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| The Wrath of Snicker - A Trap is Set |
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| Snicker sat in a corner of the Troll Bragger Inn, an ale untouched in front of him. He had chosen this table deliberately, for it afforded him a view of the whole tavern, without drawing any attention to him. He sat there watching. The object of his attention were the four people sitting at a table in the middle of the tavern. He had been following them for days now, learning their movements. Most of their hangouts were taverns, it seemed. He'd drunk more ale in the last few days than he normally would in a month. He didn't enjoy having to sit around watching them, but if his plan was to work, he would need to know their exact movements each night. Initially he had been following them looking for inspiration, but after the first night their movements had given him a simple idea that would pay them back ten-fold. Although the idea was simple, any change in their nightly activities would spoil the whole thing and could even get him caught. After a few days of watching them, he was satisfied that they would play their part. Each day they followed the same pattern of taverns until they closed, the Troll Bragger always the last, and then loitered about the town hall, harassing those unlucky enough to cross their path in the night. |
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| It was the town hall that gave him the idea. As well as the meeting place for the town council, it also housed a small museum which contained many artefacts. Some were magic in nature, others were simply ancient and rare. All were priceless. Four items in particular were cherished by the townsfolk more than the rest. They were pink baldrics. At first glance they didn't seem like much. They looked like any other baldric that people wore. But the colour was a very faded reddish pink. It wasn't the colour that made them valuable, but the fact that they were woven out of magic by the elves, and given as a gift to the people of Leinster, before they disappeared beyond the mists. A close look at them, as they sat inside a glass cabinet, revealed a shimmering material that sparkled strangely in the light. No weaver in the known realm could reproduce such a cloth. If anything ever happened to the baldrics, the town would be in an uproar. This was fine by Snicker. Even though his plan was to steal them. |
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| Confident that his prey would stay at the Bragger for another fifteen minutes before heading for the town hall, Snicker rose, and left the inn without being noticed. Quickly he returned home to retrieve a backpack he had prepared earlier. He then left and used the shadows to his advantage, as he made his way to the town hall. When he arrived there, he circled the massive structure until he reached the side where the museum was located. The only window on that side was a tiny one, set high up, out of reach. No normal sized person could hope to use it as an entrance, but it would pose no problems for him. He glanced around once to make sure he was alone, and then used small cracks as handholds to scale the wall. When he reached the window, he pushed it open and squeezed in. Swinging his legs around he found himself perched on a ledge above the main display room. Glass cases, each filled with exhibits lined the walls below. The main entrance was down the far end of the room. The double doors were closed, but Snicker knew there would be a guard on the other side.
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| Carefully he closed the small window, and began to climb down, until his feet rested on one of the display cases. He crouched down for a moment, listening for any sounds of detection. Satisfied that all was well, he jumped down and crept silently to the double doors. From his backpack, he removed a heavy club. Grabbing the handle, he turned it gently, and opened the door slightly. Seeing the guard standing there with his back to the door, he opened it wider and brought his club down, knocking the guard unconscious. He checked that the guard was still alive, and then hurriedly approached the cabinet with the baldrics. Reaching into his pack again, this time he removed a diamond. He had chosen this one in particular as it was long and had a sharp point. Placing the diamond against the glass he scratched a circle large enough for him to fit his hand through. He repeated this several times until at last a circle of glass fell through onto the soft cushions inside the case. He wasted little time grabbing the baldrics and shoving them into his pack. He then headed back for the main entrance, noting that the guard was still out cold. He opened the door leading back out onto the street and slipped out into the night once more. Just when he thought he was safe, he heard Razor's voice nearby. Quickly he ran around the corner, and pressed back against the wall as Razor and the other three wandered past. It was with much relief that he made his way back home. The priceless baldrics tucked safely away in his pack. The first part of his plan was complete. |
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