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Ilinis and Yrmellyn are in the bank when robbers attack.

This is a city located on the coast of western Idalos and stands as a pillar of light against the dark cliff faces surrounding it. Ne'haer is considered a port city for ships as well as the last stop for most seafarers adventuring to locate the Iulure Isles. For this, it is nicknamed "Death's Door". In contrast to its nickname, this city focuses mostly on religious values and rituals for the protection of the immortals watching over their city. Ne'haer is also a city booming with trade and nobility, as well as jobs and plenty of opportunities to advance in skills and crafts.

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• Completed • The hold up in the Bank of Ne'haer

Postby Yrmellyn Cole » Sat Sep 02, 2017 5:35 pm

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The hold up in the bank of Ne'haer

Trial 36 of Saun Arc 717 in Bank of Ne’haer


It would soon be closing time in the Bank of Ne’haer. The painter Yrmellyn Cole was finally done with opening an account there. She didn't feel comfortable with walking around with a lot of money on her so at the moment she had only nine gold nels and five silver in her pouch. The rest of her money were hidden in a place only she knew.

The only banker who was working at this time of the day was the bank manager himself, Deimos, a man with typical biqaj appearance who looked to be around thirty or so. Being alone he was trying to get as much customer service as possible done before closing for the day, and was planning to do the administration later. He had made notes about her name, her profession and her address and told her he would set up an account next day. The painter was fine with this, as she mostly wanted an account because she imagines it would seem proper to ask potential clients to pay her via the bank. Otherwise it could seem like she was a careless woman looking for quick cash.

She was actually a somewhat careless woman looking for quick cash, but people didn’t need to know.

The bank was the kind of building that is a bit bigger than it really needs to be, in order to impress people and make them feel respect and trust. The interior was spacious like a rich man’s house, but as it was a bank it was sparsely furnished and decorated in a less is more kind of style meant to show that this place was economic and a place where money were saved, not wasted. In Yrmellyn’s opinion the place was stiff, serious and somewhat pompous, but Deimos had been very nice. He had actually taken time to joke a bit with her in passing by and told her they were only robbed once a season so it would be safe to deposit money there once the account was opened. Yrmellyn appreciated humor so she had laughed and said she hoped they had a good lock on the vault. Deimos, serious again, had assured her that they indeed had a very good lock and it would be hard for people who didn’t have sufficient knowledge in mathematics to figure out how to open it. Their brief conversation had ended there, because it had been time for Deimos to take care of next customer.

The painter walked slowly towards the door. The big room was nearly empty. Although it was somewhat cooler there than outdoors, the air was warm. Her hair was brushed back from her face and gathered in a braid. She was in her shirtsleeves. Days like these she wished she had been wearing a flimsy dress instead of shirt and pants. Saun was however only forty trials. She had found it best to not waste money on clothes that would soon become too thin. Due to her light clothing she was also unarmed. Carrying a pistol crossbow under a shirt just didn't work.

Then, all of a sudden, the door was opened and several men barged in and started to shout orders to the few people in the bank to lay down on the floor, because this was a robbery and if they wanted to live they must do exactly as they were told. The robbers carried loaded crossbows and this robbery was clearly no joke, but the real thing. Yrmellyn promptly threw herself down on the floor. She lay there totally still and listed to the sounds of the robbers’ steps and low voices as they found the “closed” sign and put it on the door, closed the door and locked it. They pulled the curtains so nobody would be able to peek in through the windows. They daylight gone, it abruptly went obscure in the room. The painter didn’t move. Playing dead didn’t help her thought. The tip of a boot nudged her in the side and she was told to get up. Yrmellyn did as she was told.

“I’ll take care of this one. Get the others.” The robber spoke in a cold, clear, steely voice.

Yrmellyn found herself facing a bearded man who wore a wide brimmed hat which efficiently cast a shadow over the upper part of his face. His eyes were hidden behind spectacles with dark glass, but she could see that he had a prominent nose of the kind people used to call aquiline. In contrast to his well-covered head he was shirtless. Even in the now quite dim light in the bank she could see that his upper body was full of tattoos. The others were dressed the same way, but she saw them only from behind as they were already on their way to the counter.
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The hold up in the Bank of Ne'haer

Postby Ilinis » Wed Sep 06, 2017 7:15 pm

When he had first entered the Bank of Ne'haer many arcs ago, he had considered it a grand structure. There was a charm to the grandiose display of selective wealth within the building. Ilinis sat in a cushioned chair off to the side of the large room where bankers would complete transactions with the general populace.

It was growing late in the day, and he was tired of waiting for someone to call him. Ilinis watched the clientele as he sat. The chances of one of them defaulting on their loans were low, but all the same it was a possibility. To remember what they looked like would do him good later on if that possibility came to fruition. None of them struck him as unique in their actions. There was one woman who looked as if she were new to the bank, based on how long her transaction with Deimos lasted - but a new account wasn't noteworthy in the slightest.

He sighed. He wasn't even sure who he was meeting with today. It was possible it was Maya, she was usually involved with defaulted loans after the information had been provided. Then again, her involvement was mostly for collections after Ilinis had provided the information to another associate. His fingers drummed on the arm of the chair impatiently. The sooner someone would call him and take him into the back corridors and rooms to meet, the better. Sitting here was a waste of time, and he had far better things in life to do than waste time.

He watched a few more clients leave the bank, leaving only a handful within. The woman who had likely opened a new account seemed to be also ready to leave. That was when the unexpected happened. The door to the bank burst open and several men barged in with crossbows and started shouting orders as they seized control of the premise. Ilinis felt his heart beating hard in his chest as he threw himself down on the floor. Forcing his breath the slow so he could calm himself, he tried to observe the situation. If he were going to rob the bank, he would want to ensure his own safety far greater than just having a crossbow. He had never used one before, but he had seen them in practice. Shoot a single bolt and they take quite a bit of time to reload. How would they ensure they wouldn't be charged by the city guard should word escape the bank?

A foot nudged his side as a gruff voice barked out. "You, get up. Now."

Ilinis blinked. Hostages. They were taking damn hostages. Another slightly harder kick rattled his ribs. "Either get up now or I kill you."

Scrambling up, Ilinis' mind raced. He needed to look like just a patron of the bank. He knew some navigation of the back of the bank and how to get to the vault, but if he could bide time, hopefully Maya was here and she could take them out. If she could spring a trap then Ilinis could attempt to take out one of the robbers and free the other hostages. He frowned. The chances of it were slim.

The man pushed him forward towards the counter. "Walk faster."
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Postby Yrmellyn Cole » Sun Sep 10, 2017 10:21 am

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The magic of attunement was an asset to Yrmellyn Cole, but she also feared it. Attunement was sometimes more of a curse than a good thing. Seeing into the true nature of beings and things with her mind’s eye could be horrible indeed. In addition it could make her tired and weaken her more than it helped her. Magic was a power to use sparsely and with great caution, or it could backfire in a multitude of ways. She tended to use it as a last resort if everything else failed.

She didn’t even try to active the attunement right now. The crossbow the robber aimed at her back could be fired next trill if the man observed anything odd with her behavior. Attunement was bound to make her stand perfectly still at least for a moment. If stopped walking it could mean the end of her life. The painter’s life was a series of ups and downs and no dance on roses, but she still wanted to live.

The immortal Vhalar, the keeper of oaths and protector of art and crafts didn’t seem like the most effective immortal to pray to in the situation she was in, but he was the immortal she was dedicated to. She prayed silently to Vhalar as she approached the counter and they joined the other people who were gathered there. Deimos was already standing up behind the counter, holding his hands up. Their gazes met briefly. The banker’s eyes had widened a bit and he looked intensely into hers like he wanted to say something without words. Yrmellyn didn’t need any attunement to get that he was probably trying to make people keep calm and not panic.

The robbers were only three, fewer than she had realized at first. So were the hostages. In addition to herself there was a tall grey clad woman who wore glasses and looked elegant in an anxiously proper way, holding the hand of a girl around age ten in a blue dress, way more elegant than he woman, curly dark hair falling in to her face. A fairly fat man in brown clothes who looked like a merchant of some kind, and there was a pale blue eídisi with dark blue hair, dressed in black and blue.

A drop of sweat ran down the fat man’s face, and his eyes seemed to bulge when the robber next to him made a sudden movement with the crossbow. For a moment it looked like he was going to say something, and Yrmellyn held her breath, hoping he wouldn’t. The fat mans lips moved but the only sound that came out was a pitiful little squeak. This was enough to make the robber beside him as nervous as if somebody had shot at him. Shouting an order to the fat man to shut up he waved the crossbow in a slightly uncontrolled way. It was obvious that the robbers shared the tension the hostage felt and Yrmellyn made a mental not to do her best to not surprise them. Armed men with criminal intention was bad, nervous armed men were worse. She for one was going to continue to do exactly as she was told to do, not utter a word if she wasn’t ordered to do so, and move very calmly.

“I don’t want to be here!” The small shrill voice of the upset child made the robbers jump visibly. A new order to shut up was issued. The girl shut her mouth, but it was easy to see that she was both scared and angry, like a small animal who is getting ready to defend itself. The tall woman stared down at the girl like she wanted to admonish her, but didn’t dare. Yrmellyn feared that it was only a question of time until the child would lose control again.

The painter glanced at Deimos again, but Deimos was looking at the eídisi and didn’t notice. Yrmellyn looked at the eídisi too, not really knowing what she was hoping for. The man wasn’t the bulky kind. He was of slighter build, the kind that clothes look good at, and his coat was very biqaj, casually elegant, not stiff. Three was a tattoo on the left side of his face. She saw him frown, like he was thinking. This one seemed relatively more composed, or so she hoped.

Yrmellyn had her hands up on the air too, shoulder height, because it had felt safest even if nobody had asked for it. Now she made an ever so small movement with the fingers on her right hand. In common sign it simply said sign, a signal that could tell people who knew it that she could use it too. Her knowledge was limited, but still. This could be a good thing if other hostages understood it so they could communicate silently, but there was also a risk that one or more of the robbers would know the sign language. She realized this, and only did that one tiny movement with her fingers. If a robber would react to it Yrmellyn would act innocent and apologize for being tired in her arms.

“The bank vault.” The man behind her, the eagle nosed one who seemed to be the leader spoke in a very tense tone. “Take us there. Bring the keys. No tricks.”

“There’s no ke ...” Deimos attempt to say something was interrupted by yet another shouted order to shut up. He did so.

Yrmellyn could see that the banker too was sweating now. She recalled the joke about a lock that wasn’t possible to open without a lot of knowledge in mathematics. Yrmellyn had naturally thought it had been a joke. Now...she feared it wasn’t. Perhaps he had meant there were no keys in the drawers of the counter? Maybe the keys were kept somewhere else? Or...she didn’t want to think it, but it was inevitable: what if the supposed joke about a “mathematics lock” wasn’t a joke and there wasn’t any conventional lock and keys at all, but instead some weird device and a bunch of...nasty...mathematical...calculations...

Don’t let your imagination carry you away now Cole, she thought to herself. Keep calm and let the banker manage this.
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The hold up in the Bank of Ne'haer

Postby Ilinis » Wed Sep 13, 2017 1:51 am

As they continued their way to the vault, Ilinis became certain of one thing -- Maya wasn't within the establishment at this hour and wouldn't be able to assist them. It was unfortunate; at this rate he was certain one of the hostages was going to get themselves killed. Whether it would be the fat man or the child was a toss up, but if they didn't fall into line like smartfolk, they would eventually be silenced. Ilinis' face hardened. That was a fate he could not allow to happen. If he pushed one of the hostages at one of the robbers and used the confusion to attack perhaps? Risky, and he was certain he would get no thanks from the Bank for such actions.

Deimos looked at him again, and he forced his gaze away. Yes, that's. Make it more obvious that we know each other. They would need to have a discussion after this ordeal. The Bank clearly needed some sort of backup security when the more...direct members were absent. Then, in the corner of his eye, Ilinis saw something that brought him hope. For a moment, it seemed as if the woman had signed. It was either that, or an involuntary action. Nonetheless, if she could sign, perhaps they could find a way to work together without alerting the robbers. To respond without drawing attention would be a risk, but it was one he was going to have to take. The plan formulated in his head. It was a terrible one, and he was certain he would ponder the stupidity of his actions later - if he lived.

He spoke loudly and clearly. "Pardon me."

Two of the robbers turned their crossbows on him, and he felt a cold sweat break over his body. Indeed, this was a terrible idea. He continued," I believe I can offer some assistance--"

"I said shut up! Now!" The robber's hands shook on his crossbow more, and Ilinis saw the man lightly begin to squeeze the trigger.

Ilinis held up his hands."Wait! Please wait! I can open the vault!"

One of the men, who Ilinis assumed was the leader pushed the other's crossbow to the side. "Oh? You have the key? Give it to us. Now. I tire of playing games."

Ilinis felt his hand begin to shake. Most assuredly a terrible, stupid idea. "There is no key! It's a combination! All math! I've been here a few times to service the vault. I just recalibrated it again today!"

The man turned to Deimos and backhanded him. "Thought it was wise to keep this a secret? Stupid."

Deimos fell to the floor, knocked back by the unexpected blow. Ilinis gave him an apologetic glance. The leader grabbed Ilinis by his collar and pressed his crossbow against his back, pushing him in front of the other hostages. "Lead the way, boy."

With the force of the man's push, Ilinis forced himself to stumble and quickly signed the word 'yes'. Hopefully the woman would notice. Correcting his balance, he apologized for his clumsiness, and he began to lead the way to the vault.
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Postby Yrmellyn Cole » Mon Sep 18, 2017 1:39 pm

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The hostages did as they were told, two robbers staying behind them to keep everybody under control. Yrmellyn and followed Ilinis and the gang leader just like the others. When they passed through a narrow doorway to an inner part of the bank she managed to turn slightly to the side and let the fat man, the girl and the tall woman go in first. She glanced back at Deimos. The banker was still on the floor. For a moment it looked one of the robbers was going to put a bolt in Deimos and end his life. Then the crossbow trembled slightly in his hand and he turned it away abruptly. A kick to the head seemed to knock Deimos out. She saw the robber nudge the bankers still body with the boot tip, but Deimos didn’t react. This was all she had time to see before she had to continue forward.

That robber isn’t a natural born killer. He didn’t shoot. Deimos is down but not dead.

She had seen what looked like a “yes” in common sign from the eídisi man before he had been grabbed by his collar and shoved in front of the eagle nosed robber. Hopefully it meant he knew sign. Yrmellyn was for sure not particularly skilled at signing, but she would be able to give simple answers of one or a coupe words. She would perhaps be able to understand a little bit longer complicated messages, but there was also a risk for misinterpretation if the messages would be too complicated. Sign would perhaps or perhaps not help them, somehow...

Sign... the shorter the better.


The robber who was last in “behind the scenes” closed the narrow door behind them. The sound of the fat man’s heavy breathing in the silence that followed added to the tense atmosphere when the group gathered in front of what must be the entrance to the vault. Yrmellyn wasn’t sure if the door really was made of solid metal or if it was wood inside and only the surface was plate. In any case it was a door of the impressive kind. On the middle of it there was a complicated mechanism with a number of metal wheels and other...devices she hadn’t seen before and had no name for.

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One look at this monster of a door was enough to make Yrmellyn understand that a few bandits armed with crossbows didn’t stand a chance to break into the vault if they didn’t have somebody to open it for them. The eídisi was their only hope.

He’s of use to them. He’s safer than me and the others...at least for now...


It occurred to her that the eídisi was her only hope too. In this moment the painter would have given a fortune for being of use to the robbers too, somehow, but she didn’t know a thing about how to deal with the massive and intricate metal mechanism said to only be possible to open by using maths. She thought frantically about something to do, and many a desperate idea popped up in her mind, like the possibility to draw her pistol crossbow ... which wasn't even possible as she didn't carry it today. It didn't matter, because if she would have tried to use a weapon she would probably just have been shot herself . Nothing she could think of seemed particularly smart, except for waiting nicely for the eídisi to work his wonders.

The small girl drew in air like she was preparing to scream. The fat man’s breathing speeded up. Yrmellyn gave both of them stern eyes and hoped they would get that this wasn’t the right time to panic.

She didn’t like to do it, but she felt it was the only thing she could do right then: Yrmellyn started to slowly tune in to the people. If nothing interrupted her she would try “listen” with her minds “hearing”. This wasn’t really hearing, but the domain magic named attunement. Perhaps she would get impressions that would allow her to understand the situation more in depth. It wasn't like she could read thoughts, but the magic might enable her to get a feel for where things might be headed so she could avoid unecessary mistakes and live another day.
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Postby Ilinis » Tue Sep 19, 2017 5:53 pm

Ilinis glanced out of the corner of his eye as the group was lead away. Deimos laid crumpled on the floor, unconscious. Ilinis' heart thumped loudly in his chest. That was completely not part of the plan. Now what was he going to do? His breathing became shallow and fast. He had no idea how to open the vault. He was going to get himself killed. He felt his head grow light, and he stumbled for a moment, pressing his side against the wall. The robber continued to push him forward.

He tried to think of a plan -- of what to do next. He swore he only blinked once, and then they were at the door to the vault. He gulped. He had seen the mechanical wonder that was the vault door before a few times. Maybe, with some stroke of luck, Deimos would awaken and get help before Ilinis got them all killed with his stupid idea of a plan.

The leader of the robbers pushed him forward at the door and growled. "Open it."

Ilinis' vision darkened at the edges at he tried to figure out the mechanical workings of the door. Doing the best he could to calm himself, he nodded. "It may take a bit. After the vault is recalibrated it takes time for the gears to adjust to the mathematical conventions that have been chosen by the Bank of Ne'haer. After the gears adjust, then the pistons fall into place, and the code can be cracked. Based on my earlier adjustment, the gears are still adjusting."

The leader sneered. "I'm not waiting any longer. It feels like you're stalling."

Ilinis gulped. "N-no. I'm telling the truth. I promise you, I'll get this door open."

Laughing, the leader pulled a short knife from his belt. "Do you know what I do to people who waste my time?" The man approached Ilinis and waved the dagger menacingly. "I ensure that they can't waste my time again."

Ilinis felt the tip of the blade push into the soft of his shoulder and winced as it barely pushed into his skin. Then, without warning, the man turned and drove the blade into the arm of the fat man. In an instant, chaos ensued. The fat man screamed at the sudden burst of pain, and one of the other robbers kicked him over to shut him up. The little girl, at the sudden display of violence, started to wail. The woman with glasses cradled the girl and tried to calm her. Ilinis stared at the scene in horror. This was his fault.

The leader smiled at him. "Now then. You have 30 bits to get this door open. If you don't, I won't just wound the next one." He turned with narrowed eyes at the rest of the hostages until he stopped his gaze upon the child. "I'll kill the girl next."

Ilinis frantically started to mess with the mechanisms on the door. Perhaps he would get lucky, and it would open; luck, a force he did not believe in. There were so many ways to maneuver the blasted mechanisms. Still, he tried. He knew how this would end for them, but he continued to try.

Left hand at his side, he signed, hoping the other woman could see. Can't open. Lied. Sorry.
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Postby Yrmellyn Cole » Sun Sep 24, 2017 7:09 am

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The sudden attack on the fat man shocked her, not only by the violence itself, but by the randomness of how it was dealt. It had looked like the eagle nosed robber had acted on impulse and just stabbed someone in order to get an outlet for his own stress. Then, seeing the reactions of the other hostage, it seemed to have suddenly occurred to him that he could put pressure on the eídisi by threatening to kill the small girl.

Despite that she was already scared, she could feel an additional chill rush up her spine at the realization that they might be dealing with a kind of robbers who were acting without clear plans and tactics. Their arrival and initial actions had seemed coordinated, but after this it had started to derail, she could see this now...first they had attacked Deimos like they didn’t realize that the banker was likely to be their best bet if they wanted to get into the vault. Instead of bringing the banker to the vault, they had immediately taken the eídisi’s words at face value, picked him instead and gotten rid of Deimos. Next there had been the robber who had seemed to think he was meant to take it one step further and kill the banker, but hadn’t done it. Now this sudden random attack and the fixed time limit for opening the vault door, in spite how the bank was closed for this trial and thirty bits could hardly be all the time they had. It seemed like the robbers lacked routine and were acting ad hoc.

The threat to kill the child seemed taken out of the blue too, to judge by the reaction from the robber who hadn’t shot Deimos. “Hey. Abe. We weren’t meant to ...”

“Shut up peasant! I’m in charge!” The leader turned his head slightly to bark at the robber who had seem to object to the course of events, and once again Yrmellyn could see his aquiline nose in profile.

Using a memory technique she tended to apply more or less automatically she put a name on him and called him Eagle. The man who had started to object was promptly labelled Peasant by the painter, who noticed that he was looking tall and strong and had the physical makings of a good farmhand. The third one ... she glanced quickly at him and it occurred to her that his ears were way more than average protruding so she labelled him Wingnut.

Their wide brimmed hats and big beards and the smokey glass of their spectacles made them all look similar and hard to describe, but as a professional painter Yrmellyn was good at detecting the personal details in people’s appearance. For example, the colors of their hair and beards was something another person might not even have thought of, but the painter noticed that there was a shimmer of silver in Eagle’s straight and well-groomed shoulder length black hair, while his enormous beard was in contrast totally black. Wingnut’s hair was also dark, but it was as black as the beard, curly and more than shoulder length. Peasant’s hair was tied back in a braid just like Yrmellyn’s own practical hairstyle. His hair was a dark red chestnut, but his beard was still black.

She saw all this nearly instantaneously, as all people use to take in the looks of other at once, but with the difference that the painter noticed more details and nuances and would also remember them afterwards.

The eídisi signed: Can't open. Lied. Sorry

Yrmellyn took in his message. Her first reaction was a feeling of despair. Her second reaction was rage...the eídisi must be a complete fool, the way he had stepped in and passed himself off as an expert at opening the vault lock, despite not knowing how to do it. That blue liar wasn’t able to open the vault door and now he was signing to her about it, saying he was sorry? Ordinarily the painter would have had a fit of artistic temperament and shouted out to the immortal Ilaren with a petition to please strike the eídisi with lightning, but as it was she quenched the rage and tried to think. A number of options, all of them questionable, span in her mind.

She wound up with desperate ideas about trying to tune in to the door and it's nefarious lock and using the magic of attunement to figure our how to open it. Perhaps she would be able to "listen" with her special sense of sound...and so she signed back at the blue goof, taking care to conceal the movements of her hand so the robbers wouldn't see it:

Tell them. Lock takes two. Need help. Listen to lock. Me.

If the eídisi managed to make them assign her to help him and explain that one of them would listen while the other would manipulate the lock and it's multitude of weird devices according to those...maths... Yrmellyn would need to put the side of her head against the door and ... listen.
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Postby Ilinis » Mon Sep 25, 2017 1:56 am



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Ilinis forced himself to study how to mechanisms worked by tracing his hand over each piece of the device. Each individual piece when maneuvered would cause the center gear and pistons clank and shift. Logically, therefore, that must be where the combination was being held. Use the correct formula, make everything line up, twist the big center turning apparatus, the door would swing open, the robber would ruin the reputation of the Bank, but at least they would theoretically live if the robbers didn't kill them all to ensure there was silence on the matter. Easy.

He sighed as he fiddled with individual gears. There were four sets of gears with six accompanying pistons. While the gears themselves were not etched with numbers, they were marked by symbols and lines, twelve per gear from his count. Each of the pistons could be moved independently of each other, so therefore if each piece could be moved, and then you multiplied those odds by four for the number of sets. He attempted to do the multiplication in his head. If he was right, there were over thirty-four thousand different combinations he would have to try. There was no time for that, and to attempt to brute force the mathematics of the door would require a lot of parchment, ink, and time.

His head throbbed, and he rubbed his temples. This was all his fault. If he hadn't tried to help, Deimos would be here and could open the damn thing. He had thought he was being useful when he had hinged his plans on Maya being around, but in hindsight, to not even know if she was, was one of the stupidest things he had done in his life. He didn't have room for error in his life. Error was ignorance. He kicked the door as he cursed.

He turned around at the sudden bickering between the robbers. It was then that he caught a glance from the woman he had been signing with. Tell them. Lock takes two. Need help. Listen to lock. Me. He swung back around, hoping that the robbers hadn't seen him turn about. He was uncertain what she could do to help. All of the clicks and groans of the door sounded the same to him, and if any person could just hear the locks going about the bank needed a much, much better vault. While he was certain the effort was futile, he smiled a grim thought. At least he wouldn't have to die alone.

Ilinis cleared his throat. "Pardon me, but I have now setup most of the lock to be opened. The next portion requires an additional person to operate the gears with me."

The leader sighed. "I'm sure it does. Why wouldn't it. You seem to be full of reasons that the door won't open. Need I remind you what will happen soon?"

Ilinis shook his head. The leader grinned. "Good. Obviously my men and I won't be the ones to help incase you do anything...funny. That one is too busy bawling his eyes out," he said pointing to the fat man,"and while I'm certain that mother could help you, I am not cruel. See how generous I am?

"You,
" he said waving his crossbow at Yrmellyn,"get up here. I grow tired. If you two do anything stupid, I'm shooting you both and the rest of the hostages and taking what I can off of your corpses. Deal?"
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Postby Yrmellyn Cole » Wed Sep 27, 2017 3:04 pm

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It was clearly an order and not a question so Yrmellyn didn’t answer. She just moved. While she joined Ilinis at the door, she saw the curly haired robber she had labelled Wingnut (holding the crossbow in only his left hand) start to browse a sturdy leather-bound ledger that lay on a table near nearby.

”Eeey…Haha! Abe...look here, a big fat book full of scribblings, eh? I bet it’s the ... accrunching, as they us to call it, methinks! Ha! What a practical joke ... to take their damned mathematics and number crunching and run... I mean...with a door lock like that they deserve to lose their numbers...“

His stopped there because he was laughing so hard that he wasn’t able to speak. For a moment everybody lost focus and stared at Wingnut. He laughed like he had made a joke he found enormously fun, though nobody else seemed to get what it was about. Even the robbers’ leader, “Eagle” seemed speechless and the fat man stopped whining. All others held their breaths, feeling like it had gone so crazy that anything could happen.

“Alright...” said Eagle eventually. He spoke slowly and in a very low and extremely controlled voice. “You can have that book if you want to play with it, read it, crunch the numbers, juggle numbers or eat them or whatever, I don’t care. Take it if you want it, when we leave, but until then please just try to do your job. Otherwise I will NOT let you have the ... accrunching.”

“You are the boss” said Wingnut lightly. “I think I will read, crunch, juggle, copy and make paper birds to send at people! Paper biiiirds!”

“Enough!” Eagle roared out the word and Wingnut nodded.

Wingnut had however been laughing so much that his wide brimmed hat was already halfway to falling off, and the nod completed the work the laughter had started. Wingnuts hat fell on the floor right in front of the feet of the small girl. The child squealed like she had been attacked by a dangerous animal, yelled something about “rats” and stomped on the hat like she was trying to kill it. No wonder, because it wasn’t only the hat that had fallen off, but the whole big curly dark hair.

“Hey, my hat ... what the ...” Wingnut had short sandy blond hair now when he had lost part of his disguise, and his spectacles suddenly made way more sense and seemed like a natural part of his looks, except for their dark glass.

Without a word the tall biqaj woman jerked the yelling little girl away from the hat and in one well surprisingly well coordinated movement she bent down, picked up the hat with the curly hair and pushed it down on the quite short robber Wingnuts head. The hat with the hair sat there like a crow’s nest with lank blond straw handing down from it.

These diversions, crazy as they were, came in handy for Yrmellyn. She took the opportunity to start to open up her magic inner sense of attunement when the robbers didn’t pay attention enough to her to notice how she suddenly went still as a statue. If someone else noticed she hoped they would be smart enough to not ask questions! The mage let the impressions of the environment stream through her awareness, making sure to not open up too much, as she didn’t know what she would find. She didn’t have much time and would only get brief impression of the robbers, but perhaps it would still tell her something.

When she tuned in to Eagle she had impressions of cold, clanking and metallic sounds, like sword against sword, rhythmical and well balanced, swash, swash, swash! There were other things interlaced with it, forming an intricate pattern of contradictory impressions, as it nearly always was with people. They could all be compared to music: nobody was a simple single tone, everybody was always more, and if she knew that if she would take in too much every person would be like a whole orchestra. She was certainly not looking for that. All she wanted was a kind of a basic keys, a simplified feeling for what she was dealing with. Eagle, the man the others called “Abe” struck her as a man of combat, perhaps some kind of soldier, doing a job, prepare to kill of he must, but not really interested in wasting time on other people’s deaths.

The robber labelled Peasant was in comparison like a silent forest with low sounds of wind in grass and foliage, the buzzing of small insects, though at the moment there she also got the impression that he was both angry an scared, and she had a feeling all that happened here today wasn’t in his contract. There was that special nuance of good intentions, righteousness, and would-be-noble goals gone south. Her impressions were interesting, but not particularly informative. Perhaps he was the kind of man who would avoid to sully his ideals if he could, she thought. He hadn’t killed the innocent banker Deimos, just tried to knock him out. He hadn’t like the threat against the child either.

Finally there was Wingnut, who emanated a really strange impression of an extremely dry and crunching sound so repetitive that she didn’t rule it out that it might drive people crazy if they had to endure it for a longer time ... there was also an unpleasant streak of the gloating malice of a prankster who likes to mess things up. This was so very much in line with this man’s attitude to the bank records. He was the kind who would mess with people if he could and the words “tax collector type” come to her min. She bet he was the kind would try to shoot somebody in the foot just for the sake of it.


To sum them up there was ... the good, the bad and the ugly?

Yrmellyn had focused on those three because they were the direct threat. As she withdrew her attention from the people and turned it to the lock of the vault door she only had time to catch utterly fleeting impressions of the others. They passed her by like dreams that dissolved before she knew what they had been about.

The eídisi was manipulating the ... many thingies ... looking very savvy. Yrmellyn knew he was only acting, but he was good at it. She hoped she would succeed to act that well too. When the éidisi explained what she had to do she nodded and put her right ear to the lock. She tuned in to it. It was extremely weird, and she wondered how this would end, but necessity has no law sometimes.

“I think I can hear something click and kick in” she announced seriously, acting like she heard something meaningful when the eídisi continued to manipulate the...devices.

Truth to tell she only heard odd metallic clicks of inner cogs, but it would have been a lie to say something kicked in. The lock had it’s own rare pattern of clicks and silences. Perhaps sheer luck and coincidence would save them, like in a lottery about life and death? Yrmellyn prayed silently to the immortal Vhalar for help. Oh, she wished, she wished so intensely that the right man for the job, that banker in the outer room, had been with them!
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The hold up in the Bank of Ne'haer

Postby Ilinis » Fri Sep 29, 2017 2:52 pm



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Ilinis scrunched in face in perplexity. "Book of Accrunching"? What the hell was that? The man cackled about the things he could do with it as if he had drank an entire keg of wine before this heist. Why would there be a book just lying about by the vault, anyway? The only book that Ilinis had really seen used was the master list of client transactions and details that told the entire story of their account...

With regret, Ilinis chanced a glance at the book the man was holding and cursed under his breath. That was indeed the master ledger. Fortunately, the robbers didn't seem to know what it was, and the bank had a few backup copies incase something happened, such as tea being spilled upon it. However, if they were to learn its value, the damage they could do to the bank would be irreparable. That was a concern for later, however. He could worry about that once he had the damned vault open. Assuming that he could get the vault open. Assuming that the robbers didn't just shoot all the hostages or turn on each other. There were too many unknown factors in the information he possessed. It was irksome.

He flipped a piston and rotated the gear slightly in the first of the four sections, when the woman he had been signing to suddenly announced. "I think I can hear something click and kick in”

Famula's blood! They were actually unlocking the vault! He wasn't certain how much time had passed, but if they could keep up the pace who knew what would happen. He wasn't certain how the woman was doing it, but at this moment he was thankful for her talents. True, the bank would have to replace the vault and determine how she and Ilinis had opened the vault to stop it from repeating. However, that was the bank's problem, and at this point, Ilinis didn't care if the bank had to spend some of their coffers to fix a security if everything else went well this day.

In an attempt to placate the robbers, he announced, "There are only three more sets to go. The first is unlocked. We should be done by the time limit,"

Ilinis chanced a look at to see what the one robber was doing with the master ledger, but the man had placed it as his side for now, obeying the leader's orders. He must have really wanted to tear out the pages and make paper birds...The man was a waste of thought. The leader nodded and gave a squint-eyed glanced at Ilinis, as if to urge him to hurry.

Ilinis turned another cog slowly, trying to figure out where this one was supposed to be. Hopefully the woman would hear something else. Fiddling with the pistons he sighed. Back into the fray.
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