Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161229041106/@comment-24280666-20170111031351

When they arrived at the hide-out, Elric shut the trap door behing them, sliding down the ladder behind Stauntax. There were only about one quarter of the thieves there, and Ben was nowhere to be seen.

"What in Oblivion happened out there?" Elric yelled, pointing for Stauntax to begin sorting through the papers.

"We were set up. They knew we were coming." one thief said, wincing as another thief pulled a bandage tight around his leg.

"How? We just decided on our plan in the moment! There is no reasoning for this!" Elric shouted, getting visibly aggravated.

"Actually, there is..." rang a terribly, terribly familiar voice.

"Niklaus?" Elric asked, taken aback

The thieves looked around in confusion, as the giant Vaewolf seemingly passed through them. I t spoke, in a booming voice. "They're plotting against you Elric, they don't care about the Guild or the cause, they only care about gold, like all you dishonorable thieves..."

"Get the FUCK out of my cell!" Elric yelled, drawing his dagger.

"Who in Oblivion are you talking to?" a thief demanded, passing right through the image of Niklaus, diffusing him entirely. The thief grabbed the shoulder of Elric, guiding him to a seat.

"You need rest, leader." the thief said, looking at Stauntax with a questioning face.

Elric sighed heavily and sheathed his daggers. "Perhaps you are right." he muttered, still shaken from the image. Was he going insane? It seemed the only reasonable explanation for the odd event.