone mad from hearing voices is a pretty effective way of gaining an upper hand against someone. But the minute you're spotted, it's all over and you're trapped. Stay hidden at all costs," she explained with a hint of confident expertise in her voice that had recently come to light. She clearly knew what she was talking about. "Forgive me if this is too large or brash of a request, Commander, but if you believe your armor may render you immobile at the worst time, I encourage you to stash some of it in a hidden location for us to retrieve later. The less we have to draw a weapon, the better.
Explaining these tips and tactics to the man made Marcy feel like a child talking about their favorite story or a merchant advertising their best-selling goods. Her insight about the mentality of the stalker and the stalked had revitalized her memory of applying herself in training. The vision came as vividly as if it were the recent past... It was late into the summertime during a particularly strange training regiment: the mentor called it "Tower Defense". Four of his students stood at opposite ends of the training ground with a flag behind them. All that a team would need to do is to either defeat all of the opposing team or cut the flag to emerge victorious. Clearly, the match was uneven: a group of four burly boys (two with medium armor) stood against an amateur archer, two lancers, and a young girl toting a wooden practice sword that clearly contrasted her pale yellow sundress.
"Well, if it isn't the crybaby. What's the matter? Did I make you sad last time? Let's do this again," one of the armored boys boasted. The girl in the sundress simply scowled and gripped the practice blade tighter before leading the charge into the fray. Predictions and indicators danced around in her head in an elaborate waltz, each pattern from her several defeats at the hands of this team sliding into place like words onto a page. Her team had been following a layout she had practiced: the archer in the middle back to have as many chances to hit with the sandbag arrows as needed, the two lancers to the left and right that could work as walls, and the girl in the front making a blitzkrieg down the middle.
Her calculations were spot-on. The first three were left sprinting for the girl after a lucky shot from the archer and the advancing lancers. All that lay in front of her was the taunting boy that readied his wooden shield back for a shield bash punch that would never hit. The girl had seen this coming several times. Perhaps a bit literally, judging from her black eye that was still healing. A duck, grapple, then a pummel with the end of the training weapon to the back of the head. Swift, effective, and certainly a move that was never soon forgotten among her friends. The flag was hers. Her mentor commended her for her speed and cunning, a trait not often seen in recruits. Later that night, the girl was somewhat popular among some of the weaker recruits. It wasn't the admiration that pleased her, no. Far from it: the rush of adrenaline that coursed through her veins, that reflex to keep going and one day avoid pain upon her or her allies, that is what motivated her. She felt powerful. She felt needed.
She felt useful.
Marceline gasped as the memory quickly faded like a spellcaster slipping up, jolting back to reality and looking back at Carlisle. "Ngh... M-My apologies, Commander. Is there anything else you want to know?"
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Carlisle "Hartmut"
Cavalier
Posts: 67
Profession: Lost Heir
Affiliation: Old Etruria
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Carlisle
OoC Alias: Vin
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Oct 31, 2018 11:06:04 GMT -6
"No, your explanation is fine for now." Immediately the prince began to undo his armor. It was light by armor standards but if there was any chance it would become a problem he would not risk letting it be so. He started with his gauntlets and followed it by his cloak. The rest quickly followed. There was no time to spare for ceremony. "I will leave it all here." Carlisle placed his armor on the side of the road behind a large tree. The only accessory he kept on him was his flower brooch and of course his sword.
"I fear I am not as nimble as you are but please, lead on, and if necessary think not of prioritizing me." it sounded counter intuitive to his interests but if he was dragging her efficiency down then he would jeopardize their mission. "In fact, if you deem my lack of presence necessary I will understand and withdraw." His face was stern and his voice earnest. He wanted her to trust him. He wanted her to know that he was not an adamant lord who thought he was always right. Perhaps most of all he wanted her to understand that he was willing to put his full faith in someone else, even her.
He rolled his shoulders a few times before placing a hand lightly over his sword's hilt. He held it firm so it would not swing about into his legs or other objects. "Unless there is anything else to address I believe we have a hike before us."
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Marceline
Thief
"Orders? Don't worry about me: you name it, I'll do my best to get it done."
Posts: 26
Profession: Etrurian Knight
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Marceline
OoC Alias: Ardent
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Post by Marceline on Nov 4, 2018 19:22:27 GMT -6
Hearing Car- Hartmut (damn) tell her to disregard him should he be "in the way" was something she really didn't want to hear. Why was he so intent on allowing her to exercise discretion when it came to this? The command could easily be interpreted as "get it done no matter what I'm doing", but it could just as much mean "lead on". Hell, maybe even a mix of both! Yippie, double whammy "Noted. Let's get going then," Marceline flatly responded as she started on the path once again to trail Sir Percival's captors all the while keeping her mind frantically buzzing with thoughts and questions. Couldn't fate have given her a less confusing liege to serve under? Then again, it wasn't her place to question that especially. If he asked her to sever a finger for the cause, she would have to do so. Otherwise her life training and oath would mean nothing, right?
The idea of trailing the bandits was sound and necessary, yes, but it didn't make it any less uneventful. Before even having the chance to infiltrate the bandit base, they would need to actually go to it... Which was a journey and a half on its own. The silence was killing her! Meeting the prince under these circumstances left no room to formerly introduce herself. She hadn't even spoken with him outside of the chase and planning. That needed to be fixed, even if it were just casualties. "So, ah... I'm afraid Sir Percival wasn't very clear in his letter as to your whereabouts and well-being when he sent the message for us to meet at Darrun. Perhaps maybe you could elaborate on that."
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Yeah, ask him how being shot felt and then pry into how he must feel knowing that he basically lost everything and is on the run from a tyrannical Prophet who wants his head on a stick. Nice one, Marcy. Might as well just start asking him all about the other things that must suck in his life. "Er... That is to say, if you're comfortable with sharing. I understand if it's a touchy subject. I can relate.
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Carlisle "Hartmut"
Cavalier
Posts: 67
Profession: Lost Heir
Affiliation: Old Etruria
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Carlisle
OoC Alias: Vin
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Nov 4, 2018 20:03:52 GMT -6
Carlisle was in mission mode, his mind was razor focused and he was driven by purpose. He was not of the mind to speak with Marceline and make niceties. That was supposed to happen when everyone could come together at last and plan their grand return. He longed to see his friends again but at the time the knight-thief's words caught him off guard.
"Ah, what?" The two had walked in the dark and silence for a while so her decision to speak made him think she saw something of importance. He was ready to spring into action and yet... it was nothing more than pleasantries. She inquired about the letters and his time before now? His left hand began to ease its grip around his sword's hilt. When did he reach for it? Must have been reflexive. He let out a soft sigh. "I didn't expect you to ask such a thing at a time like this."
The prince climbed in silence for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. "I'm not sure what you're really asking of me to be honest with you. But when we sent word to meet with us here in Darrun we were in a small tribe in Nabata. We effectively became members of Chief Khalas's tribe. That man is the father of Layla, and she sort of stowed away with us until it was too late to send her home." He grinned despite the problems she had caused. "We were there for nine years while I recovered and then..." She thought it was all time spent in recovery didn't they? The truth though was that they waited and observed the going ons of the world during that time.
Carlisle fell into silence as he considered this and what it may mean to her if it sounded like he was just vacationing while she was raised in a thief's role to be loyal so someone she did not know. He felt suddenly apologetic even if he knew it was no vacation.
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Marceline
Thief
"Orders? Don't worry about me: you name it, I'll do my best to get it done."
Posts: 26
Profession: Etrurian Knight
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Marceline
OoC Alias: Ardent
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Post by Marceline on Nov 4, 2018 20:40:03 GMT -6
"I know. Forgive me. I was just curious," the enigmatic woman explained with a small nod. The question had awful timing, that was true, but at least he seemed willing to give an answer. Nabata... The hiding place was genius. The desert was not only an unlikely spot to take a wounded prince while being hunted, but also a good place to be in case the plan was compromised with easy access to the Lycian border. Granted, Lycia wasn't the best place to be what with the state of turmoil and chaos parts of it are experiencing, but that same ordeal applies to both the hunter and the hunted. There could also be another reason why Nabata was chosen, perhaps even that it was just the lucky direction that Sir Percival was headed in. The strategic genius of the move astounded her, but it was best saved for asking the veteran knight they were going to save. Marcy was talking to the young and possibly unconscious one, after all.
All in all, she was glad that at least he was alive and well. Nabata was a good move. "I see. Thank you. It's fortunate that you were accepted by a Nabatan tribe and given protection and invisibility from the public eye... And meeting Layla as well, I guess. I would say she is happy that you went there," the short woman replied with a somewhat unfitting smile that faded as fast as it came. "I'm afraid my own journey wasn't as eventful. I spent a lot of time evading the border guard in a forest to the east of where I last saw you. My mentor..."
...Oh. Well, damn it. The thought was cut short by an unpleasant memory. Marceline shook her head and ended her explanation with a somewhat curt, bitter dismissal of her own statement. "Basically, I just started earning money and getting by through some poor choices. Guess that makes me fortunate to now lend you my blade, I guess," the thief muttered as she ran her left hand through her bangs to brush them off to the side. The mood was killed faster than her will to ask questions. The "reunion" would certainly be a more opportune time to pose curiosities anyways.
It was only a matter of time until the two were able to see the ruins that functioned as the bandit base of operations. Crude, yes, but certainly effective at deterring travelers. Marceline reached into a pocket below her right breast and withdrew a small band, starting to tie her long hair back into a ponytail behind her. It would do her no good to be caught by the hair and trapped at an inopportune moment. "You aren't wounded now, are you? I have some bandages and an extra flask of vulneary should you need it," she offered, not taking her gaze off of the ruins. The studying of her environment was crucial to this operation. The easier she could identify the parts of the place, the better she could remember it when needed.
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Carlisle "Hartmut"
Cavalier
Posts: 67
Profession: Lost Heir
Affiliation: Old Etruria
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Carlisle
OoC Alias: Vin
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Nov 4, 2018 21:06:25 GMT -6
He had no way of knowing what hardships Marceline had endured but by her tone and body language they were many. Carlisle felt sympathetic and angry at the same time. The way she cut off her words about her mentor told him the man or woman had met the same fate as his poor sister. His heart felt like it was ripping in two being reminded of the ambush and so when Marceline needed to not speak more of it he was grateful.
From the sounds of it she and the other knights were separated for a time, so how did Marceline make her way back among their numbers? It was a most curious question but not one they had time for it seemed. When the silence fell again the prince spoke softly and kindly, "I would be happy to hear the full story when we return to the inn. I doubt we will sleep well and so a bit of chatter might ease us tonight. Of course I can expound further as well."
When the bandit's base came into view Carlisle instantly understood why Percival had wanted it to be their base of operations. It was a natural fortress in a place not many people would want to travel to. From his hiding place Carlisle didn't see any guards but he knew they were there, watching and waiting for anyone to show up. "No, I am not wounded in anyway right now. So there is no need to be concerned." he sighed, "That said how do you expect to get it?"
If all of the knights were there they could rush the entrance and route the bandits in the same manner they did long ago when Carlisle was in training but it was only the two of them. "Despite common beliefs bandits are not stupid. Do you think there might be an alternate entrance?"
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Marceline
Thief
"Orders? Don't worry about me: you name it, I'll do my best to get it done."
Posts: 26
Profession: Etrurian Knight
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Marceline
OoC Alias: Ardent
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Post by Marceline on Nov 4, 2018 21:56:35 GMT -6
Plans and possibilities flooded Marceline's mind as she examined the ruins. This Sharktooth scoundrel had to be a smart man if he wanted to keep his title as a bandit leader, especially in such a proud nation as Bern. Already she could pinpoint three likely hidden guards to the front entrance as well as some blind spots, though that would be useless to them since there would be almost no chance of reaching them without the ability to fly. "Judging from the layout of the land and the position of the front door, there's no way for us to approach forward without being caught. If the probable hiding spots are there, there are two guards to our left and one to our right. Knowing this, there would be an easier approach from the left side since the right guard is in a position that would give less places for us to sneak around. More guards mean nothing if they can't see us."
So far, so good. They have an approach option to avoid the front entrance. "Next would be the act of entering the base. I would say that we should refrain from obvious 'secret entrances' because that would likely be used for patrols. Some sort of window would be ideal since we can close it as if we were never there and avoid any potential scouts. Sir Percival would likely be held in a further room, potentially some sort of dungeon area. He will probably have one guard that occasionally visits, but does not stay constantly," she continued. The thief had to admit: talking strategy was always fun. While she did not see herself as a trained strategist in any way, formulating ideal plans for heists were her favorite assignments as a mercenary. A former bookworm that can't pick up a spellbook has to use the knowledge in some way.
"We have to remember that while Sharktooth is likely intelligent, we can rest assured that once inside, anything we find should be to our benefit. The bandits inside likely do not have any traps set within for fear of setting it off on their own. If you need to, take any light weapons, food, medicine, equipment, or maps you may find. You're wearing all black, so the shadows are your best bet at staying hidden," the Etrurian finished, taking off her cloak and tying it around her waist like a skirt. Marcy then began to stretch her arms out, showing off her toned biceps before pulling a small band from one of her inner tunic pockets. One black band went over each arm, each with two kunai-like weapons under them.
"...Ready. I need you to lead the way until we get to an entry point because the reduced visibility will allow you to scout ahead."
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Carlisle "Hartmut"
Cavalier
Posts: 67
Profession: Lost Heir
Affiliation: Old Etruria
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Carlisle
OoC Alias: Vin
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Nov 7, 2018 12:16:45 GMT -6
Without ever laying eyes on them Marceline had estimated the locations of the guards, or at least the most probable and effective placements. Remind him to put her on guard planning duty. The idea that they could find a window alongside a ruined fort that was built into a mountainside seemed unlikely to Carlisle until he searched for it specifically. On a side cliff that overlooked a sheer drop there was a window high up, and an outlet of rocks just large enough to sidle across. It was a dangerous path that would clearly lack a patrol. "So a spot like that one then?" Carlisle asked pointing to it for Marceline. He was eager to bring it up but the thought of traversing it made him far less comfortable. Worse still, whoever entered through the window would probably need a boost, and that meant only one of them was gaining entry.
Carlisle was impressed by the tone of Marceline's arms. He was by no means weak or unable to lift himself but she looked right at home with this sort of activity. "Our first mission is shaping up to be quite different than I had expected our work to be." Carlisle spared a grin before taking the lead as asked. He had no idea why Marceline would want him to do it but he decided not to question it.
He began down the path she suggested and made his way toward the cliff-side window he found. His heart beat quickly but his breath was shallow as he did his best to sneak around. He was not well suited to it at all. Traveling down a short but particularly rocky drop Carlisle could hear footsteps that were not his nor Marceline's. He motioned quickly that the two needed to hide. If Marceline was within close proximity he would pull her to him and around a large boulder, if she stayed back he would move on his own and pray she followed.
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Marceline
Thief
"Orders? Don't worry about me: you name it, I'll do my best to get it done."
Posts: 26
Profession: Etrurian Knight
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Marceline
OoC Alias: Ardent
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Post by Marceline on Nov 10, 2018 17:32:21 GMT -6
The window Carlisle was referring to was perfect. The edge of the cliff was just right: not too wide to warrant a constant patrol, but not too small so that no one could get across. "That's perfect," Marcy replied with a nod. The window did look a bit high and might only allow access for one of them unless she could think of something, but they would cross that bridge when they got to it: actually reaching the entry point in the first place was her primary concern. "This mission will be different from those yet to come. For one, we'll be planning some more direct military actions rather than this, I'd assume." That said, she followed Carlisle's lead ahead.
In mere minutes of the operation a threat approached: foreign footsteps. As she was being pulled behind a nearby boulder by the prince, Marceline was able to get a brief glimpse of the source as it turned a corner: just a simple patrolman for the bandits. Compared to Carlisle, her breathing was somewhat calm as if she knew this situation before. Yes, there were big, scary men with big, scary weapons ready to impale her in several dozen places if she was caught. But this was okay for the time being. The thought of stealing from this unsuspecting bandit was tempting, but tapping into the riches held in the fortress could probably wait until after Sir Percival was found. The thief herself was not short on cash by any means, and waiting until she was certain that the older knight was safe and she knew his location would take precedence over whatever greedy urge she would have... The recognition of her desire for money was scarier than the patrolman, however. Had thievery really degraded her to this?
Nevertheless, she quickly and silently drew the dagger that rested on her hip in case the two were spotted. From what she could see of the lantern light and her mental picture, she silently mouthed and signaled with her fingers the seconds they had until the bandit was in their line of sight. "Three... Two... One..."
"Zero."
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Carlisle "Hartmut"
Cavalier
Posts: 67
Profession: Lost Heir
Affiliation: Old Etruria
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Carlisle
OoC Alias: Vin
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Nov 13, 2018 22:30:36 GMT -6
Carlisle pulled Marceline into an unintentionally protective pose. He held her close to him with one hand on her head pulling her close to his chest. It was the same sort of way he would hold his sister to shelter her and it came out of habit with Marceline being so much shorter than himself. With his eyes firmly fixed on the bandit and their movements he never noticed that Marceline was more prepared for a confrontation than he had been in that moment.
It wasn't until the blade came out that Carlisle recognized his hold on Marceline and released it. She signaled that the bandit had passed far enough away and he gave her a silent nod before creeping back around the boulder. Look left, look right... and slide out. The path to the cliff was unguarded the rest of the way and after a few unexpected drops the two would make it there. Carlisle peered into the abyss and saw nothing of darkness, if there were sharp rocks or a river he would never know until morning... or he fell down first hand.
Observing the cliff side up close revealed that the edge jutted out more in front of the window. It was fortuitous enough that Carlisle found himself offering a wordless thanks to Elimine for their good fortune. The light from the window still concerned him though. It could just be coincidence, but the possibility that someone could be in that room haunted him. "I'll go first and get in place to give you a boost to the window. It looks like the cliff inches around further so I can try and find a place to assist from but there is a very real possibility you will be on your own once you're inside."
That said he pressed his back into the cliff side and sidled his way across. The earth shifted and tiny particles fell away beneath his feet. It was nothing more dangerous than the act itself but every sound of the earth beneath him sounded like trumpets of impending death until he reached the jutted rocks. He still questioned his foothold's integrity but he was in place now. He took a stance ready to boost Marceline and nodded that he was ready, they only got one shot at getting her up there or off the cliff she would fall... no pressure.
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Marceline
Thief
"Orders? Don't worry about me: you name it, I'll do my best to get it done."
Posts: 26
Profession: Etrurian Knight
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Marceline
OoC Alias: Ardent
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Post by Marceline on Nov 19, 2018 9:58:51 GMT -6
Being held like she was by Carlisle was foreign to her. Sure, Marceline had been the one to hold others like this whenever they needed her, but giving an embrace and receiving one were two entirely different sensations. Even then, she barely knew this man that she pledged her blade to. Maybe he already saw her as a close ally and the reaction was compulsive? With a quick nip at her lower lip, she struggled to quell these thoughts as fast as they came. There would certainly be time to talk later on after the mission, and the faster and more efficiently the mission was executed, the faster that time would come.
Following the prince, Marcy sheathed her knife and was able to take a long, studying look at their surroundings. It was hard to pay attention to anything but the pitch-black pit that almost beckoned her forward: not upon her own will, but the seemingly bottomless trench had simply grasped her interest for so long that she felt herself inching towards it. She quickly recognized her position and backed away quickly. "Understood. I can probably find something inside of the hideout that will help me get you up: they're bandits, they've got to have some sort of rope lying around somewhere," the thief reasoned.
Something about a thief infiltrating a bandit base was ironic. It was like two questionables clashing. In fact, her entire choice of a career was questionable by itself: a pickpocket that takes for a just cause. The rogue-like nature of her life was different than any story of a knight she had ever heard of, and yet at this point it felt like it was meant to be. She could already picture her younger self once more flipping through that storybook and scratching her head when she reads about the knight that fights with knives, no armor, and poison if she has it available. Funny how life turns out. Pulling on her cloak and tightening the pin, she was able to take Carlisle's boost and grab a stable hold on the wall. With two climbing steps, she was able to scale the distance to the window and peek inside. "Let's see what I'm dealing with..." the woman mumbled to herself as she further secured her hold
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Carlisle "Hartmut"
Cavalier
Posts: 67
Profession: Lost Heir
Affiliation: Old Etruria
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Carlisle
OoC Alias: Vin
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Nov 20, 2018 22:24:59 GMT -6
One, two, "Hyup!" Marceline's feet landed in Carlisle's hands and he helped to vault her up to the window. He could swear that his heart skipped a beat or three as he watched her fly higher. To his relief she went high enough and reached the window just fine. "Phew!" he exhaled a long breath of relief. "Right! Do what you know best! I'll support you however I can but if nothing else we will meet back at the inn!"
Turning his eyes away from Marceline he composed himself and began to think about his own safety and progress this time. He wanted to help, but he knew there was little he could do, could his greatest contribution really be to do nothing? He loathed the idea but he would rather concede to it than endanger the mission and Marceline's life.
Through the window no bandits could be seen. It was a relatively safe entry, which was good. In front of the window was a desk with a map pinned down by daggers on each of the four corners. There were a few x's in different locations but no texts to explain what it would have meant. Other than that the room was filled with odd knickknacks, quite literally. They were possessions owned by the villagers once. Likely the odd luxuries they managed to squeeze out over the years and now trophies of the bandits. Deeper into the base the sounds of people shouting, or rather enthusiastically shouting could be heard.
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Marceline
Thief
"Orders? Don't worry about me: you name it, I'll do my best to get it done."
Posts: 26
Profession: Etrurian Knight
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Marceline
OoC Alias: Ardent
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Post by Marceline on Dec 2, 2018 18:04:19 GMT -6
From what she could tell by her view of the room, there was not a soul to be seen or heard in the immediate vicinity. Perfect. With a brief nod down to Carlisle and a motion of recognition, she carefully hoisted herself up to the windowsill and snuck inside. Marceline hummed to herself softly in surprise as she inspected the contents of the room: nothing but odd objects strewn about carelessly. Other than the map with no label, nothing seemed particularly useful to report back to her liege outside. There was also nothing in the immediate area that she could think of that would help to allow him inside. Perhaps this would be a test of her skill. "Hm. I hope he knows what he's doing..." the thief mumbled to herself as she scanned the area for some use out of the knickknacks and seemingly random objects.
After spending several seconds ignoring the obvious bags full of loot and supplies, her eyes drifted to the daggers holding the map in place. While not the best equipment out there, it would suffice to fulfill its uses to her for now. Her fingers slowly drifted over to the first knife holding the upper left corner in place before quickly withdrawing it. If the map were to fold up, someone would certainly know that she was there if they were to check. Judging from the fact that the map was laid out on the desk and marked, it was likely important: something someone would obviously check. Instead, the knight stooped down to pick up a belt resting next to the table that used to hold the daggers. Two of the throwing daggers were left of the original six that could have been held. At least to her knowledge, throwing daggers could be bought for cheap at a store so long as one was capable of carrying them: the two daggers missing from the set could easily be replaced after her mission was complete and she was ready to restock her supplies. Marcy wrapped the belt around her waist and pulled the strap as tight as it would go before fastening the buckle in the smallest size. To her convenience it fit nicely.
"They're low-lives, they don't need this junk anyways..." she reassured herself under her breath. As the sounds of shouting echoed through the hallway adjacent to the room, her mind instantly jumped to the conclusion that it must be the right way to go to find Sir Percival. Leaning out of the window once more to give Hartmut the OK signal with her hand, she peeked into the hallway to check if the coast was clear before heading off to investigate the noise. Three rules stood as absolute: find Sir Percival's location, do not get caught, and mess with the bandits as much as reasonably possible before leaving.
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