Hello apocalypzo here yeah I know the story is odd for now but in short my carácter (Nac´re) is basically discovering himself and the beauty of skyrim, sorry if it took this long to write the second chapter but ideas are running low
I sadly don't own the elder scrolls skyrim and none of the characters except for Nac're
Chapter 2: Riverwood's pocket and dagger
I woke up in a bed, it felt warm and more comfortable that my previous one. I sat down rapidly, almost too much and ended seeing stars, once my vision was clear I took in my surroundings, all seemed very Nordic like, Ale bottles everywhere, coins lying around 'this is easy picking', two beds and finally a fire running low. I got up finally feeling the cold hit my fur and skin at the same time, I couldn't ponder more about my surroundings and did my second nature, taking what is of others for me. I took the coins, ignored the Ale because well even if famous in skyrim I'm not a drinker myself and lastly but not less important I took a steel dagger that I found in the table next to the ones I thought to be the owners of the house.
Looking at them I recognized one, the female, she seemed very familiar, her name I think was Gertrude, even if her hospitality was new to me (remember kahjit are treated like crap) I silently thanked her and did something I would never expect of myself something that was new in my own life and my way of being. I took out the coins I stole and for the first time gave them back leaving them on a table, soon after I went out of the house, and approached what I guessed what a trade store. Once inside an argument was taking place 'luckily I came by the second floor jaja fools' I took in my surrounding and found multiple coins and two chests.
Once the coin was clean and the chests were empty I went out and came in again by the main entrance, once inside I was looked upon, the owner smiled at me "odd I thought", I went forward and talked to the owner I asked "did something happen?" he looked at me with a look of disdain as if to say yeah didn't you see? "yes an ornament, some thieves came in and stole it". Looking upon the store I could tell nothing else was stolen since all the valuable things that I could take myself were still there. I looked at him "this one will get that ornament back", he smiled and thanked me promising coin when I came back, well that is IF I came back.
The walk to Whiterun was odd to say the least; two wolves, some imperials who recognized me as the thief who escaped and another thief intercepted me trying to rid me of my belongings and my freedom once more. Easy to say I don't take crap from any nord much less from animals or a low class thief. With a fast swipe of my dagger the throat of each of my opponents was cut open, the same was for wolves and the thief all had a pathetic death but no less did they deserve. Walking around the farms I saw a good chance to obtain some "easy" coin.
Going inside the farm with what few lockpicks I had I started to open the door, once the satisfactory "click" sounded I went in. Once inside I did the only thing that came to mind, smile and look for valuable stuff, I decided the coin only and maybe some meat after all food in skyrim is not cheap or in other words easy to capture. With as little sound as possible I took all the coin of the place and some venison chops, I swiftly exited the place and headed for another two farms.
When all farms were empty and some pockets got looked in I headed to the main gate of the city. Near it a guard stopped me, thinking myself busted I prepared my dagger only to be looked upon as if I were mad, "hold the city is closed by the dragon attacks official business only" the guard stated with a very loud and practiced voice. I looked at him with determination, "this one come with a message of warning, riverwood is in danger", the guard looked at me suspiciously, can't say I blame him my people are known for being good thieves. He let me in after a court nod but stating he would be watching me. Finally I got inside of the city, I went for the only place I knew the blacksmith, the woman there, a redguard by the looks seemed busy but I had to ask where the jarl was.
When the information was obtained, some pelts were sold and some tools were improved I advanced towards dragonsreach, 'an odd name for an odd place' I thought. I entered the building, it was quite large and had a warmth to it but with a feeling of power included, I advanced but was cut short by a dark elf, she looked tired and with hardened eyes from years of being lacking of sleep as if always ready to pounce to whoever dared approach her. With a harsh tone she spoke "what's the meaning of this interruption?!" I couldn't help but notice her eyes always red as if blood had been spilled into them, "nac're is here for business not a little elf like you" her face contorted into anger but allowed me to go ahead towards the Jarl.
The jarl as all said was a powerful and young looking man, he gave me a thank you of some sort and gave me a quest. Weary of the trip by foot I went to the inn, inside the merriment and alcohol was overflowing except for a woman who was being what I could dare say was harassed by a bard. I approached him and punched him in the face, the place when silent, he stood up to face me but fear was fully in his face as if to tell me he was no fighter. "Nac're believes the lady doesn't find you interesting so away from her you go", he looked at me surprised but only gave a nod; the woman thanked me silently and gave me some coins. Satisfied by my un-expected payment and the bleeding nose of the bard I approached the owner and asked for a room, she asked ten coins which I gladly gave and went to sleep with a belly full of venison and water.
I woke up to the sound of birds and someone knocking down my door, seeing the lady of yesterday I smiled at her or more like showed my fangs lowly, she understood and just game me an invitation to eat. Once the breakfast was done I went out of the inn and walked around Whiterun, seeing a place very oddly named "the drunken huntsman". I entered the establishment; inside I saw multiple weapons for hunting but as well a lot of drink. From that moment I noticed the reason for the name or so I thought. After asking for a drink and an apple for the trip I sat down next to a dark elf female, she looked different from all her kind but I gave little to no attention.
Once finished my drink she cleared her throat as to call my attention, I looked at her and all she said was "I am an artist, I kill silently, in the shadows I lurk and with blade I kill those are my arts, I will make art for you if you pay my small fee" once she was done I looked at her surprised. "This one always talks about her "art" in that way?", she gave a nod as to say yes, I was if not surprised a little taken aback but that didn't stop my hand from going to my pocked and reaching out the five hundred coins she asked for. "I will be the shadow at your feet" I stood up and clasped my had with hers as to close the deal, we walked out of the drunken huntsman finally feeling ready to face skyrim, little did I know Jenassa would do more than just give me more than just coin.