Here it is, folks. The moment of Truth. Let's see if Kahreem can grab that staff...
Kahreem of WeetLevel: 5
Class: Bandit / Thief
Faction: Thieves Guild
Rank: Prowler
Days Passed: 84
Days Jailed: 17
Bounty: 340 gp
Sun's Dusk 18, 3E433 3:37 am
Location:
The Arch Mage's Quarters.
As Kahreem of Weet realizes where he is, he can't help but conclude a few things, as a thousand different emotions attack his mind at once.
1). He is in the bedroom of one of Cyrodiil's most powerful men. Period.
2). If he could relay this information to his former bandit gang on the West Weald, he would be treated like a King. He would be treated with such respect! .. Oh would the ale and
Cheap Wine flow.
3). The place smells of cinnamon, flowers, and aromas he cannot identify. All these smells please him, too. Make him feel giddy with confidence.
"Gotta do this," he whispers.
The staff is before him. It's angelic-white in color, and seems to glow. As the thief focuses his mind in a similar manner to the way a true wizard focuses his, Kahreem scrambles quickly (but silently) across the Arch Mage's room, places his hands upon the staff, and
feels its magic!
"Wrrmsin" he mumbles. Not a true word, it's literally a mumbled sound. Kahreem places both hands upon the staff, and feels an almighty sort of rush go through his mind for just one second.
Psssh! Then the moment is gone. As soon as he can focus again, he paces across the dark orange-tiled floor and slips Methredhel's note into the Arch Mage's dresser.
I've done it! ... then he turns to go.
"Ahh".
But the Redguard can't help but get a little curious.
"Hmm."
He picks up an apple, and is surprised to see it's not fresh. Instead, it's slightly mooshy, slightly bronzed. So, here he is in the very quarters one of the men he and his buddies joked and wondered about while living on the West Weald, yet this man, this very
powerful man, hasn't even got fresh fruit on his nightstand.
Kahreem tosses the apple, and searches some more. He spies a large chest on the other side of the room, and tries to open it.
"Fokke. A five tumbler."
This powerful man has rotten fruit in his room, but a very well-designed chest. Kahreem is tempted, but then realizes he's only got about a dozen lockpicks. Plus, the white-robed wizard Kahreem had encountered in the other room might be
timing the Redguard. Kahreem had told this man he would only be going into the next room to grab something to aid the guards in the search for the Grey Fox. If he takes too long, there's the possibility the white-robed wizard might wonder what's taking so long, and come a'lookin'.
The Weet Bandit removes the lockpick from the Arch Mage's grandest chest, and makes his way back to the strange-colored lights on the floor ....
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4:15 am"Ah, what a lucky man I am. I found what I was looking for", Kahreem tells the white-robed wizard with a smile. He boasts a cheerful demeanor, but underneath his robes, he's been sweating like a pig. "I've got the magic scroll I was looking for, and so the Grey Fox will soon be history. Heh, I might even read the scroll myself! Anyways, I'll make sure to give you a mention, for your assistance in this matter."
But Irlav Jarol seems to know a rat when he smells one. Before Kahreem can turn to leave, the wizard casts a spell
woooosh which tingles with greenish energy. A moment later, he is gone...
"Fokke, you're good!"
...and Kahreem finds himself standing before an invisible man.
"Ahh, a little
too good. Forgive me, for I must make haste, sire!" Kahreem says as he now
rushes back to the adjacent lighted floor-area, barely getting out of the place in time.
"I could have been singed!" ... and as he returns to the Lobby he wonders if he's now under attack. But the mage-lady who now stands before him "Oh hu-llo!" calmly greets the Weet Bandit with a little sassiness.
"Ah milady! You have a blessed evening, and...." he nervously looks to the portal he just came from, wondering if the white-robed wizard would follow. "...I must make haste in assistance of the Imperials, to find that blasted thief!"
"Good day!"
Kahreem turns to go, knowing he's now a wanted man in the Imperial City (after a guard caught him mounting 'his' horse), and wondering how he is going to manage getting this staff back to Methredhel.
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4:33 amOutside, Kahreem finds himself back in the Arcane University's courtyard, with still no guards coming after him.
"Good."
All alone in this large courtyard, he decides to grab the staff from his back, and is surprised that it's not as heavy as he thought it was.
"Now, let's see what you can do."
He aims the staff, swinging it towards a large nearby wall, and tries to see if he can command it. He is not sure if he can do this; he's used scrolls before, but never a full magic weapon of this magnitude. Turns out, he has nothing to worry about.
WOOOON! POOSH!
...goes the magic in the staff.
"YES!"
A blazen-blue essence of icy air issues from the staff, surrounding the area before the Weet Bandit with frost magic! The rush of power Kahreem feels is much more satisfying than anything he's ever ingested in his life. With full confidence he strides off, leaves the Arcane University, and re-mounts his stolen bay horse once more, as the night sky begins to lighten. Once back outside, he realizes that there
is another way into the Imperial City, one which he's only heard about from other Waterfront residents. He wonders if he'd be able to survive if he chooses this way back inside.
But then he conceives of himself in a completely different way than he usually does. Instead of the Reguard with the big, smelly club at his side, he could now take upon a much different role. With his new powerful weapon, he'll stand a good chance against any enemies he finds, since he is now practically a powerful mage. He knows his new weapon has got quite a kick to it, after all.
"Methredhel my lady, here I come".
This post has been edited by Renee: Dec 15 2022, 05:53 PM