08-08-2014, 01:32 AM
Story name: The Heist
Protagonist: Anti-Hero, Samuel Richards.
Antagonist: Every guard, hired Merc, and stone wall in his way.
Setting: In Provencia, more exclusively the cities treasury.
Plot Summary: In Provencia, a massive city, and thriving economic hub of the mainlands, there is a man. Samuel Richards, according to any guard, or member of the government, doesn’t exist. He is a legend who is attributed with several thefts that they will insist never actually happened. He is something vagrants and thieves created as their mascot, and most likely, scapegoat. What they won’t tell you, is that he is very real, and they have been unable to catch him.
That is, until they set a trap for him. Tired of finding holes in the bottom of guarded transport wagons, emptied of their treasures, and official merchants having their vaults raided, they devised a trap, that no thief could resist. They broke ground in the spring, and by late fall, had constructed the New Provincian Treasury department. Thick stone walls, windows, only one feet wide, and twenty feet up from the ground. More guards than the city had any right assigning. Locked door after locked door, to the center vault, that was guarded by four standing guardsman at all times. They planned it all. This would be the final heist of Samuel Richards. And would make an example of him when caught.
All of the towns money was safely, and publicly, moved into the new treasury. That night, all the guards stood alert, waiting for anything to happen. But nothing did. The second day, again, full staff for 24 hours, and nothing happened. This continues on for a week, two weeks, a whole month… Exactly one month after it was opened, on a moonless night, the first sound is heard in the fortified building. A window being shattered. And then another… on the opposite side. Then like thunder, all the windows shatter. Provinsia, the city of commerce and wealth has a very dark underside, and no shortage of thieves. They poured in, dozens of them all rushing with small knives and nothing to lose. They thought they’d had enough guards, after all, only one man was supposed to come, not thirty. The thieves navigated the structure flawlessly. Each and every one of them knew the layout, some of them even having a crude map and instructions written in ink on their hands.
The four guards watching over the vast gold and gems heard the commotion, coming outside of the only door into the room. Thinking this was Samuel Richards, they rush out, locking the door behind them, and going to confront the noise. When all was said and done, not a single thief made it to the vault. Some were killed, most maimed, and the rest captured or retreated. The guards grinned to one another, happy their defenses couldn’t be brought down by the entirety of the thieves, and though Samuel never showed, it was still a victory.
Until they returned to the vault. When the door was opened, the echoing sound of the keys being dropped was all that could be heard. All of the gold, all of the diamonds and emeralds were gone. The solid stone room was still intact, no entry from the outside.
What the legend never got right was that Samuel Richards wasn’t just a master thief. He wasn’t just a master of distraction and stealth. Samuel Richards was a pure blood Xitian. And on that night, his eyes glowed a deep red as he shifted all of the earth under the vault, and moved all of it to his tunnel. Why had he waited a month? Well, the guard had done a very good job of securing the building. It took him a month to move the earth to make the tunnel, to find out exactly where the vault was located (He stalked a bar that some of the guards went to for weeks before he got the information he needed) and to arrange all of those thieves. He’d need a big enough distraction to do what he needed. In the end, Provincia never found the tunnel, and never saw any of that money, ever again. Samual Richards left Provincia in the cover of darkness, knowing that he had taken every last bit of gold the city had, with a grin.
Notes: In comic form, you wouldn’t see Sam until the very end, or at the very least, a cartoonized version where his eyes are obscured. The big pay off that he’s a Xitian is saved till the end.
Protagonist: Anti-Hero, Samuel Richards.
Antagonist: Every guard, hired Merc, and stone wall in his way.
Setting: In Provencia, more exclusively the cities treasury.
Plot Summary: In Provencia, a massive city, and thriving economic hub of the mainlands, there is a man. Samuel Richards, according to any guard, or member of the government, doesn’t exist. He is a legend who is attributed with several thefts that they will insist never actually happened. He is something vagrants and thieves created as their mascot, and most likely, scapegoat. What they won’t tell you, is that he is very real, and they have been unable to catch him.
That is, until they set a trap for him. Tired of finding holes in the bottom of guarded transport wagons, emptied of their treasures, and official merchants having their vaults raided, they devised a trap, that no thief could resist. They broke ground in the spring, and by late fall, had constructed the New Provincian Treasury department. Thick stone walls, windows, only one feet wide, and twenty feet up from the ground. More guards than the city had any right assigning. Locked door after locked door, to the center vault, that was guarded by four standing guardsman at all times. They planned it all. This would be the final heist of Samuel Richards. And would make an example of him when caught.
All of the towns money was safely, and publicly, moved into the new treasury. That night, all the guards stood alert, waiting for anything to happen. But nothing did. The second day, again, full staff for 24 hours, and nothing happened. This continues on for a week, two weeks, a whole month… Exactly one month after it was opened, on a moonless night, the first sound is heard in the fortified building. A window being shattered. And then another… on the opposite side. Then like thunder, all the windows shatter. Provinsia, the city of commerce and wealth has a very dark underside, and no shortage of thieves. They poured in, dozens of them all rushing with small knives and nothing to lose. They thought they’d had enough guards, after all, only one man was supposed to come, not thirty. The thieves navigated the structure flawlessly. Each and every one of them knew the layout, some of them even having a crude map and instructions written in ink on their hands.
The four guards watching over the vast gold and gems heard the commotion, coming outside of the only door into the room. Thinking this was Samuel Richards, they rush out, locking the door behind them, and going to confront the noise. When all was said and done, not a single thief made it to the vault. Some were killed, most maimed, and the rest captured or retreated. The guards grinned to one another, happy their defenses couldn’t be brought down by the entirety of the thieves, and though Samuel never showed, it was still a victory.
Until they returned to the vault. When the door was opened, the echoing sound of the keys being dropped was all that could be heard. All of the gold, all of the diamonds and emeralds were gone. The solid stone room was still intact, no entry from the outside.
What the legend never got right was that Samuel Richards wasn’t just a master thief. He wasn’t just a master of distraction and stealth. Samuel Richards was a pure blood Xitian. And on that night, his eyes glowed a deep red as he shifted all of the earth under the vault, and moved all of it to his tunnel. Why had he waited a month? Well, the guard had done a very good job of securing the building. It took him a month to move the earth to make the tunnel, to find out exactly where the vault was located (He stalked a bar that some of the guards went to for weeks before he got the information he needed) and to arrange all of those thieves. He’d need a big enough distraction to do what he needed. In the end, Provincia never found the tunnel, and never saw any of that money, ever again. Samual Richards left Provincia in the cover of darkness, knowing that he had taken every last bit of gold the city had, with a grin.
Notes: In comic form, you wouldn’t see Sam until the very end, or at the very least, a cartoonized version where his eyes are obscured. The big pay off that he’s a Xitian is saved till the end.