#madelinethethief

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Jace pushed the grey face out of the way and sat next to her, giving the grey face a rude gesture for taking his prize of the night.

Madeline snickered. "Envious much, dear guild master?" Regardless, she still desired attention, and held her arms out expectantly.

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Business Practices

Guruzo decided to wander out from the college for a quick drink. He had a lot on his mind and he figured a few drinks would do just the trick. He made his way into the inn and sat up at the bar. He ordered  mead and began to drink it before he heard the sound of a woman, selling her wares in the bar. It seemed like a peculiar place to set up shop, and he wasn’t sure how the barkeep didn’t straight up throw her out for it. However that was one of those things, that Guruzo knew he shouldn’t question.

He turned to look at the Breton, seeing what she had to sell, but as he looked over at her he noticed something rather shocking. Her eyes where a glowing orange, that seemed to stick out against the dark corners of the inn. Guruzo began to tense up, realizing what she was, a vampire. 

Guruzo turned back quickly, trying to not seem to surprised, lest he appear too fearful. No, he couldn’t let her know what he was. It was best to keep an eye on her to see what her intentions were, then strike if he had to.

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Madeline noted the beastman that seemed to tense and stare briefly before going about his business once more; she would not have survived as long as she had if her eyes did not catch such subtleties. Her usual response, as was her response now, was to act casual. Continuing with her peddling, she called out to the uncomfortable Argonian, betting on proving her peaceful intentions by being a friendly person. "Good evening, friend," she chimed, holding up a potion bottle filled with a curious white liquid. There was a smile in her gaze and, while the golden glow of her eyes was intimidating, the person behind them seemed more interested in selling her stock than biting necks. "Might I offer you a potion of invisibility? Or perhaps a potion to increase your magicka? My wares are all reasonably priced, and I offer discounts for those who buy in bulk." Madeline winked at him playfully. A little flirtation went a long way when it came to sales. "Perhaps even an extra discount for a handsome lad such as yourself?"

In the same vein of guiltless coercion, she had done quite a few favors for the innkeepers, as well as some less than legal jobs for the higher-ups in the College of Winterhold and the town proper, including the Jarl himself. In exchange, the innkeepers offered a friendly relationship and a roof, and she sold her potions for reasonable prices that the residents seemed grateful enough for. She had visited Winterhold quite often before she fell to vampirism, though she only interacted with the professors and a handful of mages. The most notable of these was Enthir, her fence and friend and Thieves Guild contact in this remote land. He sat within the tavern at a respectable distance as he typically did, on especially cold nights like this one. He seemed undeterred by the woman's change in eye color; she had made it clear to him that she had been seeking a cure ages ago, and never once harmed an innocent for their blood since she became an official creature of the night. Besides, she was one of the few of the guild that visited this far north regularly; her travel journals and interest in the Falmer language was always a welcome topic of conversation for him, so they got along swimmingly.

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Respite at the Rift (Open RP)

The Rift was always a lovely place to relax. The more aggressive cutthroats and bandits that dotted the roads were easy meals for Madeline, and the more passive ones that were associated with her favorite guild were easy friends. Not to mention the trees, the rainbow of foliage that made the area appear much warmer than it was. Sometimes she took to lounging by the side of Lake Honrich after a particularly stressful job, watching leaves fall as she teased the smaller fish by the docks with the toes of her boots while she locked eyes with her one true love: the pages of an interesting book. This was one of those days; she had stolen from the manor of a notable Thalmor agent earlier without a hitch(a common but complex job which typically involved stealing important notes and letters of correspondence in a timely fashion), pawned off the stolen goods to Tonilia, dropped off her earnings at her estate, and decided to spend the rest of the early hours of the morning lazing away by the lakeside. She had her cowl on, of course; her vampiric affliction was best kept hidden, and she would rather not sizzle and reek of roasted Breton when the sun glared down at her.

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What do you think of The Bear of Markarth?

Horrible creatures. Almost as bad as...mudcrabs.

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Witch Hunt

The Nightingale was being hunted. She had just robbed some Hagraven witch cult of their valuables, soul gems and such that were probably best not held by unsavory types such as they, and was mostly undetected until a witch had noticed the chest was empty and cried out in rage. Madeline was well outside the camp by then. Still, she was close and there was only one path that was blocked by mountainous terrain and cliffs that were much to difficult to scale without notice. At this point a fight was inevitable, so she hid herself in a tree for the time being. Glad for her training in archery now as she did many times when she was cornered into defending herself, she notched an arrow to prepare herself for battle. Just as she did so, another figure entered her range. "Psst! Stay away!" she hissed at the hunter. "There are witches near! Go back the way you came before they draw near!"

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hrongar started following you

"Oh dear," Madeline mumbled behind her red and black cowl, stepping past the drunkard as she skirted around him to get to her room at the inn. "Hm...I think I have some potions for hangovers..." She pondered peddling a vial or two to him. Perhaps just giving one to the poor man; he may need it.

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The Stuttering Bosmer

thestutteringbosmer started following you

"Oh? A new face in the guild?" Madeline flashed a friendly grin, her red and black cowl lowered for the time being while she practiced her lockpicking in the cistern. Not that she needed to practice; her gentle, dexterous fingers had not broken a pick for years. She did it for the fun of it, and enjoyed feeling the light taps and clicks of tumblers rising and falling. "Pleasure to meet you." She stood from her kneeling position in front of the master level locked chest before her, holding out a hand towards the stranger for a handshake. "I am Madeline of Wayrest. Which Madeline of Wayrest is something you'll have to find out for yourself." Her sharp canines glinted as the dim glow of her eyes had a playful look to them.

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Home Again

A mock cough caught his attention, and Brynjolf turned heel, a smile spreading across his face when he caught sight of her. “It’s been a long time, lass.” he greeted. “Welcome back. How long are you plannin’ on staying?”

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"Long enough," Madeline retorted with an apologetic smile and a breathy sigh. She gently lifted her old friend's hand and set the coinpurse atop his palm. "Thought I'd stop in to deliver my tithe in person for once." The purse was weighty enough that there were certainly at least a few thousand septims in there; Madeline had given up halfway through filling it, losing count at some point and just shoving in handfuls until the poor purse's delicately embroidered seams began to fray. "Plus, I read whispers of a shard somewhere in the Rift, and I thought I'd come home for a bit while I poked about for more information. What better place to start looking for a piece of a crown than in a sewer, am I right?" She snickered and nudged Brynjolf playfully with her elbow, her elongated canines glinting as she grinned.

Madeline had withheld her main reason for returning; she simply wanted to see Brynjolf again. She always held a certain attraction for the man that inducted her into the guild, but she had too much respect for him for the usual love-and-leave tactics she employed with men. Besides, she wasn't one to tie herself to one man, and her wanderlust lured her away from this place too often. Still, she did enjoy their chats and imagining him scratching his head at her latest ciphered letter. It was something she would never say out loud, but she appreciated the man's presence all the same. As far as Madeline was concerned, Brynjolf was the heart and soul of the guild.