Skyrim Thief Fic
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Chapter 18: Politics of a Thief
Though I got caught up in the melodrama involving Mercer and the Thieves Guild, it still did not change my attitude of being a thief. I was going to be the best thief in Skyrim. Though I enjoyed cutting into the traitorous Mercer for defiling it with his greed, assassination was not within my immediate career moves. Killing someone either on the job or for pure sport was not within the guidelines of the Thieves Guild. I was a thief, a shadow that could not be traced. Whether I broke into a house, or picked someone's pocket, I was to be gone as the wind, disappearing as quickly as I arrived, and no one would suspect anything.
I had begun some work with the Thieves Guild and resumed it after Mercer's death. Though I was chosen to lead the Guild, I still had to earn my keep. I think everyone knew that. I would not expect them to do any less. While I was working, I snuffed out a rival guild that tried to establish itself, return stolen property, and even forged papers. The loot I would steal, the money I would make, and the contacts I would establish allowed the Thieves Guild to expand in ways that were not seen since the old days, since the days before Mercer. Delvin could tell things were going back on track, and that the Thieves Guild would be as it once was; lucrative, powerful, and, most of all, whole.
And, I did take away a lot of things as well, and not just merchandise. There were several other jobs and adventures I went on. Private, legitimate jobs; from dungeon delving for lost treasures, to the more…or should I say less, legal ones. It did not matter what the job was, as long as it paid well, required little to no bloodshed, and it refined my skills as a thief. Through the many months I worked with the guild, having never to worry about Mercer was a huge burden removed from my shoulders.
And, the day finally came I would become Guild Master of the Thieves Guild. The boss. I was returning from a job when Brynjolf asked that the entire cadre of the Thieves Guild gather around in the center of the Cistern. Tomila gave me the armor of the Guild Master and, when I went to put it on, the new armor felt like a second skin. I had awoken. My dream of becoming the greatest thief in Skyrim had finally come true. Though they did not extol all of my adventures, I did not need them to. The Thieves Guild was back, and were going to take Skyrim for every Septim it had.
And, should the legacy of the Thieves Guild continue long after my death, I leave to the next guild master the tales of the harrowing journeys that I and my fellow thieves lead here, as a chronicle of story and legend, and the legacy of the Guild will continue for future eras and future prospects.
May Nocturnal bless us all in shadows…
End of Skyrim Thief Fic