A Mercenary's Tale
I do not own anything related or pertaining to The Elder Scrolls. Some characters in the story will be created by me, but a few characters and the world itself belong to Bethesda.
It's not every day that your life flashes before your eyes. Even in my line of work it doesn't happen that often. But when a dozen men have arrows pointed at you, it can hardly be considered a normal day. For the first time in my life, I looked back, and tried to figured out just where I had screwed up.
My name is James. I may not be the strongest, smartest, or sneakiest mercenary around, but I get the job done. One day, I got the offer of a lifetime. Ten thousand gold. Enough to retire. Enough to sleep in a real house, not in an inn or on the ground in the woods. As you might expect from a job this well-paying, it was going to be tough. If only I had realized just how much trouble I was getting into.
My new employer was named Jack. Of course, I suspected that was just a name he invented, and I happened to be right. Anyway, he offered me all that gold just to steal something, After all, I wasn't just a mercenary. I took just about any job I could, legitimate or not. Now, I was hired to steal something. Easy, right? Well, when you get paid not to ask questions, you don't why your employer thinks you can steal one of the most valuable objects in the world: the Amulet of Kings. From what I know, the amulet was rendered unusable and even unwearable after the last Dragonborn emperor died, but what do I know? After convincing my employer that this heist was worth twenty-five thousand, I hoped he would go away. He didn't. And so I was stuck with the toughest heist in the world.
Hello, and thank you for reading the first chapter of my first of hopefully many stories. Thank you to my friend dimension crosser for giving me the idea of writing here. For now, I need to get some sleep, then continue writing.
