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It was late in the evening, sun dropping, the rogue wanted to pull off a grande stunt that hadn't been done before, but it had to be perfect. He snuck around, eyes sharp spying for a lingering Immortal, and low and behold, through his inside sources, he found one, reaming a mortal after catching them doing wrong, while the Immortal's back was turned the rogue snuck up on her, noticing her right hand holding a NUKE with the mortal's name on it, carefully he drew his +2 vorpal longsword, and with a swift spin, vorpaled the Immortal, the nuke fell and the mortal was gone, the rogue kyped the keys to the Midgaard bank vault, the corpse was covered up untill it decayed into dust as he knew it would. At the bank he waited for the population to clear out, this deed done he snuck to the vault and easily opened it with the keys stolen from the immortal, taking his bag of holding, scooped as much as much gold as the bag could carry and left, shutting and locking the vault, disposing of the keys in the dump and disappearing into the void of night.