An Attempted Heist (Henry, Dante, Dreamer, Merlin)

[Henry Renold]

Henry felt like he hadn't breathed since he had grabbed the strange orb, and finally he exhaled and began to calm down. The whole ordeal had been a bit of a drama really, but Henry had to laugh. Nothing was ever simple when they got together.

"Well did that satisfy your thirst for adventure?" He asked grinning and leaning against the wall of some building. It had certainly quenched his own and now he just felt like he wanted to sleep, and rest his concussed and bruised head.
"And yeah it was a bit of a waste of time," He agreed, still grinning, "Although I did manage to swipe this." He pulled the orb from behind him and showed it to Dante.
If he hadn't known better Henry would have sworn it had changed colour since it had rolled into his leg back in the guild. Must be my concussion He thought.

"So, whattya reckon its worth?"

[Dante Grixis]

"Holy Mary mother of God." Dante breathed when he saw the orb. It was flawlessly beautiful. He took it from Henry and rolled it over in his hands a few times. It radiated magic of some kind and it seemed to pulsate. It was smooth and was a bright blueish-green in color. It was quite light for its size. Dante couldn't imagine what its purpose was but he knew that it was more valuable than anything else he had seen that night.

"I reckon that it's worth more than its weight in gold." He said and grinned at Henry. "Good find my friend." He handed the orb back to Henry and started walking down the street, back towards the slums, slowly waiting for Henry to follow him.

[Merlin Emrys]

The bright light faded to an empty room, save two magicians sitting dazed on the floor. Merlin put a hand to his head, still looking at the open door.

"They got away..." he began angrily, then noticing the bags they had left behind on the floor he grinned, "...But empty-handed by the looks of things!" He pulled himself upright, picking up the bags from the floor and sifting through the haul inside. "Good thing too, there's some valuable stuff in here." Merlin looked around the debris in the room; he would have to explain the pile of destroyed orbs to the Guild elders... but apart from that, nothing seemed to be too damaged. Realising Dreamer had been very quiet, he turned to face him offering an arm to pull him up from the ground.

"What's wrong?"

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer didnt hear Merlin at first, his mind was only picturing one face and one name.

Dante...Dante...Dante

The name ran through his head over and over again. He felt like a rolercoaster, his emotions rising and falling each moment. He felt betrayed, furious, sorry, regret. He didnt believe Dante would be a common name, and if so, he knew the man who had stolen from them tonight.

Who had stolen from him tonight.

Dante was the first person who had opened his arms to Dreamer and accepted him, his first friend. He had met the shaggy man at The Ram, the tavern he had worked at. It was his first night playing, and the man was so nice.

He didnt seem like the type who would betray him.

"What's wrong?"

For a minute Dreamer just lay there, on his knees, breathing deeply in and out. Then he started to pick himself up. When he was up, he looked at Merlin and spoke quietly "They took the stone". He hated saying that, he hated admitting it.

He knew merlin would reassure him, clap him on the back and tell him it was ok. Dreamer didnt want that, not now anyway. Dreamer moved to leave the room saying, "I will find them, I will find them". Then he realized where he was, and looked around the room.

He wouldnt find them now, they would be halfway into the slums at this point. He moved to start cleaning the vault up with Merlin, quietly.