Discussion in 'The Salty Dog Tavern' started by BlackEye, Dec 5, 2014.
Well I can't let @Kiryana post all his fun and I not post some of mine...
Recently I was minding my own business when I saw a gate open and a fellow appear with a set of pack horses...
Of course, curiosity got the best of me and I had to take the gate. *Jumps Gate*
I was teleported to a log cabin standing on the porch next to the character that was gating.
So, I quickly checked the front door *Turns Handle*
To my amazement it was open!
But my stride was quickly stopped by the trusty chop barrel... *Waaa waaaa waaaa*
Although there were many characters training magery on the top level the player seemed to be more interested in reg purchases and not what was going on at his home.
I quickly closed the door and ran off screen thinking this might require a closer examination.
I opened a gate to the world of the shady arts and suddenly out of the shadows a familiar conspicuous lady appeared. She immediately disappeared as she stealthed back to the house.
Once I stealthed back in I quickly but firmly I opened and closed the log cabin door and stood next to the chop barrel.
A few moments later another character showed up, they opened the door, chopped the barrel, immediately replaced it and went inside BUT did not detect...
At this point I thought there simply is NO way to get behind this table wall as the only way is to push through the character and be revealed...
But after some pondering I thought what are the odds that this person (I assumed was using pack horses to purchase regs) would bring the pack horses inside the house to put the new purchases in a locked down chest....
I thought if this does happen he most likely will NOT have red potions or use them.
Which means because the pack horses follow you so close you will have to walk inside the house make a circle (leaving only a very very slim window of the barrel being down and open) and replace the barrel.
After what seemed an eternity a gate appeared and poof in came the player with the pack horses! I could hear the sound of the horse’s hooves each individually slapping the worn wood steps as they ascended into the entryway.
*Insert sweaty hands here*
I thought here's my chance! These are the sorts of plays that separate the boys from the men! The window will be slim and I must be on my toes and not waste any time!
He opened the door and walked in RIGHT next to me, I could feel the warm moist breath of the pack horses on my skin. I stood motionless as if I was frozen in carbonite, from corner of my eye I could see the fellow lift out his old warn rusty axe. If he was Paul Bunyan he swung that trusty axe and the sweet sound of a barrel being chopped filled the cabin.
He took his trusty animals and started to walk through the table wall, I quickly and cautiously worked my way around the tables completely unseen!
The fellow placed the chop barrel and proceeded to the locked down chests in the back without detecting. This was it, I was in!
I stood next to the chest eagerly watching and he restocked his regs from the pack horses. Once he was done he walked over, chopped the barrel again and left presumably to purchase more regs. I quickly tossed the regs all in one bag and gated them out!
The heist was worth about 350,000 gold in regs! Sadly enough the soft spot in me for new players got the best of me and a few hours later I showed up and returned the regs. But it made for a great story
I love it when spies think with their heads! Great grip and rational approach! The victim is lucky that Ron is so generous!
@Ron Jeremy Often you are lucky for reagents! Nice)))
A few moons ago, a little leprechaun found some peasants acting suspiciously at the Moonglow stables.
The leprechaun noticed then running in circles quickly with a pack horse, figured they were checking for invis'd people before they opened a gate.
Of course, the leprechaun waited until they gated.... then he made his move...
Being a little fella, the leprechaun easily stealthed into their gate...arrived in front of some shack of a tower...with very poor decorations (if any at all). Definitely not easy on the eyes, bleh. The roof was littered with weapons of slayer power, in an attempt, The leprechaun assumed, they intended to show dominance over the peaceful creatures of Britania, that do NOTHING to harm anyone. These beasts only try to protect what is rightfully theirs, yet animals like these guys continue to hunt them like game!
The leprechaun watched as these two random bottom feeders ran into the tower and closed the door behind them...and the only thing he could think of was "I am not prepared for this...no scrolls, regs, runes...NOTHING.."
Did that stop him? Nope...he quietly walked right up to the door and to his surprise ...it was UNLOCKED!
The leprechaun quickly opened the door, snuck inside, and found 3 or maybe 4 people standing there with their pet horse.
The leprechaun heard one of them whisper "uh oh..." surely, they were speaking of the door that had just opened and closed with no one in sight.
Without delay, he hurried to snoop as many packs as he could, trying to find his GOLD, figuring they were about to open a scroll of some sort, or maybe gate somewhere else.
The second pack was cluttered with garbage...nothing worth taking. That was until the leprechaun opened a second bag inside...and BAM! It was a Blue/White (can't remember) Christmas Scroll!
He quickly took a deep breath, snatched the item out of the peasant's bag, and took of RUNNINNNGGGG!
Out the door he went, SCREAMING in the most intimidating battle cry he could summon, "RAAHHHHHHHH!!!" in an attempt to strike fear in the hearts of his victims, his little legs were moving SO FAST, but he was moving SO SLOWLY....
But alas, he was dressed only in a robe, no footwear, and this poorly maintained property was full of debris outside scattered everywhere in the field.
As he turned the corner behind the structure, he tripped on a stone, broke his little toe, and down he went.....
The peasants were not far behind, and used some kind of magic on the leprechaun, which left him helpless and not able to continue his escape.
The leprechaun had succumbed to his injuries, at the hands of these animals. and the item was recovered by them. NO respect for life in these parts of Britania, all savages!
A wonderful experience indeed, but the moral of this story is to ALWAYS be prepared.
(I think I know who you all were, but the names escape my memory...also, forgot to record and take pictures. Hopefully you can visualize wonderful experience)
Great steal! Easy come easy go
Just a little commissions for the penetration testing...
Started with a little casing potential marks:
Some recall hopping to find some recent activity...
A little patience....
Some intimate moments...
Showing some potential ....
Nice little commissions for a day's work!
Separate names with a comma.