The Slip

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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

The Slip

Postby Miro on May 3rd, 2014, 4:19 am

29th day of Spring, 514 AV

Miro found himself in this part of the Merchant's Ring quite often for one reason or another. A certain shop had taken his attention though, but the owner of the shop was not quite as taken with the undead. It was an interesting place, the kind where one could buy and sell anything, but the prices were always slanted. There was never anything truly worth wasting money on, but the wizard always loved such places. There was always some chance of finding something, even if such things never really presented themselves. Even if that thing was not something for sale.

These types of places, even an upscale one like this, often attracted the desperate. Such people made fine targets, the easy prey they were. The owner of the establishment, the Slanted Standard it was called, he was a Lazarin. A rare name for a business owner, the Chained One was almost certain the man was not blooded to the family. He had few ties to the Ebonstrfye, but a Lazarin was a Lazarin. A Lazarin that did not like Miro. One that had oft given dirty looks, whispered to his workers when the wizard entered.

The only reason that the undead's presence was tolerated at all was his status as an Ebonstryfe apprentice. A badge flash here and there worked wonders. But it was not enough to change the bias, to stop the burn of disapproving glares. That would require something else entirely. For that Miro had a plan, something that had worked before in the past. The owner, Romell, he had a weak spot. Anything that seemed to hold magical properties he coveted greatly. He had one item in particular that he always kept on his person.

What it appeared to be was a product of Alchemy, some modified waterskin. It still behaved as the leather it was original crafted of, but it appeared more made of gems. When the light passed through the skin it shone brilliantly, but there was naught more to say about the piece. It was pretty, sure, but hardly anything to get excited about. This did not stop Romell from wearing the thing on his hip at all times, proudly displayed, just begging to be taken.

What Miro needed was an able thief, one that could be bribed into doing a job. Simple as it was, the waterskin would be snatched from Romell and given to an unsuspecting shopper. It would be at this time that the undead would prove his worth as an Ebonstryfe official and retrieve the stolen goods. Romell would be thankful for having his precious item returned and all distaste for the Chained One would be gone. A simple enough task once a thief was found, even if they were not skilled enough to complete the task.

It mattered not who the person caught stealing was, as long as the person was stopped by Miro. If they were to fail, be caught by Romell, the apprentice would be there to see justice served. He would not have to pay a copper that way, but it was not the ideal outcome. The payout would be well worth it, if only he could find somebody suitable to the task. Such things were hard though, even when the wizard spent his days in search of a proper larcenist. Those with true skill were able to evade being caught in the act.

But the undead was not alone. He had a partner already, a trap he had set. His Familiar was capable of taking multiple forms. The one most commonly taken, an icy bracelet. It appeared to be made of silver, though very cold to the touch. To most it would look to be worth some money, easily pawned at the Slanted Standard. Few would expect that such an item was truly a sentient being spying on those who passed by. This was exactly why the plan would work. Such a scheme was nearly perfect, despite a few apparent flaws.

So Miro took set Ender down on a table and turned his back to him. He leaned against the surface, but looked off into the distance, his cloak hood lifted to hide his face. The Irylid was nervous to be used as bait, but eager to impress his master. The two remained in communication through telepathy. "Are you sure about this Miro? Once I get taken, then what? You let them slip away? If they damage me we could be in serious danger."

But such was the nature of the Familiar, always so cautious. His master was much the opposite, one to take risks, and the one in charge. He had thought such things through, but hardly felt the need to explain himself. "I am positive of this Ender. Do not worry, you always worry too much. Once you get taken, wait for the right time, transform into your replicant form. You can defend yourself with magic, hold the target too. You need only wait for me to get there and offer the deal from there." The undead firmly believed in taking a risk to gain a reward.

"I am still not so sure about this." The feelings of anxiety easily perceived through the duo's empathetic bond, it annoyed the wizard. "You needn't be sure, just do as I say. You are capable of what I ask, aren't you?" The slight tinge of anger just as easily felt by the Familiar. "Of course I am." The anger so quickly replaced by a dark desire, it was enough to cause an Irylid to shiver. "Good. Just watch and wait. It won't be long now. Somebody is bound to snatch you."
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Postby Raven Nightfoot on May 4th, 2014, 4:14 am

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Raven had been exploring the town of Ravok yet again today, she had been in the floating city for several seasons now and yet still it amazed her. The difference between the city and Syliras were always blatantly obvious, only emphasised by the lingering alien feeling that reminded her of where she came from, not that she missed it. One thing that Ravok and Syliras did have in common though, was that both were completely ruled by their respective armies, sure the Knighthood and Ebonstryfe were completely different in detail, but Raven still saw them both for the oppressive forces they were.

The dark haired woman found herself browsing an unusual store at the moment, assorted with many odds and ends just like a certain store back home. As usual she wore her tight black attire consisting of a corset, pants and boots along with her blood red painted lips which curved slightly at the ends in her signature sultry smirk. Hips swayed subtly as the young thief walked through the isles, fingers running absent mindedly along the items as her amber eyes surveyed the area for anything of interest and before long they found something.

There on a nearby table, looking particularly lonely and in need of snatching was a beautiful silver bracelet, seemingly abandoned and forgotten in the public's eye. An eyebrow raised as her eyes searched for the items owner, not finding any obvious candidates. Raven bit her lip as she stayed the urge to casually pluck the silver bracelet from it's resting place and disappearing into the city. The young thief may not have been the best thief, but she wasn't stupid, a beautiful and valuable bracelet seemingly abandoned, unlikely was an understatement. Although the desire was definitely there, suspicion was a great deterrent, especially in the criminal line of work, one wrong move and she could end up seriously injured, imprisoned or dead, all great motivators to pick her battles carefully.

Raven's mind began to race for reasons someone would leave a such precious item laying around and all arrows pointed to it being a trap, of course she could have been wrong but it seemed possible and therefore she would observe for a while longer until she was satisfied with the risks. Luckily, only a few chimes later, a new factor was thrown into the mix, a fidgety, suspicious looking middle aged man entered the store displaying all the tell-tale signs of a terrible thief. The man's eyes constantly darted, never settling on one thing for long, giving him an air of nervousness, that was until his gaze fell on the bracelet, where it stayed for a long while.

The male thief although just as at risk as Raven, didn't seem to share her suspicion towards the item and after only a single chime he'd snatched the bracelet from it's spot and made his way out of the store. Raven watched the man exit with the item she desired, curiously waiting half a chime to see if anyone else in the area seemed interested in the man or even to see if anyone would follow. When the half chime passed and it seemed no one else in the vicinity seemed to have noticed the stolen item, Raven decided that she had been wrong and it had just been a glowing opportunity to make a new acquire a new prize, but she hadn't missed it, no, just delayed it for a few moments.

Now satisfied with the lack of attention to the stolen item that people seemed to be showing, Raven casually made her way out of The Slanted Standard and into the street, heading in the direction she'd seen the male thief headed. It didn't take her long to spot the man walking away in the distance, a noticeable skip in his step at his successful heist. She followed casually at first until the man turned into an alley which was when she decided to shift into stealth mode, immediately satisfying her checklist of conditions for not being detected.

Legs crouched slightly to become a smaller target and a quieter one, each step carefully placed, breathing calmed and slowed and arms out slightly on either side in order to keep balance as she stalked closer to the man who had come to a halt at the end of the alley and had begun urinating into the lake, his back facing the slowly approaching shadow which was now only steps away.

As Raven finally reached the man, only about two feet away from him and her target, a small smirk played at her lips as she saw the man's relieving himself as the perfect opportunity to snatch the bracelet. Slowly and carefully her hand extended and slid into the man's left pocket, the one she'd seen the man place the bracelet in. Her fingers met with something hard and icy cold to the touch which she assumed could only be the silvery jewel and carefully she began to lift it out of the man's pocket. The pocket held onto the last few inches of the bracelet, grasping desperately to it's endangered contents until finally relinquishing it's hold, the bracelet popping free of the material with a bit more friction than Raven had hoped for.

Almost instantly the man, who had only just stopped urinating, went stiff, clearly realising that something was up as he shouted "Hey!" and attempted to turn around, only to receive a straight punch to the face before he could even catch a glimpse of the black leather clad woman. The punch sent the man's face forward and before he had time to recover, Raven took a step back and delivered a neat straight kick right between his shoulder blades earning her a shout from the man as he flew into the lake with a loud splash, completely unaware of who or what had just assaulted him. Raven did not wait around for the man to climb out, in fact she had turned and ran before he had even hit the water and by the time he had finally broken free of the body of water, the thief that had stolen his stolen item was long gone.

Once she felt she was far enough from the man and in a secure enough area, the young thief pulled out the item to examine her prize. As she'd already known, it was beautiful and definitely of some value, even after several moments of being in her grasp the item retained it's icy cold feeling. "You are beautiful. We're definitely going to be great friends." she said as she turned the bracelet over in her had, a satisfied smirk on her face at what was probably her most valuable 'acquisition' yet.
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Postby Miro on May 6th, 2014, 7:31 am

Miro focused on his Familiary bond and tapped into Ender's sense of sight. He nodded his head and tuned his own sight out to focus on his partner's. A rather sloppy man grabbed the bracelet. Just as well, it was likely to happen, and the man would not be getting any payment. He would just find himself the patsy in the operation, as refusing meant to be arrested. The undead began to walk after the man as he neared the alleyway. He was almost ready to give the order.

Though he caught sight of something, a flicker in the shadows. Ender was put away in a pocket before either could be sure, but the wizard swore he saw a person. He released his focus on Ender's sight. The creature couldn't transform while pocketed. "Wait until you are freed. If necessary use Hypnotism. Just be ready to hold our thief until I arrive. I am on my way." Though the Chained One was slow. His left leg was so weak he could only limp.

Ender saw fingers reach into the pocket and felt them gently lift him. He quickly caught sight of a woman stealing him. He had no choice but to remain still for now. The woman however was caught in the act, but chose to react with violence. A good choice too, the surprise of her presence working in her favor. She swiftly rid herself of the competition and admired her prize. It was at this time that the Irylid shifted his form.

At first the Familiar shifted to his natural form by growing into an orb of ice. The orb began to float away and shift yet again, to grow limbs and become humanoid. A dark haired man in a black hooded cloak would form and land before the female thief. A white gaseous Res would begin to leak from his body and surround them and the Irylid readied to capture his target. It had been a while since he had such a role.

Ender stared down the woman with his silver eyes and channeled a hypnotic spell through his gaze. He conveyed an emotional response to calm the woman and issued a suggestion, "Don't move." The Familiar immediately began to focus on the Flux. He guided Djed to redirect strength from his arms to his legs to leap forward. He reversed the flow of the Djed and guided it through the pathways of his body and back into his arms.

The Irylid would attempt to grab the woman by the arms and hold her still. Though he was not very skilled in coordinating his body, as such a form was still foreign to him. He chose to make up for this shortcoming with Reimancy, something he was well practiced with. The haze of gaseous Res that surrounded the two would begin to flow toward the woman. It would pool into a liquid around her joints, to surround her feet, then transmute to freeze them in place.

Meanwhile the wizard was walking toward the woman, already around the corner and into the alley. The beaten thief had since resurfaced, witnessed the act, and fled from the scene. He had gotten lucky, for he would have been locked away by the end of the day otherwise. Miro was not sure how Ender would handle the woman, but was ready to handle things when he arrived.

When finally the undead was in speaking distance he would pull his Ebonstryfe apprentice's badge and flash it. He would talk in a calm yet serious voice, ready to see results. He tapped his Ice Reaving mark to shatter away any created ice. "How would you like to assist the Ebonstryfe today, earn a reward. You thieves, seem to be drawn to things that shine. I could offer you something quite brilliant for some assistance. Or I can arrest you now."

There was always the chance that things would get difficult here, which would mean doing things the hard way. It seemed however that Ender did a good job of showing off his magic. Normally that was enough to get the uninitiated to surrender. Miro was able to give an easy way out, a chance for mutual benefit. This one, unlike the last, they seemed to have skill and grace. She could be of use, earn a reward.
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The Slip

Postby Raven Nightfoot on May 8th, 2014, 5:57 pm

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Raven had absolutely no idea what had just happened, one moment she was admiring her new beautiful silver bracelet, the next it had jumped out of her hand and turned into an icy looking sphere that floated on it's own. Her expression went from satisfied to one of pure shock as the sphere began to grow limbs and form into a hooded man with dark hair and a silver gaze. Petch. Another mage.

Only moments after the bracelet had become an orb and the orb had become a man, he began to emit some unusual looking white gaseous substance, a substance that sort of reminded her of the crazed akalak Aren when he'd tried to kill her with fireballs, which was not a good memory. It was time to run she told herself as the fear levels reached an all time high, her heart beating faster than a hummingbird's as she took a step back preparing to turn and run for it, but just before she did, her eyes met with the silver gaze of the mage's and then...nothing, the panic she had just felt seemed to die down and be replaced by a calm soothing feeling that made her feel like she should stay, but Raven shook it off, her fight or flight instinct had just been telling her to run and she saw no reason to stay, she'd had bad luck with mages before. Even if she did feel unusually at ease.

Another silver flash of the mage's eyes and suddenly he leapt at her, arms outstretched in an attempt to grab her's, to restrain her, but Raven was too fast and too scared. The moment his legs had begun to spring, she had dived backwards, attempting to do a back flip which almost succeeded as she rotated the full 360 degrees and landed on her feet, except, on the back of her heels. So, instead of a solid landing the young thief nearly tipped over backwards as she stumbled backwards trying to regain her footing. Once she had finally steadied herself with a short sigh of relief and was about to make escape attempt number two, she felt something solid hold her legs in place and instead fell over with a loud grunt as she hit the ground.

The young thief looked down at her legs with a panicked expression to see that they were being restrained by shackles of ice, that she certainly could not break without help. "Shyke!" she muttered to herself, just as she caught glimpse of a limping figure entering the alley. Immediately she turned to see the newcomer to the party, hoping it was someone coming to save her from the psychotic mage but instead was greeted with an even more terrifying sight. A robed man limped towards her, his face covered in a dark mask that sent shivers down her spine as he flashed her an Ebonstryfe bade, "Shyke!" she muttered to herself again, this was it, she was going to end up in the whole.

Luckily, or perhaps not, the creepy figure seemed to have other plans for the captured thief, it seemed he wanted to strike a deal. It took the dark haired woman a few moments to slow her breathing and regain her composure as best she could after he freed her from the restricting ice shackles with a simple tap, before answering, although her tone still betrayed her slightly, nerves and annoyance poking through the mask. "It doesn't seem like I have much of a choice does it." she said simply as she got back to her feet, rubbing her backside slightly from the ache of the fall. Petching mages, always wanting something from her. She recalled the mage who had caught her breaking into his house, how he'd taken a vial of her blood and made her swear to bring him a clock to atone for the intrusion, a small wince appearing on her face as she was reminded of that debt that was still to be payed. Raven took a deep sigh as she straightened up, her amber eyes focusing on the masked man's nose in an attempt to seem less scared than she was of his appearance."What do you want?"

Here we go again...
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Postby Miro on May 8th, 2014, 7:07 pm

Miro was glad to see his point had been made. The woman thief sure did have some moves though. If she wanted, it was likely she could get away. Though likely only if the wizard was not willing to kill her. Still, she had proven herself, and it seemed she was ready to be made an offer. Though there was some hint of despair in there, it was ignored. In the end things would work out. The job was not all that complicated.

"I have a job for you. It is a simple enough task, at least, for somebody with your skills it is. There is a man, Romell, he runs the Slanted Standard. He has a valuable possession, something dear to him, a waterskin. It appears to be magically altered, and for this reason is cherished by the man. I need you to swipe the waterskin from his possession undetected and plant the item on a customer."

That was the task in brief, but there was much more that needed to be explained. Ender stood by the woman ready to react, but the wizard felt this unnecessary. He extended his arm and snapped his fingers. "Ender, shift to your sealed form, accompany our new friend." The creature would move for the wrist of the thief and begin to shift into his sealed form. The Irylid would return to the original form found in, a silver bracelet.

"I will distract those in the shop, especially Romell, and give you an opening. The waterskin is proudly displayed at all times, though it does not seem the easiest of lifts. You will need to be careful, lest you be caught. After you take it, just place it on any customer, then we will meet back here. Your new accessory, that is Ender. He will watch everything you do, see that you do not try anything you shouldn't. When all of this is done, you are free to go, along with a reward for your effort."

Everything explained seemed so straightforward, but the execution would likely prove this wrong. There were so many factors to consider, any of which could hinder the efforts. The keys to their success would be the skill of the thief and the success of the distraction to provide an opening. It was a risky game, but at least most of this risk was shouldered by the larcenist. She would either succeed or be arrested. There was only one way out now. "By the way, I am Miro. Who might you be?"
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Postby Raven Nightfoot on May 9th, 2014, 12:38 pm

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The immensely creepy masked mage wasted no time in telling her the details as he immediately began to speak, forcing Raven to try and ignore the unease she felt so that she could listen, she definitely didn't want to have to ask the man to repeat himself, no, best not to lengthen her time with him. The dark haired hooded man stood beside her and she found herself uncomfortably leaning away from him as she listed the details of the 'job' in her mind.

The target was Romell, at The Slanted Standard. She was to steal his waterskin, not the simplest task but she could pull it of, especially since the alternative was death or worse, imprisonment. All in all, it seemed straight forward, "...and plant the item on a customer." Raven's eyes widened slightly as she was caught off guard by the last few words, plant it on a customer? Why? She didn't dare ask in case she annoyed the creepy mage, so instead she simply accepted it for now.

That said and done, it seemed as if he'd told her everything he needed to do, was he going to follow her around to ensure she did it? Was he going to request a vial of her blood like the other Ravokian mage had? It couldn't be good to have your own blood circling around in the possession of powerful mages, that much was obvious. Then the mage spoke again, but not to her, to the hooded mage that stood besides, Ender he'd called him. Without a word the hooded mage moved nearer to Raven and shifted back into the silvery bracelet that had lured her in and wrapped itself around her wrist, the icy coldness and thought of it's previous form, causing her to wince.

Just when the young thief thought their little briefing was over, the mage began to speak again adding more details. He would distract this Romell and she was to snatch the waterskin and plant it on a customer, no, the mage had said 'any customer'. A streak of dread ran through her, any customer meant that this was not a job to punish a specific person but rather that she would probably be sending an innocent person to the figurative(and likely literal) slaughter. Raven definitely didn't feel comfortable with this, but then, better them than her.

A loud sigh escaped her lips as finally it was her turn to speak, nerves still filling her body as the mage introduced himself as Miro and asked for her name, "The name's Raven." she said, much more confidently than her first attempt at speaking, her usual persona beginning to shine through once more. She probably shouldn't be telling her name to every person who asked, especially to ones who had incriminating things to say about her, but then she didn't want to risk angering the creepy mage, Miro. "Fine, when are we doing this?" she asked, now even more composed as she admired the look of the living silver bracelet on her wrist with a small smirk.
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Postby Miro on May 9th, 2014, 3:12 pm

Miro was pleased that things seemed to be progressing so smoothly. It was honestly a surprise, given the plan. Everything was so loosely plotted, made up as things went on. "I am glad to make your acquaintance Raven, though I am not so sure you share my sentiments." He hesitated for a moment and gave a shrug. "I suppose it matters little, because you will do exactly as I ask." They would begin soon, but there was one thing left to be explained. Finally the wizard had his own role finalized in the plot.

"You will go into the shop first, with me not far behind you. I want you to browse a bit, though eventually you will move to the front of the store. You will engage Romell with a question. This will be your excuse to be near him, so position yourself well. Find any excuse you can to get near to your target, ready to snatch. However, as you engage Romell, I will burst into the store. The attention will be drawn from you to me, and I will do everything within my power to hold it there."

This of course was no simple task. It meant that he would have to draw attention to himself by whatever means available. His natural appearance, his status in the Ebonstryfe, his magic. To cast Hypnotism on so many targets, it was not so easy. It was the quick route to overgiving, if taken too far. Though not taken far enough, it would mean detection. It seemed it would be important to first draw attention, then even more so to hold it. Yet it had to be done.

"Be prepared for anything in there. I will be making quite the scene, even using magic. You need to keep focus, find your opportunity, and then take it. Once you have the goods, drop them on an easy target. I don't want to take any unnecessary risks. After that, just leave, come back here. Ender will be with you, so you'll be wise to follow instructions. His ability to capture a target may be lacking, but I assure you he's a much better killer. I will be out shortly after."

What he did not explain was why he would be delayed, or the reasoning in this act. The thief would be arrested, and thanks would be given for his capture, and the subsequent return of the stolen goods. Though the patsy would likely not see proper punishment. What would be done with the arrested person, it was as of yet undecided. And though the wizard knew well what his role was, his Familiar's was not properly decided.

The Chained One spoke telepathically to his partner across their bond. "You however, Ender, you will have the most important of roles." He spoke without thinking. He hadn't any idea what to say next, but he was usually pretty good at lying through his teeth. "You are the one who keeps Raven in line." That much was already established. There had to be more to it. "You will use your Hypnotism to see that she is able to perform undetected."

There, that was good, probably. If Ender was not made to feel important, he would feel neglected. His nagging was an issue, but no the main one. His performance was. It was likely he might turn against the wizard, allow her to go free, if he was not made to feel special. The Irylid fell for the ploy, though somewhere deep down he knew better. "I understand master, and you can count on me. Together we can pull this off. I'll give you your every prompt."

At least that much was understood. The Familiar knew all to well he would have to be the eyes and ears for the operation. Miro would watch for his cue given by Ender to act. Likely watching through the creatures eyes, in communication at all times. The undead turned his attention back to Raven. "I am ready when you are Miss Raven. Just do as I say and you will be fine. As long as you are not caught. I can not promise your freedom in an instance where you are found out. So good luck to you. You will need it."
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Postby Raven Nightfoot on May 11th, 2014, 6:07 pm

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Raven stayed silent as the creepy mage started talking again, listening while keeping her expression as neutral as she could, although some of her annoyance was surely evident. There was no need for niceties, he was blackmailing her, that meant manners had no place in their interactions. In addition to what the mage had already told her about the 'job' he was now adding more details, which...to her relief seemed like they would be making things a little easier for her. Thank gods.

According to the creepy mage, he would be the distraction. Raven couldn't help but wonder how good he would be at such a task, would he use some flashy and extravagant magic to garner everyone's attention? No. That would make it too obvious that he'd been involved, perhaps something more subtle? Her mind began to wander, forming insanely ludicrous images in her mind of what the mage would do, the total lack of knowledge on the arcane making her imagination run even wilder.

He finished with another warning, reminding her of the silvery bracelet around her arm and how it had morphed into a mage to capture her. A small sting of fear ran through her at his words, the petching bracelet could kill her, probably would kill her when the job was done anyway. Panic was beginning to rise in the young thief again, panic and anger. She was angry, angry at being weak and powerless, angry at this creature for so easily dominating her and most of all, she angry that there was nothing she could do but go along with ITs plan and hope to survive.

"I am ready when you are Miss Raven. Just do as I say and you will be fine. As long as you are not caught. I can not promise your freedom in an instance where you are found out. So good luck to you. You will need it.".

Amber eyes widened slightly as another drizzle of fear wet her skin as she saw the clear holes in his plan. Of course. The mage needed someone, anyone to take the blame for stealing the waterskin, he wouldn't care if it was Raven or not, just as long as he got his patsy. A small annoyed breath escaped her lips at the thought, she'd just have to try and do this to the best of her ability, she doubted anyone would believe her if she told them a member of The Ebonstryfe had put her up to it, this place was just like Syliras, only darker.

"Okay." she said bluntly as she unravelled her arms and turned to walk out of the alley, there was no need to say anything else to the creepy mage, not that she had anything but profanity lined up. Her steps were slightly rushed as she tried to but some space between herself and the masked creature, a loud sigh of relief escaping her lips as she exited the secluded alley and made her way towards The Slanted Standard like she was told. The icy cold feeling on her wrist, reminding her of her situation, even as she tried to calm herself. "This is shyke." she muttered to herself, though she doubted that the bracelet, Ender, hadn't heard it.

A few chimes later the dark haired thief entered The Slanted Standard once again, walking slowly through the store as she pretended to browse. With each step her hips swayed more than usual as she purposefully emphasised it in attempt to draw the owner, Romell's attention, she had almost instantly recognised the man by the sparkling waterskin at his belt, proudly displayed just as the mage had told her it would be. There were a few people in the store, good, that meant it would be easier to pass the waterskin on, but she was getting ahead of herself, first she would need to GET it.

Out of the corner of her eye, Raven could see that her movements had attracted the owner's attention, his eyes locked on the tight black leather that clung to her backside like a dark second skin, a small smirk appearing on her face as she readied herself for what came next. Amber eyes turned to meet the man's gaze, locking on with intensity and not leaving their spot, she wanted him to know that she'd seen him. Her small smirk grew as she kept her eyes on the man's for a moment longer before trailing down to examine his large unattractive form before returning to his gaze. The man smiled back. Good.

Slowly and with her hips swaying more than usual yet again, the young thief made her way over to the shop owner who stared back with a smug look on his face. "You must be Romell, it's a pleasure to meet you." she started in her sultry tone. "I must say, your store is easily one of my favourites in the entire city." she said, stroking his ego, amber eyes never leaving his as a hand raised to grasp lightly at his upper arm.

That was step one, find an excuse to get close to the man, next she would have to wait for the creepy mage...Miro, to begin his distraction. Already her heart was beginning to beat nervously, their were too many risks, all of them not ending well for the young thief, out of everyone involved, she had the most to lose. All she could do was hope things went as planned and that the mage kept his word.
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Raven Nightfoot
You Don't Know What You Have Until I Take It
 
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