As Koricks finger's went about the delicate work of opening the cell door's lock he found himself contemplating the curious flaw of dwarven defense. In Korick's experience his people focused on creating an "impenetrable" defense around their estates or whatever they wished to keep safe. But if you were able to get in getting out was as easy as donning a superiors uniform or sliding into a group that is departing. Point being that the guard only worry about those trying to get in not those trying to leave. (click) the cell door swung open.
Korick hugged the wall as he silently padded down the hall. He pasted cell after cell most were empty, those that were in them never noticed Korick and only steeled his resolve that he would not be caught again! He reached the end of the cell block, before him was the watch post and jailer. Sitting behind a table looking over his records an sipping some brandy the jailer never realized his career was about to be irreparably tarnished. Korick slowly stalked up behind him. In an instant he had his arms around his throat with one hand over his mouth. Slowly he squeezed the air from the guard. He put up a valiant fight but Koricks grip was firm an unyielding. Finally the guard went limp an Korick let him slouch to the table."sleee
"Sleep well."Korick smirked.
As he stalked up the stairs to the manor proper Korick made particular attention to listen for the sounds of any life up ahead. He reached out an grasped the door handle and exhaled. Then slowly turned and opened the door. The door opened into a long hall lavishly decorated with suits of armor paintings and rugs. Korick took a breath in and grinned devilishly. As Korick lurked down the halls avoiding patrols where necessary he kept an eye out for the one piece that he would take with him. Suddenly the whole house was coming alive.
"Curses I took to long, if I don't get out of here soon they'll find the guard." Korick thought to himself.
he was almost to the main entry way he could see the the great double doors that would let him out to the main street of karak Maulkez. The two guards on the street would be a problem but nothin melting into a crowd couldn't solve. He heard movement coming from the stairs that flanked the hall. Korick began to back down the hall.
"Huh?" Koirck whirled around.
Two House servant where coming down the hall towards him. They hadn't yet noticed him being engrossed in conversation as they were. Korick ducked into the closest room he could find and closed the door. For long moments Korick Hardly even took a breath. Finally the servant had passed an Korick sunk to the floor with a little sigh. After a moment he got up took in his surroundings. It was a study, books lined the walls. There was a desk at the back of the room with a Portrait of a very stern dwarf in fine garb of leather and fur. Korick walked up to the desk there was a decanter of fine dwarven brandy sitting there. korick helped himself to a glass. Korick sipped his brandy as he toured the room. where there werent books there were a couple of paintings of nobles in there finery. Korick stopped dead in his tracks.
"Holy mother of stone."Before him was the most lovingly crafted pipe he had ever seen. It was solid silver crafted in the likeness of a dragon. Its back was dipped an the mouth was open. the eyes were fin ruby's, its wings were unfurled and stretched back to its tale to help support its bulk. Its tail ended in a fine ivory mouth piece. Korick gently picked it up, he knew this was his prize.
Korick stowed his prize in his pocket, he looked a round the room once more and grabbed a cloak that was hanging by the door. He draped it around his shoulders as he opened the door and put on the the sternest expression he could muster. Marched towards the main door all thought on getting to the streets. A guard stepped in front of him.
"Excuse me." the guard began.
"Out of my way you oaf, or Ill have yur beard!" Korick barked as he barged on by.
He reached the door an opened it, took a breath an kept on walking slamming the door behind him. The two guards on the street watched in surprise as Korick melted into the morning crowd.
Koricks legend had began.
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