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Tales of Airousse Moor One
Thieves Guild, of Blessings and Curses
Worming her way through a narrow air shaft Kayren lowered herself into
the room. Not trusting the small rug under the air shaft she swung
herself to a clear patch of floor. Landing safely she quickly went to
work on the locked door. Finding an odd resistance as she slid the door
open less than a millimeter she began a check for traps. She discovered
a deadfall and quickly disarmed it. After locking the door behind her
and rearming the trap, she carefully moved across the room to a small
pedicel the object of her search rested upon its top. She looked at the
pedicel and brought out a tube of resin carefully squirting the mixture
into the four corners of the top plate. She waited for the resin to set
then carefully removed the golden A from the pedicel then proceeded out
by a different rout taking care to making sure all signs of the break-in
were hidden while leaving seemly amateurish clues to the escape route.
Soon she was on the street and away.
The next day she turned in her homework. The junior class went to the
lab and began to try to analyze the scene of the crime. They concluded
the job was done by someone that worked for the lab; it had to be an
inside job. That evening the faculty of the Thieves Guild Academy
pronounced Kayren ready for her graduation exercise.
Kayren was at first overjoyed at the news only ten members of the senior
class were deemed worthy of the graduation exercise that could move them
from the ranks of student to apprentice. The students that did the most
impressive exercise would qualify for the inspector track. Students were
allowed to work in groups and use outside help but no more then three
students could be in any one group.
Kayren had grown up a child of the streets she never knew her father her
mother worked nights on the street of lanterns. A drab mousey looking
tomboy with a restless energy and intelligence, she was not of a type to
do well in her mother's ancient profession. Despite being just shy of
ugly she did make and hold friends. One of her longest held and dearest
friends was Jarken Kendell. Jarken was the second son of a merchant
family. To Jarken's family Kayren was always, "That little ragamuffin
you hang around with." They were friends and coconspirators for two
years before his parents realized she was a girl. There are some who
would say that Jarken, who grew to be a rather handsome young man, never
realized it. It was Jarken, who was very bright and had access to some
of the best local education could offer, that taught her to read.
Kayren became an avid reader she read everything she could get her hands
on and she had very clever hands. It was her habit of barrowing books
that gained her the sponsor that paid her way into her guild. She
acquired a ledger from one of Jarken's grandfather's partners, a ledger
that was not intended for the elder Mr. Kendell's eye. Much to the
chagrin of Jarken's mother the Kendell patriarch was very grateful to
uncover his partner's duplicity. A practical man grandfather Kendell
sponsored Kayren's career in law enforcement.
Let's pause for a moment in the telling of this tale. At this time you
are probably looking at that last paragraph and saying, "Law enforcement,
I thought you said Kayren was in the Thieves Guild Academy." Let us
take
this time to add a bit of social political perspective. Airousse Moor is
not exactly your standard medieval town it was founded as a neutral
meeting ground for wizards. It is sits in the middle of a multi
dimensional rift in its own little pocket universe. It has easy access
to over two hundred different dimensions, in over two dozen universes it
is visible as a floating island in the sky (visible but intangible). The
powerful wizards that came to this neutral place to learn and trade kept
to very simple rules:
Rule one. Wizards will take their duels or battles elsewhere.
Rule two. Any Wizard who breaks rule one is any enemy to all Wizards and
forfeits the protection of Rule one.
Rule three. For all non Wizards don't piss off a Wizard
Rule four. Wizards are allowed to creatively express their displeasure
against non wizards and apprentices so long as they are able to explain
to the wizards counsel what pissed them off.
Rule five. Try to be proportionate.
The great wealth and magic available in the city brought in merchants and
craftsmen. Needless to say, the above rules did little to protect these
less magical citizens with the exception of a few cherished protected
well sponsored affiliates. The mages really did not care. This created
a bit of a power vacuum. With no law to administer, what was becoming a
large city, non magical mayhem ran rampant. Into this environment came a
talented entrepreneur organizing the outlaw element and selling
protection. It is said if you outlaw anything a black market will
provide. In Airousse Moor organized law enforcement was not provided and
in a city with thousands of travelers and transients, protection was
more
than controlling the local thugs. The Thieves Guild of Airousse Moor
became the source of law and order.
The Thieves Guild Academy trained thieves, bodyguards, spies, assassins,
police, bounty hunters, ninja, and even an order of monks producing some
of the best operatives in the multiverse. The best of the best became
the Thieves Guild Enforcers or as the uninitiated called them Airousse
Moor Police Inspectors.
On the inspector track Kayren could expect to make Inspector in one to
four years and retire after ten years the financial compensation was
incredible. Trying to bribe an inspector was expensive and difficult,
Kings were cheaper to ransom. To pass the graduation exercise the
student had to take an item of value and keep it safe for two days
returning it to the Master of the Test on the day of grading. Judging
would be based on value of the object, difficulty in obtaining it, and
not getting caught.
Kayren was a very talented student she learned fastest of all the
students in her class and she was a natural athlete. She had a talent
for mechanics that amazed her instructors. She also had a bit of a
competitive streak. Her chief rival for class standing was Herman
Holtzer. While Kayren greatest strengths were technical proficiency and
near invisibility. Herman was the master of the con game. Herman had
that sort of charisma that never quit. He was reasonably good at most
things and could talk his way out of anything. In their grifting class
they teamed up, with Herman acting as pitch man while Kayren played the
shill. They worked so well together that the class began threatening to
sabotage them if they ever teamed up again. Kayren was never really good
at giving the pitch herself she was just a little too plain to get
anyone's attention.
The ten graduation candidates quickly formed teams, Herman headed a three
man team, and six others paired up leaving Kayren as odd man out. This
did not bother Kayren for she had a secret ally. Jarken Kendell owed her
a big favor the tall handsome red headed apprentice wizard was at a
career crisis this time last year. In most branches of wizardry Jarken
was at the top of his class, his warding instructor said he was his best
pupil he had seen in a century. Divination was his Achilles' heel. In
point of fact Jarken was in danger of failing divination. The divination
final was very simple all the student had to do was answer twenty simple
questions on a piece of paper hidden in a well protected vault, and so
it
was that he turned to his trusted childhood friend for help. With
Jarken's aid Kayren gained access to the questions and Jarken Kendell
passed the exam. Pulling off a job in the wizardry school, he owed her a
big time and now was the time to collect.
The graduation candidates were given a list of forty buildings; all had
consented to be part of the exercise. The candidates were told that the
security staffs were alerted that they were to be tested within the
month. The candidates were then given three weeks to complete their
assignment. Kayren began a review of all potential targets doing
preliminary research on all forty buildings. She narrowed it down to ten
she really wanted to case but visited them all so as not to tip her
hand.
To impress her instructors Kayren needed something suitably daring and
not tried before. One of the participating buildings was the Temple of
Olaneapa Goddess of rogues, thieves, beauty, and luck. Many of the most
beautiful and wealthy women in Airousse Moor paid small fortunes to stay
for an hour in the room were the orders holy relic was kept. The area
was well guarded and heavily warded. Kayren remembered Jarken how good
he was with wards; it started her on a new line of thinking.
Jarken had taught her far more about magical wards then most thieves ever
learned. He often joked she had such a knack for magic that he was glad
she chose another profession. Competition for grades among young
wizardry students was fierce enough without her.
Kayren had noticed that most of the guards at the Temple of Olaneapa were
for crowd control or show. At the end of the day most of the guards went
home. The real security was dependant on traps and wards. Jarken gave
Kayren a small device that allowed him to sample the wards remotely she
used it to scout the temple a second time, afterwards they made their
plans.
The night that Kayren made her way into the temple was almost
anticlimactic after all the planning and rehearsals. At night there were
only two guards. One guard walked the outside perimeter, proper timing
was that was needed to get past him and into a third floor balcony used
by the high priestess to address crowds on feast days. After the guard
passed, Kayren quickly scaled the building's exterior and made her entry
through the balcony door. Exercising great caution and stealth she
located the interior guard and used a prepackaged spell to render her
unconscious. Now came the hard part with Jarken aid she had to bypass
the wards and work her way though a system of traps and locks to the holy
relic. The relic was a breathtaking eight inch tall statue of a
seductive young woman. Two small perfect emeralds were the statues eyes.
So breathtaking was the golden statue that Kayren stood for a moment in
awe of the site. Quickly recovering her professional demeanor Kayren
began the process of extricating the statue from its crystal case and
placing it in a tubular carrying case of her own construction.
Exiting was a trickier procedure then entering. Kayren carefully reset
the traps and wards and cleaned any trace of her entry. Carefully she
returned to the balcony where she waited for the passing of the outside
guard. After the guard passed Kayren made good her escape.
It was almost dawn by the time Kayren arrived with the package the place
they met was a secrete place they had found as children. It was an
unused subbasement of an abandoned shop. The shop was now being used by
a milliner; the new owner had never discovered their secret lair or its
entrance under a large rose bush off a back ally. Over the years the two
friends had done what they could to enhance the security and comfort of
their little hidey-hole. They only had shared this secret two other
people, Nate Porthose had become a mercenary soldier and was worlds away,
and poor Sanarth who ran afoul of a powerful visiting wizard.
Jarken Kendell was both excited and nervous as he admitted Kayren to the
subterranean chamber.
"Did you get it," asked Jarken as soon as he closed the wards.
"No, I just wanted to get you alone for the night," she teased.
"Was there something you needed to talk about?" he asked sympathetically.
Somewhat frustrated that she could not even tease him into thinking a
sexual thought about her she opened the tube that held the statue
theatrically and simply said, "Just kidding here it is."
Jarken Kendell's reaction was not quite what she expected. The awe she
felt when she first viewed the statue was not present on his face.
Instead there was a frustrated rage. It took him some time to come to
grips with his feeling and regain his tongue.
"I have seen this statue before," gasped Jarken.
"How, it has never been out of the temple in our life and they only
rarely allow men into the room where it was kept," asked Kayren?
"Divination," said Jarken.
"You said you were lousy at divination," said Kayren.
"That, that, that's it, all my divination attempts all I could ever see
was that," complained Jarken pointing at the small idol.
"What do you think it means?" asked Kayren.
"It means we don't take any chances, we double bolt the door add extra
wards and non-detection spells and use the death sleep," said Jarken.
"The death sleep, that is a little extreme, I thought we were just going
to read and play cards for the next two days," said Kayren.
The crystal case it was in must have had a masking effect, that thing is
a major artifact. I will need to use every trick I know to hide it and
us. Its magic feeds and amplifies life energy the death sleep will keep
it from lighting us up like a magical beacon. With the death sleep and
the wards we should be able to remain hidden for the two days otherwise
we might as well put out a sign saying secret lair here.
For the next hour Jarken painstakingly made preparations for the "big
sleep" as he was now calling it. He painstakingly finished the last of
his spells then placed the holy relic in its tubular container under his
bedding he then brought the two carefully measured doses of potion to the
beds that Kayren had built here. He gave Kayren a vile of potion and
kept one for himself.
"Tell me one last time how this stuff works again," asked Kayren with
some trepidation.
"It will put us in a death like sleep for two days, then we will wake up,
it will give the no indication we are among the living to anyone trying
to locate us. So anyone trying to find us, or any trace of the item, or
the thief that stole it, will get the indication that the thief is dead
and the item is no longer in her possession, any other type of divination
will be we met with other misdirection," said Jarken.
"Says the man who had to cheat to avoid flunky divination," griped
Kayren.
"I was good at all the counter techniques I just could not do any viewing
without seeing her," he said pointing under to the lump in the bedding.
"Do you think your fate is linked to that thing somehow?" asked Kayren.
"Unfortunately I believe so, I fear far more rests on are little
adventure then your guild test," said Jarken.
"Well let's test our fate and trust the Goddess," said Kayren.
"Where did you get that line from?" asked Jarken.
"The front door of the Temple of Olaneapa," replied Kayren.
"Wonderful," said Jarken.
"Oh well, bottoms up," said Kayren.
"Bottoms up," replied Jarken downing his vile.
Kayren drank her vile and complained, "Couldn't you make this stuff taste
any better?"
"Sorry it doesn't mix well with chocolate," Jarken apologized.
The results were kind of anticlimactic they exchange conversation for
about fifteen minutes before drifting off to sleep.
The first thing Kayren noticed was being cold. She spent a good time
shivering under the covers until her body warmed itself up enough for her
to begin thinking clearly. She still hid under the covers for a bit.
When she finally ventured forth she found, much to her surprise, the room
was not that cold. She used a chamber pot and slowly started the
business of a new day. As wakefulness increased she noticed her garments
were not fitting properly. Suddenly she noticed her hair, it was longer
and the wrong color. She adjusted the small magically glowing light
source give more light, then staggered to a mirror.
Her mousy sand colored hair was now a golden blond; her pale gray eyes
had turned a vivid blue. Her lips were fuller and her completion had
cleared up more that it almost glowed. She gave a closer look at the
rest of her body. Her stomach had always been trim, but for the most
part she had always had the figure of a stick. Now she found she had
ample curves. Her breast and but had grown full and round giving her a
most pleasing shape. She stared at the mirror, amazed at the beauty that
returned her gaze. Now people would notice her, now she could deliver
the pitch rather than play the shill. It might make it more difficult to
hide in a crowd, but it sure would get men such as Jarken or Herman to
see her as a woman. Jarken! Suddenly she began wondering about her
partner in crime. Her eyes moved to his bed as a head emerged covered in
coppery curls as Jarken's now dazzling green eyes opened the most
beautiful women in all of Airousse Moor began to scream.
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