Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161229041106/@comment-24280666-20170111002231

"Perfect." Elric replied, turning around and running for the ladder to the surface.

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They arrived across from the front of the Imperial Outpost, under the cover of night. Four tired guards stood in front of the Storehouse, silent intermidst the pounding of the rain.

Elric was crouched near the building, hooded with his rope and dagger drawn.

"Should be any moment now." he said looking back at Stauntax and Aia, more to comfort himself than them. He had a lot riding on the success. Emotionally, he felt like this cell of Thieves was the closest chance he would have to rebuilding the Guild. And if he could show the traitors he could still strike a blow to the Empire without them, it may convince some loyalists to seek him out,

Suddenly, a new guard ran in and shouted something at the other guards, which made them run in the direction he came from. He let them leave and opened the door, yelling something as well, which resulted in six guards running out at full speed, shouting to each other.

"That's as clear as it will ever be." Elric smiled, rolling off the hill across from the outpost and silently running to the front door. He opened it slowly, motioning for Aia and Stauntax to follow as he crept into the well lit outpost.

There were mellow voices speaking from all over the house, most likely fat politicians or lower peons. Elric looked to his left and found a door, with an insignia marking it as the Head Legate's office. Smirking, he lockpicked the door. It opened surprisingly easy, and Elric was a little unsettled by how quickly it was picked.

Continuing forward none the less, he lit a torch on wall, which illuminated the room, showing an ornate desk littered with papers, surrounded by several padded chairs, as well as a pair of chests.

"I'll search the chest. You focus on that desk."