• Memory • Thick As Thieves (Graded)

[Tio Silver]

Foster's Landing, Etzos
41st Zi'da, 717

It was amazing how slowly half a trial could pass when there was something to look forward to in the next one. The sun had risen as usual and made a lazy arc over Etzos, yawning rays of light onto the little people below, at the same pace it had always done. The fishermen cast their hooks into the ocean just as they usually did. The livestock in the fields munched on fresh grass in exactly the same way they had time and time again. Yet despite the world passing by at the same speed it had always done, to Tio the trial seemed to drag on forever.

The illusion Oberan had placed upon had worn off in the early morning, and since then Tio had gotten to work blending into the passing crowds as best as he could. A set of simple brown dockworkers clothes had been pinched off a clothing line to use as a disguise, and after a touch of Syroa’s power to turn his hair brown and grow a thin goatee Tio looked like a different man to all but those who'd had a good chance to get a look at his face. The streets were abuzz with guards searching for remnants of Graeslin’s crew and gossip of the attempted jailbreak last night, but not a glance was shot towards the nondescript looking fellow who quietly walked around exploring town, occasionally making a few enquiries as to where the tallest building was.

At last the sun reached the apex of it's climb, and at the top of the tallest building in Foster’s Landing, a belltower standing in a alley near the heart of town, the bellringer pulled the cord and let the bells ring out twelve times, signalling the arrival of noon. He then headed downstairs and out of the door of the tower, locking them behind him before hurrying off to the nearest tavern. No sooner had he disappeared around the corner than Tio stepped out of the shadows he'd been waiting in and approached the door with a tiny metal orb in hand. He glanced around to make sure nobody was around, pressed the metal orb against the lock, and smirked to himself as the orb changed form; melting like liquid into the lock and then hardening again into the shape of the fitting key. With a twist the lock clicked open, and Tio withdrew the metal morph, formed it into a thin shiv, and scratched a crude arrow onto the door pointing up to the top of the tower. It was a bit of a cliche way to conduct a secret meeting perhaps, but it was better than being seen together in a public place. Besides if he was honest with himself Tio found it quite fun being all sneaky.

He climbed up the stairs to the top of the belltower and returned the metal morph to his bag, then fished out a bottle of rum and three glasses he'd bought earlier. The top of the tower was particularly plain on the inside; constructed out of bare wood and stone with four large unglazed windows pointing north, east, south and west. The wind flew gently through the opening, swaying the pair of large brass bells that hung from the top ever so slightly, and Tio smiled contentedly as the breeze spun smoothly around him. He set the rum and glasses down on one of the windowsills, poured himself a drink and stared out at the view of Foster’s Landing, wondering if the other two would show up. This idea he'd thought up could be a masterpiece, but he needed both of them on board in order to make it work.

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10gn deducted for a bottle of rum.

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[Oberan]

The outcome of the jailbreak had left a lot to be desired, but at least Oberan had partly succeeded. He might not have been able to prevent the pirates from escaping, nor had he managed to get Graeslin arrested, but he had stolen a powerful artefact right out of her hands, and that would probably haunt her for a long, long time. As a Naerikk, being bested by a man of all people was a shame like no other, and even if he hadn’t gotten away with it, the disgrace would probably have given her ego a big dent. However, he’d escaped as well, and Oberan could only assume the Naerikk was seething with rage.

Unfortunately, he had no idea how to use the orb he’d stolen, and his attempts at figuring out how it worked had not yielded any results. It had been dumb luck the orb had fulfilled it’s task during the escape –or so one would think. However, it was not the first time such a coincidence had happened. Not that it was a dependable occurrence, but it was helpful nonetheless. Sadly, none of that mattered if he couldn’t reliably operate the orb.

Not to mention he had to get Tio back to Scalvoris sooner rather than later, because hanging out with the guy was a bit too dangerous now that Graeslin’s goons were on the lookout for him. Everything had downsides, and this was the one that came with angering a Naerikk who lusted for vengeance. As long as he didn’t meet up with Tio too often or in too obvious a manner, there would be no problems though. At least, he hoped so.

The bell rang and the Mortalborn gazed up at the visible part of the tower through the small band of sky the alleyway allowed him to see. Twelve times the sound vibrated across the port city. It was time.

Oberan rose from his seated position, dusted himself off, and headed for the belltower, still not quite content with the fact he was taking the orb with him. He wasn’t too sure whether or not Tio and Toan would be trying to take it this time, even though the orb would be just as unresponsive to them. He wouldn’t let them have it, worthless as it may be at the moment. To leave it in his rented room was a risk in and of itself however, and he’d rather not see it lost to the grabby hands of some random kleptomaniac tavern keep or maid. Or to one of Graeslin’s stooges who’d tracked him down already.

He’d rather drop it out of the window so it shattered in a million pieces instead.

An arrow on the door to the tower revealed that someone had already been there, having left a mark that was noticeable from up close, but not to the passersby. Clever. The door was unlocked allowing for easy access, and before long Oberan was climbing the stairs, wondering who was the first to arrive.

It turned out to be Tio himself, at least if one paid attention to the details of his appearance. Not the clothes or the garish goatee (first the pirate clothes now this? Someone had to teach the guy about fashion) but the expression on his face and the spark in his eyes.

“Ah, Taboo,” the Mortalborn greeted with a wave of his hand. “Did you not get enough of disguises and decided to look different today as well?”

He spotted the rum then, nodding contently.

“Excellent choice,” the thief commented. “The beer here is piss and the whiskey rat poison, but the rum is quite good. The only problem is that they don’t have any larger bottles.”

[Toan]

It had been quite the scandalous victory in their case, even when such an operation clearly could not have gone any further wrong. But in the end the payload proved to be far better than what any of them could've suspected, since the original terms of the deal were rather too outstanding in the beginning. Fact is; Toan had walked out of there alive and intact, therefore unhindered from his cause no less. Though he'd certainly strafed further off than intended to, after this little stunt pulled became a second attempt at fooling those in the tower.

Speaking of towers... he had a date with 'destiny' supposedly, although he disregarded the credibility. Destiny was something he intended to make his own, never leaving it for considerable chance upon the whims of others. However he'd learned well enough who he was dealing with, since he'd worked with the two prior to this little get together between them. Indeed Tio and Oberan weren't likely going to be fast companions with him, however what potentially awaited Toan seemed too good to pass up. Therefore he walked the stairwell leading up to the room casually with the occasional look outside a passed window, with a bit of admiration for location placement in regards to arranging this.

Truth be told the thief heard word that someone else climbed this tower once, on the outside no less, in a desperate attempt at running away from some shady bunch. That happened... earlier this Zi'da? Crazy stuff really, though Toan could respect the man's boldness. Even he wanted to think himself that daring, but in truth he had much, much more to work on; before he could even consider himself credibly bold. Once he arrived at the top where the room was located, he nudged the door open with a palm pressed against the wood; his head in a slight crane as he peered into the room beyond. Good. Just them two and no more illusions, albeit Oberan could've very easily changed that no doubt.

He and Tio both were interesting individuals, both like him in the ways of self proclaimed thieves. Although the levity of just how great they were remained to be seen, since none of them really walked away with vast richness after such a heist. Yet they were also no so empty handed either... Oberan must have arrived just moments before it would seem, as he'd been complimenting Tio on the selection of alcohol he'd chosen. The thought mused him and he, nonetheless, decided to chide in just a little to make his presence known also. "They do that so they can con you," The blond remarked with a brief smirk on his face, "because the more you buy the heavier their pockets."

Toan entered with the door pressed to a close behind them, and with the hood of his black jacket removed surveyed the setting. Simple. A empty room filled with nothing but dust, only to be used now as a private meeting area between the three stooges of Idalos. Toan moved towards one of the other windows a couple paces away from Tio, his own blue eyes cast down into the streets below while he adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves. "Quite the setup you've created, hopefully none of our other 'friends' will think to visit us here." Of that the blond thief knew for sure the other two guessed his reference, since they likely had drawn the ire of the pirate bitch as well as Etzori guard. Gangui's men had more leeway around Foster's though, so hopefully they were being more a hindrance than help in singling out 'three wanted criminals' in Foster's.

[Tio Silver]

Oberan was the first to arrive, greeting him with a friendly wave and a jest about his use of a disguise. Tio smirked impishly at that, though perhaps not for the reason Oberan thought he did. Get enough of disguises? Oberan didn't know the half of it. Tio's whole life was just one big disguise for the yludih that lay underneath. Toan arrived soon after, adding a comment to Oberan's remark about the rum, and Tio poured a generous portion of the mentioned liquor into the remaining glasses and passed them over to the two.

"If that's how you feel you should pay a visit to Scalvoris sometime. They serve rum by the barrel in Almund, and it's practically cheaper than water."

He waved off Toan's concerns about being visited by the Black Guards or Graeslin's crew with a carefree shrug. "If they do they'll have to charge up a flight of stairs before facing us, and this staircase can only fit two people side by side. They'd have height and stamina against them, and wouldn't be able to make use of their numbers. Plus if worst comes to worst I'm fairly sure I can survive a fall from this height. I have a friend in a high place." The wind tossled his hair gently in silent agreement. "I figured it was best to meet somewhere high to avoid being overheard by prying ears."

"Now then, to business! I promised you an opportunity for serious nel, and I intend to deliver!" Tio clapped his hands together excitedly and jumped up to sit on the windowsill, taking an air about him like a storyteller about to regale children with tales of adventure around a roaring fire.

"As I'm sure you'll agree the heist was pretty much a total disaster. For all the uniquely talented individuals she had gathered Graeslin chose to initiate an all-out raid instead of opting to be more... subtle." His eyes darted between the two thieves, searching their faces for signs of agreement. "But think about what we could have accomplished if we used our talents more efficiently? With stealth, deception and our gifts we could have walked every prisoner out of the front doors and sailed merrily away before anyone even realized they were gone! The three of us proved ourselves to be far greater than the average thief, and with a common goal to work towards we could steal anything! But with Graeslins orb..." A flicker of greed shone across his eyes, lighting up his wolfish grin, and his voice dropped to a loud whisper. "We could steal everything."

"Imagine the treasures of the Ganga, collected by Audrae and her Naerikk over hundred of arcs, laid bare for the taking! Imagine the plundered loot of the Blackbrine pirates gleaming before your eyes! Imagine the crown of the king of Rynmere resting comfortably atop your head! With that orb we could go anywhere in the world we want, and together the three of us can take whatever our hearts desire. Powerful artifacts? Priceless relics? Chests bursting at the lids with onyx coins? We can have it all! There will be other great criminals out there in the world who share our greed, and if we like the look of them we can bring them along for the ride too! We'd live like kings! Emperors! We'd be richer than Delroth! The horde of Kleptés would pale in comparison to our coffers!"

Realising that he'd gotten a bit caught up in his own speech, Tio leaned back a bit and forced himself to relax. "Now I'm not suggesting that we should all start playing best buddies with each other. We'll have escape plans for our heists of course, but if they go wrong I'd expect nothing less than for every man to take care of himself. There will be no rules to follow except that we split what we earn each heist equally between those of us involved in it, and that we don't do anything to put the group in jeopardy. I have experience leading a pirate crew and I'm damn sure I can plan a good heist, but if you don't want to put your trust in me right away then we can start out with the easier marks first until we get a feel for working with each other."

He raised his rum glass up in a salute and shot them both his most trustworthy smile. "So what do you say? Interested?"

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[Oberan]

Tio smirked as he so often seemed to do, as if he was aware of some kind of inside joke Oberan had no knowledge about. Toan arrived not much later, apparently having caught the tail end of the rum statement, adding a remark to it. Oberan rolled his eyes.

“I’m not an idiot, Toan, thank you very much,” he said in response, though there was not really any hint of annoyance in his voice.

There was talk about Scalvoris, and though the sound of barrels of rum was indeed tempting, Oberan wasn’t sure he’d be visiting the city in the near future. He had very little inclination to do so as of now, and unless he heard of something valuable stored there, he would stay clear of the pirate city.

“I’m fairly sure I can clamber down the tower if I have to,” Oberan said, though he wasn’t too certain he wouldn’t fall to his doom during the attempt. Like Tio said though, the attackers would have to make it up the stairs first. Everyone knew that defending a staircase from above was easier than trying to conquer it from below. Exhaustion would perhaps set in during a prolonged battle, but Oberan had his own ways around that little problem.

He took a swig of his drink, keeping the drink in his mouth for a few trills to allow himself to experience the full taste of it before swallowing. It wasn’t the best rum he’d ever had, but it wasn’t the worst either. All in all pretty good.

In the meantime, Tio had begun his proposal, sitting on the windowsill and speaking of the disaster that was the jailbreak. He wasn’t wrong, and Oberan shrugged. He liked to think he’d played a big part in the failure, which had been his intention from the outset. The pure unbridled rage on her face when he’d taken the orb—just thinking about it brought a grin to his face.

Naturally, Tio was correct in his assessment of the heist. Oberan too had expected it to be something more stealthy and quiet rather than the all-out invasion plan Graeslin had been so proud of. He could have come up with at least three different plans that were all better than hers. Not that he would have shared if she’d asked for the other members’ input. He’d been trying to get her arrested, convince a crewmember to take him to the treasure, and take it for himself.

The main issue with her plan was that not everyone had been on the same page. She’d used bribery and extortion to get her dream team together, which naturally had backfired.

Then thee point was reached when Tio finally told them what he was getting at, and Oberan listened, nodding every now and then, his face oddly serious.

“ So what do you say? Interested?”

“You had me at ‘stealing Audrae’s treasure’,” the mortalborn grinned. “In all seriousness though, I do like the sound of this idea of yours. I would like to say that the end of our last venture proved we’re on the same page, more or less, so I do believe this kind of thing might just work.” He frowned for a moment. “Still, I think it would indeed be for the best to start small. Get some feel for our chemistry, get to know each other. See what we can do. No reason to rush, right?”

Greed wasn’t the motivator here, not for Oberan anyway. Sure, the sound of ancient artefacts and rare relics was certainly music to his ears, but that wasn’t what had really piqued his interest. That place went to the fun it might bring with it, the thrill of setting up and executing an elaborate heist, where anything might go wrong at any time. Where improvisation played as big a part as planning, because not everything could be taken into account. Each heist would be an exhilarating ride that would make him feel alive.

Even if it didn’t work out, it was worth trying.

“Anyway, as I said, I’m in.” His eyes swiveled from Tio to Toan. “What about you?”

If Toan were to join in as well, Oberan would raise his glass high in the air, imploring the others to follow suit. “I think this warrants a toast, no? To us! Ehm… what will we call ourselves? Taboo’s Terrible Thief Team?” He laughed, but the question was genuine. A group like this needed a name.

[Toan]

The blond couldn't help but grin a little in regards to the remark Oberan had to make, clearly annoyed by the brief interjection on the antics of rum being discussed. To question as to whether or not Oberan was an idiot proved the more amusing part, as he certainly came off as such a good majority of the time. But that was only a majority, any other time when it counted; he could be vastly unpredictable as well as helpful. "Bravo Oberan, though that's up for debate in my book." The thief assured him with a wry grin as he continued to watch out the window, a little more at ease knowing the rendezvous spot was well picked.

Indeed fast escapes would be somewhat easier for those who were agile like them, though the climb down wouldn't be very fun when he thought of it. But they were definitely at a very secretive position, one that'd take a bit of effort to breach if they were followed. Thus he accepted the glass and briefly toasted it, with only a minor squint as he mulled over the sweetened taste of alcohol. It burned but in a bit of a pleasurable way compared to whiskey or bourbon, and certainly held a better taste than the beer he sometimes drank. Though drinking at all hardly remained to be his scene, therefore he drank in short sips as he held the glass.

He listened and found that, while much of it sounded wild, what Tio had to propose created something vastly interesting. Opportunity. Toan hadn't found much of that in Etzos quite yet, being the kind of man who was busy lightening others pockets most of the time. High time gigs like these heists he heard implied in the speech, they were the eventual end goals he wanted to achieve in the long run. Not the initial prizes he sought but the stepping stones towards them, although admittedly he was even further off from achieving them than he thought.

This previous heist proved just that initially, showing that he was very much ill equipped for any such ambition. But the monumental goal ahead of him wasn't one he could achieve alone either, no matter how much he wanted that to be in the end of it all. With these two there was no guarantee he'd be as successful, but also no absolute denying the amount of prowess he could make also. Though trust would definitely be a scarcity on his behalf, somehow the quieter thief felt himself capable of using this in a way to his advantage. What harm could come of it? Teaming up with a couple more lowlifes? Next thing he knew they'd be founders of a great city or movement, robbing the whole of Idalos blind with their refined schemes and tricks.

Suddenly he liked the idea even more, and thus leaned more on the accepting side of the proposition. "Stealing Immortal's own treasures is something I'd be fascinated with." He agreed with Oberan on that much, given they actually had 'mutual ground' to share in that case. Whether that'd develop as a bit of a rivalry or mutual partnership between them would remain to be see. Nonetheless he was rather intrigued with the prospect of reaping immense rewards, all by partnering up with two criminals that maybe just a little more hardened than he was. Suddenly the suggestion to start small had brought Toan amusement, as it was yet again a defining moment where Oberan didn't come off as the big idiot he projected as. Eyebrows rose as he briefly chuckled with another sip of the rum, his glass rested on the windowsill as he payed more interest to them.

"Well now, I'm going to be running out of bravo's to spare. I'm of the same idea that starting out small is best, regrettably as cunning and crafty as I'd like to be... I still have some more tricks to pick up on, before I dare try anything outrageous again like last time." He leaned his shoulder into the wall with his arms crossed, blue eyes fixated on the two as he still faintly smiled toward them. "Til then I'm all for the idea of starting small, working towards whatever potential goals we may share together." He finally responded as a means of saying he was in on the gig as well, his eyebrows elevated as he heard the part of names coming up next. They'd definitely require something crafty and clever... something Toan knew could slander and insult someone, someone that they all shared a common loathsome feeling towards.

"A terrible name indeed." He teased with a short chuckle as he looked from Oberan to Tio. "I was planning on putting together something like this in secret, but since we're likely bound to scheme much together; it couldn't hurt to share the idea to say the least. Eventually I planned on creating a bit of a syndicate name, originally destined to be called "Friends of Black Vuda" since he's a bit of a healthy target. It'd be a more poetic name change to Graeslin after what that bitch did, but nonetheless the concept of the name can be whatever you chooose. I'm not picky." He assured them with his glass held once more, the rum swirled within as he waited to see how the two reciprocated the idea.

[Tio Silver]

A predatory grin crossed Tio's face as Oberan and Toan agreed to join his alliance. Oh this was definitely the start of something fantastic; he could feel the stirring of destiny it in the air! With their skills and talents combined the sky was the limit! "Excellent! I'm glad you both agree! Starting off with smaller targets for now works for me; in fact I think I have a few in mind. But that being said let's not get hasty. The Etzori military is going to be looking for signs of anyone involved with the heist for a long time now, and if we keep hitting targets after target in rapid succession people all across the world are going to start preparing themselves to capture us. Let's wait for a couple of seasons for the heat to die down, put some feelers out for a good prize and establish a base before we meet again. We can send encrypted letters to communicate when it's time to come together, but for now we should disappear back to where we came from."

When the subject of a name for the group came up Tio raised his glass to Oberan's toast, and downed the last of his rum while he listened for a while. Taboo's Terrific Thief Team sounded like a great name to him, but he doubted the other two would appreciate such a blatant attempt to seem in charge. He didn't know who this Vuda person was, but naming a group specifically to spite them or Graeslin seemed a touch petty. Although he didn't say anything he let his face frown a little in disagreement, making his thought on the matter clear. "We need something... dramatic. A name people everywhere are instantly going to recognise and understand the connotations of. I'd suggest something to do with Delroth, but I really don't want that guy getting any ideas that he's the boss or that we owe him somehow. Who else can be attributed to thieves?" He thought about it for a moment, then was struck by an idea. "How about Kleptés, after the dragon from the fairytail? It gets across the whole 'greedy thieves' vibe nicely, and attributing ourselves to a dragon will make us sound powerful."

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[Oberan]

Even Toan seemed to be willing to go along with Tio’s little scheme, which meant that all three escapees were willing to band together for real. Oberan could only guess to what either of the other two were capable of, but he was certain they were no mere bottom of the barrel crooks. After all, if he remembered correctly, Toan had already infiltrated the tower by himself and had managed to get out as well. Tio said he had a ship –but if Oberan had any say in it, the times they’d be using it would be very rare indeed—but more importantly he’d been able to change his voice, and seemed to have some skill with disguises. Always useful. If they wanted to get someone inside before a heist, a disguised Tio would be very helpful.

It seemed all three of them were in agreement on the matter, which hopefully suggested they’d be on the same page for other important decisions in the future as well. At least most of the time. Other viewpoints and opinions were valuable in figuring out the flaws of plans and strategies, which helped improving it, so discussion really wasn’t too much of an issue.

Oberan wasn’t a fan of Toan’s suggestions. Using the name of the Chief Adviser seemed to be perfect for drawing his attention in a bad way. The second one was a little better, but not by a large margin. Using the name to spite Graeslin was appealing, really, especially if they proved infinitely more successful than the Naerikk when it came to heists –and they would—but Oberan really didn’t want the group to be named after some stuck up Naerikk bitch. He shook his head, and Tio too wasn’t liking the proposed names.

“Two against one on those. Better luck next time, Toan.”

Tio brought up Delroth then, and Oberan scoffed. The greedy bastard would be a good fit, but there was one Immortal who’d be absolutely perfect.

“If you want to go in that direction, I would suggest something with ‘Djas’ in it. He’s the Immortal of Thieves.” He shrugged.

Tio’s mind was not standing still though, and apparently he wasn’t listening either, as he instead brought up the fairytale he’d mentioned earlier. The Dragon Kleptés, eh? Well, he thought that was fine. It was no— actually, he supposed that “The Phantom Thieves” was a bit generic, the “Thieving Shadows” held to much association with his mother, and “Djas’ Chosen” sounded too much like a cult. Also a bit presumptuous. He didn’t choose either of them, after all.

“That’ll do for now,” Oberan stated. “Can we use it as a placeholder name until we can come up with something better?”

[Toan]

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Just wanted to say thanks for being patience you two! My responses should come at a faster frequency soon.

Neither one of them seemed all too fascinated with the idea of slandering their worst enemies, which was all fair game since it left Toan with the chance to use it for something else later. Perhaps a movement or something he could build later on, much after he'd honed his craft and this newfound partnership ran its course. But that would insinuate that he didn't plan or count on this to work out, and for what his opinion was worth he somehow felt the opposite. A group syndicate focused on pulling heists that gradually built their reputation? It certainly came off as the foundation to help build Toan's own career, which sounded very much like what Tio himself wanted in the long run.

To steal from those considered Gods themselves, but for Tio it somehow seemed to relate to glory. Least that's what Toan perceived it as, whereas he had another goal in mind. Recognition was part of it sure but deep down, the lone thief wanted more to play in part. He wanted to turn societies upside down if he could, upset the 'betters' of the world and help the people lowborn get even. At least that was the idea of what he wanted, truth be told Toan really hadn't any clue what he wanted out of life. He never bothered to ask since he merely wanted to survive, to live and see the next day better than the one was prior.

"I don't recall yours earning more votes either Bran." The thief slightly scoffed as though he were barely offended by the Mortalborn's statement, in truth it came off as a meager prod at the man's ego. It could've very well been but in truth, the thief wasn't keen to invest worry in the matter. The childish man hardly had any outstanding ideas of his own, although the suggestion prior would've just about named him a comical genius. But it would seem Tio had another name in store that, while simply, could one day speak volumes of the deeds done by the three. A story about a magical dragon? He hadn't ever heard of it but then again, reading was hardly one of the favorable subjects he enjoyed.

Sure Toan learned how to both read and write, but only out of necessity since Dallen required that of him. Toan had never been invested in reading novelties such as this 'Kleptés', he did however enjoy the feeling he got when he imagined people whispering the name. As though it were an omen worth heeding, and hopefully for good reasons as well. Toan wanted something admirable and inspiring spread throughout the world, and while not his first choice the name seemed a pretty sound one to agree upon. "Something better he says." The thief mimicked almost teasingly as another sip came from his glass. "I get the feeling Kleptés will be as good as it gets, besides people need something simple to refer to for things such as this. The greater our actions become the further spread out the name will be, therefore I think Kleptés should serve purpose unless proven otherwise."

He looked from Oberan with a smirk and then to Tio, before his eyes wandered back towards the world outside the window. "I've much to handle before I can consider myself prepared, but when the time comes you'll find me not only better equipped; but also better suited for the heists to come. My intention is to collect on a debt come Ashan, and from there create a more elaborate network of contacts. If by chance you require me in the time I'm working on this, you need only reach out to a beggar child and provide a message. Ask them to deliver what you wish to share to the Spider, and he'll quickly relay what you want to share to me." Toan advised with a soft vacant grin, no doubt sure Dallen would appreciate the tips that might come his way.

[Tio Silver]

Djas? The immortal of thieves? Tio had never heard of that immortal before, and considering his past profession he would have thought that he would have at some point. Maybe it was a regional name for Delroth? Tio made a note of the name somewhere in the back of his head, and considered doing some research on it at some point. He also committed Toan's nickname, the Spider, to memory. Code names and masks would become quite important to them all later on once they started to become more notorious, and it would make sense to use alias' already connected to the underworld.

"Excellent! Then we're all agreed!" Tio beamed, snatching the bottle of rum off the floor and refilling his glass. "Kleptes it is, unless we think up a better name some other time! Maybe we can steal any other good ones we come across? Gentlemen, a toast!" He raised his glass up. "To our glorious future! To Kleptes!" Once again Tio tipped his head back and knocked down the drink, swallowing the whole glass in a few quick gulps and shivering as the pleasant burning ran down his throat.

Once the effect of the rum had faded Tio pushed himself to his feet and rolled his shoulders. "Alrighty, now that's all sorted I had better be off. It's a long way back to Scalvoris, and I'm going to have to have to grease quite a few palms to get back in good time without drawing any attention. Obi would you mind seeing if you can get the orb working properly by the next time I make contact? I'd hate to have to sail here and back again for every mission. Spidey could you see if these contacts of yours can find out what will become of Graeslin and her crew? I'll be a pain to have them start hunting for us if they managed to avoid capture. I'll start looking around for softer targets we can go after. Like I said expect to hear from me in a few season." He shot them a wave as he headed for the stairs. "See you later guys. Enjoy the rum."

With a spring in his step Tio hopped down the stairs and out the door, then disappeared into the shadows of a nearby alley with a impish smirk plastered acroos his face. Everything had gone just as he'd hoped it would. From this humble beginning the three of them were going to create something awe-inspiring, something that parents would tell their children stories about for arcs to come! Soon the name Kleptes would ring in the ear of every man, woman and child across the world, and the greatest treasures in existence would fall into the palm of his hand!

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And that's a wrap! If you guys want to make one final ending post and PM me the knowledges you'd like I'll get a review request put up. I'll also get a page up for us in the factions forum, and we can discuss where we want to hit for our next heist!
Thank you both so much for the thread! I had a great time plotting with you!