P(r)etty Theft

After his desperation had caused him to make a pact with the fortune patron, corruption fueled his mind and made him blind. The rush of power he got from his first encounter with fortune was scary but yet so very, thrilling. He couldn't just stop now, there was great potential in doing these little quests for his patron, there was power to be had, power that was so very close, so close all he had to do was to make a few sacrifices for him to be able to reach it. He did not care what these sacrifices were, not much was there to lose he thought, not much that was important anyway. He went forth after his first pact to seek more power and fortune from, well, Fortune.

In his second quest he was tasked to take something that did not belong to him, it could be anything really, something of large value or something that wasn't very significant, it was still theft, he was still, in his actions, going to hurt someone who might've stood in his place or been at the wrong place at the wrong time. He was still new to this whole patron, pact... fortune thing, he knew little to nothing about the dangers of it all as he was too focused on the rewards he could get. Though he still feared what might happen should he fail, perhaps fortune might steal something from him, his powers perhaps, his near immortality, or he would give rather than take, he could become dying again. He had accepted a quest before thinking of the consequences, again.. but one part of what drove him to do this was lust and hunger for more and the other part was fear, fear that hadn't gone away completely even though he had cured himself with help from his pact with fortune.

When he was able to clear his mind, he knew right away where he could take something that didn't belong to him, his family estate was littered with things his father owned and wouldn't even let his own flesh and blood touch, things that belonged to his father, his father's friends or lovers, or.. former lovers. Grimmr had no problem with stealing from someone as rich as his father, his father probably wouldn't even notice if something disappeared and if he did he could always buy a new one.

His father would not be happy to see his son in his own quarters, or his study, but it wasn't as if Grimmr didn't have the key to almost every room in the manor. He snuck in into his father's large study and made sure not to be seen by either family, friends or staff. He started looking all over the room, opening every drawer in sight. In one of the first drawers he opened a necklace he found, one of silver, with a beast engraved on it, a beautiful beast was engraved into the metal and resembled a dragon of sorts. "Wasn't this..." he held it up to get a better look at it, he frowned "..bastard, just put this here with all of this junk as if it's meaningle-" before he could think about wether or not to put it back into the drawer and choose something else he could hear distant hoof steps coming from the hall just down below. Anxious, he swiftly closed the drawer and snuck out of the room and headed down the stairs in the other side of the hall, away from whoever was coming up the stairs and towards the study. But in his haste he didn't close the drawer properly, but this wasn't something he had noticed, and either way he feared more what punishment fortune could give than his father.

After bringing the necklace to the shrine he returned home and went back to his daily chores. The day after one of the poor cleaners of the manor had been cast out and reported for theft. In his own study, Grimmr Crevan Invaerne felt relief.