Thieving Through the Ages

[Gerra]

Chapter 1: Genesis

Dar-Shavir smelled the poverty in this city. The stench of broken dreams and broken hearts. Many people had died here, some from sickness, most from giving up on living.

He watched as guards went door to door, demanding absurd taxes and fines. He laughed at their weakness. Their greed. They had their wealth, and these people had nothing, not even a hope. Not even the children played. He had to do something, and he thought he knew what.

The guards stopped at their horses, waiting before mounting. He took his chance, sneaking up behind them, inconspicuous as can be. The guard stepped into the stirrups, shifting his leg to throw his leg over. Shavir made his move, stepping forward just as the guard's leg came up, colliding with the Khajiit's face. He deftly reached out, slicing the coin purse from the man's belt, and grabbing it, while shouting in pain and flailing his other arm. He let himself fall to the ground on his stomach, hand with the purse under him. He slipped it inside his tunic and groaned. "Oh, no, I'm sorry sir!" He shouted, feigning submission and fear. The guard only spit on him and they rode away, muttering about "Filthy animals." He smiled and stood, not worried about the glob on his tunic. Who cared if your shirt was dirty when you could buy a new one?

He looked up and saw a young boy, Redguard, by the looks of it, though it might have been just an Imperial covered in the filth of this city, the damn city of Riften. He smiled and tossed the boy a coin, then offered his furred hand. "Come, lad."

[Cactus Please]

"Come Lad." Invero looked up and saw a khajit, furred hand extended towards him, a coin was tossed to him, Invero smiled, he hadn't seen one in ages, it looked like hope, yet another thing he had not seen in what felt like a lifetime. He looked up at the khajit.
"Where are we going?" He asked quietly.

((Also sorry about my spelling, got no idea how to spell khajit so I'm jsut guessing.

[Gerra]

(That's right, just with two i's.)

A couple people passed, and Shavir didn't answer for a moment. He squatted down to eye level with the boy. "This place is horrible. It is an insult to the greatness this town once possessed." He placed his hands on Invero's shoulders."

Shavir smiled. We are going to start something wonderful for this town. For all of Skyrim. Do you want to live in poverty and squalor forever?" He asked the boy. "Become my apprentice."

[Cactus Please]

Invero thought about it for a while. And it didn't take long for him to find his answer.
"Sure." He said quietly.

[Gerra]

Shavir smiled. "Come, you look hungry." He said, leading the boy to the Bee and Barb. He sat the boy at a table in the corner. "My boy, order what you like." He said, the waiter coming over to their table. He ordered his meal and watched the boy. "You know, there's a group in Tamriel, in the south. Called the Thieve's guild. They steal things, obviously. However, the guild isn't bad. They steal from those who have too much. They fulfill contracts, and they never, ever kill." He said, taking a drink of mead. "I was thinking the same thing could be established here, in Skyrim."

[Cactus Please]

Whatever I like...Invero thought.
"Uh, I'd really like a sweetroll." He said
Wait what? Thieve's guild?
"Why do you want to start one?" He asked.

[Gerra]

"You see this city? It is mostly poverty. But all the gold that the guards take has to go somewhere." He smiled as the waiter brought the sweetroll. "It all goes to the Jarl. He sits upon his throne like a dictator, piling up the gold and amassing power. I want to change that, but we can't do it through diplomacy or force. We'll use stealth, cunning, and guile. We'll steal back everything, return it to the people. But it's not something I can do myself. I can teach you."

[Cactus Please]

Invero nodded, he liked the sound of gold. He took a bite of his sweetroll, enjoying it greatly.

[Gerra]

"How's that sweetroll, boy? Good? With the money we'll bring in, you'll be able to buy the entire bakery!" He smiled, his blue eyes glinting in the candlelight of the pub. "Now, first things first, how much do you know about stealing? No, wait, why don't you show me, instead? I'm going to give you a half-hour, you go steal from five people. Any way you can. Pickpocketing, grab and go, breaking and entering, whatever. I'll meet you in front of the orphanage." He said, patting the boy on the head.

(Get really creative here, Cackles.)