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Thoughts and ideas, will probably expand on the world

summary:
The young thief Dagga the dagger sent on a mission to steal a noble's family jewels until his mission goes awry.", "writing": "The moon hung high and bright in the sky, full and gleaming. What a perfect night for a heist… but not just any heist.\n\nThe Thieves’ guild often gave special jobs for the more experienced and seasoned members, not your run of the mill home intruders, sometimes they have specialists come along for more important matters, such as, to procure certain items, sometimes certain documents that harm our way of life to sometimes artifacts that most churches want, or certain cults.\n\nThis job was no different from any of those special circumstances, and it’ll be the first special mission I have under my belt. I am tasked to steal some family jewels from the clan of Lockharts, a reclusive clan of leonins that live in their high towers near the kingdom’s central ring, a sign of nobility in the kingdom of Ambrox.\n\nGlad a job like this wasn’t given to someone like that cheating red panda Corey- this’ll show him that skill beats his fancy hocus pocus magic. He forgoes the common tools of the trade like lock picks, and hook and rope for fancy magic that tend to make certain jobs lose the artistic touch they need to be called a proper heist.\n\nThe night air was cool against what little fur I had showing. I had to cover myself in various layers of leathers just to not be seen. I often had to use dark colored cloth for camouflage and as to hide my pristine white fur, one I keep so clean, that other members of the guild often tease me as a lost noble.\n\nThey often stop their tasteless jabs when they see their belts in my paws and their pants between their ankles.\n\nMaking myself scarce and climbing up the tallest tower of the Lockhart compound, I could see all the way past the outer ring of the city, past the common folk and the slums and into a vast sea that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight, peaceful and serene, a rare sight for myself who rarely gets to go into the inner rings.\n\nMy goal was a large stained window that stared off into the west, it was described as facing where the sun rose as to greet the noble living in the top when he awakens in the morning, such paltry theatrics that will be the end of him.\n\nThe window that showed the proud feral leonin sigil of the family seemed to stare at me as I picked its lock, as if saying I wasn’t meant to be here, a thought that made me shiver as I slowly creeped into the now open window.\n\nA barely audible thud was all the sound in the dark room, the open window acting like a spotlight on my entrance that reminded me of those old plays when the main actors came on stage, in full focus and full of confidence.\n\nFate seemed to be on my side when I saw my mark next to a drunken young leonin that I can only presume is the current heir to the Lockhart name.\n\nSitting in the large display case lay two spherical gem laden eggs adorned with their family crest, the Lockhart family jewels. With what the guild would be paying me, maybe I could get a brand-new set of clothes to fit my new status in the guild.\n\nSlowly creeping towards the case, making sure not to make a sound, I wouldn’t want to have to deal with a drunken noble on a night like this, it’d be hard to explain what I was doing atop their 15 story tower in the middle of the night.\n\nThe case itself had three locks at the base, of which will not be a problem for someone like me. After several tries and three audible clicks later, the glass gives way to my prize, of which I gingerly slip into my enchanted pants of holding, I said magic wasn’t something for breaking in, but I never said anything about using magic to take more plunder.\n\nAs the two golden eggs fell into my possession, the doors leading further into the compound was kicked open as two guards broke forth weapons drawn.\n\n“Stop thief, those are the clan Lockhart’s family jewels, hand them over or we shall have to take it from you by force!” one guard shouts.\n\nI did what any sane member of the thieves’ guild would do in this situation, I tried to make my escape.\n\nClimbing back out the window was easy using my long fleshy tail to balance myself as I quickly descended the tower back where I came.\n\nRunning along the rooftops of the middle rings’ houses were easier than the inner rings with houses tightly knit and some even having tiny wooden bridges between them.\n\nNone of the guards seem to have caught up with me, but looking back over my shoulder made me miss the large iron fence between the outer and middle ring.\n\nBefore I planted my mousy snout into the hard iron fence, I was able to jump at the last minute to save my face, but not my pants. Planting me hard on my face as a terrible ripping sound could be heard from enchanted fabric worn from use was destroyed.\n\nThe iron bars had snagged my enchanted pants, spilling all their contents to the borders bellow, countless numbers of tiny coins, lock picks and my prize, the Lockhart family jewels.\n\nForgetting about my sudden state of nudity I reach out both hands where the fence would let me, trying to reach the jewels before I lost them forever, only for them to fall just out of my paws’ reach.\n\nDown below I saw nothing but the remains of my tattered pants and its contents, but not the jewels.\n\nBefore I could gather my thoughts to look for them a light shone on me, a light so bright I had to uncover my crotch and cover my eyes as to not lose my sight.\n\n“Well, well, well, what do we have here, another common perv running around, showing himself off” a voice said behind the light\n\n“Tsk, tsk, tsk, and this one seems not to have much to show” another voice follows with a laugh\n\nAs the light came closer, the voices revealed themselves to be outer ring guards. Lazy old guards with barely enough training.\n\nThe sound of rattling chains accompanied their spiteful jabs, which only made my face turn redder in return. Their chains wrapped themselves around my wrists, binding them together as they began to pull me along back to their barracks at the base of the wall.\n\nHopefully this night won’t last any longer and they won’t notice the tiny bit of pink that began peeking out of my sheath at their recent jabs.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The moon hung high and bright in the sky, full and gleaming. What a perfect night for a heist… but not just any heist.

The Thieves’ guild often gave special jobs for the more experienced and seasoned members, not your run of the mill home intruders, sometimes they have specialists come along for more important matters, such as, to procure certain items, sometimes certain documents that harm our way of life to sometimes artifacts that most churches want, or certain cults.

This job was no different from any of those special circumstances, and it’ll be the first special mission I have under my belt. I am tasked to steal some family jewels from the clan of Lockharts, a reclusive clan of leonins that live in their high towers near the kingdom’s central ring, a sign of nobility in the kingdom of Ambrox.

Glad a job like this wasn’t given to someone like that cheating red panda Corey- this’ll show him that skill beats his fancy hocus pocus magic. He forgoes the common tools of the trade like lock picks, and hook and rope for fancy magic that tend to make certain jobs lose the artistic touch they need to be called a proper heist.

The night air was cool against what little fur I had showing. I had to cover myself in various layers of leathers just to not be seen. I often had to use dark colored cloth for camouflage and as to hide my pristine white fur, one I keep so clean, that other members of the guild often tease me as a lost noble.

They often stop their tasteless jabs when they see their belts in my paws and their pants between their ankles.

Making myself scarce and climbing up the tallest tower of the Lockhart compound, I could see all the way past the outer ring of the city, past the common folk and the slums and into a vast sea that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight, peaceful and serene, a rare sight for myself who rarely gets to go into the inner rings.

My goal was a large stained window that stared off into the west, it was described as facing where the sun rose as to greet the noble living in the top when he awakens in the morning, such paltry theatrics that will be the end of him.

The window that showed the proud feral leonin sigil of the family seemed to stare at me as I picked its lock, as if saying I wasn’t meant to be here, a thought that made me shiver as I slowly creeped into the now open window.

A barely audible thud was all the sound in the dark room, the open window acting like a spotlight on my entrance that reminded me of those old plays when the main actors came on stage, in full focus and full of confidence.

Fate seemed to be on my side when I saw my mark next to a drunken young leonin that I can only presume is the current heir to the Lockhart name.

Sitting in the large display case lay two spherical gem laden eggs adorned with their family crest, the Lockhart family jewels. With what the guild would be paying me, maybe I could get a brand-new set of clothes to fit my new status in the guild.

Slowly creeping towards the case, making sure not to make a sound, I wouldn’t want to have to deal with a drunken noble on a night like this, it’d be hard to explain what I was doing atop their 15 story tower in the middle of the night.

The case itself had three locks at the base, of which will not be a problem for someone like me. After several tries and three audible clicks later, the glass gives way to my prize, of which I gingerly slip into my enchanted pants of holding, I said magic wasn’t something for breaking in, but I never said anything about using magic to take more plunder.

As the two golden eggs fell into my possession, the doors leading further into the compound was kicked open as two guards broke forth weapons drawn.

“Stop thief, those are the clan Lockhart’s family jewels, hand them over or we shall have to take it from you by force!” one guard shouts.

I did what any sane member of the thieves’ guild would do in this situation, I tried to make my escape.

Climbing back out the window was easy using my long fleshy tail to balance myself as I quickly descended the tower back where I came.

Running along the rooftops of the middle rings’ houses were easier than the inner rings with houses tightly knit and some even having tiny wooden bridges between them.

None of the guards seem to have caught up with me, but looking back over my shoulder made me miss the large iron fence between the outer and middle ring.

Before I planted my mousy snout into the hard iron fence, I was able to jump at the last minute to save my face, but not my pants. Planting me hard on my face as a terrible ripping sound could be heard from enchanted fabric worn from use was destroyed.

The iron bars had snagged my enchanted pants, spilling all their contents to the borders bellow, countless numbers of tiny coins, lock picks and my prize, the Lockhart family jewels.

Forgetting about my sudden state of nudity I reach out both hands where the fence would let me, trying to reach the jewels before I lost them forever, only for them to fall just out of my paws’ reach.

Down below I saw nothing but the remains of my tattered pants and its contents, but not the jewels.

Before I could gather my thoughts to look for them a light shone on me, a light so bright I had to uncover my crotch and cover my eyes as to not lose my sight.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here, another common perv running around, showing himself off” a voice said behind the light

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, and this one seems not to have much to show” another voice follows with a laugh

As the light came closer, the voices revealed themselves to be outer ring guards. Lazy old guards with barely enough training.

The sound of rattling chains accompanied their spiteful jabs, which only made my face turn redder in return. Their chains wrapped themselves around my wrists, binding them together as they began to pull me along back to their barracks at the base of the wall.

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