The Dunmer Thief

by bloobeeblah

The year was 4E 202, in Skyrim, the northernmost province of Tamriel. Just as the legendary Elder Scrolls had foretold, the fabled Dragonborn slew the fearsome Alduin, saving Skyrim from certain doom. This story, however, isn't about such events. Rather, it is a story of multiple people who's lives and stories are interwoven from their experiences in Tamriel.

2. Chapter 2: Creeping Shadow

Chapter 2: Creeping Shadows

"I've got you now!"

Andendryn clutched the wrist of the armed bandit as his back as slammed onto the rock wall of the cave. The blade of the dagger inched ever closer to the half-elf's ear.

"You won't leave our turf alive, half-breed!" The cutthroat's breath smelt of stale alcohol as he barked his threat in Andendryn's face. His eyes were unsettling, however, as though something else was there. He sent a knee into the bandit's crotch, and then a fist at his jaw. As the bandit staggered back, Andendryn rammed full-force onto the possessed highwayman, knocking him off his feet. He snatched the rolls of paper and bolted for the hallway.

The scrolls were vital to Andendryn's recent investigation. A murder of an entire family living in Dragon Bridge was hardly looked on by the guards, as too many pieces of evidence pointed at the murders being done by a vampire. And obviously, vampires were rarely pursued by guards, mostly out of fear. So he took the matter into his own hands.

He had been doing this for a while, now. Traveling across Skyrim, stealing from coffers of rich families and distributing them to struggling families, solving crimes, on an endless crusade against injustice and oppression amongst the working class. Though some will see this as some self-righteous crusade by a disgruntled and greedy ex-Thieves Guild member, such comments don't bother him as much as he used to. After all, the thought grew in the back of his mind, a thorn on his side, for a long while now.

He made a turn and found the tunnel leading out, surrounded by rocks, dirt, and corpses. A trail of blood came from the exit. The vampire responsible for turning the whole cave had escaped before Andendryn had arrived. He quickly opened the scrolls to read the contents within.

Drascus,

The perpetrator of the atrocities committed in Dragon Bridge must remain anonymous, for their own good.

We, along with Carmelus and the others, will rendezvous at an abandoned home in Solitude to discuss future actions to further my plans.

~A

Andendryn could hear the footsteps of remaining bandits in the cavern. Without hesitation, he leapt for the exit, the cold breeze beckoning him out.