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<blockquote data-quote="covaithe" data-source="post: 4649883" data-attributes="member: 46559">[sblock=Palindrome]Palindrome reaches the Dusty Quill in late afternoon, not long before he expects Marco to close up.&nbsp; He walks in, notes Marco's puzzled look with a smirk, and smashes the glass case.&nbsp; A piercing alarm immediately sounds, and a flying shard of class cuts Palindrome's arm, spattering blood onto the case, the wall, and the carpet.&nbsp; (ooc:&nbsp; <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1921185/" target="_blank">3</a> damage.)&nbsp; He quickly grabs the floating quill with a mage hand and runs out.&nbsp; Marco follows, hollering, &quot;Stop thief!&nbsp; Stop him!&nbsp; You there!&nbsp; Did you see which way he went?&quot; This last is addressed to you, despite the fact that you stand there, blood dripping from one hand and purloined quill in the other.&nbsp; The visit to the fence goes somewhat better and somewhat worse.&nbsp; You don't injurre yourself further; however, despite your best charming demeanor, the fence refuses to offer you more than two hundred gold for the lot.&nbsp; Worse, he keeps his wares displayed behind locked cases reinforced with sturdy steel bars, and no opportunity for quick pilfering arises.[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="covaithe, post: 4649883, member: 46559"] [sblock=Palindrome] Palindrome reaches the [I]Dusty Quill[/I] in late afternoon, not long before he expects Marco to close up. He walks in, notes Marco's puzzled look with a smirk, and smashes the glass case. A piercing alarm immediately sounds, and a flying shard of class cuts Palindrome's arm, spattering blood onto the case, the wall, and the carpet. [i][COLOR="Gray"](ooc: [URL="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1921185/"]3[/URL] damage.)[/COLOR][/i] He quickly grabs the floating quill with a [i]mage hand[/i] and runs out. Marco follows, hollering, [color=orange]"Stop thief! Stop him! You there! Did you see which way he went?"[/color] This last is addressed to you, despite the fact that you stand there, blood dripping from one hand and purloined quill in the other. The visit to the fence goes somewhat better and somewhat worse. You don't injurre yourself further; however, despite your best charming demeanor, the fence refuses to offer you more than two hundred gold for the lot. Worse, he keeps his wares displayed behind locked cases reinforced with sturdy steel bars, and no opportunity for quick pilfering arises. [/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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