So, here I am just chopping some wood for the fire, while my fellow bandits are out hunting and what not, when up strolls this dude all made up like some kind of necromancer wizard with Orcish gloves and a freaking bone crown on his head. I stand up straight dropping the wood I had just picked up and draw my bow, stopping him short. That's close enough. I say, just to drive the point home. So he just stands there staring me down, and I am seriously contemplating adding an arrow in the knee to my warning when all the sudden he raises one hand and hits me with this green shit. I just fall over, can't move, can't talk, can't fucking anything! All I can do is watch as this dickhead in a dress starts stuffing his pockets with all my stuff. And I mean all of it! The Skooma, the wine, the mead, the sack of coin by the chest, and holy shit! By the nine this bastard is picking the lock on our chest! At this point I am struggling hard to move, and finally I can wiggle my toes. The green crap is wearing off. I stumble to my feet and pull my dagger. This guy it going down!
GREEN!
FUCK!
I'm on the ground again, and Mr. Wizard over there has the chest open and is riffling around through our crap. I mean I am pissed off now. It takes a long time, and no little amount of risk either, I might add, to rob unsuspecting dumbasses of this much loot, and not get caught, especially in the shadow of a major city like Whiterun.
Finally he stands up, and turns just as my companions are returning from yet another unsuccessful hunt. I am screaming on the inside, KILL THIS BASTARD! He looks to me and shoots me with that green shit yet again, I guess for good measure. Then I am forced to watch as he literally tears my brothers and sisters limb from limb with lighting from his damn hands, and then proceeds to loot their corpses. Why Arkay? Why Kynareth? Why Divines?! It took me five years to put together a band of petty murderous thugs I could almost trust and this asshat in a clown costume kills them all in less time than it takes a normal man to blow a snot rocket out of his runny nose.
I was still paralyzed, and the only movement I could muster were the tears streaming down my cheeks. After he finished looting my people he walks past me, takes the warhammer off our cart and my last sack of gold off the barrel, then walks right by me again and jumps on my horse. With one final look back he says, Nothin' personal friend. Then he rides off out of sight.
My pa stole that horse for me.