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Tetsuya Storm

A loner, braving his own past to fight for survival.

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a character in “A Scar in Time: The Brotherhood of Thieves”, as played by PhantomDespair

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"I dislike you, because to enjoy your company is to let my guard down."
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Full Name:Tetsuya Storm
Age: Twenty Four
Appearance: Tetsuya is often mistaken for being afflicted with the flu, or some form of sleep deprivation. This is because of two factors, his pale skin, which looks as if it should belong to someone who's life has ended recently, and his eyes.. more specifically, the apparent tiredness present in dark bags under them. The actual colouration of his eyes is a dark grey, though they seem blood shot in the adjacent two millimeters around the irises in both, which are also linked to the idea of poor rest. As for the rest of his face, it is as a desirable young man of appropriate age's should be. Despite the lack of healthy colour, he has even features, is clean shaven and as well presented as possible. His hair, though usually covered by some sort of hood, is pitch black, and reaches down to the mid of his shoulder blades, more often than not tied back with a simple grey band to keep it from interfering with his work.

Tetsuya's body, though for the most part concealed within his custom tailored uniform, is one with a hundred stories to tell. These stories each consist of scaring, the most prominent scars being on his back, and taking the form of a series of whip marks. The most recent scar of his however, is always concealed within the colar of his clothing, or, if his uniform is for any reason away from him, a bandage. It consists of two puncture marks, a couple of inches apart and from one singular bite towards his vein. His body itself, is as someone in the position of a thief would be, he has defined muscles and enough strength to carry goods away from a scene, without making him so massive as to make it hard to conceal him, though he stands around 6 foot 2 inches.

His outfit consists of what most would consider "Assassin" or "Thief" clothing, in the sense that it is used to fully conceal it's wearer and avoid any obvious detection. It consists of black cloth, with thin leather padding overlapping the wrists, hands, the chest, his shins, and his knees, to offer light protection and help him avoid bruising from any bumps or tumbles. Strapped around his belt is a holster for weapons and tools, which links down to a second on his left thigh. On his right arm is another holster, used for his smaller tools, lockpicks and the like. Each pocket is shut with a buckle to prevent accidental opening and has specific leather sections within them, so that all tools can be housed in a specific place for ease of access, and so that there is a reduced chance of rattling during faster or more tricky movements, such as transitions from vantage points, or quick dashes between cover.


Personality: Tetsuya is considered a reclusive character, if for no other reason than his difficulty with regards to trusting. Though he can work well in a group, and communicate what has and needs to be done, he rarely makes personal connections, and has never formed a lasting friendship, his previous partners only being a means to an end. He has never had any lasting conversations that involve anything about himself. It has never been deemed necessary by him or anyone else to talk about anything aside from a job, almost always consisting of thieving from the higher society, or those that can afford to lose something. To allow himself to keep moving and therefore attract as little attention as possible, Tetsuya's jobs are usually quick and made as easy as possible, he has only ever stolen enough to allow him to survive, at a fairly basic level, he has never known luxury.

Like any thief he enjoys the prospect of being paid. Money is a means for survival, and like any job is the primary reasoning behind it. Despite only working with others on a rare basis, those that have been with him on jobs have often noted his enjoyment of being concealed. He always seems more at ease in the dark, and often has a small grimace present on his face when being somewhere he shouldn't be. Although he looks to be in poor shape, Tetsuya tries to maintain a diet that allows sufficient energy for him to do everything his life entails, though he has a weak point for varying meats, often cooked only to a point to heat it, often having his food rare as possible without harm. For his hobbies, Tetsuya often enjoys a solitary moment of quiet contemplation at the end of each day, even if for only a short time, he finds it enough to clear his head, and suppress any feelings or thoughts that might hinder him.

Tetuya doesn't dislike, but actively hates the idea of slavery. He has had many years experiencing such tortures and finds that slave owners are of the most vile short. He has little to no issue with ending the lives of those who make a profit out of the lives of others. As well as slavers, rapists, and those involved in unlawful imprisonment (namely corrupt officals making money of others) have been known to lose their lives when Tetsuya is around, though he has never been convicted, he has been a suspect more times than he can count on every digit on his hands. This is fortunate for him, as he believes with every portion of his being that those taking free will away from anyone, don't deserve it themselves, and often are not deserving of their life, or as it describes it "The decision to exist."


Fighting style: Tetuya prefers to avoid open conflict as much as possible, usually not carrying many weapons with him, or if he IS armed, it is usually to aid his goals, which are primarily thievery. If forced into some sort of battle, due to his near constant work in the proffession of taking things, he has learned to be nimble, and able to seize small opportunities. Though with no defined combat style, and no official training, Tetsuya has a developed ability for being as accurate as possible, prefering to dodge and weave out of the way of strikes, and only slash at an opponent when an opening is given. In some of his battles, Tetsuya has never missed an attack, even if it leaves a small cut, he believes everyone has a limit, and if not able to land one critical strike, will cause his foe to tire through loss of stamina, and a great many smaller hits.

In fights, Tetsuya is usually confronted one on one, but there have been times where he has been outmatched, normally in drunken brawls in the less desirable city inns. If a situation like this arises, he does his best to concentrate on one person at a time, until they are no longer a threat that needs attention. He will focus his gaze on whoever is closest, and use his peripheral vision to determine when an attack is coming from a seperate angle, breaking his combat for a moment to dodge, parry or kick away the interference. If a fight is one he cannot win, Tetsuya will observe if possible the weaknesses and ways to halt whoever is chasing him by using whatever is around as a defensive strategy. When cornered he is not above throwing dust, small items, or knocking items down on the heads of his foes if it means his escape, though he will rarely adopt this strategy when trying to actively kill or injure someone.

Main weapon: always carries on the back of his belt, a sharpened dagger. It is holstered upside down with the handle horizontally pointing towards his right arm, so that it can be taken out and wielded blade side down. When using it, to avoid being caught out in a weak position, he will only strike when able to either follow up his attacks, dodge backwards, or defend afterwards. He will never try to slash without having a backup plan, being as careful as possible. The dagger itself, has a handle only capable of one hand gripping it, though has a small upwards turned part of the blade that is used as a guard, or a means to grip and disarm someone of their own weapon, or if that does not work, to move it long enough for a strike from either his hands, legs or knees, though Tetsuya more often than not uses it as convenience when cutting ropes or cloth. To conceal this weapon he wraps the holster in cloth, leaving only a small gap so that the handle can be gripped, without leaving it open to being seen in public.

Secondary weapons: Along with his dagger, Tetsuya has an attachment to his gloves, small claws that, although are only a few inches long, are sharpened regularly. When in the open, he conceals these by replacing them with a second pair of gloves, hiding the more dangerous of the two with his daggers, tucking them together and hiding them under the cloth, attaching a small holster for the blades, to prevent the tearing of his outfit. His spiked gloves have small straps unlike the more casual counterparts, these are to keep them from moving. The fingers of the gloves are attached with leather strapping to his palm, when his hands are clenched, it pulls the back of the blades, which are padded, into the top of his hand, keeping them from moving if they are used for cutting. For combat they are useful for inflicting wounds to the face or neck, making him unpredictable.

Skills: Like a lot of thieves, Tetsuya has learned how to pick locks, able to get his way into most houses, and even some castles, providing the lock isn't too heavy, or latched by secondary locks, such as a bolt. He also has a keen set of senses, his eyes attuned to the dark and able to see guards and the like before they can see him, as well as this, he has learned to tune out background sounds, and will recognise foot steps, conversation, or shuffling or clothing in the near area. These two are considered his most useful senses, and are beyond that of regular individuals, helping him to be a stealthy person.

Tetsuya has learned to hide his footsteps well, and can move at a fairly high speed (Enough to move between broken sight lines in short bursts of time) Without making any sounds.

Personal secret: Tetsuya is at a constant battle with Vampirism. It is yet to consume him but is constantly managed with a variety of herbs, most of which are stolen and put together into a dull red blood substitute, which helps quell his cravings. The recipe itself was bought at a high price from a wandering healer. The Vampirism itself has been afflicting Tetsuya for around two years, and is steadily getting worse, though he hides it as well as he can, there are always subtle clues in his behavour that suggest his illness.

History: Tetsuya was born on the roads, literally. The bastard child of a young peasant, now presumed dead, and her master, a lord of a small region to the north, his first days were spent in the cold without the latter parent. His father is someone Tetsuya despises, both for personal reasons, which include his cruelty to his pregnant mother, throwing her on the streets so that the problem wasn't his own, and the conception of Tetsuya. It was not a usual union of flesh, and after it was discovered the rape lead to pregnancy, the issue was thrown out, giving birth a few months after, both child and mother being taken into slavery along their travels. As for his Vampirism, Tetsuya is still at odds with the person who caused it, and finds himself questioning the potential possessors of the dark gift. The bite was laid upon him during a stay in the southern regions, and the possible perpetrators of the bite are unkown to him, though those he suspects have all fled from the area, he finds himself noting any information he obtains about them, to track down whoever made the attempt to turn him.

So begins...

Tetsuya Storm's Story

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Character Portrait: Istillo Anselm Character Portrait: Zulgos Jaffar Character Portrait: Korina Artanis Character Portrait: Tetsuya Storm Character Portrait: Ajax Alterion Character Portrait: Noah Thomson
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The moon light glowed pleasingly between soft clouds of grey. 'Twas the strangest contrast between the sky above and the bar banter and late night ne'er-do-wells slugging each other below. The very buildings themselves were forging a line of safety, the shadowing they offered making the lower portion of everything just the more dangerous. The roof tops however were far easier to use for avoiding everything that was transpiring, and were a beacon of hope to one soul in need of a refuge.

Tetsuya walked alone as he'd become accustomed to doing during the late nights. He couldn't remember the last time the daylight held any sort of interest to him. He could see the moon and that was all that he wanted, the only company he'd had for the last few months. This was about to change however, and the group upon the rooftops were becoming a closer goal on his mind, though this city was still quite alien to him.

He took it upon himself to gain a little extra elevation to aid with the discovering of his position within the large city. Not only would it help him get where he needed to go (He was already late) But it'd help him avoid the fights within the taverns and the like. He'd already seen a fairly large brute of a man helping patrons become accustomed to the floor's comfortable stone, and though he could handle himself.. he'd rather not challenge things too much.

Tetsuya walked up between two buildings, one of the inns and a barn that stood behind it, the latter being comprised primarily of old wood. Brandishing sharp claws, which were a few inches long on his gloves, Tetsuya clambered up the wood, using his spikes to latch onto any small gaps in the wood. It eventually boiled down to latching the claws between two planks that were poorly lined up, and propping his feet on the wall. It took a little while, but considering where he was, it was the best option to reach the higher points on the city. From there it was only a short dash towards his destination. He ran, jumped and climbed to the roof top where he needed to be.

Unlike the others, he was yet to know anyone in any sort of friendly manner, and so upon arriving, his sickly skin hidden aside from his nose downards, he spoke with a voice that matched his apparent afflictions. "Master Ajax. I must appologise for my late arrival, I am not accustomed to this city as of yet." He was as formal as it came, and wasn't used to the casual attitude some of his peers, though what he lacked in friendship, he made up for in his natural skills.

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Character Portrait: Istillo Anselm Character Portrait: Zulgos Jaffar Character Portrait: Korina Artanis Character Portrait: Tetsuya Storm Character Portrait: Ajax Alterion Character Portrait: Noah Thomson
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Istillo Anselm


"They will be here any moment. You must be patient, especially if you are to ever surpass me some day…"

Something was obscuring one of the windows of the three-story building. A figure, perched precariously on the thin sill. Pushing his back into the left the frame, Istillo kept his seat with one boot up against the opposing side.

"What are you anxious for, apprentice? This is only a simple heist, not a complex shill. Speak, what is on your mind?"

The assassin sat quietly, tearing another piece out of his smoked meat. He surveyed the dirty street below, but his vantage point was not a needed precaution. The streets were long since deserted for warmer interiors as the morning was young, and it's air cold. He was seated here to listen.

It was curious. There were heresy in the southern lands of these two assassins: fearsome tales whispered by careful tongues of rouges and thieves alike, and spat from outraged maws of the guards of those more fortunate… or more corrupt. They seemed to be the dark folk heroes to the common masses, and hated just as fiercely by those of opulent ill repute.

"If this heist is so simple, Master, then why do we require an entire Warband? You and I have undertaken much harder tasks and accomplished them with ease on our own. I do not understand the Master of Shadows and his ridiculous rules."

Istillo snorted. It did seem rather ridiculous; however, the objective was clear to him. Succeeding in a heist, no matter how small, would earn him coins. Coins would earn him food. If the Master's "ridiculous rules" fed him, then he would readily follow them.

"Not all who join the Brotherhood are as naturally skilled as you and I, child. The Master of Shadows knows this more than any. The reason we have been put on this task is to show the recruits the power of the Brotherhood and, with training, what they can become. Our jobs are to simply insure the mission goes smoothly. They will do most of the work..."

So it is a test. Istillo's musing cut short as something flew over his head, casting a brief shadow in the ally below. He went back to chewing on his smoked meat with disinterest. Noah's voice floated down to him. That made four. Where were the other two thieves?

With a quiet sigh, Istillo stuffed the rest of the meat in his mouth, and tied a piece of cloth back around his head to cover the lower half of his face. Standing, he lent back out over the street, and reached up- jumping to grab onto the roof's ledge. Toes finding holds, he pushed off to lift himself up onto his forearms, and to clamber over the side. Another figure was advancing towards the small party just before him. Tetsuya, the thief.

The soft soles of his boots made little noise as his stride slowed before the war band. Stepping into the semi-circle, Istillo joined their ranks. He crossed his arms, looking over the faces of those present, before settling his gaze on the blue eyes that burned under the red cape.

"M'ster," he said quietly, tipping his head in a show of respect.

Istillo's northern accent was strong, but not altogether unintelligible. His pink eyes flicked back to the biggest of their group, eyeing the warrior. He was from the North as well, but until their first meeting, Istillo had never seen one such as him. Largely uneducated and not much more than a vagabond, the assassin had been more than surprised to meet the orcish descendant. He still remained wary of the strange man.

Turning to his left, his eyes fell on the thief Tetsuya.

"Bru'hr. You do not luk vell. 're you ill?" Istillo asked, frowning at the dark bruised-like shadows under the man's eyes.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Istillo Anselm Character Portrait: Zulgos Jaffar Character Portrait: Korina Artanis Character Portrait: Tetsuya Storm Character Portrait: Ajax Alterion
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The knight started to become thicker, and the air colder, as they rest of the warband gathered around. It had been hours since Ajax and Korina first arrived, and another 2 hours Zulgos, the first of them, arrived. But who knew how long the Snow Leopard had been there? Finally, off in the distance to the east, the son started to rise over Alvion. From Ajax' estimations, it was about 5 in the morning. The son over started to barely appear over the horizon, peeking only its very end over the world. As iv it was turning its head around a corner, checking to see if there was anyone there. Its light was turned a mix of blood red and gold, and the sky reflected the same color.

"Finally, the Snow Leopard emerges from his hiding spot." Ajax stated, turning his gaze to the Istillo. "Tell me, Northmen, did you really expect I wouldn't have known you were listening? You wound me so..." The assassin stated as he walked towards the western edge of the roof, dismissively. It was the perfect hour for the heist, and Ajax wanted to waste no more time dallying.

"This is our target, Shadows..." Ajax said kneeling down, looking out to the massive spanning city in front of him, lit up with lanterns and lights from city below, and the sun's light above.

In front of the eyes of the warband was the High District, the "rich" part of Alvion. The High District, even at this early hour the city was starting to fill with merchants, nobles, and plain towns-people. The High District was the home of the Market Square, the home of trade in Alvion. Like a creature giving breath for the first time, market stalls and shots started to have their first inhale of costumers, those who wanted to get the early-bird-special, and their exhale of those disappointed with their prices, or what they were selling.

The homes of the High District were a great deference from the meek shacks of the slums, where Ajax had grown up. Unlike in the slums, where the biggest most homes grew was the size of a barn at the most, the houses of the High District were massive. Mansions, like small castles, with their own hired security. These buildings housed the most wealthy people in Alvion, nearly 2% of the entire population of the kingdom.

It had never made sense to Ajax why, when some of the city was still in ruins even after 3000 years from the sack, the wealthy got more, and the poor got less. Nobles who had never done an honest day's worth of work in their lives pranced around, calling themselves Lords and Ladies. Why? Because maybe 1000 years ago their ancestors bought a mine, or a farm, and accumulated wealth off of that, then put it in banks so it would collect interest. The whole district was perfect for a heist... And no one would miss a thing.

Unlike the slums, that had guards patrolling up and down every street, the High District had guards stationed on the entrances to the city, and not that many on the inside. Where the warband was standing was already inside the district, so guards wouldn't bother them all that much.

Standing up and turning to face his warband, Ajax spoke once more, raising his voice a little more because of the bustle of the city below. "Our mission is simple, but necessary. Below us is the High District, and the Market Square. 3 different shops, and one piece of property, have been bad in their dealings with the Brotherhood. They owe us a deal of money, a deal of money we are going to collect."

"The shops are your targets. Tetsuya, your target is a general good's store to the west of here called 'The Spice of Life". The keeper there is an elderly man who had us kill an associate of his to keep his store in business, and hasn't payed up. The man is a master of wit, and will attempt to anger you into doing something drastic. Istillio, your target is a smith-shop to the north of the district, a 20 minute walk from here. A dwarf crafted us a few flimsy swords with iron rather than steel. He is a brute of a man, and a threat when he has an axe in hand.

"Zulgos, Noah." Ajax stated as he turned to face the ork/elf and the boy. "You two have the hard job."

Turning again to face the district, Ajax spoke: "In the center of the square there is a troll merchant by the name of Koh. Koh had a store front to sell gems, and crystals -something trolls are good at collecting naturally-. But these gems are fakes, and he uses them to hide his real products. The troll sells Moon Ale. The drink is something he makes, and his highly illegal in the entire kingdom of Alvion." And in fact is only legal to drink on the north. "Occasionally, the higher warbands of the Brotherhood speak to him to buy some, to celebrate success on a heist or a victory in a battle. Recently, a close acquaintance of mine was prematurely parted from this world from a drink of a batch of poisoned Moon Ale, bought from Koh." After a moment, Ajax spoke again.

"Your job, is to kill Koh. Any way possible, with any means. It is important that the troll is never able to sell the ale again, so you must find out where he keeps it, and then burn it. If you can destroy the rest of the ale, you will be rewarded handsomely... By myself."

Standing up, Ajax walked to his apprentice to address her. "Korina, you and I will investigate the property." Again, Ajax turned to face the team , waving his hands over his hood to remove the effect of the blue eyes, both of them melting away into the blackness of his hood, leaving only the darkness of the hood. "The rest of you. When you are done with your tasks, meet Korina and I back at this spot..."

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Character Portrait: Istillo Anselm Character Portrait: Zulgos Jaffar Character Portrait: Korina Artanis Character Portrait: Tetsuya Storm Character Portrait: Ajax Alterion Character Portrait: Noah Thomson
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Noah watched as the last of their little band joined them and he shifted his weight and turned to watch Ajax as he spoke. He settled down, sitting comfortably on the edge of the building, he sat legs folded under him and took in all of the instructions. He smiled when he learned the mission involved thievery and leaned in closer to hear.

He listened to the other instructions and nodded as their respective tasks seemed all good and well, when the time came for Ajax to say his name he found himself paired with Zulgos. Noah glanced over at the giant orc/elf and he supposed he could take comfort in the fact that he would have the big guy there to save the day if he go into a spot of trouble. He listened carefully about the troll and the moon ale and found himself remembering a few tastes of that hallowed drink that he had managed to sneak in before he had been caught, that had been years ago but he had greatly enjoyed it and was eager to try more, his excitement however was dampened when he was told it was poisoned. "Guess no drinks for us." He said softly to himself.

"Your job, is to kill Koh. Any way possible, with any means. It is important that the troll is never able to sell the ale again, so you must find out where he keeps it, and then burn it. If you can destroy the rest of the ale, you will be rewarded handsomely... By myself."
Noah couldn't help but grin as he understood the partnership between him and Zul now and he looked over to see how he was handling the information and then looked back at Ajax who was finishing up his instructions. Once he was done Noah stood up quite gracefully and stepped his way over to Zul. He stood next to him and looked in the direction of the shop. "Uh... I'll hold him... you punch?" he joked knowing very well that would not be the case.

Noah slipped his hands into his pockets and let out a low whistle "Or I guess I could be the distration and you could sneak up behind him and lop his head off. That works too." He said softly to him, "Of course your input is welcome as well." Noah glanced over at him and flashed a smile. " What do you suppose the reward will be?" He was in a talkative mood. Noah didnt know Zul all that well but he was interested in finding more out about him. He looked at him carefully taking in everything.

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Korina listened a little more patiently as Ajax spoke."Not all who join the Brotherhood are as naturally skilled as you and I, child. The Master of Shadows knows this more than any. The reason we have been put on this task is to show the recruits the power of the Brotherhood and, with training, what they can become. Our jobs are to simply insure the mission goes smoothly. They will do most of the work..." She felt a little more relieved. At least Ajax was understanding of her plight. Korina straightened as the rest of the Warband began to arrive, wanting to appear more authoritative in front of them. As the night drew on into early morning, she got a better look at the mismatched group. The Orc looking man that arrived first could be none other than the tank. He seemed to have the brutish look down. Then there wast he red-haired man who had arrived next that had joked with the Orc. She was unsure of what role he played, though she guess that he was a thief. The man with the covered face had come after, apologizing for being late, though he wasn't the last of the party to arrive. A white-haired man stepped from behind his hiding place not far from where they had gathered. She was certain she had heard a noise in that direction a while ago, but dismissed it as a rodent. she cursed herself inwardly. She was getting rusty.

Ajax began giving instructions on who would be doing what. She had to smirk, he seemed so suited to this new leadership role, though she would not be so foolish to tell him that. She was more than surprised that he had paired the Orc half-breed,Zulgos with the red-haired man, Noah. They certainly seemed an unlikely pair and he had even assigned them the task of killing Koh. She was interested in seeing how well it turned out. Of course she would be going with Ajax to investigate the property. He would not trust anyone else to work with him in such a crucial part. Stealth and a masterful eye were required, both of which she had fine-tuned over the years with Ajax.

She watched as Noah walked over to Zulgos to attempt to strategize. "It's a good start at the very least." She was very anxious to begin, hoping for this whole event to end quickly. She turned to Ajax, waiting for him to lead the way.

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Tetsuya watched with a heavy heart as the sun started to creep into it's rightful place in the sky. The comforting vale of shadows he'd had only a few hours before were being kicked away from him, and his sickly appearance was only more clear in what of him could be seen.

Tetsuya, your target is a general good's store to the west of here called 'The Spice of Life". The keeper there is an elderly man who had us kill an associate of his to keep his store in business, and hasn't payed up. The man is a master of wit, and will attempt to anger you into doing something drastic.


He knew all too well the power of the spoken word. In his youth he'd seen a hundred times that even the slight altering of one's tone could change a conversation to a separate subject all together. It was said that with age came knowledge, or at least that was the understanding of most, the shop keeper no doubt had been using his "wit" to aid his business. It would come as no surprise if this same skill was used to save a bit of coin. Coin was the governing force of everyone in the higher district after all, without it.. You were nothing.

He made no comment to what had been said about his apparent illness, though he had a higher trust for his companions than most others he'd met, he found there no use in elaborating, and instead would configure an action plan for his task, but first, addressing Ajax, in a manner he was becoming accustomed to doing. "I will do as you ask, master Ajax" He begun by saying, his tone ever more formal and respectful for who had become his boss. "I'll bleed him of all his coin until the debt has been paid"

With that, he too left the roof, bowing slightly as a further respect, before jumping down upon a nearby building. He'd seen his destination in the past, it wasn't the most secluded, but was far enough off the main roads and pavements for his entrance to the shop to be inconspicuous. He leaped from the second rooftop to a third, and in that manner for the primary section of the travel. He'd make it quick as to not be seen, and soon enough reached his destination, perching above a balcony that jutted from the building he was aiming for. After that, he slipped down, and gained himself entrance to the top section of the shop, picking the lock and closing it behind him, re-locking it afterwards, so that the old man could not simply run to the guards.

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The sun had started to climb higher and higher into the sky as the band of thieves positioned themselves across the High District. The air was still lightly chilled, but slowly started to warm within the sun's heat. It's light had reached the city streets by now, and now had almost completely robbed the warband of their element. It was Ajax's plan all along, to rob the warband of their most powerful element: Surprise. But little had they any knowledge of the larger heist they were about to preform, in broad daylight.

Separated from one another, the thieves had found their locations and had started their jobs. Slowly rising up from kneeling, Ajax turned to his apprentice. It was time for the both of them to find their location for the heist. Moving back a few feet on the roof, Ajax pushed himself forward and pushed with a grunt off of the roof, over the wide city street. With no effort, Ajax's hands grasped the ledge of the building across from them -a good 10 foot jump-. After raising himself up with ease, Ajax lowered himself onto the roof of the other building, reaching his hand down to the ground and his palm out towards his apprentice. Giving her a target for her to jump too.

Tetsuya


The upper floor of the small shop was the keeper's small apartment. Like most shops in the city, it consisted of 3 floors: The ground floor, which was where the merchandise, and business transactions were. The floor below that was usually a stockroom, a storage area, or a seller for more... Luxurious items such as wines, expensive ales, and perhaps a dash of your illegal goods. Then, the floor above the ground floor: The apartment, where the keeper would live. While most of the time this acted like a part-time house, it could be easily lived permanently... Depending on the success of the shop.

The apartment was void of live, with no noise or sounds of life. From what it sounded like, the shopkeeper was either downstairs opening up the shop, or simply not home all together. The small raised bed had clean sheets, and looked like it had been made recently. Next to the bed was a small nightstand, with a cup and bottle of wine on top of it. The keeper had slept here recently, but where was he? From the downstairs level, he could make out the sound of footsteps... Climbing the stairs to the level he was on.


Istillio


The small shop the Northman found himself in was... Small. Compact. His head just barely under the ceiling by a foot or 2. The shop went about 20 feet back, and must have been only 10-12 feet wide. In front of him -in the middle of the room- was the foundry, a massive circle made of pieces of cobblestone, that had risen 2-3 feet above ground. Inside of the circle were fractals of coal, and parts of broken metals that had been chipped away from swords, and other weaponry. Inside of the coals were the light embers of the fire within it warming up.

Above the foundry was a vent, made of wood. While the foundry was active, the vent would take the smoke and let it out of the shop. Behind the foundry stood a rack of weapons, at a right angle to the floor. On the rack were spears, daggers, throwing knives, but also larger weapons; like warhammers, and greatswords. Each one of them carried the prowess of excellent dwarven craft. While the swords and daggers looked excellent, it was the larger weapons that looked like they had time put into them. They were massive, and well decorated. They were the work of master hands, hands that had created hundreds -if not thousands- of the same weapons before.

Suddenly, as Istillio walked forward into the shop, he spotted through the corner of his eye a dwarf standing to his left, ontop of a flight of stairs that lead to the next level up. As he turned to look at the short man, the dwarf smiled and threw his arms wide open as he walked down the stairs.

"Velcom!" The dwarf shouted welcomingly as he waddled down the stairs. He was short, yet massive at the same time. While being only 4-and-a-half to 5 feet tall, his shoulder width must have been the same length. The dwarf was wearing a while shirt underneath a black, leather blacksmith apron. His arms were massive, and thick like tree trunks. In Istillio's mind, he looked like a small mountain. The hair on his head was long and red, with burned patches and black spots in a few spots from the forge. His face, from what Istillo could tell, was square-ish with 2 small blue eyes hidden under thick red brows. But the most prominent part of the dwarf was by far... his beard.

His beard was the same color as his hair, a thick red, with the same texture. But instead it looked more well-kept than his hair. At least a foot in length from his chin to the end, it was a symbol of his strength and fortitude -as it is to most dwarves-. But even from the dwarves Istillio had met in the north, this mans beard was by far the greatest.

With a crack akin to thunder, the dwarf lowered himself to the final step of the stairs so the both of them were on the same level. Now at -almost- eye level, Istillio could see the massive smile on the dwarves face. Welcoming, and friendly. Reaching his hand out, the dwarve's voice boomed out once more.

"Velcom, dea' friend! V'what brings ye' to me humble found'r'y?" Much like Istillio, the dwarf carried a thick strong accent of the north, making since because of most of the north being ruled by the race. In fact, the dwarven language was the most common language in all of the north, Istillio's native language.

With a proud, thrust of his hand forward, he took the assassin's hand into a strong grip and shook it tightly, welcoming Istillio to his shop.

The Troll


(To be done)