Zorro Means Fox

The exaggerated exaggerations of a daily life.

Monday, July 03, 2006

Winternest Part 2

The guildhouse door burst open as the young kitsune barreled his way in shoulder-first. He spun on the handle, using his weight to push the heavy door closed again. Sirus' feet strained as he pushed against the floor. He held the pot out with one hand while the other pulled the heavy bar into place.

He slid to the door with a sigh. The guildhouse appeared silent, but behind each wall was a trained assassin, a guard of the highest eschelon of the Theives Guild. They each carried a chained knife, a hand crossbow and enough poison to knock out an entire city. Hopefully it would be enough to stop whatever was chasing him, though how long he might live after this was over he wasn't sure. But the Theives Guild prized the ability to turn invisible and it looked like Sirus would have to do just that.

He moved slowly through the lobby to a side door. Through the door was a long, beige coloured carpetted hallway leading to a second door. Behind the door was a staircase leading downwards to the city's underground. The guild was like any Theives Guild; it put on a simple exterior, a pretty gameface, and the promise of a deep, dark secret.

Down the staircase was another room: a lobby where the entry level thieves gathered, where the leader of their section had his offices. It was well hierarchically set out, probably, ironically the most organised in the city. Sirus walked down the corridor holding onto his prize. This was his goal, the item he had to steal to rise to the next level in the guild. He'd been told to find a piece of pottery from a rich man's home, and he had the bad luck to pick something that murderers were out for too.

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