I do not own Discworld, I do not own l-space, no one owns formulas, but I
do own bob,
the thief of fire and I know I've screwed up the timeline a bit, okay so
no flamers about that please.
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15 years later a boy is being chased by the city watch, he is a full member of the thieves guild having graduated with honors from the training program early. This time though, being a member of the guild didn't help, if anything his plight was made worse, for he had stolen the unstealable.
Everybody knows that the assassins guild has a list of people who they aren't allowed to kill, the patrician being the prime example. Well the thieves guild has a list of items it can't steal, the punishment for any thief being caught to have stolen one of these items, was an immediate, permanent trip to the mime pits.
He ran down the alley way, trying one of the techniques his old friend had taught him, what was his name? Bob couldn't remember the boys name any longer, it was like he was being erased from everywhere. The wolf followed him round another corner, the rest of the watch had disappeared around treacle mine road,
he'd left a couple of them staring at an old charred building. He was
running out of breath now, he turned another corner, no time for
climbing the wall, the wolf would get him before he got further than a meter. Another corner, yes, the river, he saw a rope leading down the hill to the opposite bank. Rather than risk sinking in the river, he ran as fast as he could, then jumped and landed on the cable, using his almost supernatural balance that made him the best edifecer in the city, he slid along it, arms outstretched.
The wolf, he could see a watch badge on its collar screeched to a halt, Bob
paused for breath and saw that the wolf was panting too, apart from
the street grime that had accumulated over the run round the city, it
was realy a beautiful bitch. He and the wolf got their breath back,
then he watched it look around, they were not far from a bridge, so he
sprinted off, down an alley into the shades.
Suddenly he stopped, gagging, a group of beggars was sitting on the side of the street, and there was an awful stench coming from one of them, another had a duck on his head, which dipped its head down every few minutes to take a bite of the mans sandwich made of what appeared to be an old boot shoved between two pieces of coat.
He knew he had gained some time, and started climbing up the wall, now he was safe, with the brickwork under his fingers he was at home, nothing could catch him now, he looked behind and saw the wolf collapse from the terrible smell, then he disappeared onto the roof beginning a leisurely jog to his favorite spot next to old tom in the Unseen University grounds.
He sat down behind the bell, he'd arrived minutes after noon, and Old tom never chimes apart from noon and midnight. He pulled his knapsack off his back and pulled out a matt black case, it wasnt very big and he wondered whysomeone had put it on the list of unstealables. He'd heard about the case from his fellow classmates andbeen interested in how anything could be considered imposible to steal, before it had been put on the list, nobody had tried, the only people of the night who visited that house where watchmen, and occasionally assasins, oh, and the odd cheif of guild for some party or another.
He'd waited till sunrise, the magical hour when watchmen aren't about, the streets are deserted with the whole city changing shifts, the thieves going to bed and the merchants getting up. He snuck up towards the house on the roof tops, having heard of many assasins stopped this way, he climbed down to the ground, and just as he started moving he saw the glisten of metal in the long grass. He waited till the various clocks and cockrels in the city were chiming and calling the hour, and threw a hand ful of sticks across the ground, 10 bear traps snatched them out of the air. He made his way over to the wall of the house and begun a careful climb, he passed a window where a baby was being fed by his mother, and a room full of dragons till he came to the master bedroom. The man was just going to bed after putting the case on his bedside table. Bob did not know how long he waited, he didn't trust the man, his grace the duke of Ankh, sir Samuel Vimes himself was a notoriously light sleeper, having disposed of countless assasins in the past. There was only one way to do this, and of course, it was the hardest one. He waited till he heard a pair of footsteps walk past the room, then he flipped over the windowsill and landed softly on to the carpet. He reached for the case and heard a groan as the commander of the city watch rolled over in his sleep. Bob was not one to tempt fate, he sstreched out his senses as far as he could muster, pulling up all his reserves of luck, he grabbed the case, and dived out the window.
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dun dun dun... cliff hanger what happened next? review to find out (and nobody's won that competition yet)
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15 years later a boy is being chased by the city watch, he is a full member of the thieves guild having graduated with honors from the training program early. This time though, being a member of the guild didn't help, if anything his plight was made worse, for he had stolen the unstealable.
Everybody knows that the assassins guild has a list of people who they aren't allowed to kill, the patrician being the prime example. Well the thieves guild has a list of items it can't steal, the punishment for any thief being caught to have stolen one of these items, was an immediate, permanent trip to the mime pits.
He ran down the alley way, trying one of the techniques his old friend had taught him, what was his name? Bob couldn't remember the boys name any longer, it was like he was being erased from everywhere. The wolf followed him round another corner, the rest of the watch had disappeared around treacle mine road,
he'd left a couple of them staring at an old charred building. He was
running out of breath now, he turned another corner, no time for
climbing the wall, the wolf would get him before he got further than a meter. Another corner, yes, the river, he saw a rope leading down the hill to the opposite bank. Rather than risk sinking in the river, he ran as fast as he could, then jumped and landed on the cable, using his almost supernatural balance that made him the best edifecer in the city, he slid along it, arms outstretched.
The wolf, he could see a watch badge on its collar screeched to a halt, Bob
paused for breath and saw that the wolf was panting too, apart from
the street grime that had accumulated over the run round the city, it
was realy a beautiful bitch. He and the wolf got their breath back,
then he watched it look around, they were not far from a bridge, so he
sprinted off, down an alley into the shades.
Suddenly he stopped, gagging, a group of beggars was sitting on the side of the street, and there was an awful stench coming from one of them, another had a duck on his head, which dipped its head down every few minutes to take a bite of the mans sandwich made of what appeared to be an old boot shoved between two pieces of coat.
He knew he had gained some time, and started climbing up the wall, now he was safe, with the brickwork under his fingers he was at home, nothing could catch him now, he looked behind and saw the wolf collapse from the terrible smell, then he disappeared onto the roof beginning a leisurely jog to his favorite spot next to old tom in the Unseen University grounds.
He sat down behind the bell, he'd arrived minutes after noon, and Old tom never chimes apart from noon and midnight. He pulled his knapsack off his back and pulled out a matt black case, it wasnt very big and he wondered whysomeone had put it on the list of unstealables. He'd heard about the case from his fellow classmates andbeen interested in how anything could be considered imposible to steal, before it had been put on the list, nobody had tried, the only people of the night who visited that house where watchmen, and occasionally assasins, oh, and the odd cheif of guild for some party or another.
He'd waited till sunrise, the magical hour when watchmen aren't about, the streets are deserted with the whole city changing shifts, the thieves going to bed and the merchants getting up. He snuck up towards the house on the roof tops, having heard of many assasins stopped this way, he climbed down to the ground, and just as he started moving he saw the glisten of metal in the long grass. He waited till the various clocks and cockrels in the city were chiming and calling the hour, and threw a hand ful of sticks across the ground, 10 bear traps snatched them out of the air. He made his way over to the wall of the house and begun a careful climb, he passed a window where a baby was being fed by his mother, and a room full of dragons till he came to the master bedroom. The man was just going to bed after putting the case on his bedside table. Bob did not know how long he waited, he didn't trust the man, his grace the duke of Ankh, sir Samuel Vimes himself was a notoriously light sleeper, having disposed of countless assasins in the past. There was only one way to do this, and of course, it was the hardest one. He waited till he heard a pair of footsteps walk past the room, then he flipped over the windowsill and landed softly on to the carpet. He reached for the case and heard a groan as the commander of the city watch rolled over in his sleep. Bob was not one to tempt fate, he sstreched out his senses as far as he could muster, pulling up all his reserves of luck, he grabbed the case, and dived out the window.
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dun dun dun... cliff hanger what happened next? review to find out (and nobody's won that competition yet)