Prologue 4: The Generous Thief
It was a party hosting the elite of Canterlot. All the nobility were in attendance, from the lowliest functionary all the way up to Queen Diamond Dust’s son, Prince Blueblood. The enchanted globes of light hanging above the grand ballroom reflected off the vast fortune of gems sewn into the various mare’s gowns so brightly it hurt ones eyes to look too long. It was common practice at the Gemstone Ball to wear tinted lenses over one’s eyes.
Common practice for all but the servants, who were expected to ‘bask’ in the glory of their betters. It wasn’t unusual at all for one of them to be dazzled by a passing pony and wind up crashing into a table or wall. Some of the less scrupulous nobility would take bets on how long it’d take one of their lessers to make a fool of themselves.
Some took it upon themselves to help things along, intentionally shifting their flanks to hit a passing light globe just right and dazzle one of the servers. One such mare was in the sights of the Lady Upper Crust, well known for her cruelty to her own serving staff. She only employed unicorns, and treated them all as poorly as possible. So it came as little surprise to her friends that she’d singled a unicorn out.
The servant in question was a young mare, possibly still a teenager. Her coat was a rich ebon black color, so dark it actually seemed to draw in and dilute the light around her, while her lily white mane and tail were clearly styled haphazardly, and pulled back into a pair of loose ponytails tied off with a bit of green ribbon. She levitated a tray of hors d'oeuvres at her side, offering them to any noble who passed.
Her cutie mark of a serving tray drew some chuckles as well. How sad must it be for a pony’s destiny to be serving their betters. Small amount of pity aside, nopony thought to warn the hapless mare of her impending embarrassment. As Upper Crust maneuvered to catch the light just right, she shifted her haunches to reflect it from the diamonds adorning her dress right into the mare’s eyes.
Of the many assembled ponies at the party, only one noticed the serving girl avert her gaze at the last second. He raised an eyebrow as she acted blinded, and stumbled about helplessly. His confusion turned to amusement as the mare ‘tripped’ sending her tray flying through the air to land directly atop Upper Crust’s head. It was all he could do to avoid applauding her cleverness, no doubt such an act would only get her into more trouble. As it was the incensed Upper Crust was berating her furiously over her fall, and the ruin of her gown.
Eventually the noblemare grew tired of belittling the servant and sent her away with a disgusted sniff. The servant bowed low, almost sticking her nose against the ground as she hastily cleaned up her mess and retreated back toward the kitchen. She yelped in alarm as she backed into one of the party goers. “I’m so sorry sir! Please forgive me.”
The stallion in question regarded her with mild amusement through his monocle. Wearing a finely tailored suit, his blue mane styled expertly, and a slim moustache giving him a rather debonair look. “My fault entirely my dear, accept my apologies.”
Eyes lowered she offered a demure smile. “You’re too kind m’lord.”
She had the lightly accented drawl of a pony living in the lower districts, though to his ear it sounded just a tad forced. He fell into step with her as she entered the kitchens. “M’lord this is for the servants…”
“Well that means I’m certainly allowed back here does it not? This IS my kitchen after all.”
The mare’s eyes widened in alarm. “Oh sweet Celestia I’m so sorry m’lord!”
Chuckling warmly he shook his head. “Nothing to apologize for.” Glancing around to ensure they were alone his smile turned playful. “You handled Upper Crust quite well out there, I must say.”
Eyes widening in alarm she looked away hastily. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about m’lord.”
“Ah, of course not.” He took a moment to study her more closely. She was certainly beautiful, if a bit on the unpolished side. Her coat was healthy and glossy, though slightly unkempt here and there. Similar to her mane, the hair shined healthily even if it was in a haphazard ponytail. “Well you seem to be well enough, I should allow you to return to work.”
Bowing her head politely she waited patiently for him to leave. Once he was gone she wove her way through the kitchen, refilling her tray. Did you get it?
Hmph! Of course I did! The vault’s in the basement of course. Normally there’re guards all over it but they’ve all been reassigned for the party. You’re still gonna have to get by one stationed at the stairs though.
The serving mare made her way back out to the party, calmly offering the guests her tray as she continued her mental conversation. Have anything on him?
Mmm, just a sec. Okay I got him. Let’s see… ugh. Earth ponies with big flanks.
One or two guests noted the mare rolling her eyes in disgust with confused looks on their faces. She recovered quickly and smiled politely. “Apologies. One of the cooks was getting a bit fresh.” I can work with that. What else?
Standard trap placement. Looks like we got nets, alarms, and sleeping darts. Nothing fatal if you screw up at least.
Nodding politely to a guest helping himself from her tray, the mare moved along, eyes roaming about the ball room until she spotted a bored looking stallion standing around before a grand staircase outside the room. Your confidence in my abilities is overwhelming. Is that it?
Vault’s got a combination lock. I’ll have it for you before you get there.
Setting her empty tray aside the mare ducked into the coat room. Good enough. Talk to you soon, I have work to do.
Her horn glimmered with a soft, baby blue hue as the ribbon around her mane unwound itself. Once it came free her coal black coat shifted to the snowy hue her mane had been, while her mane and tail became a rich, royal purple color. Finely crafted black leathers covered much of her body, a jeweled rapier shimmering into view on one side, while a matching dagger appeared on the other. Reactivating the enchantment on her Ribbon of Disguise, she shivered as the magic flowed over her body again.
Lacking a mirror she had to eyeball herself manually, but she liked what she saw. A pale pink coat with a thick, curly mane of blonde hair. The ribbon now a small jeweled pin. Unbinding her tail she gave it a sharp flick allowing it to fluff out like her mane. A quick tap at her forehead revealed no horn, and she didn’t need to look to know that her flanks had been generously increased in size. Her armor had been replaced with a flashy, gem studded gown.
Sighing in disgust at all things male, she slipped from the coat room toward the stairs. She caught the guards attention immediately, and it was all she could do not to break into a delighted fit of giggles. “Well hello handsome.”
The young earth pony stallion’s eyes widened as this vision of loveliness addressed him. “Uh… um… h--hi?”
Tittering a little laugh the mare smiled coyly. “What’s a good looking stallion like yourself doing out here… all… alone.” She dropped her tone to a more husky quality at the end.
The hapless guard’s eyes widened further as he tried to stammer a reply. Her smile never fading, she paced passed him, adding some extra sway to her hips as she ran her tail under his chin. “Wouldn’t you rather have some company?”
The meaningful way she said company could only mean ONE thing, and standing around in front of the stairs to the basement was really boring to begin with. Barely giving his post a second glance he followed after the gorgeous mare as she slipped into one of the rooms off the main hall.
If anypony in the party heard the dull thud of an unconscious body hitting the floor, it went unnoticed. The mare casually slipped from the room and glided gracefully down the stairs, her hooves barely making a sound.
You sure have a way with the stallions, Jewel.
The mare, Jewel smiled at the compliment even if her partner couldn't see it. Why thank you darling, but honestly they make it so easy. It’s certainly unfair with you about picking their brains for just the right appearance.
Ha, fair enough. The vault is at the end of the basement hall. Brace yourself, I’m going to give you a picture of the trap layout.
Jewel often found her psionic partner utterly invaluable, but one thing she couldn’t stand were the mysterious stallion’s little psychic ‘share sessions’. Leaning up against the wall for support she was rocked back on her greatly enhanced flanks as the mental image unfolded in her mind. Trying to ignore the dull ache in her brain she focused on the mental picture as much as possible, picking out the various traps that lay in wait for her. I… I have it. Stop!
All at once the link was severed and Jewel was alone in her head once more. Sorry, I know you hate it but it’s the quickest way.
Shaking her head at her partners apology Jewel smiled faintly again. No need to apologize. Your assistance is invaluable as always. Now give me a moment, I need to concentrate.
The psion fell silent as Jewel stepped carefully into the basement corridor. With infinite care she picked her way across the floor, nimbly stepping around the various pressure plates that lay in wait for her. It was almost too easy to cross the floor and make it to the sizeable vault door. Combination?
Sixteen right, eighty three left, forty seven right.
Her unseen horn shimmered as she magically gripped the combination wheel, swiftly spinning it to the proper numbers. The vault opened with a satisfying ‘KA-CHUNK’. Jewel took hold of the door in her magic gently easing it open in case of squeaky hinges. Hearing no telling sounds she swung it open with more force, slipping inside and shutting the door most of the way behind herself. I’m in.
Great! I don’t think anypony’s noticed the missing guard yet, but just in case let’s wrap this up quick. You have the crystal the boss gave you right?
Nodding slowly, Jewel removed her ribbon and tucked it away in a pouch on her armor. Drawing out a small golden stone, she rapped it gently on the floor causing it to burst into bright radiant light, illuminating the vault. A little squeal worked its way through her mouth as she took in the veritable mountains of jewels and golden bits. Oh Sifter, if only you could see it!
Jewel felt a little tingle in her head, then in her eyes. Sweet Celestia! Look at all that loot!
Not commenting on her partners mental intrusion, Jewel pulled a small patch of what appeared to be black fabric from another pouch. Rapidly unfolding it to a much larger size, she tossed the portable hole to the floor and began levitating large heaps of gold and gems into the magical container. Am I looking for anything specific?
Nope! This is just a cash grab so cram whatever you can into that magic hole of yours and let’s get gone.
Rolling her eyes, Jewel resumed her looting. Must you make it sound so… filthy.
Ha! I guess I did. Wasn’t even trying. I’m pretty awesome like that huh?
Eyeing her portable hole and finding it nearly full, while the vault had barely a dent in its massive amount of coin Jewel nodded in satisfaction and began folding the hole up once more. That’s one way of putting it.
Jewel whirled around, eyes wide with alarm as the vault door swung open fully. The lord of the manor himself was standing their eyeing her carefully. “Ah, Miss Rarity. I thought that was you upstairs, but you looked a little more rough and tumble than I recalled.”
Jewel? What is it? What’s happening?!
I’ve been discovered. Get out. I’ll meet you at the rendezvous. Rarity smiled pleasantly, bowing low. “Lord Fancy Pants, it’s a pleasure to see you again. Circumstances aside.”
“Indeed.” The stallion stood firmly blocking the exit. “You’re a criminal now are you?”
Rarity smiled wryly. “I’ve been a criminal for quite some time my lord.”
A look of sadness passed over the noble stallions face. “Yes… I suppose you have, haven’t you?”
He appeared to be unarmed, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous. It would be more unusual for a unicorn as wealthy as Fancy Pants to not have some sort of magical charms or protections than if he did. “How did you see through my disguise?”
Chuckling softly he levitated his monocle a bit closer. “A true seeing enchantment. Detects magic, lies, and poison as well. Useful for the occasional less than scrupulous business partner. Or serving filly as the case may be. Quite clever though, entering as one of the servants. Ponies so rarely pay attention to them. And I believe that little tickle in the back of my head was a psionic? I trust my guard isn’t too greatly hurt.”
Rarity’s smile never faded as she shook her head. “He’ll have a bit of a headache when he comes to, but no. I’m a thief not a killer.”
“The fact that you’re any sort of criminal breaks my heart. It would break your father’s heart too.”
Rarity’s smile vanished in an instant and her eyes hardened. “Don’t speak to me of what my father would or wouldn’t have felt m’lord. Obviously neither of us knew him as well as we thought or I wouldn’t be in the situation I’m in now.”
“A situation entirely of your own making my dear.”
“Don’t you think I know that?! I know what I’ve done, and I’d do it again a hundred times over! No matter what happens to me, all that matters is she’s kept safe!”
Fancy Pants sighed softly. “It’s such a shame what life has forced you to become. You could have been somepony special my dear. Mares like yourself are few and far between. If you’d been allowed to keep your title the things you could have accomplished…”
Some of the venom left Rarity’s voice. “Yes well… what’s past is past m’lord. I don’t regret my actions for a second.”
After a moment of studying the mare silently, Fancy smoothly stepped aside. Rarity stared at him incredulously for a moment before darting passed him and into the corridor beyond. “I wish there was more I could do for you and her ladyship than just give some coin.”
Rarity paused at his words, casting an eye toward him. “...thank you. I won’t forget this.” And then she was gone.
***
Sifter paced anxiously outside the Hoof and Wing tavern in the Canterlot slums. He’d been waiting nearly an hour for Jewel to show and was starting to think she’d been captured. Slitted yellow eyes darted about nervously as he constantly scanned the surface thoughts of anypony passing by.
“Goodness you look ready to burst out of your skin.”
“Yah!” Large bat-like wings unfurled from his sides at the sudden voice from behind. He scowled as a smirking Rarity appeared from the shadows. “Jewel! You scared me half to death!” He could never stay mad at the gorgeous mare though. Her own slate gray coat was a near mirror to his, though her vivid green eyes and shimmering indigo mane made it hard to stay mad at her. She was the most gorgeous pony he’d ever laid eyes on, even if she was a unicorn and not a fellow night pony.
Laughter danced in her eyes as Rarity settled beside her partner. “I couldn’t resist. You always get so nervous after a job.”
The stallion gave an indignant huff. “How’d you get away?”
“My feminine wiles of course. Even noble lords drop their guard around a beautiful mare. Do you want your cut now, or wait until Shadow’s taken his portion?”
The night pony stallion shifted at the mention of their guild leader. “I’ll wait. I feel better when he gives me my pay himself.”
Rolling her eyes at his timidity Rarity shrugged. “Very well. A pleasure working with you as always Sifter. I’ll see you around I’m sure.”
Turning to go, she stopped as he called out again. “Wait! You uh… you maybe wanna get a drink in the tavern with me. Or… or something?”
Rarity paused and looked back at him, clearly considering. “...another night Sifter. I have somepony waiting for me at home.”
If his face could fall any further it’d hit the cobblestones at his hooves. Suppressing a laugh she smiled warmly. “My little sister. She worries if I’m out too late on a ah… ‘work night’. Ask me again when we’re not on the job. Maybe I’ll say yes then.”
“Maybe?”
Flashing the coy smile she gave all the stallions she stepped into the shadows, melting away into the night. “Maybe.”
***
Rarity made her way through the twisting back alleys of the slums toward the ramshackle hovel that served as home. Situated between several similar shacks, it was neither unique, interesting, or spectacular. Just the way she wanted it.
Grunting as she heaved against the ever stubborn door, Rarity slammed it shut behind herself. “I’m home!”
A tiny ball of filly-shaped energy came charging from the pile of blankets that served as their bed. “Hi Jewel! Didja get lots of good loot?!”
“Hello Sugar Cube. I may have gotten some good ‘loot’. Would you like to see?” Laughter danced in the older unicorn’s eyes as she gazed down at her little sister. At home the little filly was allowed to go without her own coat altering ribbon. She was a slightly more off white than her sister, with a mop of pale lilac and pink curls dancing merrily about her head. No matter how bad their situation got her bright green eyes never lost their zest for life.
Sweetie Belle giggled like she always did when they used their fake names with each other. “Lemme see! Lemme see!”
Rarity delicately unlaced her leathers hanging them by the door, unwinding her ribbon and laying it with them, allowing her true shape to emerge. “Alright… but don’t make too much noise. It’s late and the neighbors might be sleeping.”
Sweetie rolled her eyes toward the wall to the right, where the loud sounds of two ponies ‘enjoying’ one another’s company was clearly heard. “They’re doing something alright.”
Rarity’s eyes widened. “Honestly! Where you pick up such manners!”
Another eye roll was the little filly’s response. “Gee I wonder. It’s almost like we’ve been living in the slums for the last three years.”
Giving her sister a slight cuff on the back of the head Rarity levitated her portable hole out of her armor. “Don’t get smart with me little miss.”
Rubbing the back of her head sullenly, Sweetie Belle pouted most spectacularly. That is until Rarity unfolded the hole, revealing the small fortune in gold and jewels within. “Wooooow… there’s so much! Do you think…”
Rarity frowned. “No Sugar, we can’t leave the slums. It’s too dangerous in the upper districts for us. There are guards everywhere.”
Another little huff was the younger’s response. Her pout was fading quickly as her sister allowed her to clamber in the hole and rummage through their ill gotten gains. “Can we at least have a little fun with some of it?”
“A little fun, Sugar Cube.” Rarity moved to the edge of the whole, starting to levitate her haul out and onto the floor of their home. Sifter might be terrified of their guild master but she was anything but. The rakish stallion had been more than kind to she and her sister, and she owed him more than she’d ever be able to repay. While the life of a criminal wasn’t what she’d planned for herself down the line, she was doing what she had to for the sake of her sister.
“So how much is ours?!”
Rarity raised a brow. “Ours? I didn’t see you sneaking into Lord Fancy Pants’ vault and making off with his riches.”
“You know Light Hooves offered to train me again…”
All amusement fled the older pony’s face. “Absolutely not! You’re not a thief Sweetie Belle! You’re not going to run about like those other ragamuffins and pick pockets.”
Sweetie frowned, her sister only used her real name when she was really upset. “S--sorry Jewel… I just want to help.”
Rarity’s face softened at that. “I know. I know. I just don’t want you getting mixed up in my work is all.”
“But it sounds so fun! Meeting dark mysterious stallions! Charming the bits out of noble ponies! Sneaking into vaults and picking locks and breaking traps!”
“I’m sure to a young pony it sounds all fun and exciting but I assure you, it’s anything but. You do know what will happen to me if I’m caught don’t you?”
Sweetie scoffed. “Nopony’s going to catch you! You’re the best thief in Canterlot!”
Rarity couldn’t hide a proud little smile. “I am aren’t I? Still it’s not just me. Sifter is an excellent partner.”
“Just a partner?”
Rarity’s eyes widened again. “Honestly! What has gotten into you tonight?!”
Sweetie Belle giggled delightedly at her sister’s discomfort, trotting back to their bed and squirming beneath the blankets. “Nothing!”
Shaking her head at the unpredictable little filly’s behavior, Rarity began meticulously counting the coin. She separated the gems from the bits, easily being able to appraise the precious stones by eye. Accounting for Sifter’s cut, and their boss’ take she set fifty bits aside for herself, and one particularly choice ruby for her personal collection. She was handing over an enormous sum of money to the guild, but after operating fees, equipment, and the less than small protection fee she paid for the guild to ensure her anonymity it all evened out in her opinion. Every coin was well spent.
Gently easing a large basin she and Sweetie Belle used for a bath tub to the side, she levitated a piece of tan colored cloth from the floor, the color blended perfectly with the floor of their hovel and was nearly impossible to detect if you didn’t know it was there. Eyes shining at the small trove of gold and gems within her little cubby, Rarity added her take from the evening to the pile. “Things will get better soon Sweetie Belle. I promise.”
***
“Alright Sugar Cube. I need to go see Shadow Stalker this morning. I trust you can keep out of trouble while I’m gone?”
Sweetie Belle beamed innocently up at her sister. “Uh huh!”
“Good. If you do go out, make sure you wear your ribbon.”
The filly rushed to the small sack containing her personal belongings, fishing out the length of red ribbon and tying it in her tail. She smiled toothily as her coat became ebon black, and her mane and tail a brilliant crimson. She blinked up at her sister with blazing golden eyes.
“Very intimidating. Behave yourself today. I shan’t be gone long.”
“Yes, Jewel.”
Rarity smiled and kissed her sister atop the head before slipping out into the pre-dawn Canterlot morning. She opted for her ‘usual’ Jewel look. The gray coat and perfectly straight indigo mane was a look she’d grown rather fond of over the last few years. If she’d been paying more attention to the happenings behind her, she’d have noticed her little sister slipping off down another alley to meet the very group of pickpockets she’d been ordered to keep away from.
Content that all was as right with her world as things could be, the professional thief made her way through the winding alleys of Canterlot’s slums. A familiar sight brought a frown to her face however. A rail thin pegasus colt sitting on a street corner with a badly dented metal cup set before him. Sighing softly she veered from her course toward the colt. “Again, Featherweight?”
The little colt flashed her a wan smile. “Mom an’ pop’ve been gone longer’n usual this time Miss Jewel. They always come back eventually!”
Rarity sighed. “Yes, eventually.” Levitating a hefty sum from the portable hole tucked away in her leathers, she dropped enough coin in the little cup to nearly fill it. “Make it last, you hear me?”
Smiling ear to ear now he nodded rapidly. “Yes ma’am! I will!”
“Good. Off you go. Scoot.” She watched him charge away, no doubt to the sweet shop to buy his own body weight in candy. Shaking her head at the colt’s antics she continued on her way. The guild house was situated almost in the very center of the slums. Everypony knew what it was, and what those who worked within really got up to. And everypony turned a blind eye to it. Shadow Stalker kept Canterlot safe in his own way. Crime wasn’t terribly rampant, and he kept his people under tight control. Even the guard ignored his members coming and going… for the most part.
Rarity felt her hackles rise at the sight of the morning guard. She didn’t like Velvet Touch, and Velvet Touch CERTAINLY didn’t like her. Frankly, Rarity found the purple coated pegasus to be something of a tramp. While Rarity herself wasn’t above using her feminine wiles on a job, Velvet was known to go ‘all the way’ with a mark before robbing them. Turning up her nose she pointedly stalked passed the smirking mare, making her way into the warehouse.
She was well recognized by anypony in the guild, and the secret hatch leading into the proper guildhouse was opened without delay for her. Nodding her thanks to the burly earth pony standing guard inside, she descended to the building beneath the building. Rogues, burglars, pickpockets, and street toughs all practiced their art down here. Shadow’s only rule when pulling a job was no pony dies. Something Rarity found meshed quite well with her already stretched moralities.
A few familiar faces called a greeting or offered a friendly nod, which Rarity returned. Three years ago she’d have never imagined herself rubbing elbows with common criminals. Now however she had a hard time picturing her life without the rakish scoundrels. Sure they were all criminals, but that didn’t make them bad ponies.
She was ushered into her guild master’s office with all haste, the door shut gently behind her as she stepped into the stallions personal chamber. Most pictured a thieves guild as some sort of dark hole in the ground littered with torture devices and mounds of ill gotten gains. The reality was quite the opposite. It was a very comfortable building, Shadow Stalker’s office being no exception. A large fireplace blazed with a magical, smokeless fire providing warmth and illumination.
The stallion himself was seated behind his desk, flipping through some paperwork at his hooves. Atop his head was perched a rather stylish wide brimmed hat, with a sizeable feather situated in the band of red ribbon around the top. His black leather armor was nearly identical to her own, though he complimented it with a long cloak that seemed to oscillate between all the colors of the spectrum when it caught the light just right. Which tribe he actually belonged to was a subject of some debate, as nopony ever saw his head or back unadorned. Upon his face he wore a finely embroidered, jeweled eye patch which had the habit of switching from eye to eye when one looked away. It presently covered his right eye, and the left raised to meet her gaze.
“Jewel my best and brightest operative! Sifter told me things got a little dicey last night. I wasn’t worried for a second however. You haven’t failed me yet.”
Rarity smiled at the praise. “You’re too kind, sir. It was nothing I couldn’t handle. I just had to get a little rough with a gentlecolt.”
“Ha ha! Poor fellow had no idea what he was getting into I’m sure. How’s that sister of yours? Keeping out of trouble?”
Rarity smirked as she retrieved the portable hole given to her by the very stallion she was speaking with. “As if you don’t keep close tabs on her comings and goings.”
“Too true! You know you’re both more than welcome in the guild house. We certainly have the room. It’d be more comfortable than that filthy shack of yours.”
Rarity’s smiled faded as she unfolded the hole. “I’d like nothing more than to accept the offer Shadow, but you know why I can’t. All it would take is one mistake and well… we are worth a considerable amount of bits after all.”
“Alas. I’d like to say our little family of thieves would never betray one of their own, but there’s always somepony who gets just a touch too greedy for their own good.” He rose from his desk coming around to stand before Rarity. “Well let’s see the take.”
Nodding she stepped back, and began to levitate the coin and gems from the magical container. Shadow Stalker gave a low whistle as she cleaned the hole out. “Already taken your cut?”
“I have. Sifter wanted to wait for you to pay him personally of course.”
“Of course. Poor fellow’s so jittery around me. Probably because he can’t peek into my head like he does everypony else.”
“Well! Excellent work as always my dear. In fact I think this deserves a little something extra.”
Rarity frowned gently. “Not at all, sir.”
“Bah!” The stallion waved a hoof imperiously. The door to his office swung open admitting a pair of his underlings who went about gathering the currency and making off with it, either to the vault or to the fence Rarity didn’t know or care. “I reward my operatives who do good work. And you do good work.” Shadow Stalker himself retrieved a long, elegantly heeled pair of black leather boots from somewhere behind his desk. “The matching pair to your armor.”
Rarity suppressed a squeal at the expertly crafted hoof wear. “Shadow, they’re gorgeous.” All reservations tossed aside she hastily kicked off her normal boots and slipped the new pair on, raising an eyebrow at the magical tingle that accompanied the action.
“They match to your armor in all aspects. Just like the armor helps you blend into the shadows a bit better, these will help quiet your step.”
Giving her hind leg an experimental stomp, she smiled approvingly as her hoof barely made a sound. “Well this will certainly make me more effective at my work.”
“Speaking of work, I have a client who’s asked for you personally.”
Rarity frowned at that. “I don’t know if it’s a good thing that I’m getting renowned enough to be known, Shadow Stalker.”
“Ah! Well she’s a bit of a personal friend. We chat regularly and you’ve come up in conversation now and again. I assure you she’s the sort of mare who’d never breathe a word of our goings on to anypony.”
The mare regarded him curiously now. “Well what’s this oh so mysterious job?”
Shadow beckoned for her to sit, which she did. He unrolled a sheaf of paper spreading it across his desk. Rarity leaned forward to clearly see the revealed map better. “You’re going here. It’s a town called Ponyville.”
Now Rarity frowned harder. “That’s more than a short walk from Canterlot, Shadow. I can’t leave my sister.”
“Ah! Well not to worry, I already thought of that.” The dapper stallion rolled the map up. “It just so happens they’re having their annual Summer Sun Celebration in Ponyville in three days. Little Sugar Cube can enjoy the festivities while you and Sifter see to the job. It’s the perfect time really, everypony will be so busy with their festival they won’t notice a couple more strangers coming into town just to partake.”
Rarity’s frown didn’t fade. “I don’t know Shadow…”
The guild master nodded slowly. “I understand. The reward is something of particular interest to you however. My friend is quite the accomplished wizardess, and is willing to give you and Sweetie Belle new identities. Magical transmutations that will be completely undetectable by anypony save she herself. She’ll arrange new identities for you, and see to it that you’re settled comfortably any place you like.”
Rarity’s eyes widened at the implications. “What… what am I to steal?”
“That’s the tricky part. Beneath Ponyville lays a series of catacombs. Buried deep within them is a sort of… vault. The door is inlaid with many precious stones. The client wants you to pluck as many of the stones from the door as you can. Any more than one are yours to keep. So obviously I’d prefer you to get a generous amount of them.” He finished with a wink.
Rarity sat silently, considering all she’d been told. “I’ll do it.”
“Splendid! I’ll make the travel arrangements. You just enjoy some quality time with that little scamp of a filly. I’ll work out most of the details with Sifter and he can brief you on the way. Sound good?”
The mare nodded. “It does. Thank you sir, I won’t let you down.”
She didn’t see his look darken as the door closed behind her. “...that’s what I’m afraid of.”
***
Rarity made it through the guild and outside quickly, excitement urging her hooves to speed across the alleys toward home. One more job. One last job and she could have a real life with Sweetie Belle. Give her a proper home, maybe even send her to school or… or anything she wanted really!
A shadow passed overhead and caused her to come to a quick halt, as Velvet Touch landed in front of her. “Another big job?”
Rarity sniffed daintily and moved to go around the mare. “None of your concern.”
Velvet shifted to block her passage. “I suppose not. Though something has been bothering me lately.”
Rarity tilted her head, feigning sympathy. “They make all sorts of wonderful creams and ointments for the sort of bothers you’ve no doubt picked up Velvet.”
The other mare chuckled mirthlessly. “Witty as always Rarity. But no. See I’ve been thinking… you and that sister of yours turned up what? Three years ago? Almost to the day isn’t it?”
Rarity’s look hardened. “...and?”
“Well I’m not the best student of history… but I vaguely recall that Princess Sweetie Belle’s lunatic half sister up and abducted her three years ago, then went into hiding and neither have been heard from since. Not to mention those upper class accents you both have darling.”
“I suggest you drop this line of thinking Velvet. It’s not doing anypony any good.”
Velvet ignored the steel in the other mare’s voice. “You think you’re oh so clever don’t you? Swooping in here and charming your way to the top. Well I’ve got news for you, Rarity. The game’s over. Unless you can come up with a very good reason for me to not report you and collect that huge bounty, your life’s about to get a lot more complicated.”
Rarity met Velvet’s eyes, neither backing down an inch. Finally Rarity smiled and eased back. “I have a very good reason as a matter of fact.”
“Oh? Well this I’d like to-hkk!” Velvet’s voice was cut off as Rarity’s dagger flew from its sheath, embedding itself in her neck. The pegasus’ eyes were wide as she spread her wings, preparing to take flight, only for Rarity, still magically gripping her dagger to wrench the blade free while smoothly stepping out of the way of the sudden spurt of blood.
With nothing to keep her blood from pumping freely onto the street, Velvet Touch quickly lost the strength to even attempt flying, and fell heavily to the ground. She looked up at Rarity pleadingly, only to be met with an icy gaze in return. “You’re dead, darling. There can’t possibly be a better reason than that.”
Calmly stepping over the still mare’s body, Rarity continued on her way. She really was excited to tell Sweetie Belle about the coming festival.
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“You’re insane, Celestia. Absolutely insane. I want a better explanation than ‘it’s what has to happen’ or I’ll call off this whole nonsense heist.”
Celestia sat in Shadow Stalker’s office, calmly gazing into the fire. “She’s returning one way or the other, my friend. Nothing we can do can prevent that.”
“Maybe so but why in Tartarus would you want to hasten it!”
The towering mare was quiet for a time. “...honestly what sort of name is Shadow Stalker? Did you make a list of the most cliched thief names imaginable? Cobalt suits you much better.”
The stallion blinked, momentarily taken aback at the abrupt shift in conversation. “Oh no! That might work on some of the others but you can’t play your stupid games with me. Tell me what this is all about, I mean it.”
“If Nightmare Moon is allowed to return at her own pace, it will be at full strength. If however, her cell is opened early she certainly won’t ignore the opportunity for freedom. She’ll emerge not quite at her full power.”
Shadow nodded. “And then we’ll strike her down once and for all.”
Celestia frowned gently. “Perhaps. So! It seems you’ve really taken an interest in Rarity and her situation. You’ve been very generous to those two.”
The guildmaster shrugged indifferently. “No more so than any of my other operatives.”
“Hm. I seem to recall you were very close with Queen Crystalline, all the way up until she married the King of course. Then you two mysteriously stopped speaking with one another.”
Shadow’s eyes narrowed. “...and?”
“Well. The rumor is, the Queen was pregnant before she was wed. Could you imagine?”
“Mmm. It would be quite the scandal if that turned out to be true.”
Celestia smiled. “Wouldn’t it just? Be safe my friend. I should be going.”
“Wait! You ah… have you spoken with Golden lately?”
Celestia paused in the midst of her teleportation spell. “We have tea together every week, why do you ask?”
The stallions dark coat did an excellent job hiding his faint blush. “No reason.” He waited until he was sure Celestia was gone before sliding open a drawer and retrieving a small crystal. Contained within was the image of six ponies. Two unicorn mares. One lily white with a bright pink mane, the other a rich deep blue with a bright blue mane to match her sister. A sternly glaring pegasus stallion with a pastel yellow coat and pink mane was shooting a dirty look at the inky coated earth pony stallion beside him. The earth pony mare with the rich green coat and silken white braids sat almost touching flanks with her fellow tribesman, while a pegasus mare with a white coat and golden mane looked on smiling.
Sighing softly he gazed down at the magically captured moment. “Happier times.”
Rarity True Neutral
Aristocrat: 2 Rogue: 4
Strength: 13
Dexterity: 16
Constitution: 12
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 12
Charisma: 18
Special Equipment
Shadowed Leather Armor +2
Boots of Move Silently
Ribbon of Alter Self
Sweetie Belle Neutral Good
Rogue: 1
Strength: 8
Dexterity: 13
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 14
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 16
Wow! Another chapter and it sure isn't disappoint .
is best Rogue.
I tend to avoid anything with a "DARK" tag, but as an avid dungeoneer and DM, i can't help but want to give this a try. Faved so I can read it later.
Oh heck yeah, I think I like Rarity's new background most of all so far.
Looks like Celestia had an adventuring party of her own back in the day.
Introduce and kill off bth in the same chapter? Seems legit.
Not the first fic I've seen where an AU-Rarity is portrayed as having turned to a life of crime.
Though, I can't help but wonder what good those levels in Aristocrat do.
JARLAX! How did you become a pony?
I really like your story so far. Keep up the good work, good sir.
The cake scene is still better... Because I said so.
Celestia's quite the puppet master, wouldn't you say?
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Acting skills. (Class boosts to Disguise and Bluff, I think. I don't DnD too much.(Read: at all))
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My apologies, that kind of came out wrong. I was mostly just amused at something that I would never, ever, ever let my players get a hold of.
Naturally, it is your story, and I doubt you'd let a character abuse the rules as written like a real player would anyway.
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Aristocrat is probably the only NPC class in 3.5 that is even remotely appropriate for party members. Full BAB progression plus a fair amount of skill points, IIRC.
C'mon where are the kobolds? You're losing me pretty fast here. I will forgive you for using psionics though.
3287986 you have forgotten commoner best NPC class
Will this take on Nightmare Moon campaign only, or will you write it further on?
Two levels in the Aristocrat NPC class? That's going to weaken her. Between the bad saving throws and the BAB, Rarity might need to step up her game to work as a party's Rogue.
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My comment was about her ability scores. Fluttershy absolutely owns Rainbow Dash in every important category and if they both were using the same classes Fluttershy would be better.
However if Rainbow Dash sticks with cleric then eventually she will greatly pull ahead because clerics pull way ahead of paladins in 3e D&D and fairly quickly. Granted Rainbow Dash isn't built very well for that but even so after a while Rainbow Dash will pull ahead by virtue of being a cleric rather than a paladin.
YES! I always thought Rarity would make the best rogue! And she DOES!
Also THE PLOT THICKENS!
Also ALSO I was not aware of an Aristocrat class. But then I looked it up and saw that it was an NPC class. YOU DARE CONSIDER RARITY AN NPC?!
jk keep it up
Rarity certainly makes a stellar rogue. Nicely done, as always.
Also, I kind of hate you right now. You're really making me want to break down and finally write my own RPG pony fiction. I told myself I was never going to do so, as a lot of other authors have walked that path and it has been used so many times its impossible to create something new. But then you come along with this, shattering everything I've told myself about why I'm staying away from this genre. Everything about this story is new and unique to you, and contains elements that I've never seen before. Now you've got me wanting to do an RPG style fiction of my own, just to see if my own dedicated readers would like something like that.
Only other problem is, I'm also working on three different fictions at the same time, with a fourth in development for a collab between authors. I'm not too sure I have the time to create yet another personal world.
..... Eh, who am I kidding? I have plenty of room for more fictions! Maybe I can combine World of Warcraft and Dungeons and Dragons to create another little world for me to lose myself in. Or maybe something with Guild Wars 2... hm. Interesting....
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That won't weaken her as much as you may think. Her BAB will be exactly where it would as a 6th level thief and while she does lose out on good reflex save progression aristocrat gets good will saves which is typically considered a more needed save. They also get a decent skill selection and gives her slightly better AC HP, and weapon options.
Is that worth the loss of a couple class features and some skill points? Not quite but it si not that bad. If she was an NPC she would likely have one more level to make up for the fact that NPC classes are not worth the same CR as player classes.
Just how i like my puppetmasters, smiling and a little zany.
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I've scene one where she was a specially trained assassin for alicorns.
Will Sweetie Bell get stats, like Applebloom? She'd make a fun Bard, based on her singing talents and my headcanon.
3288115 Haven't read that particular one...
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Are we talking 3.5 or Pathfinder aristocrat? Cause if we're talking the pathfinder version, I'd agree. If we were talking 3.5, the loss of skill points is critical.
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I believe it was called "The Empty Room", one of the first mlp fics i ever read.
Had a kinda cliche premise done AMAZING. Oh and the april fools chapter show it was all a dnd game Luna was dming while REALLY drunl
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It sucks make no doubt but a total of 8 possible skill points (assuming she would have taken rogue levels and that aristocrat is not her 1st level) is not THAT bad and the boost to will saves and proficiencies helps offset it slightly. It is a downgrade but not as bad as some.
Ruthless and brutal! I love it, and some folks just dont learn, a rogue is a master of a dirty blow, blackmailing one, especially a master, yeah, thats asking for a quick death..
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I guess you're right. I'm just a bit of a stickler on the min/max side of things (a result of multiple GMs trying to kill my characters).
Well... That was unexpected. Excellent job.
Ah, psionics! My most beloved of magic systems! Nothing better than a good ol' Mind Thrust, except against bloody constructs or undead.
Fantastic chapter! Magnificent in every respect. My hunger for the next chapter only grows! Although I do wonder, will every update be this quick or do you have the prologues largely done already and just putting some time between posting them so each gets proper consideration and comments/feedback?
THIS PARTY'S GETTIN CRAZY
Holy shit. I just the thought. What the hell is pinkie going to be?!
Rarity Shot First?
I do like this depiction of Rogue!Rarity. You forgot to add her Ribbon of Disguise into her statblock though.
I'm liking Theify Rary! Now would you kindly point me towards the Ranger?
Was going to spoiler due to speculation, but it is rather obvious who's in the picture, since all six have been mentioned.
1. Celestia
2. Luna
3. Bright Wind (Fluttershy's dad)
4. Shadow Stalker (Jarlaxle)
5. Granny Smith
6. Surprise
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Thanks! It's my favorite one so far for the last scene with Rarity. XD
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She is! Like I could think of NO class for her other than Rogue.
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AJ's coming up next! Though hers is the darkest of the planned prologues...
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Well it won't be grim-dark if that helps. Just your standard DnD campaign dark.
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Me too! And yeah Tia had her own little troupe of six harmonious warriors.
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Her aristocrat levels are there for RP flair. It's to show that she was a noblemare before she was forced down the path she's currently on.
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Jarlaxle pony! Yeah when I was thinking up the thieves guild master I couldn't stop thinking of Jarlaxle the pony. XD
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She is! Initially she was just going to have a hand in guiding Dash and Twilight to Ponyville, then I thought about it and decided I liked this better.
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It did seem a little harsh, plus tons of people are saying that and it's getting old. XD
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Next chapter!
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THIS story will end with NIghtmare Moon being defeated. The second story will be about the Crystal Empire. The third about Trixie.
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Well it's for the RP flair, not for meta gaming. XD
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RP FLAIR
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This is the fifth story I'm writing simultaneously, so I know how that goes.
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Indeedy!
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Sweetie is now statted!
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Yes! THe scene was a bit spur of the moment, but I loved how it came out.
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Well the wait isn't long!
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Thanks!
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The prologues aren't prewritten or anything. They're pretty much being written and posted the same day. Updates will slow soon as I work it into the regular rotation of the four other stories I'm writing. I tend to do a chapter a day of SOMEthing.
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In limbo!
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Gypsy bard! You want crazy, wait til she's intro'd! With her band of merry bards, Lyra Heartstrings and Scootaloo!
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No I didn't! It was there all along. No one can prove it wasn't...
Really good. Like how you get the character in their rolls. Never saw RD as a priest, or Shy as a paladin, though. Keep up this work it is amazing.
3288434 Really? Kobolds!
Good
3288434 AJ's coming up next! Though hers is the darkest of the planned prologues...
Ah, good! That makes up for this one not being hers (although you did an excellent, masterful job with Rarity's Prologue-story, I'll admit (even if you had me thoroughly confused at times during it)).
I will also admit, while I'm waiting for AJ's Prologue with baited breath, I can't help but wonder what's going to happen with her to make hers the darkest of all the Prologues. Probably nothing good............
And the plot thickens, indeed. So far Celestia has four of the Mane 6 headed for Ponyville, with two more to go. Can't wait to see what's gonna happen when Rarity gets her hooves on those jewels on the door to Nightmare Moon's "tomb"/Prison. Should be...eh..."killer".
If you'll pardon that phrase.
Sweetie's going off with those 'friends' in this chapter is SO going to cause problems in the future
still, even with that in mind, nice chapter
So I'm assuming at least one member of everypony's parents were the old Elements of Harmony?
Really enjoying these prologues, I've seen Rarity as a spy in another story and setting but seeing here as a Thief works well. I think it does fit in with some her canon aspects as well and I've liked the hints you've given on her backstory.
This guy has a picture of Luna? Either the banishment was recent enough that there should be plenty of people who remember it, or this guy and Fluttershy's dad are crazy old.
Mine too. I even think she'd kill throughout the story, but that sets a great tone for who she is and what's important to her.
Every little installment just makes me more excited to see the story really get started. Just two more!
Now, not to sound like an uninformed idiot (totally not), but what it the 'Neutral Good' and all that at the end of every chapter? Sounds like something, I dunno, important.
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Sweetie has stats but you left off her most potent ability ...
The Dreaded ...
The OP ...
Filly Eyes!
No one can resist its dread power!
"All shall love me and despair! ... Or cuddle! cuddle works too!"
I know you're inundated with positive feedback right now, but this story is one of my favourite things right now. The way you're handling the set up just makes me giddily happy. Thank you so much for writing this.
3288911 In Dungeons and dragons there is a moral alignment system, there are 9 possible choices. Only certain alignments can use special items and spells and get into certain areas. Other than that, it just tells people if your a general dick or not.
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It's some sort of slap-dash D&D character sheet. In short, a list of general stats, class, alignment, and special equipment/abilities.
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I don't consider it spoilers at all. I'm sure I would have uncovered the same thing had I been willing to put the effort into looking for it.
But now I don't have to! Thanks!
Post-script; this story makes me wonder at 's possible status in a D&D campaign.
3288434 This sets up from what you did, a very clear point, rarity, for all her nature, will do anything to save what is close to her heart. Even her standards and her professional nature in a metaphorical way. You took a character with clear established ways, and added more depth, very nice!
Not to mention, bravo on having a kinder blueblood. He may be a bit of an arse anyway, but for one moment, you painted him with actual nobility, not the haughty nature that we expect of them.
Except for twilight, so far none of the characters are in their typical class types, and yet somehow they all seem to fit perfectly in the ones you've put them in. Very well done.