Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24793042-20150820043328/@comment-10197675-20150903214349

Meanwhile at the gates to the Ratways of Riften...

Drawing his blade the Nordic Jarl swung the metal gate open, his breath could be seen in the moonlit haze that arose from the dampened floor of the Ratway corridor. Stringle carefully made his way down the gradual passage that lead into darkness and filth, he passed the odd beggar or stoned lowlife as he made his way through different rooms, each emitting their own unique eerie state. Fresh blood stains were trailed across the filthy stone floors, as rats would scurry out of the darkness and into gloom, however the nervous Jarl managed to keep his cool as he a headed into the Ragged Flagon. His breaths fell silent as he crept into the ominous home of the guild, which appeared to be abandoned, the only light source appeared from the well above, to which a shaded moonlight shone down the well and into the openness of the darkened Flagon. There was enough silence to hear that of a light wine cork dropping to the ground as the Jarl slowly made his way towards the darkened bar of the Flagon to which he expected to see at least one soul, but there was none. He edged his way further into the darkness of the thieves home only managing to just make out the shape of a some stacked chairs and turned tables, had the thieves left? The Jarl pondered upon this as he stopped for a while.

The Jarl then heard voices coming towards the Flagon they sounded as if they were coming from behind a closed cupboard, so the Jarl quickly lunged himself to the side, hiding behind a barrel of rotten vegetables. The Jarl then heard a mechanism of a door open as the voices then echoed around the large open area of the Raged Flagon, Stringle could see light coming from the strangers torches, so he proceeded to peek his head around the barrel to see their faces and to his surprise three thieves stood, each looking around the Flagon, their faces hidden by their hoods and their armour was worn and tattered. The Jarl poked his head back as he then closed his eyes and tightened his sword and shield... he then opened his eyes... blasting out from behind the barrel the Jarl screamed as he lunged at one of the thieves with his sword, to which the thief quickly sidestepped, before then tripping the Jarl. Dropping both his sword and shield the Jarl smashed into the pile of stacked chairs, toppling them onto the ground, breaking the silence... The Jarl quickly rolled over as he attempted to grab his sword, but he was stopped as a heavy boot pressed down on his arm.

"What do we have 'ere... a Jarl who's lost his way, don't worry Sir we'll soon have ya somewhere warm and light!" The Thieves then hoisted the Jarl up before then dragging him back through the open wardrobe and into the Guilds further hideout...