The Albionic Chronicles Part 1

The First Job

Gaining entry to the opulent room, Bilo's trained eyes quickly found the ambassador. With deft skill, he grappled the unsuspecting figure, hoisting him onto his back. The room was a tableau of silence as Bilo, burdened by his captive, prepared to execute the stealthy exit.

However, the unexpected unfolded. The ambassador, recently awakened and still adorned in his bedrobe and cap, muttered an incantation or an arcane phrase. The words, though unintelligible, had a profound effect. In a disorienting twist, the ambassador seemed to vanish from Bilo's grasp, leaving the tiefling rogue empty-handed and caught off guard.

The sudden disappearance not only alerted the guards stationed nearby but also shattered the carefully constructed plan. Bilo stood alone outside of the ambassador's quarters, the weight of failure settling on his shoulders. The next moves would determine the fate of their audacious venture, and the shadows seemed to deepen as Sylvester waited, poised to intervene if called upon

With the ambassador's sudden disappearance, Bilo's cover was blown, and he wasted no time in alerting his companion. "Oi Mate! Got a problem downstairs, "he called out urgently. Responding with swiftness, Sylvester dashed down the stairs, his wizardry already in motion.

Sylvester, a master of the arcane arts, conjured a mighty fireball that erupted with ferocity, catching the two guards stationed at the door in its fiery embrace. The guards, momentarily blinded by the blaze, stumbled back in disarray. Seizing the opportunity, Bilo leaped into action, his agile form a blur as he swiftly silenced the secretary with lethal precision.

However, the complication remained – the guard barracks near the ambassador's bedroom teemed with potential adversaries. The duo couldn't afford to be outnumbered. Thinking on his feet, Sylvester harnessed his magical prowess. With a flick of his wrist, a sticky web materialized and shot through the open barracks door, entangling the unsuspecting guards within. The strands of magic constricted their movements, turning the advantage in favour of the infiltrators.

Bilo, seizing the opportunity to capture the elusive ambassador, rushed back into the chambers, determined to complete their mission. To his surprise, he was met with the lethal gaze of a loaded shotgun wielded by the very man he sought to subdue. Unfazed by the threat, Bilo absorbed both rounds to the chest without flinching. The tiefling rogue, seemingly immune to the impact, pressed forward with unyielding determination.

Undeterred by the gunfire, Bilo launched into a relentless assault, overpowering the ambassador with a series of well-placed strikes. The official, now unconscious and defenseless, was swiftly tied up. Bilo, recognizing the value of the exceptional shotgun, stashed the potent firearm into his bag of holding, ensuring its concealment from prying eyes. With the ambassador slung over his shoulder, Bilo positioned himself for a hasty retreat, eager to escape the tightening grip of the embassy's security.

Meanwhile, Sylvester, understanding the gravity of the situation, took on the role of a strategic wizard. With the guards in the barracks still entangled in the sticky web, he utilized magical wards and shields to draw attention away from Bilo. The dwarven wizard became a beacon, deflecting the focused attacks of the armed riflemen. Responding in kind, Sylvester unleashed bolts of flame, a dazzling display of magical prowess that held the guards at bay.

The embassy, now a battleground of magic and might, echoed with the clash of conflicting forces. Bilo, burdened with his captive, and Sylvester, orchestrating a defensive ballet of spells, danced on the precipice of danger. As the seconds ticked away, the duo's fate hung in the balance, teetering between the success of their audacious venture and the imminent threat of overwhelming opposition.

The ominous creak of the embassy's front doors swinging open resonated through the chaos within. The exterior guards, alerted by the commotion, burst onto the scene. One of them sprinted into the street, wasting no time as he fervently rang an alarm bell, a clarion call that echoed through the night. The sound sent shivers down Bilo and Sylvester's spines, for they knew the consequences – the entire police force of London would soon descend upon them.

As the alarm echoed, Bilo, with the bound ambassador still slung over his shoulder, faced acritical decision. Time hung in the balance, and the tiefling rogue considered his options. He could either attempt a risky leap from the second-story window, a maneuver that might cost them precious moments, or make a daring dash toward the road, braving the on slaughtof gunfire from the four guards stationed there. Instinctively, he chose the latter.

With a burst of adrenaline, Bilo propelled himself through the open companionway, his feet pounding against the embassy's interior. The cobbles of the embassy district awaited him, and with every step, the chances of escape seemed to shrink. The night air crackled with tension as the tiefling and his captive ambassador hurtled towards the open street.

Battered and bloodied, Bilo and Sylvester, with the unconscious ambassador in tow, raced towards the awaiting Hoss and Hosstoo, their faithful draft horses. The discrete cart, hidden in the shadows, became their sanctuary as they sought refuge from the impending arrival of the London police force.

Reunited with their getaway vehicle, the duo faced the daunting challenge of escaping the city's grasp. As they huddled in the cart, the weight of their predicament settled upon them. The options were few, and the consequences dire.  Sylvester, with the power of flight at his disposal, recognized the immediate risk posed by the city's robust air defense system. Soaring through the skies would undoubtedly draw attention, leading to swift interception.

Meanwhile, the witnesses within the embassy meant that walking out of the city was not a viable option. The faces of Bilo and Sylvester were now etched into the minds of those who had seen them, and checkpoints around the city's outskirts would be on high alert within hours.

 In the tense silence of the cart, the duo weighed their limited options. The city, once their playground, now felt like an intricate labyrinth closing in around them. The moon cast an eerie glow over the cobblestone streets as they contemplated their next move.