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Tricksters and Theives: A Warhammer RP

"Emma!" He cried out, as loud as he dared. All subterfuge was likely out the window, but even so, it was best to take out a few people at a time rather than have the whole barge converge on them. He holstered his pistol, strafing to the left as the sorcerer reared back up, bloodied but alive. Scores of cuts had bloomed across his body, and even his left eye was cut in a way that made Neil want to retch. Eyeballs don't bleed, but they got something in them, apparently. Instead of shooting the sorcerer as was his want, Neil decided to crouch in a readied position.

He was never the killing type. Neil was quick to pick your pocket or leap into the bed of a girl, but when it came to killing, he never got used to it unless he felt it was deserved. But he had to learn all the same if he had wanted to survive Marienburg, and so his crouch was practiced, taught. His left hand out, his right hand gripping the sword, blade ready to strike like a snake. His feet were slightly past shoulder width apart, able to spring in any direction if need be. The sorcerer was likely more dangerous than three of him, but he was overconfident and angry. It made his movements, eldritch though they were, predictable.

Had he begun chanting, Neil would have darted at him like a wolf on the hunt. Instead, he snarled and waved his hand in an arc meant to hit the largest area it could across the room. Neil saw it, and though the purplish darkness of raw chaos coalesced in his hand and expanded out like the chaos wastes themselves, Neil kept his cool and leaped, pulling his leg up and over to send his body in a 'butterfly kick' as the Cathayans say (or so he heard) and landed just in front of the sorcerer, out of juice and options. He blinked, his scraggly hair and dead eyes dropped from confusion over Neil not being obliterated. The thief slid his sword point into his neck so deeply and cleanly, the thrust nearly decapitated him.

He would examine his work, but the girl he was quickly realizing was the love of his life was screaming topside, so he stepped over the corpse, ignoring the crablike legs that had protruded from his neck. The body didn't get up, like as not it had some strange tzeentchian thing within him. Either way, Neil clambered up the stairs just in time to see the guard that was just about to get up. Neil kicked him in the head, but he missed and hit him with the lower part of his leg.

"Fuck!" Neil cried, stumbling and reeling, catching himself on the wall as the blunt pain cascaded through him. Either way, as much as it hurt the younger man, the guard was hit and fell back. Neil hopped twice on his opposite foot, catching sight of Emmaline as she dropped the axe. They both brightened when they saw one another. Neil hopped over to her, but another man came running, a cudgel with nails in it clutched in his meaty hand.

"I'd kiss you, but I need to fight him first." He told her reluctantly.

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Oblivion: Wrath of Akatosh

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Tricksters and Theives: A Warhammer RP

Neil had done this more than once. The quay's of Marienburg were packed with ships, ocean-going and fresh water and filled with loot. Neil could tell the net he clambered up was just for show. He wanted to say it was some chaos plot, but likely whoever owned the boat before their untimely demise transported people more than goods and wanted to give off the 'authentic' reik feel of a humble fishing vessel. That wasn't hard to figure out. The harder thing would be how to proceed once they were top side.

Neil stopped near the lip of the barge, Emmaline following and bumping her blonde head into the heel of his boot.

"Ow," she whispered a bit too loudly, reaching for her head and glancing up, bemused.

Neil sucked in a breath and held it, hesitating before holding out a hand to keep Emmaline quiet. She plugged her mouth shut with a hand, and in moments it was clear footsteps were passing them by. Neil knew if it hadn't been for the lapping of the water, she would have been heard. As it was, the creaks of the deck boards continued from right to left until they receded into nothingness moments later. Neil let out a relieved breath, motioned her to wait, and then slowly ascended until he peeked his head over the top of the railing.

He had the fright of his life when his vision was filled with the visage of a gap-toothed Norscan smiling like a crocodile. Neil moved in a purely reactionary manner. He didn't have his gun or his sword, and the man was too big to punch and do much more damage than making him pissed off, and the corrupt guard likely didn't react because he had expected Neil to cry out. Instead, Neil grabbed him by his head and yanked, slamming his forehead into the railing with the sudden force of a hammer.

Ranald took away, but Ranald also giveth. It was nothing short of divine inspiration, and the Norscan slipped into unconsciousness with barely a groan, clumsily hitting the deck. Neil held his mouth opened in surprise, and he looked down to see Emmaline was equally surprised and maybe impressed at the quick thinking? Either way, it was lucky. Within a minute, Neil had helped Emmaline on board and had tossed the heavy man overboard to drown. It was heartless, but he was either a thug that would have killed him, or a bleeding Chaos sympathizer.

"That takes care of one of the two guards," Emmaline whispered, glancing behind them.

"Let's just get below and hope we don't find the other one until we find the powder." Neil remarked, nodding for her to follow. He had never been on this ship, but he knew the rough layout of most river barges. Two doors down was a central door that led to the second floor. Neil crept along the outerlying edge of the ship, Emmaline behind him and staying quieter than she had on the net. Neil peeked through the corner, seeing the ass end of a man walking out of his vision. Neil waited another few moments before he opened the door. When Emmaline followed him in, Neil took a step down the stairway and unsheathed his sidesword.

"Let's be careful" he said, entirely unconvinced.

Tricksters and Theives: A Warhammer RP

It stunk of fish. Dead fish.

Neil crouched under the stone embankment, the air chilled and the fog rolling in like a wraith coming to claim the souls of Nuln. The water was dark, and other than the occasional call from the guard, it was the only thing that made any sound, lapping rhythmically mere paces from his feet. Neil clutched his newly acquired sidesword, a relatively short weapon he'd convinced Stedder to 'lend' him. He hoped he didn't have to use it, but he knew he would unless Sigmar shined upon them, or Ranald thought they deserved some luck.

Maybe the Chaos Gods had a bit more rein over the city on this day, but he pushed that thought out of his mind. Neil turned to Emmaline, the woman crouched with him, sporting trousers and a blouse under her thick coat, looking behind them to make sure no one would come up and knife them in the back. Gods, she was beautiful, in more ways than physical. Though if they survived this, he'd make sure he would warm her up nicely in the tower.

His pistol within his jacket and his sword at his hip, he nodded to her. The plan was simple. Sneak on board, beat, kill, or threaten anyone who noticed them, and untether the barge to sail it away. It didn't matter where, just away from the guards. Neil had known immediately the subterfuge would not last, so he left a sealed letter to Master Gunter, to be opened if he heard Neil got into any trouble. He expected Inspector Leizbauhnor to uphold his word and keep them safe from the law (as long as Neil and Emmaline didn't try and deviate from the plan) if only because he could use them again, but Neil wasn't going to take any chances. A scandal with the Inquisition would only harm the besieged.

As the fog rolled in, Neil saw the target obscured, which meant he and Emmaline were as well. He stood up and helped her to her feet, winking and stepping over the lip of the wall toward three mountains of crates, hugging the obstacles to keep from being spotted by any guardsman that might be wandering away from the vessel. According to Stedder, there were three guards on deck at any one time, but that didn't mean more were not below.

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