Time Flows Ever Onward: Skyrim featuring Jambo1117 and RoxyLupin

[roxylupin]

Atop the frozen peak of The Throat of the World, the Dovahkin stood before Parthonax, the great leader of the Greybeards. The old rebel dragon sat perched on the stone wall, half buried by Skyrim's virgin snow, he looked with a heavy sigh to the Nord who came to him seeking answers.

" Forgive me Dovahkin, for I do not have the answers you seek. But there is another Dovah who would, the problem is finding her." The Dragon said with a low growl. " I can not tell you where to find the old Taffir, not exactly atleast. If I were to seek her out, I would begin where you could find others like her... other Taffir, Thieves." The bronze dragon said, giving him all the information he could on this dragon.

[Jambo1117]

"I know of the thieves you speak off. I am amongst their kin" The nord said smiling. "I thankyou for your aid. Accept my apology for taking up your time. I bid thee farewell" He said, taking a knee in a bow of respect for the old dragon. He started his long trek back down the throat of the world. Thanking the greybeards for all their help. After a few more minutes. He reached the bottom and mounted his trusty steed. One he stole on his first few missions with the guild. The thieves guild HQ was his next destination.

[roxylupin]

The old Dovah watched as the Dragonborn ventured forth to find the 'Thief of Time'. He had to wonder, how would Taffirdotiid react meeting the Dovahkin.

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Elsewhere at the Ragged Flagon, a rare occurrence has happened, the 'Guild Master', a flamboyant red, female Argonian has crawled out of her little den where she normally hides and was talking business with the guys. Right now, she was just listening to boasts about jobs that the men had pulled off, not saying a word.

[Jambo1117]

A short journey ride later and the nord arrived at HQ. He tied the horse into the stables above. Heading inside. Greeting the other members as he set his things down to a table. He was a well known member of the guild by now. Doing various missions that a dragonborns talents would aid. "Greetings my brothers, my sisters" He said smiling. One lower ranking member handed him a drink. He thanked him. Raised his glass of ale "To a job well done. To a great future for our Guild". He sat down to finish the drink.

[roxylupin]

" Ah kinsmen," Brynjolf started off. " you're just in time, our reclusive Guild Master has graced us with her presence and we were just having a few rounds of mead and trading story of job's past." The other Nord said, filling in Alfhed. It seemed however, Alfhed had arrived for some of the guys to question the Guild Master, if the Argonian was really the great thief she claimed to be.

" And what pretell was this job that got you so much glory?" Viper just had to ask the Argonian. The red lizard eyed the Nord with a scowl. " When I was a hatchling... I stole an Elder Scroll from Akatosh." She said, of course they thought she meant from a temple of Akatosh... not the god himself. But she was very serious! She stole a Kel from the King of Gods, Father of Dragons himself!

[Jambo1117]

"I do beg your pardon. Please Forgive them. They forget their in the presence of their masters" Alfhed said to 'Guild master'. He came over to his friends. Placing his jug of ale next to Viper, giving him a look. To shut up questioning their leader. Alfhed took a seat next to Viper. "I would like to talk to you in private, if you may allow it" He said, looking at the Argonian with a smile. "You speak of the Dragon king, and I am looking for a Dovah on my own personal quest. Perhaps you can aid me?" He asked smiling again.

[roxylupin]

" Later, Now I want to know why I've been hearing Skeevers skittering around above my head at night." Taffir said with a deep growl. " Well we are in the Ratways, the odd Skeever should be be expected." Brynjolf said, not taking into account over Taffir's head was the vault where they keep all of their loot, and they made it so not even a skeever could get in. The old Argonian didn't seem to like that answer at all, but refused to fight it out that she hears things in the vault.

[Jambo1117]

"Okay" Alfhed responded smiling. He listened to her talk about the Skeevers. "Yeah, just a Skeever infestation. Me & Brynjolf will go off and take care of the problem. Don't want them to spread their ranks too much within our homes." He said smiling. He pulled a small dagger out. "My blade could use some sharpening". He stood up, and looked towards Brynjolf. "Let's go clear out the vermin".

[roxylupin]

" Now remember Lad, keep yer hands out of the pot." Brynjold said heading that way. The Argonian fallowed after them, after all, the first lock you either needed a dragon's claw key or an Argonian since their reptilian hands are close enough to the key to food the lock. Taffir was spinning the three stone rings to a new combination, it seems their guild master is a bit paranoid and is always changing the combination to get in, and pressed in the button that caused the door to slid down into the floor relieving the next door...

[Jambo1117]

"No need to remind me. Besides, my loot is much bigger" He replied with a big grin on his face to Brynjold. Alfhed stood behind the leader. Watching her. Trying to look away every now & then in case she looked back and suspected him of trying to steal from her. She was growing ever more paranoid. He looked at the newer combination. Letting out a short sigh. He pulled a single dagger, at the ready. Incase there was Skeevers lurking behind the door. He waited for the guild Master to approach and open the following door. "Plan for if we find raiders in our vaults somehow? If a Skeever can enter. What is there to stop a man?" He asked the group. He pulled his other dagger, as his own answer to his question.