Now that I found the Horn of Quintus, I just need to wait for Farkus who's been out of town lately. In the meantime, I got contacted by some fence at the Grinning Boar. His boss, who wish to remain...
One of Lord Raputo’s lieutenants’s contacted me a few days ago. He said he had an interesting offer, an easy task at a very good price. I’d rather not be involved with the City Wardens, especially ...
Garrett continues to search for testmonies and evidences against him.
He got a message from a friend, who found another witness hiding in Greenbay quarter.
Garrett has to make sure this witness ...
In DCE, you’ll hear a familiar tale. It’s a story that we’ve all heard before, but will hopefully feel fresh as it’s told through the dark world of Thief. You’ll sneak through a snow covered city, ...
The Hammers are after an item called The Builder’s Rattle. It’s an ancient icon that was stolen by one of their own priests.
Thieving from a thief is always irresistible. No doubt this pries...
The story takes place a couple of days after the conflict between the Hammerites and the local Thieves' guild is settled.
Story:
I had decided to take a little rest after unsuccesfully find...
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...
Welcome back, old friend! Do you still dare call yourself a master thief,
or are the rumours true that you have lost your edge?
No matter! The news I have for you should quicken the heartbeat ...
An associate of mine has learned through his sources that a certain
noblewoman in Downtowne, Lady Blexham, has a little burrick problem.
She heard sounds coming from an unspecified room in her m...
I’m not the kind to do anything else but steal, but when the nobility has nothing that’s worth hiring someone like me I must and another way to all my landlord’s pockets with money. I decided to ac...
A local Brooksdale alderman and childhood acquaintance of mine, Miles Harewell, 'happened' upon me last night down at my local tavern. Apparently, he has to defend his position on the borough counc...
It’s not often I get such a good tip from idle gossip.
For weeks I heard rumours that the run-down southern town of Navenvolk was awash with fears of an imminent crisis. I didn’t pay them much at...
It's about time I visited an old friend of mine.
I received a letter from Wendolyn who used to run with Basso and me back in the old days. She's been lying low for the past few years, running a...
Nestled between Auldale and Dayport lies the Silversmoke district. Aptly named for its curious mixture of nobility and industry, Silversmoke rests in the shadow of St. Ives, a towering Hammerite ca...
"And gorg'd we on their meatsie bits, sated we our hunger.
And swallow'd we on their hot bloods, slaked we our thyrst.
And ravish'd we their buxom women, pleased we our needes.
With their pains ...
My old friend Andreas urgently needs my help. He asked if I could meet him at the Lion's Head Inn, our favourite retreat in a quaint part of the city called Mirkway Quarter. He’s got a small apartm...
My fence claims that, after years of searching,
some eccentric old coot struck upon a way into Craggenmense,
that sunken gash in the mountains up north.
The whispers of riches from this ancient ...
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