AngleDark peered down from his tower post, spitting a sizable glob of mucus over the edge, there was an audible 'glop' as it hit the ground ten stories below. Today was an important day, there would be no going back, even now the raiders were deep in the dungeons eeking ever closer to the kings treasures. A muffled 'boom' escaped the fortress interior, then again, and once more, the church of [~some diety here~] was ringing their bell, that was the signal to start. Though it was low out here, the sounds of the bell reverberated all throughout the mountainhall interior, from the forges to the dining hall, there was no one unaware of its presence.
AngleDark laid his crossbow on the fortification, and loaded it with a well-crafted copper bolt, encrusted with chrysoberyl. Three months ago his mates raided the gem stores and collected a good bounty, but there weren't nearly enough buyers to get all the gems out, at the time the solution seemed simple, hide the gems, that's when AngleDark learned gem setting. In the past month AngleDark became obsessed with the mining, cutting, and setting of gems, rumors spread around the barracks that each and every of his bolts had a different color gem encrusted upon it, AngleDark could not stop thinking about the other gems still stored in the hideout.
The plan was for AngleDark to make a distraction, by feigning berserker and shooting the guards along the outer gates, but as he gazed into the chrysoberyl now suspended upon a string, he could only think of the vast stores of gems he could be using. He fired. A shriek pierced the sky as a small creature with floppy ears fell over. AngleDark yelled to the other guardsman.
"Hey Urist! That makes five!"
Urist shrugged.
Why am I telling you this? Because there is no honor among thieves my friend, but that runs both ways. The raiders in the kings dungeon were desperate to keep their lives after being captured, and expunged my name to the king, I don't blame them. As I was having the living shit beat out of me, I could only think about the horde of gems still unencrusted, perhaps it was my mind attempting to think of anything but the pain, perhaps, I was going fey, as they call it.
But anyway, now I'm locked in a room near the outer gatehouse, being watched over in the same towers I used to inhabit, there's a bunch of other blokes in here, chained up, supposedly they were also 'involved' but I swear I've never seen half of em in me life. The duke himself came down and gave us a big ol' speech, from a safe distance, smug bastard. They were sending us to this place called ChamberDrums, sounds dreadful, but I'll take it over being hunted down by the still free members of our gang...
*ahem*
Sign me up for a turn.