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<blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 4819534" data-attributes="member: 16069"><p>The Friday Knights in Sellswords of Fallcrest</p><p></p><p>Part 12: Meanwhile...</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, back down the stairs Kullervo is having a cosy chat with Arthuro the Fence.</p><p></p><p>“What's with all this stuff?”</p><p></p><p>The young Rogue flicks the dagger through the piles of papers on the laden desk.</p><p></p><p>“Receipts... Takings... Coppers, that's it. Honest.”</p><p>“Hmmm... What's in there?”</p><p></p><p>Kullervo points to the curtained chamber beyond.</p><p></p><p>“My bed.”</p><p>“That it?”</p><p>“Yes... Can I go now?” Arthuro pleads.</p><p></p><p>Kullervo grins back at him, gulps and swallows a little- he's feeling slightly dizzy, ever aware of the situation he's in. In control- not something he's used to, having somebody pay attention to him- he's enjoying it.</p><p></p><p>“I shouldn't think so. What do you do here?”</p><p>“Run the shop, this-and-that...” Arthur replies, half-shrugs.</p><p>“Busy lately?”</p><p>“No, opposite really- they're all deserting him.”</p><p>“Who?”</p><p>“The Beggar King, now that the Shadowmen are after him- the Beggars are drifting away.”</p><p>“What else?”</p><p>“He's hiring mercenaries- like the Dog Brothers up there.”</p><p></p><p>The pair look to the ceiling, a lump of plaster thunks onto the floor, either someone is teaching a very large creature a fairly energetic dance, or else Astaroth is in full swing.</p><p></p><p>Arthuro gulps. Kullervo grins some more, figures the others would be calling for him if they were desperate. The Rogue looks around again.</p><p></p><p>“You got a sack?”</p><p></p><p>Arthuro nods towards a pile of junk in the corner, thirty seconds later everything of value has been swept into the bag, which is soon nestled in Kullervo's backpack. There must be over 200 coppers there Kullervo thinks- it took him four months to save three silver pieces, that's thirty coppers, to buy the leather riding boots he wears.</p><p></p><p>“In there.” Kullervo points to the ragged curtain, Arthuro crawls on all-fours into the bedroom, the young Rogue wipes his sweaty brow and then the palm of his hand, the one gripped too tight to his new dagger, and then follows after.</p><p></p><p>It's like the Fence said- a cramped bedroom, a crate for a bedside table with the stub of a candle on it- and the glint of coins. A window that looks out, just- through the smeared filth, onto the small misty courtyard. Nothing else, save for the thick ledger resting on the edge of the bed.</p><p></p><p>“What's that?” Kullervo asks.</p><p>“Nothing.” Arthuro replies, too quickly, and looks everywhere but at the book.</p><p>“Fetch.” Kullervo points again with his new dagger.</p><p></p><p>Gently, gingerly Arthuro slowly lifts the book off the bed, wipes his sweaty brow with his sleeve and passes the ledger over.</p><p></p><p>“That wasn't so difficult was it?”</p><p>“No.” Arthuro confirms, staring up at Kullervo.</p><p></p><p>On all fours still, Arthuro can see under the bed, his bed, to the mechanism there- the trap. He hasn't slept in the bed for a year now, doesn't dare- hair trigger.</p><p></p><p>Nestled beneath the bed are a dozen razor sharp spears- highly sprung, set to rip through the mattress and anyone lying or sitting upon it. </p><p></p><p>It's Arthuro's turn to grin, he quickly wipes the smile from his face and turns back to Kullervo, the young Thief is juggling the book and the dagger in his hands- it can't be done. He shoves the ledger under his arm and lurches over to the makeshift bed-side cabinet- grabs up the scattering of coins on top, then stops- looks over his shoulder at Arthuro who grins back non-plussed. Slowly he uncurls his fingers, he was right, the scattering of coins are mostly gold- he wants to scream. Kullervo makes a gulping sound, half-hiccup half-choked sneeze; his eyes glisten- gold coins. It takes a moment- Arthuro watches on, not sure what he's witnessing.</p><p></p><p>The young Rogue regains his sense, tucks the money in an inside pocket, then awkwardly manhandles the crate and drags it over to the end of the bed.</p><p></p><p>He toes the crate into place, thumps the ledger down upon it- the book flicks open to reveal columns of figures, strange symbols here and there- a code perhaps. ‘Interesting’, Kullervo thinks, and goes to take a seat on the end of the bed.</p><p></p><p>Arthuro crouches, like a sprinter in his blocks- ready to run for his life, any second now.</p><p></p><p>Three... Two... </p><p></p><p>Kullervo suddenly stands up- stares straight ahead. Shifts his head to the side, to afford a different perspective- stares hard at the wall ahead, something not quite... Ah.</p><p></p><p>“Open it.”</p><p></p><p>Arthuro turns to stare at the blank wall.</p><p></p><p>“What?”</p><p>“You heard me- open it.”</p><p>“There's nothing...”</p><p></p><p>Kullervo leans down to the Fence, swiftly places the blade of the dagger against the man's neck, their eyes meet. </p><p></p><p>Inside Kullervo is shaking, a small amount of pee escapes his bladder, his teeth clamped tight together- else they'd be chattering. The pair hold position- a fresco</p><p></p><p>The Fence gulps- once, twice- nods; then crawls over to the wall and thumps at a lower section.</p><p></p><p>Eeeeeeeeerrrr.</p><p></p><p>A six foot square panel of the wall creaks open, there's just enough light to see into the newly discovered darkened chamber.</p><p></p><p>Kullervo stares- absolutely spellbound.</p><p></p><p>“That's... Nice.” He eventually manages.</p><p>“It's not mine. Honest.” Arthuro replies, looking up at the giant young Rogue towering over him, then quickly to the bed behind, the trap- perhaps he could just push him... </p><p></p><p>In the chamber is a chest- but that doesn't cover it, doesn't do it justice at all- it's more like a cabinet. A well-made cabinet with nine drawers in it, each drawer has a lock, each draw has a chalked or charcoaled symbol upon it.</p><p></p><p>Kullervo looks down again at the ledger- some of the symbols match.</p><p></p><p>“Nice.” He whispers, again, and grins down at Arthuro, who still stares past him- at the bed.</p><p></p><p>“Do you wanna get out of here alive?”</p><p></p><p>Arthuro is paralysed- not seeing, not hearing.</p><p></p><p>“I said do you wanna get out of here alive?” Kullervo tries again.</p><p></p><p>Arthuro nods back- as hard as can.</p><p>“Then you'd better have some keys.”</p><p>The Fence stops nodding, suddenly looks ill.</p><p>“I...”</p><p></p><p>He grabs for Kullervo's legs set to push the Rogue back onto the bed- as hard as he can.</p><p></p><p>THUMP</p><p></p><p>But he doesn't, merely clings to Kullervo's legs.</p><p></p><p>The pair look to the ceiling- silence, the sounds of fighting above have stopped.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Goonalan, post: 4819534, member: 16069"] The Friday Knights in Sellswords of Fallcrest Part 12: Meanwhile... Meanwhile, back down the stairs Kullervo is having a cosy chat with Arthuro the Fence. “What's with all this stuff?” The young Rogue flicks the dagger through the piles of papers on the laden desk. “Receipts... Takings... Coppers, that's it. Honest.” “Hmmm... What's in there?” Kullervo points to the curtained chamber beyond. “My bed.” “That it?” “Yes... Can I go now?” Arthuro pleads. Kullervo grins back at him, gulps and swallows a little- he's feeling slightly dizzy, ever aware of the situation he's in. In control- not something he's used to, having somebody pay attention to him- he's enjoying it. “I shouldn't think so. What do you do here?” “Run the shop, this-and-that...” Arthur replies, half-shrugs. “Busy lately?” “No, opposite really- they're all deserting him.” “Who?” “The Beggar King, now that the Shadowmen are after him- the Beggars are drifting away.” “What else?” “He's hiring mercenaries- like the Dog Brothers up there.” The pair look to the ceiling, a lump of plaster thunks onto the floor, either someone is teaching a very large creature a fairly energetic dance, or else Astaroth is in full swing. Arthuro gulps. Kullervo grins some more, figures the others would be calling for him if they were desperate. The Rogue looks around again. “You got a sack?” Arthuro nods towards a pile of junk in the corner, thirty seconds later everything of value has been swept into the bag, which is soon nestled in Kullervo's backpack. There must be over 200 coppers there Kullervo thinks- it took him four months to save three silver pieces, that's thirty coppers, to buy the leather riding boots he wears. “In there.” Kullervo points to the ragged curtain, Arthuro crawls on all-fours into the bedroom, the young Rogue wipes his sweaty brow and then the palm of his hand, the one gripped too tight to his new dagger, and then follows after. It's like the Fence said- a cramped bedroom, a crate for a bedside table with the stub of a candle on it- and the glint of coins. A window that looks out, just- through the smeared filth, onto the small misty courtyard. Nothing else, save for the thick ledger resting on the edge of the bed. “What's that?” Kullervo asks. “Nothing.” Arthuro replies, too quickly, and looks everywhere but at the book. “Fetch.” Kullervo points again with his new dagger. Gently, gingerly Arthuro slowly lifts the book off the bed, wipes his sweaty brow with his sleeve and passes the ledger over. “That wasn't so difficult was it?” “No.” Arthuro confirms, staring up at Kullervo. On all fours still, Arthuro can see under the bed, his bed, to the mechanism there- the trap. He hasn't slept in the bed for a year now, doesn't dare- hair trigger. Nestled beneath the bed are a dozen razor sharp spears- highly sprung, set to rip through the mattress and anyone lying or sitting upon it. It's Arthuro's turn to grin, he quickly wipes the smile from his face and turns back to Kullervo, the young Thief is juggling the book and the dagger in his hands- it can't be done. He shoves the ledger under his arm and lurches over to the makeshift bed-side cabinet- grabs up the scattering of coins on top, then stops- looks over his shoulder at Arthuro who grins back non-plussed. Slowly he uncurls his fingers, he was right, the scattering of coins are mostly gold- he wants to scream. Kullervo makes a gulping sound, half-hiccup half-choked sneeze; his eyes glisten- gold coins. It takes a moment- Arthuro watches on, not sure what he's witnessing. The young Rogue regains his sense, tucks the money in an inside pocket, then awkwardly manhandles the crate and drags it over to the end of the bed. He toes the crate into place, thumps the ledger down upon it- the book flicks open to reveal columns of figures, strange symbols here and there- a code perhaps. ‘Interesting’, Kullervo thinks, and goes to take a seat on the end of the bed. Arthuro crouches, like a sprinter in his blocks- ready to run for his life, any second now. Three... Two... Kullervo suddenly stands up- stares straight ahead. Shifts his head to the side, to afford a different perspective- stares hard at the wall ahead, something not quite... Ah. “Open it.” Arthuro turns to stare at the blank wall. “What?” “You heard me- open it.” “There's nothing...” Kullervo leans down to the Fence, swiftly places the blade of the dagger against the man's neck, their eyes meet. Inside Kullervo is shaking, a small amount of pee escapes his bladder, his teeth clamped tight together- else they'd be chattering. The pair hold position- a fresco The Fence gulps- once, twice- nods; then crawls over to the wall and thumps at a lower section. Eeeeeeeeerrrr. A six foot square panel of the wall creaks open, there's just enough light to see into the newly discovered darkened chamber. Kullervo stares- absolutely spellbound. “That's... Nice.” He eventually manages. “It's not mine. Honest.” Arthuro replies, looking up at the giant young Rogue towering over him, then quickly to the bed behind, the trap- perhaps he could just push him... In the chamber is a chest- but that doesn't cover it, doesn't do it justice at all- it's more like a cabinet. A well-made cabinet with nine drawers in it, each drawer has a lock, each draw has a chalked or charcoaled symbol upon it. Kullervo looks down again at the ledger- some of the symbols match. “Nice.” He whispers, again, and grins down at Arthuro, who still stares past him- at the bed. “Do you wanna get out of here alive?” Arthuro is paralysed- not seeing, not hearing. “I said do you wanna get out of here alive?” Kullervo tries again. Arthuro nods back- as hard as can. “Then you'd better have some keys.” The Fence stops nodding, suddenly looks ill. “I...” He grabs for Kullervo's legs set to push the Rogue back onto the bed- as hard as he can. THUMP But he doesn't, merely clings to Kullervo's legs. The pair look to the ceiling- silence, the sounds of fighting above have stopped. [/QUOTE]
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