The thief and the jewel
It was a pitch dark-night, only barely illuminated by the occasional batches of vermilion lights emitting from the windows. A man was wandering around with a large navy blue cape and worn down rags, he possessed the name Zin. He was assigned a task to steal a jewel by his taskmaster, in the form of a piece of crisp brown paper which read the details. The house he was meant to steal from was large and composed of mostly cobblestone with some thick slate rooftops. He finally seemed to arrive at a house that was quite similar to the description, but was unsure about whether to go or not. Further details mention that the inhabitants are thick goblin beasts. Zin, doubting of sneaking in through the door, decided to get out his thick leather scaling gloves and hastily grab the cobblestone on the edge of the house. Grasping one cobble by the other, advancing vertically in the shortest time span to the nearest window, he managed to catch a dim yellow light which illuminated a few sleeping goblins. The window was very much a hole that directly led into the room, hence Zin climbed in without a hitch.
Loud snoring was transferred from one end of the room to the other, as if there was a network of goblins everywhere trying to convey some cryptic message. Zin swiped the candle that lit up the room and walked around everywhere to map out the place he was in. From what he could gather, he came from the side of the room which had 4 beds in each corner of the room; there were a number of shelves in opposite ends of the room filled with bottles of whiskey, muskets and swords. The walls were as cobbled as the outside was however the floor was made out of some kind of marble mixed with some other stone materials. In the opposite corner of the window lied a door, somewhat opened. It showed a corridor which was seemingly lit with more candles than the room.
Zin decided to put the candle he had back to its rightful place and continue into the corridor. He then decided to read the paper, it indicated that the jewel was in the basement. Zin proceeded into the corridor, trying his best to stay quiet. There were a row of candles, illuminating batches of wood below and cobblestone above, the one opposite of Zin showed another partially open door. Zin quietly rushed towards the door to peek through, he saw a stairs fence and to the left of it was the stairs to what seemed like a dimly lit room with wooden tables and chairs. There was nobody in sight, so Zin decided to walk into the room and find out where the basement was. However as he walked down the stairs, one goblin found him and screeched. Zin felt a sense of dread and agony hearing that blood-curdling screech. As the goblin dashed towards Zin, he quickly jumped on the goblin's head and sent it falling to the tables, diminishing them in the process. Zin heard a lot of moaning, grumbling and footsteps - he had no time to loose, and the goblin he fought got up immediately.
Upon panic Zin ran towards the nearest door to him, hoping that it was the basement.
The door lead to another more light corridor, containing a number of doors on the left and one staircase that was on the opposite end of Zin's position. One of the doors on the right side of the corridor was completely open which seemed to be the kitchen as a nice smell that tasted of salmon was coming from there. Zin felt hungry, despite the voices getting louder behind him he decided to take a quick glance at the kitchen. The room was relatively small, the edges surrounded with worktops which were full of bits of food with the centre back of the kitchen containing a kilin. A vicious dog came rushing out of there and bit Zin's paper off him. Zin violently kicked the paper off his mouth but it fell on to one of the menacing goblins' face, which were then distracted by the paper.
Zin was reluctant to have the paper stolen by the goblins as they would know about the task he was sent, however with the dog chasing him he decided to head downstairs. He came across a dusty storeroom which was actually quite large with some lit candles scattered around. A ball with leather stitched all over caught the attention of Zin's eyes and he grabbed it. He lobbed it into another room and the dog turned his head clockwise and scrambled to the other room. Zin quickly scouted the area for a jewel, and he finally found one hidden behind a cupboard. The dog was returning to Zin and the goblins were starting to make a move into the basement, fully aware of Zin's mission.
Realizing he had a smoke bomb to his disposal, Zin immediately set it off and hurled it onto the ground as soon as the masses of moody goblins started to tackle him like a load of aggressive rugby players. Zin darted past the countless goblins that were in his way, and managed to get past them. He heard barking behind him, but the sound was not getting any louder. Zin ran back to the previous room and hastily opened the door at 3 o'clock and saw the quiet town he came from. He slammed the door shut and made the run.
Meanwhile at the top of the house, one of the goblins who heard the commotion and saw Zin stealing the jewel quickly scrambled to a room where it said "Alexander Bennett" on the door. The goblin (Alexander Bennett) who was in the room reluctantly woke up from his wooden bed and slumped to the door to open it.
"Wha' you want mate? I'm tryin' to sleep here!" complained Bennett with a stern look.
"A-A thief has stolen the jewel!" yelled the goblin, "He's made the run for it! Outside! Quick!"
Bennett went to his small oak shelf next to his bed and pulled out his dusty musket, hastily grabbed one of the bullets where the musket was and immediately stuffed it into the musket's magazine. He proceeded outside, the other goblin briskly followed him.
"Now, where is he?" demanded Bennett as the other goblin was getting nervous and shaking, "C'mon you raspberry! I haven't got all night! I need some quality sleep!"
The other goblin looked down and saw a running figure which was holding some kind of dark red jewel, "H-him!"
"The one with the cloak?" asked Bennett as the goblin quickly nodded.
Bennett aimed his gun towards the figure, "Lock on.", he seemed to have his whole focus set on the one little detail which was Zin,
"And dead."
The sound of the musket fire woke up the majority of the villagers as the rushed outside to see what had happened.
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