This is the story about the fate of my family. My uncle, Ralph Mac Roberts, is the baron of a keep nestled
deep within the Rahenaen marshes.
It was once an important outpost tasked with guardin...
Crime has gone out of control in your neighbourhood, but after your beloved's life is threatened you cannot sit idly by anymore. It's time to clean up the neighbourhood, and the first step, taking ...
A couple of years ago a band of thieves raided some rich nobleman's house in some remote part of town. The details of the heist elude me, but I know that among the spoils was a particular arcane to...
A soft knocking woke me from an uneasy sleep. Opening my apartment door with the caution that only a flashbomb up my sleeve and a sharpened sword can bring, I was just in time to see the edge of a ...
During one of my recent 'wealth distribution' activities, I overheard the Hammers saying that a certain Brother Teobaldo was leaving the next day on a secret mission. Apparently he is headed to the...
Garrett,
Lord Dewinder has been a little... Off lately. It's got to do with that trip he's just taken. He's obsessed with this new painting of his. He stowed it away somewhere safe to keep us aw...
That night a week ago when Ramirez' creeps tried to kill me, and took out poor Farkus instead - and I got inside his mansion and stole the purse right off his belt - the old warden later wound up d...
I found a letter on my mantlepiece. It read,
'Dear Mr. Garrett,
We know about your foray into the Bonehoard some months ago. The High Priest has chosen to overlook this.
However, during ...
The Trickster is dead, and I can now return to my usual life of thievery. Yesterday, my landlord reminded me that the rent is due, further hinting that the world-saving adventures are finally over....
It's not very busy time recently... I feel like I was not doing this for years. But maybe it's because of me getting older and drinking too much wine... Sometimes I feel the time runs a bit too fas...
Last night, Cutty asked me to find Harren, one of his informants who recently disappeared into the Sealed Quarter. He used to work for a group of thieves who operate at the South border of the Wall...
I've been contacted lately in The Drunken Deer by a self-described old friend of
Mr. Wolfgang Handspiegel, a local industrialist, philanthropist and an avid reader.
He stated that after Mr. Hands...
A professional acquaintance of mine, Argaux, got in touch with an offer
of a job in Newbridge. He won't give me any details--maybe he's afraid
I'll do it on the sly and he'll lose out on ...
I'm not a sentimental man, but I thought I'd at least show my face at Mother Redcap's funeral.
She'd ran the Captain's Rest pub down by the docks and had a soft spot for a young lad with a
sob ...
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