Mason heard the commotion and headed towards the noise. Forget the job for now, she was wanting to fight now.

Nirayane saw the situation below, no matter how many guards she thinned out with well placed shots, there was a squadron of six surrounding Hotarubi, all gnashing at the teeth to carve her to pieces with their blades drawn in malice. It seemed she would have to save the girl again, the same thought others shared with Nira as they too came to Hotarubi's aid. They were a guild after all, and a guild only survived through teamwork. Leaping from her perch, she unleashed a volley of arrows quickly, taking out two of the men with ease and landing gracefully to Hotarubi's right, giving her a small smile and a nod before brandishing her curved blade.

Seeing an opening Belaziri jumped in and stabbed a guard with a Hemlock laced dagger as she made her way to the carriage as she saw the last of the guards preoccupied by the others she snuck up to the door of the carriage and opened it. "Sir and Ma'm." She said, giving a cheeky grin as she saw the loot in the chest under the seat by the prince. "Sorry, but I'll be taking that. I hope you have a nice day." Tipping her head she grabbed the chest and starts to run for the shadows. (If anyone wants to engage her feel free)

Hotarubi quickly took care of the guard she was fighting by cutting his leg so he could not move properly, then pushed him aside, there was no need to kill him. She then looked at Simbad and replied "Well, I have you guys with me so there's no problem" She watched Belaziri get away with the chest. "Alright time to end the show!" She then got under the wagon full of gold and placed an explosive she had prepared only for this mission. Once the explosive was ready Hotarubi Climbed a building, when she reached the roof she looked down at the people, they were quite shocked by all it happened but they knew the guild was doing it for them. "We are the thieves guild! We steal for our people and justice!" Hotarubi shouted so everyone in the square could hear her, as soon as she finished talking the wagon exploded. "It's raining gold!!" The children shouted with excitement, people of all ages hurried to pick up as much gold as they could. Before disappearing among the roofs of Ivek Hotarubi stared at the prince and princes, he was obviously furious but the princess did not know what to think, she was a bit excited by what the guild was doing, after all this kind of things would only been seen in childish tales

Mason stood at the edge of a alley and smiled at the crowds happiness as she turned from the alleyway and turn and ran. Since she didn't get to join in the fight she had to make up for lost time on her job.

Evanglina sees Hotarubi disappearing on the rooftops. She smiles and kicks dirt over the fireworks. She leaves them there and runs over to the nearest drainage pipe. She climbs up it as quickly as possible and begins to leap from rooftop to rooftop. She pauses for a moment, looking back at the carriage. She smiles at the expression on the royalties faces before turning around and running after Hotarubi again. She manages to catch up to her with ease and she begins to keep a steady pace with her. Evanglina looks over at Hotarubi and says, "So, any issues? I didn't see most of the fight and couldn't hear it, considering the fireworks were exploding..."

As wonderful as the sight had appeared to the eyes of her fellow guild-mates, Nira couldn't help but feel a tinge disappointed, eyes drooping and lips parsed in a frown of dismay. All this gold and not a single bit kept for themselves. Of course, the elven huntress had to remind herself she wasn't part of the Black Horned Elks anymore. Coin, gems and precious dowry were no longer for the taking, but rather for the giving back to those who rightfully deserve it in this city of the wicked, they being the weak, the sick, the poor and the downtrodden, those stepped upon by the muddy, iron greaves of the corrupt, the tax-men, the fat-cat merchants and stuffy, haughty nobles. Though, Nirayane was rather content seeing the needy flock to the streets with coin-purses brimming at the top and pockets fat with the spoils of a well-met victory, courtesy of the guild. Ah, but what be this Nira spotted atop the head of the flustered and agitated prince stamping like an unruly toddler deprived of his toys. A crown, shimmering silver and encrusted with precious, priceless stones that glinted as stars high in the heavens. Such a crown of such wonderful, elegant craftsmanship, sure to fetch her quite a bit of coin at the fence. If no one else was going to seize the chance, why not she. With a shrill whistle she called down her feathered friend Dmitri, and with a piercing shriek in return the hawk dove upon the prince, causing the poor lad to duck, the spineless coward he was. Ah but lucky for the him, the hawk didn't pluck out his eyes with those gleaming talons of his, rather...he flew back to his lady, clutched in those very talons...the crown she lustfully eyed. "H-hey! That's my crown you damn lowlife!", He whined as his eyes beheld the elven woman, now atop the roof above him, his precious crown clutched in Nirayane's greedy hand and her partner in crime perched upon her shoulder flapping his wings as though an insult. Speaking of insult, in a defiant smirk to the brat, Nira placed the crown atop her own head and stuck her tongue out at him, before leaping from the rooftops again and cutting through an alleyway, sprinting fast and vaulting off the walls, a bit showy as in midair she tucked herself into a front flip soaring over the other fleeting thieves and landed before them resuming her swift escape. She did realize it was never wise to go after nobles, the Elks having learned that the hard way...ah but at least they didn't kill anyone and incur a wrath upon them...at least not yet of course.

Vallyn watched the robbery from the shadows, seeking for a way to enter the fray. However, their teamwork was close-knit and perfectly in sync. He sighed, noticing that the skirmish was over in little less than a minute (though he knew that it must have seemed like hours to his comrades) and he did not feel the need to involve himself. After all, his skills were not meant for such blatant attention. Sneaking into houses and taking valuables from nobles was his idiom, and causing a commotion in the middle of a street was simply sloppy to him. No tact, no skill... simply flaunting their combative skills just to instill fear and dominance in the corrupt seemed foolish to the shadowy rogue. As the band of thieves showered the gold unto the poor and their ilk, Vallyn debated about giving into his old habits and simply kill the prince to end the redundancy of the Thieves Guild. As he saw it, they were simply a band of thugs forcing their way into the hearts of the poor and helpless, all for glory and renown, bound solely by the tenants set forth by the late King of Ivek. "A tragedy it is for us to openly taunt our enemies," he lamented, turning from the scene before him. With powerful, menacing strides, the thief swiftly traveled through the shadows and towards his guildmates, an expression of apathy painted over his otherwise morose face. It did not take him long to find them, and from the ground, he tailed them by giving them a couple of leagues between himself and the band. Not even a guard would notice his presence, and with great willpower did Vallyn abstain from using his blade to kill the guards in cold blood.

A thief by the name of Garrett observes the city from the shadow of a large tower. To the few whom have seen him, he dons an armor of dark brown leather, and a tattered cloak of the same color. He almost always wears a cloth that covers his nose and mouth. Due to an encounter in the past, he has lost vision in his left eye, along with a vertical scar to accompany it. His long, tattered cloak conceals a bow and a multitude of trick arrows, a couple of them lethal.

A thief by the name of Garrett observes the city from the shadow of a large tower. To the few whom have seen him, he dons an armor of dark brown leather, and a tattered cloak of the same color. He almost always wears a cloth that covers his nose and mouth. Due to an encounter in the past, he has lost vision in his left eye, along with a vertical scar to accompany it. His long, tattered cloak conceals a bow and a multitude of trick arrows, a couple of them lethal.

(I can tell you are new in the guild, first you have to post a character sheet)

Ziri quickly walked towards the woods, using her shop as a shortcut. No one would ever think twice about the little gypsy girl going back to her shop for something. Sighing she grabbed a cloak while in there and made her way out the back. Not once did she ever think that this is wrong, not once did it cross her mind that she could go to jail for stealing, she didn't think about this because being a thief was in her blood, it's who Belaziri Raye Crane is. Rolling her shoulders she made her way to the edge of the forest and looked around, once, twice, and one last time. Just a precautionary measure just in case someone decided to try to follow her. She drew the chest in closer as she made her way back to the guild, back towards home.

A thief by the name of Garrett observes the city from the shadow of a large tower. To the few whom have seen him, he dons an armor of dark brown leather, and a tattered cloak of the same color. He almost always wears a cloth that covers his nose and mouth. Due to an encounter in the past, he has lost vision in his left eye, along with a vertical scar to accompany it. His long, tattered cloak conceals a bow and a multitude of trick arrows, a couple of them lethal.

(I can tell you are new in the guild, first you have to post a character sheet)

(derp. It's posted now.)

Nadia wondered around the place, her job simple. She was wearing her civilian outfit so all she had to do was to make sure the rich would not get any richer. She was soon ringing the doorbell from one of the rich person's house, carrying a basket of flowers. "Yes?" the person from the house answered, looking at her. Nadia smiled a sweet smile and held out a flower to the person. "Hello there! It's a wonderful day, huh! My flowers from my garden had just bloomed so I thought of giving it to some people" She lied with an innocent smile. "Oh why thank you" The person said and was about to take it when Nadia heard some noise nearby. "Oh my, what a racket" She said, looking scared. The person looked at her with sympathy. She was invited inside the house and by the time she went back out, Nadia had taken a few valuable and non-sentimental things from there. "I guess I can sell it and give the money around" she said, thinking about the things she took as she walked away from the house.

Simbad grinned as gold rained from the sky, just like a fairy tale. But Robin Hood never waited long enough for more guards to come and arrest him and Simbad should follow suit. And he did just that melding into the alleyways like of hundreds of beggars and jobless humans scattered throughout the city.

Mason reached the large house that was her target, guards walked around it because she had constantly gone for this one house.

Chloe entered the guild hall for the first time that day. she had overslept so she hadn't been able to help with the proceedings that had happened she had witnessed them on her way to the guild but she was in her casual clothes so she couldnt help much. she admired some of the other members, they were alot more talented than her in what they did. however no one was as good as she was with a bow. she hadn't met an archer that could best her yet, although she thought there would be plenty.

Hotarubi quickly made her way into the guild with a smile on her face, the mission went as planned, she did not bother to take off her thief clothes but pulled off the red string tying her hair, once again her beautiful dark and silky hair was free. "Ah~ Nothing better than a well done mission!" She said cheerfully and sat down on a table, there ,with a beer mug in hand, she waited for everyne to come back. Whatever was inside the chest, surely gold, was going to be for the guild

Mostly the others were tarrying off on their separate ways, some returning to that humble and dingy abode below the streets of Ivek, festering in the sewer and swamp rot under the feet of the unsuspecting nobles, guards and peasantry alike, while other of her fellow guild-mates were more keen on scoring a bit more coin and treasures, off on their own separate little bedlams and heists. But Nirayane, she was tired, must've been judging how quick she outran most of the guild before dropping into the stone moat surrounding Ivek and pulling back the flimsy wooden cover over the tunnel entrance. Ah that scent, the scent of home...pungent and with a tiny nip at the nose. Though, such unpleasantry the huntress was akin too, helped when you were the wife of a rowdy orc warlord and queen to a band of ruthless cutthroat brigands....and Nira...how she missed that very scent....the musk of her beloved. The passage was dark, damp with each footstep echoing down the long, moss covered stone corridor tunneling deeper and deeper, only alit by the few dim torch sconces that continued to burn, even in this most dank and humid of environments. Dmitri flew on ahead of her, busy catching up rats for his evening meal, but it was as the red tailed hawk soared into the grand cistern where the guild made their home....he unleashed a screech only recognizable to the girl, that warning of an intruder. Nirayane continued ahead down the path and stormed into the cistern with a fierce glare in her eyes, brandishing her hunting knife and sniffing of the air. Mostly, all she could smell was the sewer, but there was that faint hint...the scent of a female as Nirayane could only presume, but an intruder no less. Sneaking into the shadows with her blade at the ready, she prepared herself to pounce...as the wolf upon a frightened, trembling elk. You're mine... And then without warning, she struck, grappling the girl(Chloe) by her arm and drawing her knife to the intruder's neck....but wait....this was no intruder... She was one of them. Nirayane's knife retreated from Chloe's neck and returned to her sheath at her side, giving the girl a nod in apology. Then she realized...this girl had a bow. An archer eh?

Finding the giant oak tree, Ziri dug at the base until she found her secret door and slid into the tunnels as she shut the door back up and began her trek to the guild. Ducking under spider webs, Ziri made a note to come and clean her part of the tunnel. She saw the torches ahead and rapped on the door three times before opening it to find Nirayane, Hotarubi and a girl she didn't recognize. "Look what I've got." She said, grinning as she dropped the chest on the table with a thump. "And not too light either." She added, pretending to rub her sore muscles. "So how did the rest of it go?" She asked, directing the question to Hotarubi.

Hotarubi quickly made her way into the guild with a smile on her face, the mission went as planned, she did not bother to take off her thief clothes but pulled off the red string tying her hair, once again her beautiful dark and silky hair was free. "Ah~ Nothing better than a well done mission!" She said cheerfully and sat down on a table, there ,with a beer mug in hand, she waited for Ziri to come back with the chest. Whatever was inside it, surely gold, was going to be for the guild

(Ummm, my character ran after yours and was talking to her, Secret... What should I do??)