It was a simple job. A robbery had taken place, and the victim wanted his prized possession back. The possession in question was a painting, a musty portrait three feet long and two feet wide. It was of his great-great-great-great grandfather, a man of great renown and repute before the eventual decline in the family's fortune and social standing. To her these things did not matter, all she wanted was an accurate description. The theft had occurred on the fifth day of the fourth month, which Shiloh had learned was known as 'Bellum'. During the robbery the scoundrels took many things, but the owner specifically requested for her to recover the portrait. When asked, he said it was because it had a secret hidden within its strokes, which if deciphered correctly would lead to his ancestor's fortune. Sure, of course it would. Everyone said that about their heirloom paintings. If their forebears had wanted their progeny to find their riches in some kind of scavenger hunt, then perhaps they would put it in something that couldn't be so easily stolen.
But she was being paid for a reverse theft, not for her personal opinions, so here she was in the dead of the night scaling rooftops in hot pursuit. Within a few days she had managed to identify the thieves who had stole it, and soon memorized the places they frequented. She had watched them pawn off the rest of the pilfered goods to travelers as curios, but there was no sign of the painting. For a week, she had continuously shadowed them listening in on every inane quip and brainless conversation they had at the tavern, waiting for one of them to have a slip of the tongue. Finally, she caught wind of their plans to sell off the painting at a private auction to a Parvporan noble and staked the auction location out until the day of the bidding.
The bidding started with a few marble statues likely stolen from other places. While the guards were busy focusing on the auction, she had slipped in through a window and impersonated a housemaid. The servant in question was lying unconscious, bundled up like a moth larva in the drapes she was cleaning and had been knocked out in one of the bedrooms. After lifting the keys from an inattentive guard and replacing them with the maid's, she accessed the cellar where they were keeping the items planned for auction until it was time to bid. She found the painting easily, but wanted to plant a substitute. In the time she had spent watching the thieves' movements she had prepared a set of nailed planks in the same shape and size. Leaving the fake behind, she absconded with the portrait into the night. When she had scarcely left the building, she heard a cry of alarm as someone likely discovered the maid or the item had gone missing.
With no time to lose, she clambered from rooftop to rooftop to the designated drop off point she had arranged for the client. Sliding the treasure in through an open window, she dropped a crumpled note addressed to the owner and continued running. By now she was moving on all fours like a cat, which would seem odd for a human but something entirely normal for her. It didn't matter if it make her look like an animal–it was efficient. Without turning to look behind, the angry shouts of armed men were not too far off. She came across a gap that was a tad too wide, and decided in that moment to jump. The brief moment of sailing through the air ended with a loud crash as she fell into a pile of empty barrels.
"When all else fails, move on to plan B. And when that plan fails, move on to the next plan."
Looking for alchemy or synth items? I might have what you need: Synth and Alchemy Surplus Shiloh is the Ruler of Onslaught and the Thundering Tempest, or the Overseer of Luck and Misfortune
Her God Powers are:
I. She can utilize spatial distortion to redirect attacks aimed at her to target something else.
II. She can create a paralyzing stasis field with a diameter of 30 ft on a person or a fixed point within her line of sight.
III. She is able to reverse the polarity of one's misfortune into fortune, or vice versa.
