CALLING ALL THIEVES
Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 9:33 am
LOT -The League of Thieves- beckons...
There is a class among us. A caste. A certain lot in the populace of fair Britannia. We are those who make our own way, regardless of the petty moralities fed to us by wigs sitting in the high towers of Britain. We do not ask for the shelter of order. Nor do we look to chaos for freedom. We exist below this battle-line, in the space between civilized life and the cold, raging wilds. A place where anything is law, if you are smart enough to see it through. Our lot has many names. They call us rude, unsavory, scoundrels, even outcasts. But there is one name that rises above all others, above station and world view. Our lot needs only one title. We are Thieves.
Too long have we remained scattered, divided, only to unite around some brilliant personality or some great score. Too long have we rejected each other, prayed upon one another, as if each one of us felt set upon by all the world, friendless. We say, let us be done with this exhausting waste of talent, this lone-wolf madness that destroys our true potential. We say, rise now ye Hyenas, and with your numbers overwhelm the Lions.
We call all those of our lot, all thieves, to join a league devoid of any hindering policy besides honor among our own. There will be those who seek to snatch purses with a Gentleman's grace, giving to the poor what they wrench from the fingers of the rich. So too will there be some who think only of themselves, their coffers, their legacy. Those who could pluck a dog's eye from its head without the beast noticing, and those who can barely pocket their own belongings, let alone a mark's. All of these are brothers. All of these are welcome. If you would strike a claim in the deepest dungeon, or reach for the odd coin around a crowded bank, it matters not. Join. Our lot will be one.
Seek our discretely titled organizer, "some guy", who roams the streets of Britain with an eye for like-minded fellows. Accept your lot's calling. Join the League Of Thieves. We are 18 strong now, each day richer and more exciting than the last.
There is a class among us. A caste. A certain lot in the populace of fair Britannia. We are those who make our own way, regardless of the petty moralities fed to us by wigs sitting in the high towers of Britain. We do not ask for the shelter of order. Nor do we look to chaos for freedom. We exist below this battle-line, in the space between civilized life and the cold, raging wilds. A place where anything is law, if you are smart enough to see it through. Our lot has many names. They call us rude, unsavory, scoundrels, even outcasts. But there is one name that rises above all others, above station and world view. Our lot needs only one title. We are Thieves.
Too long have we remained scattered, divided, only to unite around some brilliant personality or some great score. Too long have we rejected each other, prayed upon one another, as if each one of us felt set upon by all the world, friendless. We say, let us be done with this exhausting waste of talent, this lone-wolf madness that destroys our true potential. We say, rise now ye Hyenas, and with your numbers overwhelm the Lions.
We call all those of our lot, all thieves, to join a league devoid of any hindering policy besides honor among our own. There will be those who seek to snatch purses with a Gentleman's grace, giving to the poor what they wrench from the fingers of the rich. So too will there be some who think only of themselves, their coffers, their legacy. Those who could pluck a dog's eye from its head without the beast noticing, and those who can barely pocket their own belongings, let alone a mark's. All of these are brothers. All of these are welcome. If you would strike a claim in the deepest dungeon, or reach for the odd coin around a crowded bank, it matters not. Join. Our lot will be one.
Seek our discretely titled organizer, "some guy", who roams the streets of Britain with an eye for like-minded fellows. Accept your lot's calling. Join the League Of Thieves. We are 18 strong now, each day richer and more exciting than the last.