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It has barely been a day in Skyrim and I have found myself imprisoned in the city of Riften. It seems that my misfortune followed me beyond the borders of Cyrodil. I assumed that the alleged home of the thieves guild would have been a good place for a thief like me. But it was a poor assumption to make, and my decision has cost me my freedom.
My mistake was assuming that Riften would have been a suitable home for mediocre thieves. I was obviously wrong. The guards were incredibly efficient and well-coordinated when they chased me. I was foolish to try and steal the merchant's ring for that blonde stranger when I didn't even learn my escape routes. The prison of Riften was like any other. The guards were the law, and nobody is above the law.
I wasn't going to break out of my cell soon, especially with these thief-catching specialists patrolling around. I was defeated and I lacked the energy to even get the meal they slid under the bars for me. I needed rest, the journey from Bruma was already hard enough on my body. I already knew the preparations for my eventual escape, but all of that can wait until tomorrow.
I slept soundly for hours. Anybody else might have had difficulty sleeping through the echoing screams of spoiled prisoners being beaten by guards, but I have grown accustomed to it. Considering where I grew up, the fur covers on top of his hard bed was a luxury. My sleep was eventually interrupted by loud banging noises and shouting. When I opened my eyes, I saw the khajit in my neighboring cell standing before me with the door to my cell unlocked. “I believe this is what you say, a window of opportunity.” His uniquely blue fur was covered in blood and sweat. I immediately sprung from my bed without hesitation.
This prison breakout was certainly not how I imagined. I never thought a muscled blue khajit would suddenly come to my rescue. It felt like I was still dreaming. Outside my cell the guards were littered across the sticky prison floors. The khajit single-handedly beat them all unconscious with his fists. I grabbed a bow and a pair of hunting daggers from one of the guards along with some arrows while the khajit made his way down the hall into the guard's break room. “Just keep running, I will deal with them!” He shouted, snarling as he pummeled a guard into a nearby table.
Beyond the break room was the corridor to the exit. I found a shield that one of the guards left in the corner and decided to create an opening for my co-escapee. “This way! Come on!” I shouted over to him, doing my best to push the guards away to give the khajit an opening. An archer from the back managed to wound the khajit on his way up the stairs. I turned my head for a moment to see him kneeling on the ground, before getting back up and pulling the arrow out. I blocked another shot for him as he signaled to me to follow.
The door to the prison was locked, and with a powerful kick the khajit broke down the doors. We dashed out only to find more guards already running up the steps to our position. It seemed like the entire city's watch was here to stop us. Fortunately for me, the khajit was incredibly skilled in combat, as he unsheathed his blade and proceeded to take down the guards one after another. With my bow, I did my best to disable the guards charging towards us, calling for the khajit whenever I created an open path.
The entire city was alive. I could hear shouting and whistling from all over, more and more guards entered my vision in the distance. I was weaving left and right, evading the arrows that would shoot from the darkness. Surprisingly, the guards did not seem as organized when it came to stopping us. Perhaps they never expected prisoners to be so brazen as to escape through the front door and fight their entire troop. The pair of us tried to run through the city with haste while they constantly tried to box us in.
The civilians of the city covered their heads and ran while we continued running down the streets of Riften. There were a couple times when the guard thought they had us cornered, but Inigo would prove them wrong with his torch and sword. “Let us go!” Inigo shouted. “Before I begin taking those pretty pointy hats of yours along with your head!”
We took advantage of the chaos and disorganization amongst the guard and just dashed through to the main gates. I lept over the spears they tried to impale me with, rolled under the sword swings, and grazed by a couple poorly timed arrows. I couldn't turn around to see how my khajit friend was doing, but I could tell by his footsteps that he was keeping up. While adrenaline was pumping through my veins, and the fear of death was looming over my shoulders, the khajit did not seem to be all that worried. “What? You want this flaming torch in your face?” The manner he acted made me wonder how many prisons has he broken out of.
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