Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5543592-20151109232559

The maid nodded, and lead Nacar up the stairs. The interior of the shop was deceptive. Most of it's space was dedicated living space, most likely for housing crews, and she lead Nacar to door, which she promptly opened for him. Inside was a comfortable room with finished walls and floors, a plush bed, and any other amenities he could need, like a wash basin or desk.

"If you need anything, call." The maid said in a timid voice.

The sword landed behind the guards, and they ignored it, instead advancing on Alecos. Alecos, however, telekentically yanked the weapon back towards himself. He applied pressure more to one end than the other, so that it spun in the air like a boomarang. The weapon spun through the air, and took one of the Witchhunter's heads clean off. The other two jumped back in surprise as they watch their decapitated comrade fall. One of the remaining Witchhunters ended up right underneath the two who had been pinned from the ceiling, and Alecos let them fall onto the first. As the three men lay groaning in a pile, Alecos jumped at them, flying through the air, and summoned a Bound Battleaxe in his hands, bringing it do on the center of the men.

The groaning stopping.

The last Witchhunter cursed, turned, and ran.

Alecos grinned, and went back to the safe. He lugged it with Levitation, but it was deathly heavy, and moving it was slow going. It was already eating up his magicka at a dangerous rate, and to go any faster would be to lose it all.

However, jsut then, a large group of men in fine clothes stormed in. They glowed with spells of their own, and a squad of men with shimmering skin advanced on Alecos.

Stoneweavers.

Alecos cursed and launched himself forward with a powerful burst of Levitation, colliding direction with the lethargically floating safe. He tackled the object out the doorway, and off the balcony. He flew into the mists, and they streamed by him, tickling his face as he plummeted to the ground. Alecos kicked off the safe, letting it fall below him, and floated to the ground softly just after it had crashed. It was embedded in the cobblestone, and he reached through the torn opening to reclaim his items.

There he found a large pouch, roughly five thousand Ur or so, and another smaller pouch. A faint red glow reached the outside of it's fabric, and he balanced the rough spheres within in his palm.

He glanced back up at the balcony and could where the Stoneweavers cursing.

He grinned, and dashed off into the night.