Hello everyone, just to let you know this is my first fanfiction so I ask for any constructive criticism, and in the case one of my internet searches or readings about the lore is wrong I ask that you let me know immediately as I am well aware that this will anger people, so readers I give you my first work, enjoy.
Italics are thoughts or an entry line.
The Rogue Lord
Chapter 1, A Quiet Morning
"You will be hunted to the farthest corner of Tamriel!"
Esmund woke in a frantic shock. The Breton was covered in sweat and noticed he was clawing into the fur that acted as a mattress cover, if one could count the straw bed a mattress. Holding a hand to his head Esmund staggered over to the washbasin and splashed his face with cold water, silently thanking the innkeeper Delphine for bringing it in last night. Turning towards the closet, Esmund pulled out his leathers that were part of his Thieves Guild uniform and put them on. After pulling the brown hood over his head Esmund gave himself a lookover with the mirror he kept in his pocket.
Esmund was a lanky fellow but contained enough muscle to make him an acrobatic threat to any nobleman, his uniform itself was similar to any other Guild suit except it was sleeveless.
"Can't let my knives be slowed down by my kit." Were the exact words he said to Mercer and Brynjolf when they asked why he didn't want the sleeves. Examining himself he noticed the lean muscular frame of a man in his 20's and his for his face Esmund took notice of his curly blonde hair and steel blue eyes, his complexion making him look like a man who spent way too much time in a cave topping it off he checked over the brown uniform and sheathed his twin daggers before walking out the door, tossing a coin purse to Delphine, and leaving Sleeping Giant Inn. Not before putting a thief mark on the door frame to inform his comrades not to rob the place.
Esmund already had a plan in his mind for the contract in Riverwood. The local blacksmith Alvor always kept his selections and ingots out even in the night, so why not lighten the old smith's load for him.
Strolling out of town Esmund made it appear as if he was leaving town, in reality the Breton crouched down and snuck behind the smithy, he knew he would have to be swift as the night guard would be switching with the day guard an Alvor would be up soon.
"Just a simple snatch and run." Esmund told himself. Creeping forward the thief swiped the weapons and armor on the table before grabbing the ingots on the deck. placing the items in his sack and pulling the strap over his shoulder, the thief was about to run when...
"Hey you, stop right there." A guard called out.
"Damn." Esmund whispered under his breath before turning around with a smile plastered on his face. "Why hello sir, can I persuade you to buy some of Aeregor's spices and solutions?" The guard looked confused for a second. I think I tricked him. Esmund thought to himself.
"THIEF STOP HIM!" the guard yelled before pulling his sword.
Shit thought Esmund and dropped his sack before punching the guard in the face causing the guard to stagger back allowing Esmund to launch a kick into his gut before jumping into the air and knocking the guard out by slamming both his feet into the guard's head which made the guard hit the ground.
"Sorry friend," Esmund told the unconscious guard as he picked up his sack. "You were in my way." And the thief took off towards Whiterun before another guard showed up while hoping no one noticed. While making his escape the thief failed to notice the three sets of yellow eyes in the foliage observing his movements.
Jaxius: So what do you think of chapter 1
Esmund: I personally think I didn't speak enough, I'm no Witcher, and I most certainly am not Garrett from Thief.
Jaxius: Did I ask for your opinion… No I asked the readers. Now do you want me to lock you in Bleak Falls Barrow.
Esmund: You do realize there's another exit.
Jaxius:...
Esmund: You didn't know did you.
Jaxius: I WILL CAUSE A CAVE IN, SO LET'S MOVE ON!