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Questionable Shapeshifter
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 Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 1:09 pm
A thief, a trader, a marauder, a jack-of-all-trades...If you needed something, Belvoul was likely to get it for you--at a price. If there was something Belvoul wanted, then neither stars nor life were too far from his reach. All that glittered, and all things precious...They were at his whim to snatch, tease, and toy with.
Or, so Belvoul liked to imagine himself to be.
He was an egotistic creature, and his accomplishments and reputations only made to puff him his thoughts of himself even more. And after tonight's heist...
Out of the woods and onto the roofs of the quiet seaside town, Belvoul moved swiftly and silently. He had heard about a group of sea-faring dragons, back home from amassing some sort of valued good...Needless to say, the news spread quickly and Belvoul was out to snatch it.
This new moon night had an odd chill to it...
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 4:21 pm
 Argyle was the sly little lady who was often wrongly invited to the right company. Thou she hated dresses and girly clothes, she wasn't unfamiliar with slipping such a costume on in order to score some gold. And tonight was just such a night where certain things had to be done.
Thou she was a great captain, she was also good at keeping herself unknown. Many seafarers had heard of her name, but never seen her face. This way she could trick almost anyone she would stumble upon, provided they were still strangers to her. A great advantage when you you have more brains than muscles, and this was exactly how she'd gotten her way into the dragons' den.
She had broken from her crew for a while, deciding it was best they stayed low for a while, but when she heard about such a big score, she just had to get her share, with or without their help. Dressed out as a pleasure girl, she was kindly invited to their little celebration. Who would suspect a simple lady to be of any threat? Little did they know that they'd invited an enemy at their table.
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Questionable Shapeshifter
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 8:13 pm
Belvoul eyed the the ship eagerly, blending easily into the darkness with his pelt. About 4[drunk] dragons patrolling the top of the ship, that he could spot immediately. The rest were no doubts strolling around below deck, but most kept in one room where they were surely celebrating--He could see where the lights on the ship seemed to gather the most. 'That alone would be able 12 Dragons or so, not including security measures for the treasure,' he thought to himself, 'Depending on what it is, it could be kept in a separate room or right next to the captain's quarters...Come to think of it...'
What exactly was the treasure?
He hadn't realized till just now, but there were no news on what this 'valued goods' actually were, or was. He heard nothing about an 'object' or a 'hoard', not so much if it was gold, coins, or a map. Strangely enough, though, even the town seemed excited. But if he listened carefully, he would still hear nothing of what the treasure actually was.
'It must be a single object then, and not too big,' he pondered, 'Then it'll be closer to the Captain than anything.
. . .This'll be fun.'
In moments, Belvoul had snucked onto the ship and made his way into an empty hall. The cheers and drunken singing of celebratory crew-mates were far behind him...As he suspected, most of them were in one room. Now all he had to do was hide in wait for the Captain...Oh, what's this?
'Now THERE'S a little trinket that doesn't belong here,' Belvoul smirked to himself, spotting Argyle amongst the crowd from above. Who knows, perhaps he'll make way with TWO treasures tonight...
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 5:22 pm
They made her sick, the whole lot of them. In their drunken joy, most of the crew members seemed completely unaware of what they were actually celebrating. No wonder the news never got out of WHAT the treasure is, when no one unreliable was told. This captain knows what he's doing, that's for sure...
But even so, he'd made one huge miss that night, ordering the boys to go find some company. So she sat there by his table, watching them throw dice for useless pennies, as she tried to figure it out on her own. She couldn't see anything especially shiny nearby, but she couldn't imagine the captain leaving it unattended. And none of his "guards" were clever enough to look beneath her hat. No, she was armed to her teeth with pointy little objects that may come in handy, and no one dared touch her without the captain's approval.
But something didn't feel right. Everything went according to plan, but a creeping feeling that she may have missed something made her weary. She kept eyeing every exit, making sure she knew every hatch, hole and door by heart. At some point, the heat of the party would start cooling off, and the captain would start to feel lonesome. If the treasure wasn't here, it would most certainly be at the most private spot he could think of. But even thou the rest were easy targets, the captain barely drank a sip of alcohol. If she wasn't careful, he might get suspicious. She had to act as natural as she possibly could. Argyle slipped in behind him, leaned down and whispered tenderly in his ear.
"Hey cap'n. Why don'cha let me make ya one of my all famous cocktails? Made with love, just for you..."
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