This chapter was a bit fun to write, I've been trying to add detail to the story, a touch of depth, allowing you to see into our little thief without getting an earful. Hope that worked.
Shoutouts:
DarkAngel1345: Yeah, I kind of found it funny that in the game that nobody mentioned Vex actually got any injuries from Goldenglow, I mean she FAILED so you'd assume she had something to show for it! COOKIES for being the first reviewer!
Guest: Thanks, will try my best to!
Baby Fawn: Let's hope it gets there!
This chapter is in her point of view, hope you enjoy!
Chapter 3: The capture
The light from the manor was enough to light the yard enough to see, but only just, the shadows were everywhere, hardly worth sticking to.
The thief pulled a red strand of hair aside and back into her ponytail as she looked over the yard. Mercenaries were everywhere and the ground was muddy from earlier rain, she wondered for a brief moment if the hives would light but brushed the thought aside as she continued.
For such an outing, she had put aside her long silk dress in exchange for thin loose clothing that clung to her skin in the places she needed it to and gave her much room in her joints and stomach, it had many pockets up her legs and arms with small buttons to keep them shut and plenty of small tools strapped to a piece of leather tied to her waist acting half-heartedly as a belt.
She looked suspicious enough but with her expertise of fitting the shadows around her, she knew the plan would go off like a firecracker in success.
The water of the lake was ice cold as she swam, knowing it to be a quiet method of entering the estate without drawing attention. However, the feeling of the dirty pond water in her beautiful hair just made her want to ditch the mission altogether and have a bath. Why was she doing this again?
She had plenty of money to call her own, even an estate in the wilderness by a lake. She had too many jewels to count and an array of suitors who just tripped over themselves and all their worth whenever she donned the gold amulet as a symbol of Mara.
But as she held her breath, passing slowly under the bridge, nearing what she hoped might be the sewers, she quickly remembered.
Her heart was pounding against her chest, attempting to break out of her body as she heard voices of the Mercenaries, their gruff voices and their slurred ratway nord accents. She heard she chinking of metal against metal, the very distinct sound an elven dagger makes when hitting iron or steel.
She hunted the treasures of others, avoided sight and picked locks with a mastery uncommon for very simple dangerous reasons. It gave her the kick of her life.
"I reckon I could take down one of them big dragons!" One mercenary boasted, "My cousin, Fulgar, he fought one the other day, took it down with one swing! And Fulgar is nothin' but a milk drinking tavern wench compared to me!"
"I think Fulgar might be a milk drinking tavern wench, but he sure knows how to tell a good bedtime story" His mercenary companion replied, his voice had more depth, his accent was typical rundown nord but his words were fitted into proper sentences without stopping between to spit. This foe had a higher education, either he fell through his proper life and turned to the violent trade, or he studying a school of magic.
The red haired thief noted mentally to beware of the man when she was lighting the hives, as he would undoubtedly cause issues when provoked.
She stalked the waters and slipped into the sewers that ran under Goldenglow and stalked the shadows, finding the sewers to be filled with no other creatures but the occasional skeever.
She when she opened the hatch to exit the sewers she slipped inside the house, remaining unseen.
Immediately she heard voices, but at the time it was unimportant, she was looking around the first few rooms.
She didn't bother to crouch down, nobody was in the room, her ears were well trained and when she heard someone step close to the room she was investigating she could slip to the shadows quite fluidly.
The room was well lit, foreign furs donned the floorboards and the table was filled with hot delicious untouched meals. The bookshelves had tomes and volumes in collective order, showing fascination in the particular era of the oblivion crisis.
The one book that was different on the shelves was a particular tome of magic, the cover illustrated the use of restoration but the contents were found to be page less, a small chest in the shape of a spell tome.
The contents of the chest were 5 sizable diamonds and a bag of coin, it felt heavy in her hands as she weighed it in her fingers, she estimated approximately 100 septims in the purse.
She placed the contents back into their location and back on the shelf, noting the dust pile over all the other books but the faint scratches but otherwise pristine wood that held the fake tome. It was pulled out often.
The thief continued, fingers against the dwarven dagger held to her waist and her ears listening for any movement.
"Hold it 'ight there girlie" She felt the sharp edge of a sword against her spine and the flame haired girl felt her heart flutter under her skin in a wonderful flutter of intoxicating adrenaline. "Ya know, hair like that is only seen on atronachs 'n' the like, reckon the other boys oughta like you, be like the whore from Oblivion…"
And oh the sharpness of that blade was intoxicating, he was slitting the fabric of her torso, revealing the fairest skin and a trickle of blood where the blade had caressed her skin. She knew the texture of the blade well, gritty and brittle yet sharp as anything and thick. Almost undoubtedly orcish.
"Take me to your leader" She purred, feeling the rush of warmth overwhelming her.
Sorry but I couldn't help throw in that reference as I was writing it, don't forget to leave a review, I'll need atleast 3 of them before I upload another chapter, hope this one won't leave you all hanging too long. :)