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Ashana, Crater Coast Collective.
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The back door of a small pub...
The middle of the night...
Two men meet to make a deal...
Jekt Lueo: A Guardsman for the Borough of Ashana.
Skylar Vess: A Rogue for the seedy Thieves Guild.
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Guardsman Jekt.
He was not in the mood today
He was late
His cart was delayed.
They should have just met at the gate...
The wagers he'd placed.
The bribes that he'd made...
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Never learned that his crimes wouldn't pay.
He had to think deep of what was at stake
Before he went through with a prison break.
He was not some fool
He knew to keep cool
He wasn't a tool
His own path he'd make...
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He wore a Sera piece...
No freaky low Gyr speak...
A silver ring seared into his cheek...
All wings, no beak,
No risk he would take.
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He didn't need a Hitman.
As close as this psycho could get, man.
For him, It was either success or a pit, damn...
Doing underhanded shit.
He had to swing big
Or risk being hit.
He'd take all the chances here he could get...
Not worth sitting still
Not worth eating shit...
He'd gather his gold coins
And put out a hit...
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He could go man for man...
Fack that
He could go blade for blade!
Hiding the cards in his hand.
Kill them all, never stall, get paid...
He had the gold
And the pull
All the needed
Resources to keep all the Rogues here at bay.
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He started to see
All the walls closing in
He had gold in the vault
That he still couldn't spend...
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Skylar the Rogue.
Skylar saw what they'd do for a ring
What till you see what they'd do for a necklace...
Silver, gold, or platinum
It did not matter
Shit, all of his goons would get reckless...
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The thieves had been contemplating
This mass-escaping
They had to move lightly
They had not a nibble for breakfast...
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The Rogues had no time
The sun would be up shortly
They had to move swiftly if they would make distance...
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Their leader had one chance
To change their circumstance
They all gambled on him to make some real difference...
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They just needed seconds
A moment of vulnerability
They didn't even need weapons...
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As soon as the cages opened
They would overpower any man
There was nothing left to question...
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It was all a part of the insurrection
Every criminal plotted out their living sections
When the riot starts
So many moving parts
There would be no more time for deflections...
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Their leader had told them that there would be men,
They had gathered all that they could
They were sure they could win.
A few Master Swordsmen could do them all in
The Guardsmen wouldn't expect the convicts to have 10...
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Couldn't go blade for blade...
Fack that
He could go hand to hand!
Lay they low, make a quick escape.
Reconstruct his disassembled band...
He had the cutthroats
The muscle
The politics
He could put eyes where he needed them most.
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He was starting to see
His plan starting to work
He had shifted a mountain
While just moving dirt...