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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1029554" data-attributes="member: 1210">Glaxo is a dark halfling.&nbsp; When we say &quot;dark,&quot; what we mean is dark complexion; dark hair and eyes; dark leathers; and a dark stained backpack at his feet.&quot;Can we take that for ya?&quot; asks one of his hosts politely, and after only a moment's hesitation he nods.&nbsp; He's a guest here, after all- here in the thieves' guild.&nbsp; And he's trying to join up.He glances sideways at the imposing redheaded woman in the chain mail bikini next to him.&nbsp; He doesn't know her, but you might; it's Sheva, high priestess of Coila, rogue and assassin, among many other things.&nbsp; She ignores the halfling. She's ushered in to Walther's office before he is, just as she was waiting before he was.&nbsp; But she's been here before; she's already a member of the guild in good standing, and since abandoning the adventurers she'd traveled with over most of the last year* she's worked hard to advance her standing within the guild.&nbsp; Now she's being brought in to see one of the 'second-tier' men- not quite the guildmaster, but one of his three main assistants.Walther's an ugly half-elf at an impressive desk.&nbsp; He tells Sheva, &quot;You've been doin' real well lately.&nbsp; You've come to our attention.&quot;&nbsp; With a smile, he says, &quot;We have something for you to do.&nbsp; Keep this kid on the right track and make sure he don't get any funny ideas.&quot;&nbsp; Then he calls for the halfling to be sent in.&quot;So I understand you been wantin' to get ahold of us,&quot; Walther says slyly to the halfling.&quot;Yeah,&quot; the halfling says, glancing over at Sheva cooling her heels in the next chair over.&nbsp; &quot;I want to operate in your city, but I don't want to step on any toes.&nbsp; I wanted to make sure I got permission from the right people.&quot;Walther nods.&nbsp; &quot;Very wise, my little fellow.&nbsp; Of course, there's the standard sign-up fee- and the initiation.&quot;&quot;Initiation?&quot;The ugly half-elf nods again.&nbsp; &quot;Of course.&nbsp; There's an item, we don't even know what it is exactly, coming up for discussion in the Extraplanar Affairs Commission.&nbsp; We believe it would fetch a pretty penny if it were in our possession.&quot;Glaxo nods in understanding.&nbsp; &quot;So you want me to get it?&quot;&nbsp; It isn't really a question.&nbsp; &quot;But you don't know what it is.&quot;&nbsp; That one sort of is, but no answer's forthcoming, so Glaxo says, &quot;All right...&quot;&quot;Sheva,&quot; Walther calls, &quot;stay behind a minute,&quot; and he tells her the scary little bit he does know about it.After, Sheva joins Glaxo and looks him over with a critical eye.&nbsp; &quot;How are we gonna get this thing?&quot; the halfling asks, and she replies:&quot;I have friends in high places.&quot;*see the Agents of Chaos story hour, link in sig.Next Time:&nbsp; The Council of Tirchond!&nbsp; Meet Cicero and his entourage!</blockquote>

[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 1029554, member: 1210"] Glaxo is a dark halfling. When we say "dark," what we mean is dark complexion; dark hair and eyes; dark leathers; and a dark stained backpack at his feet. "Can we take that for ya?" asks one of his hosts politely, and after only a moment's hesitation he nods. He's a guest here, after all- here in the thieves' guild. And he's trying to join up. He glances sideways at the imposing redheaded woman in the chain mail bikini next to him. He doesn't know her, but you might; it's Sheva, high priestess of Coila, rogue and assassin, among many other things. She ignores the halfling. She's ushered in to Walther's office before he is, just as she was waiting before he was. But she's been here before; she's already a member of the guild in good standing, and since abandoning the adventurers she'd traveled with over most of the last year* she's worked hard to advance her standing within the guild. Now she's being brought in to see one of the 'second-tier' men- not quite the guildmaster, but one of his three main assistants. Walther's an ugly half-elf at an impressive desk. He tells Sheva, "You've been doin' real well lately. You've come to our attention." With a smile, he says, "We have something for you to do. Keep this kid on the right track and make sure he don't get any funny ideas." Then he calls for the halfling to be sent in. "So I understand you been wantin' to get ahold of us," Walther says slyly to the halfling. "Yeah," the halfling says, glancing over at Sheva cooling her heels in the next chair over. "I want to operate in your city, but I don't want to step on any toes. I wanted to make sure I got permission from the right people." Walther nods. "Very wise, my little fellow. Of course, there's the standard sign-up fee- and the initiation." "Initiation?" The ugly half-elf nods again. "Of course. There's an item, we don't even know what it is exactly, coming up for discussion in the Extraplanar Affairs Commission. We believe it would fetch a pretty penny if it were in our possession." Glaxo nods in understanding. "So you want me to get it?" It isn't really a question. "But you don't know what it is." That one sort of is, but no answer's forthcoming, so Glaxo says, "All right..." "Sheva," Walther calls, "stay behind a minute," and he tells her the scary little bit he [i]does[/i] know about it. After, Sheva joins Glaxo and looks him over with a critical eye. "How are we gonna get this thing?" the halfling asks, and she replies: "I have friends in high places." *see the Agents of Chaos story hour, link in sig. [i][b]Next Time:[/b][/i][b][/b] The Council of Tirchond! Meet Cicero and his entourage! [/QUOTE]

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