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>>3373494
Mornings in Aquilla are normally quite pleasant. It rains overnight often, so the morning dew is a nice sight and an even nicer smell compared to the smog of factories or the general stench of the lower city. You find yourself by the singular window in the apartment on clear mornings like this. Watching the people on the street go about their daily business while you take in your breakfast. And today is no different.

But it certainly feels different. You've taken the first steps to the big time, as they say. Making nice with contacts like Oliver and Margot is invaluable. And you'll need all the help you can get, if you are to escape the jaws of poverty. Or even more importantly, the jaws of mediocrity. If this is to be your life's work, you want to be better than good. You want to be great.

Looking around the apartment, you're struck by how tiny it is for the first time. When you and Shalana started to make enough to afford this place you were ecstatic to have a roof over your heads. Now you just feel like it's so small you'd go insane if you had to sit in this room for more than a couple hours. There's nothing but a couple of beds, and a single dresser for clothing. And you're lucky there's a bathroom. Shalana's side of the room is more lived in. Books piled up, various sketches of hers on the wall.

You leave no trace, which is likely a side effect of your work. Shrugging, you pop the last bite of breakfast into your mouth and stand up. There's still plenty to be done. You're far behind on your goal. Shalana exits the bathroom, looking ready for the day. "Oh, looks like we're leaving at the same time. You're usually still asleep by now."

That's right, she must be on her way to work. "There's not much I can do without the cover of night, but that's no reason to sit on my ass all day."

"I like your enthusiasm, brother." She prepares her key to the apartment, then stops, struck by an idea. "Well, want to walk together? I just realized we work so often that we never just take a walk anymore."

>"Okay then, I'll walk you to work."
>"Sorry. I was about to check in on available jobs."
>"How is work at the factory anyhow?"
>Write-In?

>>3373502
>"Okay then, I'll walk you to work."
>"How is work at the factory anyhow?"

What a cozy start.

>>3373553
+1

>>3373553
Support

We need to take sis out of there so she can focus on her studies.

>>3373553
>>3373628
>>3373645

Takin' a walk.

>Writing

>>3373724
It's true. You both used to just roam all over the city. Sometimes for fun, sometimes to find safe places to stay for the night. You do somewhat miss the simplicity of it. "Okay then, I'll walk you to work. Just like old times eh?"

She chuckles in a short a nearly snorting manner. "Old times? Don't go getting old on me yet Ailas. Though I admit, it feels like a lifetime ago. Even though not much has changed."

You both share a comfortable silence as you exit the building, passing the excuse for a land lord at the bottom of the stairs on your way out. As long as everyone pays up on time, he doesn't care. Your boots splash in shallow puddles every now and again as you make your way through the low end of town you call home. Despite the quality of living, there's still life here. Shops are opening up for there daily business. Workers are heading out for the day, same as your sister.

When Shalana landed this job, you wanted to stop her. You've heard of the kinds of work conditions some of these factories have. Not to mention the accidents. Even people that survive those kinds of things are never the same. You wouldn't know what to do with yourself if something like that happened to her. She has too much potential to be snuffed out, or crippled working some menial job for coppers.

"Ailas? You're looking a bit intense there." Shalana waves her hand in front of your face.

"Oh. Sorry. Deep in thought." You'll refrain from telling her you were agonizing over her only means of work. "So, how has the job been treating you lately?"

She just sighs, gripping her bag at her side a little tighter. "It's as good as it's gonna get. It's hard work, doesn't pay much. But at I least I have a job. Our foreman, Isabella, she makes things easier on us."

Pretty sure she's mentioned this woman before. "Yes, I remember the name. I'll have to thank her for taking such good care of my sister. I know this job can be dangerous."

>Continued

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>>3373931
Shalana playfully bumps into you. "Not as dangerous as yours. At least I can do my work while being seen. You don't have to worry about me."

She says that, but you both know. Neither of you will ever stop. You are both all you have. But things will get better. When you arrive at you sister's workplace, she gives you a hug and watch her head inside. She's greeted by a woman in a protective jumpsuit, probably her foreman. And then you're off again. You don't know the hours that Oliver keeps, but you'd like to line up your next job. This city doesn't wait for anybody.

When you arrive at the Sleeping Giant. It's nearly the opposite of the raucous circus from last night. You stop to observe the open and closed sign but you notice there isn't one. Pushing the door open, you're met with a loud squeak, and the tired eyes of Oliver. Wiping down tables and setting chairs upright on the table. "Oh! My new best customer. Come in, come in. I was just closing up for the day."

"It's nearly 7 in the morning." You reply flatly.

He just shrugs. "I assume you're looking for job opportunities?"

You nod and he makes his way behind the counter. "Let me think, I believe there's two jobs that would suit your skills. Of course, both clients require something taken." He pours himself a drink from an unlabeled bottle under the counter before continuing. "The first, a gang leader wants another gangs symbol of pride stolen. They take these things seriously. Could spell the end for the rival leader. And secondly, a client wants a specific item stolen before it reaches the largest bank in Aquilla. And it's on a moving convoy."

While you think he takes a large gulp of the red liquid. "These are time sensitive so you gotta pick one, and fast."

>The gang job
>The convoy job

>>3373939
Both sound like jobs for things that will actually be actively guarded.
But the convoy job sounds like it would pay better and I bet there are other things of value with the convoy, too. Not sure how much a gang would compare.

I'll vote Convoy.

>>3373939
>The convoy job

Lets not get into gang business

>>3373939
>The convoy job

>>3373939
Convoy, fuck gangs

>>3373965
>>3373969
>>3373984
>>3374069

Everyone seems to be pretty dead set against working for gangers. Okey dokey.

>Writing

>>3374107
If we're stealing a delivery destined to a nationalized bank, then technically we're working against the biggest gang of all.

>>3374119
>Inb4 the quest is renamed to A Libertarian's Quest

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>>3374107
"I'm not doing any work for the gangs. I'll take the convoy job." You may have said that a bit too fast. But you mean it. You decided you wouldn't be a part of what they do, and you mean it. Even by proxy.

Oliver seems to take it in stride. "Okay then, allow me to fill you in." He plops down on a barstool and swishes around his liquid breakfast. "Our client wants a certain item delivered to them. The problem being that this particular item is a part of a set being delivered to one of the largest banks in the whole city. A ring, here's a photo to be certain you get the right one."

He passes it over to you, and the ring doesn't strike you as especially unique. Definitely of custom make, though. "Something so small is easy enough, but I'll need to know everything you have on this convoy." And you'll keep the fact that you've never stolen anything from a moving platform before to yourself.

"Well, there's three armored wagons. And the one in the center will be holding all of the valuables. At least two watchmen to each wagon. Maybe more. Expect your target to be under the close watch of a captain." After contemplating it, Oliver shrugs and downs the rest of his drink. Shivering as he swallows the liquid and lightly pounding his fist on his chest. "They'll be coming through to the bank tonight. And the closer they get, the greater the Watch presence will be.

>Continued

>>3374519
You take a seat as you think on your options. You'll need to wait until nightfall, but what really matters in this job is speed, and how you deal with the captain. You don't know what to expect from them. But you know they're several leagues above the grunts. And you're not ashamed to acknowledge they'd probably wipe the floor with you in a straight fight.

"I'll arrange for the wagons to encounter a short distraction. Use it to your advantage." He pours another cup full of his strange moonshine. "I'd ere on the side of caution with this one. Could get dangerous very quickly."

It's all the same to you. Your work comes packaged with risk. You leave the bar and spend the day ensuring you're ready. You get some extra rest, and fit your new gear to your armor. When night falls, you sit relaxed leaning on a chimney overlooking the path of the convoy. Now you're just waiting on this distraction. Soon, you see your target, three wagons. Very clearly armored and guarded by alert Watchmen.

Watching them roll, you start to get a little anxious right before an old man with a run down carriage conveniently decides to cross the intersection in front of them. The convoy comes screeching to a halt to avoid a collision, and you climb down to ready yourself. The old man does a great job pretending to fall all over himself, failing to get his carriage out of the damn way.

Seeing your opportunity when the guards in the rear wagon get up to assist, you dash across the ground and slide under the wagon. How you go about this next step could make or break this run. The captain remains inside the wagon, being smart enough to not exit for anything until they reach their destination.

>Throw a flashbomb inside and club him with the blackjack.
>Surprise him and knock him out, it's quieter. But a lot riskier.
>Create a distraction to make the captain exit. (Specify)
>Write-In?

>Create a distraction to make the captain exit. (Specify)

Throw a rock into some bushes. Classic, never fails.

>>3374534
Second.

>>3374522

>Create a distraction to make the captain exit. (Specify)

>>3374534
Okay, gonna just get out ahead of this one. You're on a city street devoid of plant life, let alone rocks. Even if you weren't that wouldn't be enough to make the captain exit the wagon.

>>3374555
And you've gotta specify man.

>>3374522
I'm gonna assume the captain is paranoid and taking precautions. If that's the case he'll send somebody else to investigate a suspicious noise.

The real problem would be any of them noticing we get on the wagon, or that by proxy the guards get back and the captain isn't there, so we can't knock him out and just expect them to not notice. Though either way we'll be getting on a wagon where all of the guards are gonna come back on very, very shortly.

We're carrying a prybar. We should damage the wheels so the wagons crash. I doubt we'll be able to separate the wagons themselves, unless the linking mechanism is classic. In which case, we should attempt damaging the wheels and loosing whatever links the wagons together. My thinking is even if it's just a slight crash, the captain will want to directly investigate the damage himself.

Thoughts?

>>3374588
>>3374522
This would be a write-in btw. The axles might be worth a trying to loosen. The heaver the wagons the easier they tumble, and even toughened up mechanisms shouldn't be totally immune to sabotage.

Though it might take a degree of strength.

>>3374588
Support

>>3374522
Just sneak onto the wagon while the captain is in there, take the ring, and leave.

>>3374635
Is that possible? Is the wagon so big a bereft of lighting that we could just sneak in while someone's having a sit and being lazy while their men do the work?

I mean, guess we could get lucky and he's snoozing or something. The ring is in the middle wagon, though. Which means at least one lock between us and it.

>>3374635
Don't know how I haven't managed to convey that it wouldn't be that easy. Let me try this again.

Out of the options I've given you, your could use a flashbomb to give yourself the advantage but then you'd alert the other watchmen. You could surprise him without using it, but then you'd only have the element of surprise. Making it more difficult to over power or snatch it from him. Not to mention that you just know that it's in the wagon, you don't know exactly where it is. Finally, you could attempt to make him exit the wagon on your own somehow, You do have a tool that could help you do this, easily.. But I already explained why your attempt wouldn't have worked.

>>3374679
Alright, I got it. We use our smoke capsules to flush him out. Other anons, help me out here on how to use them.

>>3374811
We could toss them in the wagon. Then we get to jump into a smoky wagon. And try to lockpick through the whiteout. And all the guards will be alerted.

Or throw them down a sidestreet, with the expectation that the sudden smoke will make them think attackers are forming up from behind it so we sneak in that way. 50/50.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>3374837
I like it, I like it. As always, let the impartial dice roll decide our fate.

Okay, this vote ended up as a bit of a mess. But I'm going forward with using the smoke capsules to uh- smoke, the captain out of the wagon and use the opportunity.

Unfortunately, I'm fucking beat and will have to continue this tomorrow. I'll be back and writing at 12 noon.

>>3374993
Awesome. See ya then.

>>3374522
>Throw a flashbomb inside and club him with the blackjack.
Don't throw smoke bomb please. How you will see what to steal?

>>3374522
>>3375203
I also think a smoke bomb isn't the best idea.

>>3374534
>Throw a rock into some bushes. Classic, never fails.
>Some even supported it!
>>3374588
>Destroy the wagon we have time
>Not like guards would swarm it at sight of trouble...
>Some even supported it!
>>3374635
>Nigga just sneak in there!
>It's not like he just sitting there, right?
>>3374811
>You can't see anything! I can't see anything! Nobody can see a thing! GENIUS!

I don't wanna be a dick. But for real people WTF?!

>>3374522
>Create a distraction to make the captain exit. (Specify)
Good distraction could be scarring horses with smoke bomb.
They would be frightened and try to run. If we would be lucky they would crash a carriage
Also that wouldn't make much noise (I hope) and wouldn't make guards suspicious

>>3374993
When you resume can we get a read out on our inventory? Not seeing anything in the pastebin or archives to get this information from but interested to participate in this.

>>3375203
>>3375216
Agreed with these anons, the other guards are only a max of three wagon lengths away from us and we're going to both alert them to shenanigans as well as move into an enclosed area??

Guess we'll see how it goes given that's the decided action haha.

>>3374679
Also this spoiler, assuming QM is kind to us and lets us reconsider lets give a look over the ol' inventory lads.

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>>3375289
The idea was since we've already slid under the wagon itself we're in the position to silent loosen some bolts with our prybar, and trying to check the wagon's connections to each other, but I see your point. I do like scaring the horses and causing them to bolt, since presumably one of those guards now helping our distraction was actually the driver. Driverless scared horses are p good at being a nuisance.

Also, if the horses are scared they're taking all three wagons with them. We'd better hold on tight, is all.

>>3375291
Got bored and wanted to keep track myself, here ya go. Totally forgot we had some rope... maybe could do something neat with that.

>>3375289
Gotta sleep and I just thought of this hazily and it might be pretty stupid, but we could also free the horses before scaring them. Won't need to hold on tight, that way.
Can't pull a train of armored wagons without horses. They'll need someone to catch them, and maybe a certain captain to yell at their men failing to wrangle up some horses.

>>3375289
Did you not bother reading QM's spoiler? He said there's something in our inventory that can easily have the person in the wagon leave. Since you obviously didn't bother reading the other thread, the only other object that would work in this situation, given the fact QM already told us about half our inventory in the given choices, was either the smoke bomb or grappling hook. And great reading comprehension there. You are literally using the smoke bombs to flush him out. It didn't have to be thrown into the wagon, you rock sucking croc.

>>3375364
Your ideas sucks. That what my post was trying to convey. Sorry for not being clear on that.

>>3375413
What's clear is your lack of intelligence and tack seeing as your unable to properly communicate with others without coming across as a hypocrite or ignorant. Perhaps you should pay better attention in school or socialise a bit more? Maybe read aloud what you're typing before posting might help do the trick.

I miss Metahuman.

Ok so first off, I gotta say I made a mistake in not posting your current inventory since the pastebin hasn't been updated yet. Sorry about that. Secondly, after going through what everyone had to say, I decided to just go with a combination of the best ideas suggested. So you'll be unhooking the horses from the wagon, and scaring them with a flashbomb to cause a large distraction.

Here's your inventory.
[Iventory]
One set of padded armor
Lockpick Kit [Average Quality]
Pocket Knife
Blackjack
Length of Rope [10 Feet]
Prybar
Spyglass
Smoke Capsules [4 uses]
Grappling Hook
Studded Blackjack
Flashbomb X 2

I'll try and be more clear about how I represent your options in the future. I just don't want any information overload you know?

>Writing

>>3376430
You had a while to think on your options while waiting for the convoy to arrive. You agonized over the details until you realized, often the simplest solution is for the best. Cause enough of a distraction for the captain to leave the wagon unguarded just for a moment. A moment is all you need. Even if you get seen after retrieving the ring, you know how to make a getaway.

So it's under the captains feet that you make your move. Using your pry-bar, you unhook the metal pin keeping the horses attached to the wagon. It pops off with a metal snap. But no one moves to investigate. Nearly holding your breath. You ready yourself to move quickly and quietly. You produce a flashbomb from you belt and depress the metal button up top and hear metallic click from the device as light begins to pulses from the with it's glass housing.

In one motion, you roll it directly in front of the horses and close your eyes. The flash nearly penetrates you eyelids but it goes off with much of a sound, you hear only glass shattering, and of course the horses panicked cries. They break their remaining bonds in the skittish attempt to flee and the other watchmen leave their posts to wrangle the animals. Then you hear footsteps rushing inside the wagon.

Watching the ground in front of you closely, you see a pair of finely polished boots exit and you hear someone barking orders. He hasn't moved far, but he has turned his back. So now it's your turn. Sliding out from underneath your hiding place. You step onto the wagon and find a multitude of perfectly rectangular lockboxes, built into the interior. Though you notice a select few cordoned off. Special treatment perhaps? Your target must be in there.

In a flash, you whip out your picks and get to work.

>Roll 3d20

Rolled 8, 19, 13 = 40 (3d20)

>>3376463

Rolled 17, 17, 4 = 38 (3d20)

>>3376463

>>3376473
>>3376501
Pretty good rolls, nice.

>>3376535
If you could add a third roll, I can get writing.

Rolled 1, 14, 14 = 29 (3d20)

>>3376463
Whoops didn't know if it was best of 3 rolls overall or best of 3 from 3d20.

Rolled 11, 19, 12 = 42 (3d20)

>>3376543

>>3376473
>>3376501
>>3376568
17, 19, 14

Three Successes!

>Writing

Oh and some clarification. I don't do critfails on lock picking. Just degrees of success. That's why that one isn't a problem.

>>3376583
You're on top of your game today. You manage to get through multiple boxes after finding the ring. You dump the contents into your bag each time, not bothering to check each and every item since you simply don't have the time. You slip your picks away and peek outside. The watchmen have wrangled the panicky animals. And are getting back to work. And the captain stands very close by watching them.

He also seems to be examining a piece of glass from your flashbomb. He's a suspicious one. It's time you take you leave. If you can just get out of the street without being seen, this'll be your cleanest run yet. You quickly step across the cobblestone, attempting to make as little sound as possible while you do so.

So far so good. Once you're out of the street, you're home free.

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>3376615

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>3376615

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>3376615

>>3376618
>>3376619
>>3376634

>42

Uh oh

>Writing

>>3376639
Clean run wasn't in the cards.

42. meaning of life for some,the sign of certain death for us

>>3376678
Maybe the number of years we'll catch in the slammer. :^)

>>3376639
Time to test flesh against boolet.

>>3376639
Just as your about to make your exit. One of the horses bucks and knocks one of the watchmen flat on his ass. Which makes the rest of the turn and, well, they spotted you. They all scramble to apprehend you and you immediately book it to avoid getting shot. Which is good, since the captain nearly takes you head off before you get into the alley. The shards of brick spraying over you as he barely misses.

Guess a clean run wasn't in the cards. You take off running to round the corner, the last thing you want to do is give your pursuers a clear line of sight. You're confident in your running, but you can gear fast footfalls behind you. You're going to have to lose them somehow. There's an alley you're familiar with up ahead. A dead end, but you can cut through the window of a business nearby. That will slow down their pursuit considerably.

There's also another route up ahead with a loose sewer grate. You promised Shalana you wouldn't use the sewers as a means of escape unless absolutely necessary after last time. The smell stuck to your gear and it stank up the apartment for a week. But it would be good for shaking them off. Tough you'd need to be careful, you don't know the underground as well as the surface.

Or perhaps the rooftops would be a better choice? No. You'd be far too exposed. You could lose them on one of the busier streets, there's a marketplace nearby. They'd never be able to find you in those crowds.

>Cut through the buildings.
>Escape through the sewers.
>Blend in with the crowd.

>>3376927
>Cut through the buildings.
Worst case is there's a nightguard right there as we break in and we get shot in the dome.
Best case, pursuers lost.
Ready that blackjack boi.

>>3376927
>Cut through the buildings.

Perhaps looking for a place we can lay low or a crowd after that which we can blend in to, might not be as good as the marketplace crowd but putting distance between us and them as soon as we can seems ideal.

>>3376927
>Cut through the buildings.

Don't slow down. They're dealing with a chaotic situation. They still need to get those horses under control and make sure we're the only assailant. For all they know, this could be a terror attack. We're fast and we can lose them if we don't hesitate for a second.

>>3376927
Throw a smoke bomb down just before the alleyway with the dead end, knock down something like a trash can in a way that makes it look like we ran there, and keep running.

>>3376944
>>3376947
>>3376982
>>3377126

Cut through the buildings and throw them off with a smoke capsule. Got it.

>Writing

>>3377291
In the end, you decide bottle-necking them through some enclosed spaces would be for the best. You turn and head straight for the dead end and throw a smoke capsule after ripping the cord from it. It pops and spreads white smoke all over the end of the alley. Which might've worked in your favor more than you anticipated as you hear bullets whiz past you in the smoke.

While being obscured, you smash open the window with your blackjack and reach inside to unlatch it. No time to waste with your pry-bar. You tumble inside and roll to your feet, ignoring the stunned silence of the store owner and pushing past his customers into the next building across the street. This time, a butcher. Who takes one look at you and waves his cleaver at you, screeching for you to get out of his shop.

Avoiding the angry butcher, you hop over his counter and run through his cold storage in the back and burst out into another alleyway. You should be close now. Taking down your mask and hood, you shift your bag and hide your tools to ry and appear as normal as possible. It's a bit of a risk if they recognize you with your mask down but it's worth it.

You arrive in the marketplace and attempt to look as natural as possible. Examining market stalls and pretending to consider a purchase every now and again. You hear the watch nearby stomping around. But they don't seem to be coming towards you, looks like you can start making your way out of here. Albeit slowly, now you just have to slip away unseen.

>Roll 1d100+10

Rolled 84 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3377433
big money big money

Rolled 5 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3377433
Doubt I'll beat anon above but let's try it!

Rolled 35 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3377433

>>3377445
Maybe I shouldn't have.

>>3377441
>>3377445
>>3377447

>94

Not bad at all.

>Writing

Rolled 85 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3377433

>>3377525
Thinking it's safe to move, you begin to slowly make your way away from the crowds. Still pretending to browse as to not rouse suspicion. But then you hear the footsteps of what is obviously a group of watchmen. You keep your wits about you. You don't react when you hear them or when they begin coming closer. You even keep up the act by buying up the last piece of fresh produce from the vendor.

Biting into an apple, you allow yourself to peek at the watchmen only after they've passed you. Going searching for the thief that eluded them. You can't help but crack a small grin as the vendor thanks you for your purchase and you bid him a good night as he closes up shop. Not the cleanest run, but you still came out on top. And in this job, you either win or you lose. No in between.

With a bag full of loot, and a spring in your step. You head back to Oliver first to turn over the ring, the whole point of the job. When you arrive at the bar, it's as lively as last night. And you even recognize quite a few of the patrons from then as well. He must have plenty of regulars. Oliver seems a bit bored, though still busy when you approach. Though he perks up when he sees you. "Ah, just the man I was hoping to see. Did it go well?"

"About as well as possible." You admit. "Nearly got away clean but I had to think on my feet." You hand him the shiny silver ring and he examines it quickly, nodding his head once he's confirmed it's the right one.

The bartender just laughs. "But thinking on your feet is what people like you do best! And you proved that today. Your payment." He hands you the money and it very quickly goes back into your bag for safekeeping. "Now, there's no need to run back out right this second. Why don't you put your feet up. Relax for a bit. Have a drink?

>"Stick around so I can funnel my pay back into your bar? No thank you."
>"Fine, I could use a stiff drink after that."
>"Actually, I have a question. Do you sell information to anyone?"
>Write-In?

>+1800
>4100 Total
>You also still have stolen goods to turn in.

>>3377853
>"Fine, I could use a stiff drink after that."
>"Actually, I have a question. Do you sell information to anyone?"

>>3377853
>>"Fine, I could use a stiff drink after that."

>>3377898
Backing this, take the edge off but don't get too drunk so as to lose our wits of course with our pay in hand.

>>3377898
take a drink but not too much, we probably have a date with Margot after it to sell the rest

you know what?

ask about her to him too, what's her deal? we are curious

>>3377848
It's like the dice gods knew you'd roll late so they made it the best roll, but only by 1, just to remind themselves how powerful and smug they can be.

>>3377853
>"Fine, I could use a stiff drink after that."
May as well. Might hear rumors from other patrons if we keep an ear open.
Also...
>Write-In
Ask him if he has knowledge of any old noble homes that may or may not be skimping on security. A real thorough step up from this stuff, also essentially asks if he's got info to sell. And because missions are okay but it's not like he'll always have something available.

It should be dangerous, so we should get that advanced lockpicking kit after selling our remaining loot to Margot.

>>3377853
>>3377933
Seconding this question. I'm curious too.

>>3377898
>>3377900
>>3377912
>>3377933
>>3377936
>>3377940
Havin' a drink and havin' a chat.

>Writing

And sorry about the delay, had to go and get some grub.

>>3378609
s'all good, need nutrition for QMing

>>3378619
What? No they don't. The promise of food can be just as much fuel for the posts as ambrosia itself.

>>3378609
Write faster, slave!

..was it poisoned?

>>3377853
Usually, you prefer to keep your sense sharp. The last thing you need is to get dizzy while trying to climb or slip off of a roof or burp while trying to creep around some locked up building. But you're off the clock now. "Fine, I could use a stiff drink after that."

Oliver grins stepping back as he gestures to all of his bottles on display. "That's what I like to hear! Alright now, what would you like? I can recommend basically any of our beers but the dwarves have us beat on that front. My personal favorite is the dark stout, nice gut punch of a drink. And well, if you've got a more selective palate. You can't go wrong with Rozan wine, they practically invented the stuff."

The man clearly has enthusiasm for alcohol. "For now all just take something on the light side. Rather not go home drunk with this much... baggage on me."

"Understood, I've got just the thing for you then." Oliver turns and waves a finger around, trying to pick out a bottle. "Ah! There you are. Elydwyn Spring. Good stuff. One of the elvish people's few attempts at brewing." He pours you a glass of the clear, and slightly fizzing liquid in a short and squat glass accompanied by a small amount of ice.

You sip and the kick in this is apparent, but he was right when he called it refreshing. Like a nice drink of cold water in the summer. You needed that after all the running you did. "It's quite good. Perhaps it'll be my usual."

The bar tender seems pleased with your reaction. "Another satisfied customer! Now, anything else I can help you with?"

It dawns on you that you have an information broker standing in front of you. "Actually, there was something I wanted to ask you."

>Continued

>>3379030
"Ask away, I'm all ears. Unless that something is worth a price, then we'll need to see some coin before we can gab." Oliver is a strange one, he demands coin with a smile. And not one filled with malicious glee, you're all too familiar with people like that.

"Do you sell information to anyone? Or are those services only for a select few clients?"

He shakes his head in the negative while polishing off another glass to a neat shine. "Oh no, I sell to just about anyone with money. Why? Looking to expand your portfolio?"

"Probably." You stay vague. "How far does your network extend?"

He whistles while thinking on it, probably trying to decide how much to divulge. "Pretty far, pretty far. I can tell you what you need to know on many subjects. Dirty laundry, gang activity, who to bribe, who not to bribe, people to know. Even got a contact at the Tower of Magi. I can tell you, or help you find out, just about anything in this city. But I won't brag like there's no gaps in my knowledge. Nobody's perfect. But I come pretty close."

The tattooed man has a laugh at his own cheekiness. Despite his laid back demeanor, he's serious. You may want to buy some info from him. "Well, I have a question I'm sure you can answer for free. I'm curious about the fence. Margot."

He raises an eyebrow but otherwise barely reacts. "Really? How so?"

You shrug. "Her name. Strange one for an elf that wasn't adopted by a human family. I know how attached my people get to their names."

Oliver seem to think something over before speaking. "Honestly, that's not really my story to tell. And I wouldn't recommend you askin' her about it on a whim. She's a forgiving woman, but she likes her privacy."

Is that so? Then perhaps you got off light when you brought it up at your first meeting.

>"Do you have any info on job opportunities?"
>"Any info on City Watch activity?"
>"I'd like to expand my skills, could you help with that?
>"Write-In?"

This'll be the last update for tonight guys. Be back tomorrow around 12 PM.

>>3379035
>"I'd like to expand my skills, could you help with that?
This has me super interested. Who could possibly teach someone as great as the guy who intentionally gets caught so they can practice running away?
>write-in
Ask about jobs and security related to noble estates.
That's all I'll vote to ask for now in case he starts racking up costs.

And thanks for running, see ya later.

>>3379035
>"Do you have any info on job opportunities?"
>"I'd like to expand my skills, could you help with that?

>>3379035
>"I'd like to expand my skills, could you help with that?
>"Do you have any info on job opportunities?"
>Is Margot single?

>>3379035
Thanks Sleepy.

>>3379045
This
Also expand on the previous question, and ask him if he sells information to the city watch as well

>>3379062
>>3379045
These

>>3379035
He's got a contact at the Tower of Magi, and our sister wants to study magic, right? We should see if we could get her in there with his contact. It'll most likely be expensive, but I think Alias would want to make sure his sister is able to follow her dream and get her out of the factory.

>>3379907
yeah, I think our first objective would be to make enough cash so she can stop working at the factory and can at least study at home full time, then we can try to get more money to put her into the school

>>3379919
Yeah get her out of the factory first, anything that's a less dangerous job as a first step if nothing else.

>>3379045
>>3379047
>>3379062
>>3379065
>>3379422
>>3379436
Taking another sip of your drink, you finally relax and allow yourself to unwind. If everyone else here is so comfortable, than you don't see why you can't. "Do you have any info on job opportunities? And I don't mean client work."

The bartender only hums along as he does his work. "Hmm? An opportunistic man I see."

"You have to be if you want to make any money. I'm looking for other projects, any place with enough valuables. I'm not picky." Mostly because you need all the money you can get.

Oliver thinks on it for a moment and snaps his fingers. "There's a certain house, that ought to be empty on a coming night. And they may or may not have more money than they know what to do with. Seeing how this isn't related to a job, it'll cost. But since your the up and comer, I'll sell you this opportunity for 800."

You shrug. "I wasn't expecting anything for free. But beyond that, I'm looking to expand my skills, do you think you could help with that?"

That piques his interest in a way that nothing before that did. "Really? Well, they don't exactly teach you set of skills in schools, as I'm sure you know. I have some freelancer contacts. Give me a little time and let me see what I can dig up."

"Freelancers? I thought they had their own methods of info gathering. Did everything through their guild." Even you find that a bit strange. They usually like to stay within their own bubble.

"Sure, but they love their independents. You know, little birds. Deniability and all that." Oliver can't be that much older than you, but he seems like he's been in this business for decades. Not that you'd complain about having such a reliable contact.

Having finished your drink, you have no more reason to dawdle. You rise to exit, and-

>Pay him for the info.
>Don't buy the info.

>>3379936
>>Pay him for the info.
Also ask what the Magi contact will be able to do. The sooner our sister is out of a dangerous factory job the better.

>>3379936
>Pay him for the info.

>>3379936
>>Pay him for the info.

>>3379907
Do we trust him enough with that form of leverage? We've only known him for three conversations over two and a half days.
I want Shalana to succeed to, but if it ties her to our obvious dirtiness through an information broker that's something someone else can use against both of us.

Of course, I say this without knowing how bureaucratically deep and pettily competitive the Tower of Magi is. In which case, we'll inevitably need to help her. Oliver's contact guarantees at least one those magi are not clean, which is as expected.

Mentioning family to any of these people, in any of these places where someone may be listening more intently, is very incautious. Oliver's a man who can connect a thief to multiple people who would've otherwise resorted to murder, or paying for it, to get what they want. None of our missions from him have had restrictions of any sort. It's very telling of his clientele.

Like us, he's a dangerous criminal out for himself. Everything he has said is carefully constructed. If he ever asks directly about family without us bringing it up, that means he'll have gone out of his way to find out about us and Shalana. Or he did that already and mentioning the Tower of Magi is his BAIT.

What he's proven is resourcefulness and fulfilling the end of a bargain. We should ask about his contact, but be very careful not to volunteer information about getting someone in. We have to be clever to find indirect means to help her, or it's inevitable that we'll get blindsided by someone playing only slightly dirtier than us. And Oliver's not stupid. We're ambitious for a reason. If he thinks it's just hubris, that's for the best.

Involving her without consent would be betrayal. I get the sense she is forgiving, we're family, and stealing has gotten us a roof. But there are limits to these feelings.

>>3379936
>Pay him for the info.

>>3379936
>>3379944
This. But don't mention her, or family, at all.

>>3379953
Then don't mention her, just bring up the Magi contact.

>>3379953
This is smart anon, can't be naive on these things. I will have to consider this for our future dealings in this unsavoury but lucrative world.

>>3379975
I wish I'd thought of this stuff earlier before we told our new fence, Margot, our name.
We pointedly haven't told anybody else. Not the person selling us information, or the person selling us tools. We don't own a shop, so distance could serve us well. It's good that the information broker we've been showing our face to sees our potential profitability for him.

When we save up for a better life, we'll need to be more careful. In a city that doesn't rest for anybody, a better life won't be more secure if we aren't proactive about it. And we'll have to figure out something legitimate to front ourselves as if anybody in the neighborhood we buy into starts getting curious about how two half-elves, one of which either currently or previously worked in a factory, saved up enough income to get there in the first place.

Unfortunately I have no concrete ideas, but we can burn those bridges when we find them.

>>3379944
>>3379949
>>3379950
>>3379953
>>3379967
>>3379975
Nice thinking guys.

>Writing

>>3380140
Reaching into your bag, you retrieve the man's payment and slide it across the counter to him. "I've never been one to sit on my laurels. Tell me about this opportunity."

>-800
>3300 Total

Oliver takes the money and deposits it behind the counter. "Alright then, so here's the important bits. The house I'm referring to, is the manor of a well to do family. Not nobility so much, you've probably never heard of them. The Grays. Anyhow. They'll be at the theater tomorrow night for a big performance. A play of some sort, never been much for the fine arts myself. Naturally, they'll be taking their best security with them."

Of course, you know what the real question is. "How long is this play?"

"You'll have a couple hours, which might not be enough. The manor is quite large. And they've the backing of a real security group. Not to mention the automatic measures built into the house. Nothing deadly, but it will definitely reveal your presence." He pauses to peer through the bottom of a polished glass. "Old man Gray made his money in the mining business. Perhaps you could find something truly unique among their wealth?"

Suppose you'll find out. "Is that all? Vulnerabilities? Guard numbers?"

"I was getting to that. In terms of bodies, you should see around a dozen men. Maybe more posted in areas they want especially well protected. In terms of weak points, there's a sunroof that could serve as an entry should you get on the roof. And supposedly, the basement has a connection to the old sewers. That's the only tidbit I'm not sure of though, so don't bet on it." He rattles all of that off from memory, making you wonder when he has the time to go over these things.

>Continued

>>3380322
"There's one other thing. How much clout do you have with your Magi contact. I know they can be a secretive lot." You want to make sure to be careful with this line of questioning. You'd die before you exposed your sister to any unsavory elements. And while Oliver has been helpful, that isn't the same thing as trustworthy.

He sighs. "I must admit that I cannot ask for too much. He owes me and that is about the extent of our relationship. If you need some magical expertise, I can ask him and he'll likely deliver. But he won't go around committing taboos for me."

"So if you asked him for some basic instruction in arcane arts...?"

"That doesn't sound too demanding. He may agree. Allow me to get back to you with that." He grins like a cat. "Are you a magician? Holding out on me?"

"I never said that. Goodnight Oliver." With that, you get on your way to finish off another evening of work. That drink really did help you get your second wind.

You make it to Margot's shop rather quickly, and she's behind the counter reading when you enter. Causing the bell above the door to catch her attention. "Oh, hello Ailas. I trust your night has gone well, do you have some items you'd like to exchange?"

Nodding, you unzip your pack and dump the contents on the counter. Margot closes her shop with the push of a button, like last time and gets to work appraising what you've brought to her. There's many smaller items this time. A lot of jewelry. "Oh my, quite a few collector's items this time. There's even a completed set here. I can exchange this for 3200.

Naturally, you accept and decide to pay a visit to Hot Shot before turning in for the night. The demonic man greets you with the same impassivity as last time, and the old dwarf shows you the tools of the trade.

>+3200
>6500 Total

[HOT SHOT INVENTORY]
>Lockpick Kit [Superior Quality] - 2000G
>Armor Plate Inserts - 1000G [Armor Upgrade]
>Quality Dagger - 500G
>Flashbomb - 200G
>Wristbow - 2000G
>Snub-nose Pistol - 1500G
>Caltrops - 100G
>Throwing Knives - 500G
>Smoke Capsules - 500G

As a small note, you have two uses of smoke capsules left, and one flashbomb

>>3380323
>Flashbomb x2 for 400G
>Quality Dagger for 500G
>Armor Plate Inserts for 1000G but,

Would the Armor Plate Inserts affect our stealth / acrobatics a lot or to what degree do we figure? If not too much I say we pick that up as survivability is worth an investment.

>>3380323
>Lockpick Kit [Superior Quality] - 2000G
Upgrade!
Little point in getting to a target with better security and not better tools to deal with em.

>Flashbomb x2
Another flash so we have three. Shit's too useful.

I'm mixed on other things but a dagger that won't break against armor would probably be nice, though we don't actually intend to fight.

>>3380323
>Lockpick Kit [Superior Quality] - 2000G
>Armor Plate Inserts - 1000G [Armor Upgrade]
>Quality Dagger - 500G
>Caltrops - 100G
>Throwing Knives - 500G
>Smoke Capsules - 500G

We just got paid, we deserve some better equipment, especially considering the next job we're about to pull. Call it an investment. How much is rent? Can we buy Shalana something, like a magic book?

>>3380323
Before we leave Margot, she runs an antique shop, tell her she can ask us for something special or specific her clients may need and we can try to get it for her.
Just opening up some job opportunities and benefits for both of us.

>Lockpick Kit [Superior Quality] - 2000G
We will probably need for the big house.
>Flashbomb - 200G
Replacing the used ones
>Wristbow - 2000G
Can we get tranq darts for it? Otherwise don't buy it and get
Throwing knives and a new dagger instead

>>3380351
>How much is rent?
Good question.

>>3380323
>lockpicks
>flashbombs
>caltrops
>dagger
>throwing knives

>>3380353
Support this about Margot, its good to have an alternative source of job offers and not rely on Oliver alone

>>3380359
Very good question

>>3380336
>Would the Armor Plate Inserts affect our stealth / acrobatics a lot or to what degree do we figure?
They won't restrict movement at all, they're designed to be inserted into your padded armor and add extra protection without restricting movement.

>>3380339
The main point of the dagger is having a more effective weapon in case you end up in a fight for your life. In case that helps you decide.

>>3380351
>How much is rent?
You don't have to worry about paying it yourself, for now. Just saving enough to move.

>Can we buy Shalana something, like a magic book?
You can not. Magic knowledge isn't anywhere near that common. One of the main issues for a magician without connections is just learning. Nearly all magicians (we'll get into the different kinds and what they mean later) have a master/apprentice system. Knowledge is passed down directly, and what's written down is very well guarded.

>>3380353
>Can we get tranq darts for it?
You'd need an alchemist for that.

I'll remember what you said about Margot's shop for next time.

>>3380366
Oh boy does it. Dagger is a go. I'll toss another vote in for armor inserts. They're probably less expensive than a doctor treating a thief.

Man, that's basically all our money. But now we can go for the big boys.

>>3380323
>>Lockpick Kit [Superior Quality] - 2000G
>>Armor Plate Inserts - 1000G [Armor Upgrade]
>>Flashbomb - 200G *2
Might as well invest for the next job at the mansion

>>3380323
>Lockpick Kit [Superior Quality] - 2000G
>Armor Plate Inserts - 1000G [Armor Upgrade]
>Quality Dagger - 500G
>Flashbomb x2 - 400G
>Smoke Capsules - 500G

For a total of 4400

>>3380366
next visit to oliver let's ask for an alchimist, or even ask hot shot if he knows someone that makes tranq darts

Also, context is pretty interesting here. These guys met us only once before and after only buying a tiny bit from them before our second meeting has us buying all of this stuff. That's gotta raise some eyebrows in the "holy shit this kid's serious" way.

>>3380336
>>3380339
>>3380351
>>3380353
>>3380365
>>3380374
>>3380383

Okay so by my count our votes are like this.

Flashbombs - 6
Quality Dagger - 5
Armor Plate Inserts - 5
Superior Lockpick Kit - 7
Caltrops - 2
Throwing Knives - 2
Smoke Capsules - 2

And one for the wristbow, but that was stated to be conditional unless tranq darts were available and that is not right now.

Just so everyone knows I do purchases based on majority so Caltrops, Throwing Knives, and Smoke Capsules didn't make it in. Although, you do still currently have two uses of smoke capsules left.

You're buying

Flashbombs
Quality Dagger
Armor Plate Inserts
Superior Lockpick Kit

for 3900


>Writing

>>3380522
>Smoke Capsules didn't make it in

We'll leave the robbing a beehive mission until we can buy some more :^)

>>3380522
I kinda see caltrops as a cheaper but better assurance of not being perused after a smoke or flash. Pretty easy to just shoot a guy throwing caltrops behind him, smoke or recovering from blindness not so much, so they're things for tight place and path denial. We should get some in the future for combination potential, since they're so cheap.

But we should be careful where we use gear. We don't want our plans relying on them too much for a lot of reasons, not all just monetary.

>>3380566
True. I was wanting to at least get the armor so that way if we do get shoot we can still keep going hopefully. Granted it is better to not be shoot or seen at all in what we do.

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>>3380522
After some browsing and coin counting, you settle on more flashbombs, a new dagger, armor inserts, and a brand new lockpick kit. The flashbomb was so useful in your last job that you definitely want some more on your belt for the future. A weapon more deadly than your blackjack was eventually going to be a necessity. You're not an assassin, but you won't just lay down and die if worst comes to worst.

Then there's the new kit. You had broken a couple of picks from the old one, and it was getting time to upgrade anyhow. You think this is perfect timing with your next job. After all, more money also means better security. This kit has neatly machined tools and even a few tools that were missing from the standard one. Is it strange that you're looking forward to using it? You'll just keep that to yourself.

>-3900
>2400

As you put away your purchases, the old dwarf hides the money he just made off of you and looks you up and down again. "Y'know how to put install those yerself?"

You look at the angular plates and shrug. "I'm sure I can manage."

He just sighs and gestures over to another, larger workbench. "Set her down over there and strip off your top layer and I'll do it for ya. No installation fees this time." He chuckles in a raspy voice at his own attempt at humor.

At first, you consider just declining and going home, but if he's offering, you'd rather an expert do it since this is supposed to be insurance against a bullet or two. Accepting, you take off the outer layer of your padded armor, keeping your face masked, and allow him to set to work on it. He works quickly, and shows a true mark of skill. You once hear that the real measure of skill was how effortless the practitioner makes it seem.

Of so, than he is quite the master. Beldan assists him every now and again, handing him tools or the like. The demon and the dwarf work together quite well. Most of the time, Beldan offers up whatever he needs without him even saying what that is.

When the dwarf speaks again, it's been so long that he nearly startles you. "Y'know, folk like you tend to be light shoppers. And you've dropped quite a bit of coin. Planning to fleece the palace are you?"

>"Nothing so grand. I simply need the tools to suit the job." [Serious]
>"Wouldn't that be the day." [Aspirational]
>"Just planning to do my job, and so should you." [Professional]
>"I don't like to chat about work." [Cold]

>>3380901
>>"Wouldn't that be the day." [Aspirational]
One good turn deserves another.

>>3380901
Toughest choice yet.
I'm not sure how we should show ourselves.
>"Nothing so grand. I simply need the tools to suit the job." [Serious]

>>3380901
>Working my way up, chief.

>>3380939
Nice.

>>3380939
Taking my vote away and voting for THIS

>>3380939
This

>>3380939
>..
This optimistic I think

>>3380916
>>3380917
>>3380939
>>3380942
>>3380949
>>3380955
>>3381050

I like it.

>Writing

>>3381105
You're not sure what it is about the remark that fires you up. It was clearly made in jest. Maybe an attempt at small talk. But you're quite serious about what you do, and if one day it can take you someplace like the palace? Well, you'll see. For now you just retort with exactly how you feel about it. "Working my way up, chief. Working my way up."

The old dwarf has a nice hearty belly laugh at your small show of bravado. Though a good natured laugh. "Good response boy, good one. If you're itching for better equipment. You can always come back to this shop. Not like there's much by the way of options for you in this city, given what you need."

When the dwarf finishes up, your armor looks good as new, gave it cleaning but it's still as inconspicuous as ever. And it feels much sturdier. You're sure this can stop a bullet or two. But it's mean to be a just in case kind of thing, let's keep it that way. You put your gear back on and even though you just had it in your hands, you're struck by how light it is. "This is good work. Mr..."

"Orsir, and it's nothin. It'll serve it's purpose. If you take a round, come back here and I'll repair the plate, or replace it if need be." Orsir turns and you note for the first time that his legs are prosthetic, and not the good kind either. Metal shafts that keep him upright with the help of a cane. No wonder he has Beldan do everything for him.

"I'll remember that. Thank you." As you exit the store, Beldan bids you a good night in a clear voice before closing the doors behind you and locking up. You do believe that's the first time he spoke to you directly. The walk home is pleasant as you aren't soaked by rain this time. It gives you time to reflect on the rapidly expanding scope of your work. If you can do jobs like the one you're planning regularly, than you could afford to think much bigger.

Even then, you can't get complacent. The better your place in society, the more questions are asked. You'd be a fool if you thought two half-elves could live in a nice apartment and nobody ask about your work or history. You may have to come up worth some very convincing lies. But it's not worth concerning yourself over right now. All that matters right now, is reaching your goal.

When you arrive at the apartment, Shalana's soft snore greets you. Good thing you're used to moving quietly. You place the remaining money back under the floor, confident that you can replace all that you've invested. The Gray Manor will be your largest run yet. You should be nervous, or worried in the slightest. But all you feel is anticipation. For a challenge to be bested.

>End of Session

Alright guys, that seems like a good place to end off. If you've got questions or anything else I'll be around to answer. Oh and Metahuman Quest is up next, so expect that soon. I'm hoping to move forward in that quest since I feel things have really slowed down.

>>3381234
Thanks for running!
Legitimately hype for the Manor run.

Only got two questions. What timezone do you use? And what does the factory Shalana works in produce?

>>3381234
Thanks for running. Really like the feel of this quest.

What’s the overall tech level of the setting? It seems like Victorian Age-ish tech? Is steam power / electricity a thing?

>>3381234
Really looking forward to the manor run, but I'm glad you're getting back into Metahuman next.

>>3381247
>What timezone do you use?
Pacific!

>what does the factory Shalana works in produce?
Machine parts.

>>3381262
>Really like the feel of this quest.
Thanks. I'm trying to give it this, industrialized fantasy, kind of vibe. You can see inspiration for this quest in stuff like Dishonored.

>What’s the overall tech level of the setting?
You're on the right track. Electricity is becoming a relatively common utility. There are trains in many well developed parts of the world. Personal vehicles like automobiles are a luxury for the rich.

>>3381265
>glad you're getting back into Metahuman next
Yeah I think most of my players are waiting on that. But I'm definitely satisfied with the participation I've gotten thus far in this quest.

>>3381234
I've only skimmed through this quest but I really like what I've read so far.
Can't wait for Metahuman to come back though.

>>3381313
Thanks man, I hope I can bring that one back together cause I really wasn't feeling it last time.

>>3381311
Oh and I'll be actually creating and updating a pastebin for this, starting tomorrow.

>>3381328
this thief quest has open up an archive in my brain.
what sort of thief do we want to be?
Showy and Magical like Lupin? Pragmatic like Garett? Cooperating like Matt Stuvysant or Matt Tucker from The Clue/Sting? Ninja like Catwoman? Lower class hero like Robin Hood or The Rat(a japanese cat burglar)? do we get to make a team like Ocean Eleventy?

>>3381328
also what is the penalty for thievery?
penal legion? not!Australia? hands cutting? hanging? jail time?

>>3381510
I've always been partial to the phantom thief type. Leaving a calling card and all that. There's just something so enjoyable about that cockiness.

>>3381521
>penalty for thievery?
Typically? It depends on what you stole and what other crimes you committed along the way. Most often it will see you get jail time. But it could be worse if you killed someone along the way. Now, things will probably change if you obtain some kind of huge rep. Authorities might want to execute you to make an example.

>>3381740
Graffiti of whatever alias or pseudonym the watch cooks up for us? Or maybe our own if we wanna be a real cunt.

Should we leave the faucets running and stuff the drains at The Gray Manor?

Write a strange eye symbol on pillows so they wake up knowing someone was that close while they burgled them because we're cheeky as fuck?

Commentary notes on their house or inside safes and chests on ideas of how to make the place more secure so it's more challenging for "next time"?
>Use Dwarven locks next time, assholes. Who do you take me for?
>The wine was nice.
>Usually secret rooms are, you know, hidden. Not places you leave notes about and tracks in the floor for. The only candlestick you tell your servant to not light is just as easy, by the way.

So many good historical examples we could use even if we don't wanna be original.

I'm worried about leaving too much of anything behind when we don't know how in depth magic can get but, a calling card of sorts could get pretty fun if we wanna be inventive. We don't even have to settle on one idea, too. Could make it look like a cabal of new thieves are expanding in the city, too.

what do you guys think about killing? I imagine Ailas hasn't done it before and that he is not a stone cold killer judging by his behaviour up to this point.

so, should we avoid duing it at all costs, if inevitable, how would be his reaction? grim acceptance or heartfelt regret.

going from stealing from the rich to ending lives is a very big step and one of the reasons I was wary of buying actual weapons.

what do you guys think?

>>3381782
I would generally think that he wouldn't kill because it would cause too much attention to be brought his way. In other words he wouldn't kill for practical reasons, not moral reasons

>>3381782
I'll be unnecessarily long winded with this but I think it depends on the payoff. Like anon said above. A thief who kills is just a serial killer, or opportunist murderer of necessity. There's a pretty big difference between being a thief and an assassin or a mercenary, too. Nobody's broached the subject of using our particular set of skills as a hitman. Though Oliver hinted at other people who would.

There's also the escalation of it. Stealing shit? Just a thief. Stealing shit and getting found? That's either a good thief or somebody who IS going to get caught and jailed/hanged. Stealing shit and killing people? That's somebody that needs to become a priority.

And then there is our sister. Murdering innocent people because we got caught? That's not a conversation I wanna have. Shooting a guard because we had to? It's a little more understandable.

I think somebody would have to pay us at least a sum in the range of 12k-16kG plus to take a life, and that's a minimum. Just for the risks alone. 20k+ would be more realistic, if somebody wanted us to apply our skills for that kind of work. There's only so many people we could get away with killing. It's wrong to be cheap with life, and not only for the impracticality of it.

The economy of paid assassins is... regardless of what kind of world this is, if people get the idea they can pay you cheaply to remove their problems they're gonna try to take advantage of that as a much as possible. May as well work for gangs and throw away what little practical ethical grounds our Ailas has at that point.

I think he would do it, if it was worth it or necessary. But given what we've earned without having to kill people? Clearly, our goal is achievable without it.

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italian donald duck become brave
http://www.salimbeti.com/paperinik/en/origins.htm

Off topic from the quest but ETA on the next Metahuman session Sleepy?

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=A%20Thief%27s%20Quest

Also sleepy added the quest to the archive so here it is if anyone wanted to updoot the previous thread or wants to read it.

>>3381820
"I'm a thief! Not a butcher!"-Matt Tucker when you use any of the thieving tools on people,from The Sting! Game

Archive when?

>>3394006
Now, actually. Nearly forgot. Also, I'll be running Metahuman soon, like in a couple days or less.

>>3394413
Yee

Last post lol

HAH. Got'em