<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Lhurriel.jpg)</div><strong>Prologue</strong><br/><br/><em>In the Lower City, there exists another Kingdom and Court - the Lord of Thieves, who rules over his Court of Thieves, the masters and rulers of the city's lower denizens and the underworld. They are neither unsavory, nor vigilantes - the thieves who follow the Court tread the line of neutrality steadfastly, and while they might steal for a living, it is only from the rich who would not miss what these thieves misplace.<br/><br/>The man known as the Lord of Thieves stands atop this commoner's hierarchy, but he is a much shadowed figure. None know who he is, nor what his name is; nobody even knows what he looks like. None, that is, but for his Thirteen Rogues - thirteen men who serve as his eyes and ears, who keep him atop his throne and serve him with a fierce loyalty borne of true respect and belief in what he stands for. They are thieves, pickpockets, and spies; each rule a different quarter in the Lower City, and meet with the Lord of Thieves secretly to consolidate information and plans.<br/><br/>One week ago, one of the thirteen Rogues died, and now one of the openings among the Lord of Thieves' inner circle is vacant. Gossip has it that the remaining twelve Rogues are casting an eye over their people, to see if any are suitable to fill that last position, and as a result, all of the Lower City's thieves are in a clamor, hoping to be the chosen thirteenth.<br/><br/>All, except for Lhurriel Ayriss.</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>OOC &amp; Extras</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22918.0)