blood of the bloodless

Day I - Night
The Heist

Taz’s residence was Spartan at best. The interior was funtional, but devoid of any decoration to the point that Kellis was afraid his mood would sink to match that of Alphonse. They conjoured up a new plan and then set to wait for night fall. Kellis put out a bed roll and got in a few hours of sleep and the others busied themselves with waiting.

When the moon dominated the sky the three theives set to their work. The soldier, the bard, and the rogue found their way to the alleyway Kellis and Taz had occupied earlier that day. Kellis summoned his renewned magical abilites and turned Taz and Alphonse invisible.

“You’ve five minutes till you become opaque again, so hurry my fellow theives.” Kellis’s work was done and he went to find a drink.

The remaining two made a quick run to the mansion wall and scurried over. They dashed up the lawn and to the front door. After a few tense moments, Alphonse had the lock undone and they moved into the building. They entry way was empty and so the companions silently moved into the grand room. Taz made quick steps toward the kitchen door. And placed an ear to it. On the other side he heard a pair of guards engrossed in a discussion of their gambling. He pushed the door and despite his best efforts it made an audible squeak that peaked the guards interest. When he turned to flee the guards rose to investigate the reason the door had moved. They burst into the grand room and heard Taz thumping footsteps moving up the stairs.

“It’s the invisible man again! Gettim!” They rushed up the stairs only to find Taz and stopped at the top and was ready waiting for them. The inisble spear swung down atop the first one’s head and the obscurring enchantment broke. Taz was now fully visible and the battle was pitched. Meanwhile Alphonse had been working his way through the cabinaet in the grandroom to try and find the china they’d come for. He was wiothout luck in this venture, so he darted up the stairs past the brawl and down the hall to Celia’s door. He burst in without his manners and found his unfortunate host to be in the midst of a most intimate act that would have busybodies entertained for weeks. Niether of the naked parties couls discern what had disturbed their love making. The man from Celia and his member swayed in ominous warning against Alphonse’s invasion. Alphonse dodge aroung the room to reach the vanity where he could see the box he was here to retrive.

Day I
Fail Storm

Well, all started well… Kellis and Taz were quick to report to Darius Salador’s summons. They waited for a few hours in silence only broken by Kellis’s occaisional stumming and singing. Eventualy he got bored enough and started playing for the guards. Taz just sat and watched, keeping a watchful eye at all times that one is. Finaly Alphonse showed up in serious need of a bath and rather hungover from whatever he’d been at last night, be it mirth or tragedy.

Darius made his enterance and bade his servant bring him a chair. He told the three would-be lackeys what he wanted them to do. They were all willing and so the terms were set and all went about their business. They were to steal from a Miss Celia Valareous a set of fine gold and black china (her family’s colors no doubt) and her jewlery box with her initials set in gold on the lid, but not the jewles inside it…

The three set off to enact the robbery within their two day time limit. Kellis attempted to make friends of his new conspirators, but the efforts failed with Alphonse’s dead-pan drunkeness and Taz lack of compasion for the lowly beings of the plane (i.e. Kellis and Alphonse). They found their way to the Valareous side of the city of Alphonse left the group. Taz, and Kellis close on his heels like a giddy puppy, found a street urchin who after some persuaiding and few gold from Taz agreed to go and count the guards aroung Celia’s home. After some time he came back and relayed what he’d found. Kellis hatched a plan and Taz accepted. They went off to manor.

Meanwhile the ever steathy rogue scaled a building near Celia’s manor. His recently washed hair chilled his scalp in the light breeze. He prepared himself to leap to the roof of the manor. His foot twitched and he set himself. He broke into a bounding run and as he neared the lip a tile losed in the roofing and his fore foot slipped out over the edge he twisted to regain his balance, but was to far and he fell. His crotch smashed into the roof and he haphazardly cartwheeled off the roof. He landed within the manor wall and found himself a short way from a bush. He crawled into its cover and rested a moment. Once he’d regained some sense of dignity and his crotch pains had subsided he wall jumped up to the lip of the first floor roof. He pulled himself up and crept along the roof, silent as a hunting cat. He peered over the crest and saw three carriages pull up to the front of the manor grounds. OPut stepped several rather prominent looking people dressed in black and gold. They walked in the gate and toward the house. Alphonse got up and ran across the roof to hide behind the wall of the next floor. He heard an order from the grounds in front and shortly after a guard came around the building’s corner. He knocked and aroow and fired at Alphonse. The arrow found its mark and Alphonse toppled from the roof into the bush below.

Across the lane from the manor’s gate Kellis and Taz watched the carriages arrive and the people file into the gate. They waited to be sure the people were all inside and then they went to work. Kellis called forth from his memory a spell to mask a being from sight. He said a few key words that sounded like gibberish to Taz and then moved his hands in a series of patterns. Taz vanished from sight. Kellis strode confidently toward the gate guards with Taz close behind him. Kellis hailed the guards and pleaded entry to ply his craft for the fair lady and her distinguished guests. He strummed playful at his gold filigreed mandolin. They refused him entrance, but had no way of knowing that at that instant an impatient,and invisible, Taz was scaling the walls right besided them. He dropped over the other side and made his way to the porch. His armor clinked as he approached the main door to peer in. The two guards there looked straight through him to each other and shrugged. He stepped back off the porch and found a small stone he threw it at the corner of the house to draw their attention. But as he did so a third guard, just inside the gate, saw the little pebble magicaly rise from the gound and fly at the house. He rushed over and swung his spear at where he imagined a person to be and to his astonishment in connected and Taz let out a small grunt as he recoiled form the hit. One of the guards on the porch lowered his spear and charged the invisible opponent. He missed, but his spear pulled away a cape from nothing. Taz ran. He soon found Kellis not far away sitting atop a barrel calmly playing his mandolin.

Alphonse was drug inside to face the man who’d ordered the guard to get him. He sat lazily in a chair and sipped at a cup of tea. He looked Alphonse over who was trying desperatly to appear unconsciuous.

“What were you doing on the roof? Do you coem working for the damned Saladors? What be it? Speak boy!”

Alphonse did not answer as he tried to keep up the guise, but nobody was fooled and the guard roughly shock him. He snapped to attention and spat out a pitiful reply, “Wrong roof, wrong time…?”

“You were on my roof?” wailed Celia, a mousey woman who looked utterly out of place, even in her own home, among these gaily dressed nobles.

“Silence woman!” spat the leader figure who Alphonse now recognized as Eligio, “Now remove this pitiful man from this place. We’ve more important business to attend to than a failed assassination or whatever he may be… now Celia…”

The guard hefted Alphonse over his shoulder and carried him to the street where he tossed him out on his rumo and bade the gate closed and locked. Alphonse rose and darted off. He did not make it far, as he passed a couple of familiar looking men one grabbed him by the collar and stopped his flight. In a fibal stroke of luck it was Kellis and Taz instead of some angry past acquintance. They all headed to Taz’s house to rest and plan out their next attempt.


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