(OOC: I think I will. I'm getting bored standing here. And SS said he'd probably be gone a lot, but it's okay, we can handle him not being around as much as some other people, right? Now I'll write a post where she finds her stuff is missing after I go find my CD... hopefully. ^^;; )

OOC: I still think Celes shouldn't go along with getting rob from just because you said your a good thief... She's a ninja...

IC:
Zorha had gotten up and taken a seat in the back, drinking from an unlabeled bottle with a dark liquid in it.

Vace had almost fallen asleep when he sat back down from saying he would go, when he noticed his bag was lighter. He looked in and realized that most of his rations were gone. He thanked that he kept his money in a secret place since that one thief shortly after he arrived in the Southlands, but he still needed those rations to go on any long term journey since that was all the rations and some extra he would need to get to the next major city. He stayed leaned back, looking as if nothing happened, but now he was watching every shadowy corner for likly looking thieves. He noticed two strange men talking for a bit, then one left and returned with some jewelry all of a sudden. A short time later a third fellow came up looking annoyed, and the first gave him something. <Looks like as likely a suspect for a thief as anyone.> Vace thought, and stretched and got up, intent on heading over to confront the potential thief.

Argriv too whispered to the Thomas. "Are you just going to stand there and let them search everyone or are you going to stash your goods?"

Vace made his way through the crowd, now keeping an arm on his bag at all times to stop other thieves, and confronted the trio. He looked at Thomas, who was the one he pegged as the thief, and said, "Well there buddy, I've been watching you for a bit, and it seems you might be the one to see about something that might have been stolen, hmm?"

The King finished talking. "That will be plenty. You are all dismissed..."

The motly assortment walked out, but a pair of rather large guards grabbed Thomas. "You're coming with us."

He was hauled aside with Kal, the King, and a pair of Air caste Mages.

He was hauled into a room, and the king nodded to the air caste mages. They started chanting. The king sighed and said, "I hate doing this. It's not that we don't trust you....actually, yes it is. You stole from far too many people out there and we can't afford sticky fingers. And there's a very very pissed Fire Caste because you mistook him for someone else while he was trying to get to his next class."

Thomas' hands started to itch furiously. It ended slowly and the King explained, "Now, you cannot steal. You can only steal if Mr. Tethlis here says you can, and you can only steal what he specifies."

Thomas smirked and said, "Oh yah...I believe you."

As they let him leave, one of his hands went to the King's money pouch. The moment it touched, his hand started blistering with smoke rising off of it. Thomas jumped back, and started swearing from his now badly injured hand.

Kal shrugged. "You better go get a healer to check that. It'll need to completely healed for the trip."

OOC: Hehe... Sucker...

OOC: This means that you shouldn't piss off the High King of the elves. Or any other people for that matter, especially on the level of kings.

IC: Kal walked outside. Realistically, he didn't really need to prepare. They'd decided to give the remaining members exactly one day before they started out.

Kal himself had heard the wherebouts, and was now busy mocking up a route for them to get there in his head.

He turned to the man that had just walked up. "Dude, it don't matter. There's too much at stake here for us to risk him stealing our stuff and running off. To be precise, the world is at stake. This is a last-ditch effort, so we can't afford any chances."

ooc: http://www.synergizedsolutions.com/s...ers/nelson.gif
HAW HAW!

OOC: *snickers* no, not British. and try Mountain Time.

OOC: That was great, nothing like royal retribution to make you feel good in the morning...

"I've been alive for 360 years, of which 250 have been spent in service as one of the Ethereal caste. Yes, I have. I personally think that while they do have a good idea, having no mind to back it up is wasted. And you might wanna' go get ready for tommorrow. We've got a couple hundred miles to get done."

Sirach walked out of his corner and checked his bow, since he had little on him he didn't worry about being robbed. He looked at everyone getting ready to leave and waited for them to go first, for he preferred the back of the line "I wonder where we will be traveling first" he muttered.

OOC: We are past the meeting now, please post your preperations...

IC: The High King watched them go. "Do they have a chance of success." The King sighed. "I don't know. We should return to Ulthar."

"But...sir....just abandon them?"

"We aren't abandoning them, it's a one day's march to return. And besides...a wild card rests within their ranks."


***

Kal leaned his staff on the wall, and took the sword off, followed by the cloak. Great. A stuck up egotistical bastard was now the Grand Theogenist. And Kal'd thought he'd been branded as a radical BEFORE.

He sighed, stretched his shoulders and vaguely wondered, I want to go with Team Suicide why? Oh right...it was that or hang with the new GT.

OOC: This isn't going to end up like Soldiers of Light, or Axiom, is it?

IC:
Zorha had already checked all of his things, and was now walking around, just because he was bored.

Sirach double checked all the supplys in his bag, besides a missing apple everything was there. He then held his bow ready and stood at the back of the party. He stared at everyone and examined them, but still said nothing.

<Huh. I kinda expected more...> Johan quietly left and went to find an inn to stay for the night.
When he found one, he walked up to the receptionist and said, "I'll have the finest suite you have to offer."
Without looking up, she replied, "I'm sorry but someone has already reserved that room." She looked up. "Your highness! Oh, I'm so sorry! Right this way!"
While she was leading him to the room, Johan laughed to himself. <Gets 'em every time.>

OOC: In other words, he made an illusion to make himself look like the king.

Argriv quickly checked his poisons. Three sets of vials sat in the case. One, he knew, would knock out the opponent, one would quickly kill. The last was the most vile. It wouldn't kill, at least not for many weeks, and would cause the person infected excrusiating pain. He knew an easy antidote, of course, and often found this poison useful for interogations. He examined his blades, swong the sword about, allowing the his arms to get use to its balance, then shiethed it again. He packed his rations, and other belongings, made shore his quiver was full of bolts for the small crossbow he carried. A mortar and pestle went in, for the making of more poisons, and he made sure his arsen's kit and and disguise kit were both fully stocked. He put on his mail. He was ready.

Yuniko crossed her arms, talking to herself "They probably shouldn't have been so harsh on the pickpocket. I mean, that's the way he gets his food." She shrugged, "Not the most honorable way, but as long as he doesn't steal... from.." She trailed off. She had been getting ready, making sure all of her things were in order and just then she had noticed that one or two of her shurikens were missing, "...Son of a..." She fumed.
She paced through the area, searching for that good-for-nothing theif. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted him, standing by a wall and tending a few wounds in his hands. <That's gotta be the guy.>

She marched up to him, then when she approached him, she stuck out her hand, out of her sleeve came a throwing knife, centimeters from his jugular.
"I understand you're the theif... now I would recommend returning my possessions NOW..." She narrowed her eyes, nobody stole from her and got away with it, "...and you had better have a damn good for why I shouldn't kill you."

(OOC: I know I kinda controlled where Thomas was, but I needed her to do something about the stolen goods. Sorry about that.)

Edit OOC: Oh yeah, and i'm supposed to say SS has logged off, so don't expect the story to go anywhere until about 7 pm his time tomorrow.
And I would like to make the announcement that I won't really be around this weekend. I'll be visiting my brother at college, I might be able to check every now and then, but I will probably be hanging out with my brother and his friends a lot during that time.

"Where do we get some real food, and a tankerd of Ale?" James asked. "We're straving." Peter added.

OOC: And you want her to change her character just because your guy won't like her girl?

OOC: I don't think he means that.

OOC: SS has been seduced by the wiles of Prince of Persia. Pity his soul.

IC:
Kishan walked out of the building slightly bemused. He'd seen what the elves had done to that thief, and thought that it was really quite funny. Of course, he wasn't really in any danger from the thief, since he didn't have any money on him, or jewelery. And the thief was welcome to his arrows.

Rather than walk to find an inn for the night, he looked for a convenient overhang, and then swung himself up to roof level. Without the cash to pay for an inn, this was the next safest place to sleep, in his opinion, and, checking all his gear, he nestled into the crook of a chimney and fell into a light sleep.

When Sirach saw they wern't leaving till tommorow, he climed up a tree and went to sleep with one eye open.

OOC: PoP has stolen his soul? Alas gh0st, your brother will not be long for this world.

Alka shrugged and reached into his pockets, making sure that the equpment inside the extradimensional space was still there. Fortunately, nobody had thought to pick a nearly flat pocket, and he breathed easier knowing that his supplies were intact. He could summon his armor and axe to him at will, which made transport arrangements much easier.

As he left the building, he passed a young female ninja threatening someone. Somewhat bemused he decided to stick around and watch.

Zorha also noticed the female ninja about to kill the thief, so he sat back and decided to how it would turn out.

(OOC:SS!!! You took away my thief's ability to steal! What good is a thief that can't steal!)

Thomas was still sad. His way of life had ended until he could figure out a way to remove this curse from his hands! He was trying to wrap them up when a ninja girl stood before him, with her knife a few centimeters from his throat. He simply smiled calmly, as he looked from the knife to the girl.

"Nice knife. Lucky that the king cast that damn spell on me. I might have taken it, with the way you just handed it to me." Thomas looked closer at the girl.

"You know, you'd be kind of cute, if you didn't threaten people."

OOC: I really doubt SS would mind to much if Celes did painful things to your guy...

This idiot is going to need a lot of healing by the end of this...

(OOC: A little of both, I guess.)

Thomas continued to smile. He winked, and then in a quick move, his dagger was out of his belt and it clashed against Alka's knife.

"Don't think that because I'm a thief, I'm completely defenseless. I've gone through the same training you have, only I've become a thief." Thomas flipped the dagger around in his hand, and then placed it back in his belt.

"Now, if you don't mind, I've got a curse to lift, so, I'll give you your stuff back, and you just don't try to intimidate me again." Thomas looked over at a wooden post nearby. Stuck in it were a few shurikens. Thomas had thrown them while his dagger clashed with the girl's knife. He was guessing that the girl saw it.

"Hey, Drestron! You got any healing spells you can use? My hands aren't lookin' too good. Also, are you any good at breaking curses?"

OOC: That, and he knows that Celes wouldn't do anything to his character... She's not mean enough (She should be though)

OOC: I sense Tama the thief coming up. How long before he volunteers to take a bullet for her?

OOC: After Celes has her ninja blush because of the cute comment, instead of gutting the guy like she should.

Thomas's eyebrow raised.

"A little 'retrieval', huh? Sounds like I WOULD enjoy it, except for this curse that's been cast on me. But don't worry. I know a way to get rid of this curse. It'll just take a little bit."

(OOC: No, there won't be a Tama the thief. There have been a few RPs that Celes and I have been in where we aren't a romantic couple. So settle down. My thief guy cares about thievery, and not much else. And SS, WHY WITH THE CURSE! I have my limits! I'd keep myself from stealing from the group. But what about other people in places that he deemed deserving of a good robbing?)

"It's not like he didn't deserve it." James said.

"I wish the elf would cast that spell on your mouth, captain morality." Peter said.

"What was that, Dr. I-still-sleep-with-my-blankee?"

"OH THAT'S A LIE!!!"

OOC: I think it's because you had your guy steal from everyone in the room. And really, your never a romantic couple... Just a couple of post where your guy is obsessed with her character, then at the very end 1 stupid thing happens and she just decides she's in love with your guy, then they get married/die.

"That salve wouldn't do anything for that wound expect remove the pain. Once it wore off, it would be the same as it is now." Zorha spoke up, not liking when people got their healings messed up.

OOC: So, my healer is worthless now is he?

"That thing is gunna hurt in the morning..." Zorha said to himself.

Thomas applied the salve to his hands, and felt them begin to stop hurting.

"Gee, this is some good stuff! Hey, if I can get my hands on a few bottles of this stuff, I think I found a way to get around that curse until I find a mage strong enough to get rid of it."

OOC: Are you SURE you want that? To IHMN, killing you is as good a cure as removing the curse... XD

IHMN: What? He's dead, right? No Thomas, no problem, right? (Goes off to torment the innocent)

OOC: He can heal lots of things, or he can make your problems much worse. Same with antidotes and poisons.

I'd like to see you try... Considering Alka is like a xenomorph in bare-handed combat...

Oh wait, he was joking. Right. *Thwaps self on head*

OOC: Right. PoP mixed with music lessons. Going to do a new chapter now.