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When Levantris woke up, the first things that entered his mind were guilt and sadness. He laid there, alone, in his private room, basking in the emotion and thinking about his past, shivering at some of the things he recalled. And this continued, years of events gone by and people that were forgotten, remembered in what seemed like a personal slideshow.
But then he remembered where he was. He was in the Black Arms' Hideout, and he was supposed to be emotionless, supposed to be someone else. That's right... this world is different. He didn't have a soul; the memories were stronger than they were last time... but that was all gone now. It was back to business, back to thievery. So he felt it all rushing back, all the emotion flowing away as if it had never existed, and his usual mood returned to him like a spirit finding its place within a host.
Levantris opened the door slowly, and then slinked out quickly and shut the door in a flash, and then he calmed down and began to walk briskly through the hallways, up the stairs, intent on visiting two places, one of them being the all-member meeting room on the ground floor where he would tell the thieves that were assigned to the Rising Sun Deal that he wouldn't be able to attend, because of sudden... personal matters.
He was walking through the first basement floor, sweat beginning to form on his face due to the increasing temperature. The hallway he had been walking through was filled with metal doors, even more so than the lower floors. They contained random things, such as less-than-valuable trinkets, mops and buckets that had never been used, and just plain empty rooms with nothing in them.
Making a right at the junction, he came to the large room that held exactly what he was looking for, the team that would work the Castle.
"Yeah, and then... oh! Um, Levantris!" Marent noticed Levantris walking in, and then he shot a quick glance at Patrick and then looked back to Levantris.

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"Mm. Where's Frojkal? He's supposed to be here."
"I'm here, Levantris..." Frojkal walked into the room and leaned against the darkest corner of it.
"Good. Now, here's the deal on this. Something just came up and I have to take care of it. So I can't be there to help you in the Rising Sun Deal. I'm sure you all can pull it off. You all do have a strategy, right...?" Levantris moved his finger across the top of his chin.
"Yeah. So can we leave now? Promise we'll bring back something extra shiny for you!" O'Hinal winked at Levantris and began to whistle an innocent tune.
"Sure. Although if any of you come back dead, your bones are gonna be in Savlon's stomach tonight. Kay?" Levantris took a knife out from his cloak and began whirling it around.
"Oh yeah, that's real nice, man. Besides, if I die, who's gonna take care of my hair?!" Jerry hit his hair, looked down, and scoffed.
"Shut up, Jerry! Let's go." Patrick tugged at Jerry and a skidding sound was heard as Jerry's boots moved across the floor.
"Ha ha, I can't wait to bring back the loot!" Marent jumped and then ran out of the room.
Frojkal and O'Hinal left the room at the same time, O'Hinal muttering something to Frojkal and Frojkal not responding, but listening intently on what he had to say.
"Now, to find her..." Levantris whirled around, put on his hood, and began to head towards the lower floors to look for Sonia. He had something he wanted to tell her...

The five thieves snuck out of the Hideout, the sky still dark and no one but the rats awake. Silently, they ran along the shadows of the streets, making no sound as their boots flew along the ground. Past the remains of the sword shop and the clothes shop, and then they crouched down and slid along the edges of the fountain like fleeting shadows, and then they became dark figures on the castle walls, ready to infiltrate the castle.
"So how do we get in?" Marent whispered.
"Route 3. Follow..." Frojkal replied.

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"Ok." Marent and the others followed close behind Frojkal, taking intricate care not to make much sound as they slid across the walls to their eastern side.
"Check this, Froj." O'Hinal slipped out a knife, and attached a piece of rope to it, and then threw it across the edge of the wall, making a whirling sound in the still air and landing in the ground at a low angle, low enough so that the grass shielded the knife from sight. O'Hinal then tied another knife to the rope, and stuck it in the ground just beyond the walls. He flicked the rope with his finger, and whispered with a soft laugh,
"See? Easy tripwire. Just in case we get caught and we gotta run."
"Cool. But how do we-" Patrick began, but Frojkal waved his hand in front of him, signaling him to be quiet. He shot a quick glance at the castle grounds, and then bolted across the wall like a trained assassin. He examined the grounds again, and then made a beckoning motion by moving his fingers inward to the rest of the team.
They darted across the opening easily, and then they slid into the castle's grounds, easily jumping the fences that guarded the Garden of Tranquility, making sure that they remained as stealthy as possible. The sky was still dark, so they had a very good chance of not being seen, unless they made a fatal mistake...
"Right. Hit the kitchen first?" Jerry asked.
"Omigosh! We're in the garden! Like, we're near the king! This rocks!" Marent almost said out loud.
The other four thieves looked at Marent like they were going to eat him alive. He lunged back, and whispered,
"Ok, sorry! So, the kitchen?"
"Yes. Jerry and Marent, hit the kitchen and the banquet room. Patrick, loot the library. O'Hinal, help me get the other side... we all meet back at this spot. Do not get caught! If we get caught before the cutoff point, we'll have to flee like barbarians! Now move out..." Frojkal started to approach the back door of the kitchen.

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Frojkal reached the door, and pulled out a slender, gray object that turned black in the night. He inserted it into the door, and picked it ever so carefully, making sure to make as little noise as possible. A soft click was heard, and the door slowly creaked open, as Frojkal slid in, like a thief would. The others followed in, the last one being Marent to leave the door open.
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Levantris walked through the hallways of the second basement floor, chewing something in his mouth as he went along. He rounded a corner, went left on a 3-way junction, ambled down another hallway to its end, and then he spat out whatever he was chewing on the ground, which resulted in a voice crying out from the other corner.
"Hey! Watch where you're spitting! You could've gotten some on me!" the voice was annoyed, but it didn't sound like a normal member.
Levantris looked over the corner, and noticed Sonia, with the set of keys, the shiny, golden key in her hand. He raised his head, put his finger on his chin, and asked,
"You'll be fine. What are you looking for? Especially with a key like that..."
Sonia backed up a little bit, managed to shrug a little, and was generally feeling like she should take off and not tell him anything. It wasn't her will that told her to do it; it felt like the key had a mind of its own and was passing on vibes to her.
"Umm... I just wanted to see what this would unlock..."
"Aye. Let me have it. Now. I must've thrown you the wrong set of keys." He reached out his hand to take it.
Sonia was about to hand him the key ring so he could take care of it, but she stopped for a second. Why should she give it to him? Because he was the Senior and could kill her. But if she gave it away, she would never know what it would unlock!
Before she could manage to decide, Levantris looked off to the side, grabbed the keys from her, and walked off at a swift pace.

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"Ha. This is easy. Almost too easy." Marent shoved some silverware into his bag, his greedy smile almost sparkling dimly in the darkness.
"Shoot me, Marent. Shoot! Me! I got a fork stuck in my hair!" Jerry came out of the banquet room and crashed into Marent, the fork ripping out some of his hair by the roots as he fell onto the floor next to the table where he had picked up the culprit of a fork.
"I think I'm gonna cry! I seriously am going to cry! Hold me! And cover my hair! Aaaaaah!" Jerry ran out of the building, sobbing like a toddler who had just gotten his favorite toy taken away.
"What in Zamorak's face is going on here??" Patrick came into the kitchen, his brown bag showing numerous spikes in it from the books he had stuffed it with.
"I swear... we are going to die... Jerry ran out and went wailing worse than a kid who got scammed." Marent was shaking a little in his boots, but Patrick couldn't see that.
"And stealing this golden blade is worth trekking onto the second floor, O'Hinal...? Strange." Frojkal examined a bronze vase with elegant, engraved wavy lines and then put it into his bag.
O'Hinal held up the golden blade, which actually sparkled a little. It was like a scimitar, but longer in length, and its hilt was coated in a strange, slippery substance that made it slightly hard to hold.
"Oh yes, Frojkal. You don't know what something like this will sell for! It is totally worth coming up here for."
Frojkal looked out the window he was near, between two clinky suits of armor that hadn't been washed since they were put there decades ago.
The light was beginning to shine outside, and in the far-off distance, across the room that they were in and down near the King's room, guards began to yawn and put on their uniforms.
"We have to hurry... now!" Frojkal began to run as silently as he could towards the stairs, O'Hinal nodding and following.

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Frojkal and O'Hinal rushed down the stairs, about to dart past the King's room and into the kitchen and out to the garden, then out and halfway to safety, when they heard Jerry's cry of,
"My hair!! Oh, why me?? Why now??" from outside.
They looked at each other like they were going to jump off a cliff together, with no other choice. They stared into each other's eyes for a split second, and then took off faster than speed demons towards the kitchen, beginning to pant as a guard's shadow was barely visible on the wall near it.
When they reached the edge, O'Hinal pulled out a knife and threw it to the left blindly, but a scream was heard from a guard as the knife sunk into his arm, blood flowing out and spilling onto the ground. Guards then began to flood the central castle area, as Frojkal and O'Hinal rushed out of the castle and found Marent and Patrick backed up against the wall, five guards surrounding them.
"Leave 'em alone, you half-witted generic wimps!" O'Hinal whipped out two knives and they skewered two guards' necks, their screams muffled by the gurgling blood in their throats as they fell in front of Marent and Patrick, who then tripped two more guards as they turned around to see who had killed their brothers.
"Bring it, you dirty thieves! I'll kill you all!" The last guard pulled his bronze sword from its scabbard, and waved it back and forth at the four thieves, ready to attack and/or deflect.
Frojkal glared at him and shook his head back and forth, ready to pull out a knife and insert it through the guard's intestines, and he was reaching for his belt, when an iron square shield whacked him in the back of his head and he fell to the ground, mumbling some curse as he fell.
The four thieves turned around, and they saw at least twenty guards, some wielding crossbows, others wielding swords and axes. But they all had one thing in common...
They knew that these thieves were pretty much dead.
->!<- End of Chapter 6 ->!<-

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Well, wasn't *that* a long chapter... you're most likely going to want to know what happens next, but if you're feeling tired or have to do something else, you can stop, you know. This is a perfectly good save point. ^_^

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24-Nov-2007 08:09:57 - Last edited on 25-Nov-2007 06:33:41 by Parakarry267

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<^><$= Chapter 7: Breakers on the Beach =$><^>
"Froj... Froj!! Get up!" O'Hinal shook him, while the guards were still calm.
One of them stepped out, and his helm was made of steel, and now the sun was peeking over the edge of the skyline, so that it reflected off of his steel helmet.
"You can either surrender right now and possibly live, or die. Choose!" He pointed out his sword and directed it at Frojkal's body, unconscious on the ground.
O'Hinal stood in his place, as Marent and Patrick looked down at the ground, their morales cut and shredded into pieces like a badly cut piece of tapestry. He turned around, and noticed three guards ready to kill him should he try to escape. But he couldn't leave Frojkal here, to die at the hands of these gritty little law-enforcers... especially being as helpless as he was now.
He chose what he had to do.
O'Hinal threw his sack of loot into the air, all the trinkets spilling out through the air, while the guards stared up at the shiny things floating above their heads. Marent got the idea and whacked the three guards with his bag, but he couldn't hold it and it rolled on the ground, all the silverware spilling out onto the early morning grass. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, as O'Hinal grabbed Frojkal's body, and Marent and Patrick began to run for the fence that was the gate between life and death.
The guards were in for a rude awakening as the trinkets pounded them on their heads, and if they weren't wearing helmets, the blows would've knocked them out instantly. But it only caused them to dance for about a second, and then they all got up and charged from the fugitives, who were halfway over the green fence.
The archers began to shoot at them, and their arrows weren't far from their targets, but they missed none-the-less. O'Hinal threw Frojkal over the fence, and then jumped over himself, looking back grudgingly at the guards.

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Just as O'Hinal turned around, an arrow whistled through the holes in the fence and made his thick blood explode like a volcano as it cut through his skin and exposed the blood vessels within. He cringed, dropping Frojkal's body which thudded on the ground as he reached for the arrow, and then, from out of nowhere, Jerry ran in, his hair on fire and his screams make the guards turn around and laugh, before they clumsily tried to stab him with their swords. He sprinted towards the fence and crashed right through it, still screaming his head off as if his worst nightmare had just come true, which it probably had.
Then, he started to run around the garden, followed by his tripping over on the tripwire that O'Hinal had made, which caused the knives embedded in the ground to fly out, loosen from their rope coats, and dig themselves into the fence at such a speed, that the fence began to topple over and was going to crash onto the guards.
"Stop! Aaaaaah! Drop! Aaaaah! Roll! Aaaaaah! Stop! Aaaaaaah! Drop! Aaaaaaaah! Roll! Aaaaaaaaaah!" Jerry cried out as he rolled on the grass, trying to put the fire in his hair out.
Patrick jumped on Jerry's head and stamped out the fire, while the guards ran back as the fence began to fall on them and break apart into pieces, along with some of the plants in the garden being brutally mutilated, their beautiful stems and flowers becoming a shredded mess of plant fluids and tattered flower petals, splattered all over the pieces of the fence.
Jerry began to sob again and he ran out of the premises, and O'Hinal ripped out the arrow in his arm, shouted as if he had just lost the biggest game of his life, stamped the ground and even ripped out some of the grass by its roots, and then ran out of the castle'* borders, Frojkal's body on his shoulder.
Marent and Patrick were looking at each other like they had just been caught following a lovely woman, and then they darted out with whatever they had left, hoping they would live.

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The five ran down the streets, exposed entirely in the morning sun, although considering the activity of Varrock, a bunch of guys running through the streets wasn't too uncommon, unless you were a bunch of thieves with a horde of guards trying to catch you...
"I swear, we're all gonna die!" Patrick shouted as he shoved over a man in full bronze armor, running towards the general store with all the books in his pack.
"Don't give up 'til it's time for giving up!" O'Hinal was just in front of Patrick.
"Hey, you thieves! There's no escape, you know!!" the front guard shouted as he led his squad past Horvik's armory, all their armor gleaming brilliantly in the sun as they pursued the thieves.
The five were past the wasted general store now, and they couldn't head back to the hideout with the guards after them, so Jerry, being the leader of the pack and at least trying to make himself look half-stable, darted into the Blue Moon Inn, screamed like a banshee, and then threw over a table and took a pint of beer from another table that a rather large and greasy man was about to grasp. He shattered it on his head, which caused him to growl and then charge at Jerry in a drunk rage.
The other four threw over the other tables and threw glasses of beer in all random directions, plus O'Hinal even slipped out a knife and threw it straight into the leg of another drunk, which caused him to bang his chests with his fists like a gorilla, growling and shouting and then charging towards the bartender. This caused him to cry out and dive off to the side like a timid warrior, and then the five thieves ran up the stairs and left the guards to settle the free-for-all that had been started downstairs, thugs and drunks and even the mad dwarf that stopped by every now and then to pull whatever weapon was at hand and try to pummel, stab, slash, or mutilate the closest living thing, resulting in a war-like bloodbath.

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