Magical Misappropriations

The life of a thief is hard, but glamorous. With enough money, even the lowest-born citizen of the shining jewel of Voughtberg can carve out a comfortable niche, enjoying the silent prestige that comes with it. The watchmen doff their hats at the masters, and after nights of derring-do, they retire to their hidden beds, and beautiful men and women.

Or so Roland and Jochim have heard.

Unfortunately, they're still stuck doing whatever task is assigned to them by their miserly employer. Whatever pittance they are gifted has to be supplemented by mundane work under the burning sun, shoulder to shoulder with the sweating masses of the city. These, however, are the necessary burdens for the future they desire, burdens that have been shouldered by generations of thieves.

Certainly, nothing so capricious that the accidental theft of a simple paintbrush could disturb it...

Imagine the surprise when after its discovery, they are pursued by strange men, and stranger monsters, intent on their death, and the brush's retrieval. With only their wits, and the help of a few friends, the pair of thieves are thrown into a struggle to find out the mystery of the strange artifact before they, or the life they cling to, are lost forever.