You know how the age-old saying goes. Finders, keepers. It's the creed of the thief. Your sticky fingers just always seem to end up in rich pockets, grabbing coin, jewel, and trinket. You have a knack for waiting in shadows, always hungry. Driven by greed. Larceny runs through your veins. Thievery always on the mind. Walking the cobbled streets of the morning, where others see citizens and townsfolk, you see targets and possibility. No guards looking. No danger in the area. Nice and quiet. Time to find you a fancy new coin purse.
All of this opportunity, of course, comes with a risk. A great one. A caught thief is a dead thief. A lone thief is a caught thief. Only takes one wrong movement, one misstep, one touch to a chap's bum before he realizes the emptiness of his pocket and the person right behind him, former contents of said pocket in the red hands of the thief. Our organization exists to unify as a band of thieves and make as much coin as possible, making sure our own don't get caught, and et cetera. Essentially, we're a group of people who would love nothing more than to rob the rich blind and find themselves with new possessions. Welcome to our Guild.
Though, you may have heard around that our outfit isn't doing so well. It is just a shadow of its former self. This is why we are trying to hire new members, as well as relearn the tools of our trade. We are taking a new approach to how we handle our jobs, to make sure our clients are most satisfied with our handiwork. No more jack-of-all-trades. The route we will be taking will be having everyone specialize in a form of crime, be it ambush, fishing, numbers, heists, robberies, fencing less-than-legal items, and et cetera. Everyone will have one specialization, and the very best just might have two. We are also expanding our resources to take on new jobs, like protective services and assassinations. Since these are fairly new, only experienced members can take them. There'll be plenty of opportunities to earn coin, so don't worry.
Alekzander sighed as he woke up from a particularly fascinating dream of taking the biggest haul they've ever had, striking it rich for all of the members of the Guild. Oh, how Alekzander wished to make each and every one of the members wealthy, especially himself. Have to be a bit selfish in this line of work. Only a bit. Alekzander waved the hair out of his face and sat up on his bed, yawning. "Another day in this Band of Thieves, eh," he said, though to no one really. Anyone who would happen to hop by would hear him. Alekzander slept and, essentially lived in, their hideout. It wasn't exactly the most sanitary of places in the city of Estherdame, but he had yet to suffocate, so he guessed it was alright. It was far from the worst, that was for sure.
With that, Alekzander stood to his feet and would begin getting dressed, choosing his traditional thief attire. Oh, the jobs this outfit has seen, in the one year alone. Alekzander had some memories in this Guild, and now that he was Guildmaster, he wanted to fulfill his promise to Roc and bring the Guild back to its former glory. Now fully dressed, Alekzander would walk out of the large bunking room and into the main room of their hideout, stretching out his limbs. He routinely popped his knuckles, neck, spine, arms, legs, and jaw. Have to keep those limbs limber, otherwise he would not do so well in this line of work.
So, Alekzander, having fully woken up, would sit at a table and wait for everyone else to either arrive or awake, as some lived outside of the hideout. While that was in process, Alekzander was approached by the mini-tavern's barmaid, whom had already prepared a plate of breakfast for him, remembering what he liked. "Here you are, Alekzander. Fresh from the skillet. Even remembered the fruit this time," the barmaid said, her heavy accent prominent in the nearly empty room. "Thank you, lass. I appreciate it," Alekzander replied, before dismissing the barmaid and eating his breakfast.
All of this opportunity, of course, comes with a risk. A great one. A caught thief is a dead thief. A lone thief is a caught thief. Only takes one wrong movement, one misstep, one touch to a chap's bum before he realizes the emptiness of his pocket and the person right behind him, former contents of said pocket in the red hands of the thief. Our organization exists to unify as a band of thieves and make as much coin as possible, making sure our own don't get caught, and et cetera. Essentially, we're a group of people who would love nothing more than to rob the rich blind and find themselves with new possessions. Welcome to our Guild.
Though, you may have heard around that our outfit isn't doing so well. It is just a shadow of its former self. This is why we are trying to hire new members, as well as relearn the tools of our trade. We are taking a new approach to how we handle our jobs, to make sure our clients are most satisfied with our handiwork. No more jack-of-all-trades. The route we will be taking will be having everyone specialize in a form of crime, be it ambush, fishing, numbers, heists, robberies, fencing less-than-legal items, and et cetera. Everyone will have one specialization, and the very best just might have two. We are also expanding our resources to take on new jobs, like protective services and assassinations. Since these are fairly new, only experienced members can take them. There'll be plenty of opportunities to earn coin, so don't worry.
Alekzander sighed as he woke up from a particularly fascinating dream of taking the biggest haul they've ever had, striking it rich for all of the members of the Guild. Oh, how Alekzander wished to make each and every one of the members wealthy, especially himself. Have to be a bit selfish in this line of work. Only a bit. Alekzander waved the hair out of his face and sat up on his bed, yawning. "Another day in this Band of Thieves, eh," he said, though to no one really. Anyone who would happen to hop by would hear him. Alekzander slept and, essentially lived in, their hideout. It wasn't exactly the most sanitary of places in the city of Estherdame, but he had yet to suffocate, so he guessed it was alright. It was far from the worst, that was for sure.
With that, Alekzander stood to his feet and would begin getting dressed, choosing his traditional thief attire. Oh, the jobs this outfit has seen, in the one year alone. Alekzander had some memories in this Guild, and now that he was Guildmaster, he wanted to fulfill his promise to Roc and bring the Guild back to its former glory. Now fully dressed, Alekzander would walk out of the large bunking room and into the main room of their hideout, stretching out his limbs. He routinely popped his knuckles, neck, spine, arms, legs, and jaw. Have to keep those limbs limber, otherwise he would not do so well in this line of work.
So, Alekzander, having fully woken up, would sit at a table and wait for everyone else to either arrive or awake, as some lived outside of the hideout. While that was in process, Alekzander was approached by the mini-tavern's barmaid, whom had already prepared a plate of breakfast for him, remembering what he liked. "Here you are, Alekzander. Fresh from the skillet. Even remembered the fruit this time," the barmaid said, her heavy accent prominent in the nearly empty room. "Thank you, lass. I appreciate it," Alekzander replied, before dismissing the barmaid and eating his breakfast.
