The Great Golem Heist

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The man kicked at a small pebble on the street, whistling a bawdy under his ale soaked breath. The damnable heat of the evening sent sweat beading down his face and back, making him even more miserable inside his heavy robe and chain-mail. For the ten thousandth time that evening, he cast a glare at the object to which he held responsible for his needing to suffer pointlessly. The small Hin sat on the deck of his ship, his heels kicked up and enjoying a smoke. His mood darkened by the sight of the Hin enjoying himself, he turns back around.

A man in black robes stands close to the guard, his manner casual. He smiles and bows, somehow keeping his face obscured the whole time. When he speaks, his voice is gravel and heavily accented. His friendly greeting and hint to the guard that he sympathizes with the mans unnecessary frustrations,loosens the guards tongue considerably. An hour passes, then two before the black robed man finally asks the obvious question: "Why don't you simply leave your post?". The guard blinks, all his frustration boiling up from thinking of it for the past several hours. The mans nod and departure brings a satisfied smile to the Black Robed mans hidden face.

Waiting several minutes, the Black Robed man moves south, careful to note the guards positions. He repeats his conversation to another guard, this one easily swayed to leave his post when a small amount of coin changes hands.

His smile growing wider, he does one last check to ensure that no guards are close. He slips inside the Music Shop along the southern edge of the district and closes the door behind him. Seeing that he is alone, he moves quickly, spilling the wood oils used to treat the instruments across the floor and pouring out several bottles of a powerful liquor. He tosses a lantern into the cocktail of flammable substances, making sure the fire is raging before he slips quietly out of the building.

A quick glance confirms that the streets are still empty as he moves to the back of the L'ettin, finding a large stack of crates stacked against its southern wall. A lantern turned on its side and covered with straw ensures that soon a second fire will break out, giving him sufficient time to escape.

His path takes him westward, careful to avoid being seen by guards and commoners alike as he makes his way into the alley next to the Savings and Loan. There he finds what he's looking for, A barrel filled with sawdust and wood chips, placed there previously for exactly this endeavor. Making quick work of the barrels top, he pours a strong alcohol over the mixture inside the barrel. Glancing up and down the alley to ensure he is unobserved, he strikes a spark into the barrel, the contents instantly setting alight. He pushes the barrel up to the Savings and Loan, satisfied that this will provide further distraction.

As he exits the alley, still sticking to the shadows, he hears the distant cries warning of fire. Smoke plumes from in the southeast and a small smile forms as he hears someone, probably a guard returning to his post, shouting for the ships at dock to break mooring and move away. He smiles, knowing this would bring eastward travel to a halt. Exactly his intent.

As guards and commoners move to carry buckets of water to the fire, a second plume of smoke rises into the sky, and cries grow more desperate. Using the distraction, he sneaks into the Badger, it having emptied to the cries of fire close by, and he makes his way up the stairs. He opens doors long enough to ensure that the rooms are unoccupied before knocking over candelabras and tossing them into the bed sheets. He makes sure that several rooms are ablaze before making his way quickly down the rear staircase.

Stepping into the street for the final time, he finds several large crowds, milling about, trying desperately to fight the several infernos he's responsible for. The confusion easily masking his escape as he moves north, he hears the first cries despairing that the brothel is alight as he slips into the sewers, making sure the coast is clear before doing so.

Once the gate of the sewers closes tight behind him, he takes a large breath of relief, instantly regretting it as the putrid stench nearly makes him gag. Shaking his head to clear it, he moves through the winding passages, easily evading the small beasts. The dank corridors and service crawl-ways wind down into the earth, his breathing the only sound that comes from him. Finally, he finds what he seeks, a crack in the wall that seems impossible to squeeze through. Sucking in his gut, he nonetheless manages to wiggle through, inspecting to make sure he has left no scraps of cloth on the stones rough edges to betray his passage.

A large grin forms on his face, the dank cave he has slipped into offering little light. Satisfied at last that he has found a place to remain unobserved, he draws a wicked looking dagger from his belt. The blade glows with a sinister red light, the darkness seeming to swallow it. Holding the dagger as he speaks, the mans words come out as an incomprehensible whisper. He pinches his eyes shut as the daggers light intensifies greatly before fading, it's magic having transported him far, far away.......