The Great Lighting Rail Robbery (IC)

[josienoms]

The train car gently rocks as it hurtles down the Lightning Rail away from Sharn. The other passengers sit idly by, sipping their drinks or reading the newspaper. A few guards in House Orien livery stand at each end of the car, near the doors, ostensibly to keep the peace.

However, you're no mere travelers. There's something you've been sent to steal: a crate of Khyber Dragonshards rests in the penultimate car of the train, along with a bounty of treasures from Xen'drik. You're to intercept those Dragonshards for your client, a human from Lower Dura named Castien, who's working as an intermediary for a Lhazaar Prince.

About a quarter of an hour has passed since the train departed from Terminus Station. In 45 minutes, you need to have the crate, along with anything else you decide to take, on the roof of the train, to be picked up via airship.

...Try not to get caught.

[Obscurejones]

Orien. Eh. Fair enough, Vivek supposed, but honestly if anything it showed a failure of imagination. Or of their opponent's pocketbooks. In either case it was borderline indefensible. Making no great haste he strolled to the end of the car, giving the guards a curt nod as he attempted to move to the next car down the line.

[JonRG]

Fiora threw an arm in front of Vivek, or rather, the Mad Harpy did. If she wanted any chance of reclaiming her rightful place as head of the family, Fiora couldn't be seen doing this. Thus she wore a dark hood over her normal dress and a scarf beneath that. "Wait. There's 100 extra galifar for your help on a little side mission before the main event."

[Obscurejones]

"... Target, parameters as to secrecy, will you be requesting the additional violence fee?"
Vivek fishes a a sheet of parchment from his pack as he speaks, twisting the cap on his ring off to expose his house signet.

[Kell_tamer]

As the two compatriots in the heist discuss personal matters in front of the guards, a member of the clergy makes her way by taking use of the distraction to pass one of the guards. The distraction should provide eyes away from her and away from her dexterous hands. Surely the sound of the tram, the people in front of them and all the other goings on will make it hard to notice the removal of keys.

In and out like always should be easy. Though its been years.

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if anything provides advantage or disadvantage
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[JonRG]

Fiora takes a deep breath. Do or die. "Morgrave University professor and his Medani guardians. He told everyone he'd be leaving on the evening train, but he's here, disguised and traveling under a false name. He's incognito, so he can't have a whole buncha guards. Seer and hitter. That's it. Plan is to go fast and hard, and, much as we can, quiet, so's not to mess up the big show. Nobody dead or permanently crippled. I need good, live witnesses." Not to mention she didn't want to see her family hurt just for serving her brother. "You're Tharashk, so figure that's not hard." She looks down at his hands. "Really? There's paperwork?" Fiora sighs. Beggars can't be choosers. She pinwheels a hand. "Okay, okay. How much is the fee, and what constitutes 'additional violence'?"