Chapter One: A Journey Begins

Argo picked up his new blade from the forge. It was heavy, which was good. He pierced a hay bale with his sharp steel blade. This was fine, incredibly effective. This is a perfect blade. Skyforge steel is great and all, but Ebony blades are stronger. This was the only good blade he had access to, unless he wanted to go through a dungeon. Yeah how about no, he thought to himself. His train of thought was broke by the blacksmith who wants to get straight down to business.

"It's the best one we got, but the price is quite high." The blacksmith claims.

"No price is to high for me Gray-Mane, tell me, what's your price?" Argo asks.

"A solid 1,000 gold, are you up for it?" Gray-Mane asks.

"Uh… yeah on second thought, maybe I'll just walk this way… and this never happened." Argo slowly walked back and quickly darted towards the Whiterun Stables. Hopping over walls the Gray-Mane chased him, sword in hand. Argo climbs up the wall and jumps onto the roofs of houses. The Gray-Mane still chased him and somehow managed to get on the roofs with him. Wow, Argo thought, I should've known who I was messing with. The Whiterun Guards pick out the situation and closely follow shouting words like, "Stop!" and "You're going to jail for this!". Argo laughs and says,

"You know no prison can keep me fools, for I am a thief!" Argo goes on, "And I never give up!"

Argo runs and jumps to the next roof. His landing was rough, but he manages to pull himself up. The stables are in clear sight and there he picks out his horse for his great escape. He jumps and lands on the wall and balances his way to the stables. He prepares for his jumps onto the stable roof and jumps. This is where he went wrong. Argo falls straight through the roof and into a pile of horse crap.

"Ugh… Oh shit!" Argo looks up to see two guards by his feet and passes out.

"Haha, look at this thief scum!" one guard says, "He couldn't even make it out of the area!"

The other guard calls two other guards over who then proceed to pick Argo's limp body up and take him to the Whiterun Jail. Argo wakes up in a pile of hay in a jail cell. Aw shit, he thought, I was so close. He reaches in his pocket for the spare lockpick he keeps for situations like this. He pokes his scaled lizard head out of the bars to check if any guards were there. One guard had his butt propped in a wooden chair, snoozing he duty away with an tankard with Nord Mead inside. Better than last time at least, he thought. He stuck the lock pic in and began his work. He slowly messed around with the lock and PRESTO! The lock was picked. Carefully he opened his cell door, minding the creaks it made. Right when it was wide enough to slip through he went. Argo ambled over to the sleeping guard and reached in his pocket. He took some change and carefully reached for his dagger that the guard had on his belt. He gripped the dagger with his finger and his thumb and gently pulled up. Once he could fully snag the knife the tankard dropped with a cling and the guard woke. Argo hid behind the seat and the guard got up and started checking cells. Every step he took he groaned. Argo slowly swept up behind him and covered his mouth. Argo's iron dagger took it's toll on the guards throat, killing him instantly. Argo gently set the guard's body down and focused on a way out.

"Come on you been in this situation before, where's the exit?" he whispered noticing an open window at the top of some stacked barrels, "there we go…"

"Stop right there!" a random voice commanded.

He knew he was done.