Facetta The Ending Part 6

• Posted by Jack Craven February 17, 2013 - 702 views

  Here's the finale, it's short but it seemed right.

  22nd Last Seed 4E 201

  I woke, ate and drank and hopped on a carriage to Riften.

  I was approached by a man name Brynolf. He asked me if I wanted to earn some gold, who doesn't love gold, I was to steal a ring and then place it on this Elf. I broke through several locks no problem and then decided it was time to plant the ring on that poor bastard. As I slipped it into his pocket he turned and saw me, drew his dagger and shouted for the guards. Fuck. I bolted trying to avoid the guards, I saw they didn't care but I was being chased by this elf slashing away at me, I conjured up two Frosts to increase the distance between us. I waited hiding in a corner for while, I popped my head around the corner and my Frosts had disappeared and he was charging at me... I sighed and summoned them again. I decided I had had enough and approached a guard, he asked my to pay my bounty of 25 gold... Or jail. Gold it was.

  I talked to Brynolf and he told me he wasn't surprised as his organisation, which I had already worked out to be the Thieves Guild, were having some problems. None the less he asked me to meet him down in the Ragged Flagon where his type hung out, I thought about this and decide to.

  During my journey throught the Ratway I came across little that could stand in my path, there were some people trying to make it big and then some drunk and a lowlife scumbag who managed to take two shots to the back of the neck before bleeding to his death. I also found a book.

  I talked to Brynolf once I had arrived and he told me the plan. I was to beat some people up and get gold of them, it seems so petty, I chose to do it though.

  As I left the Ratway I saw the river that ran through Riften. I stood there for several minutes and just thought about what had happened in the last five days. I decided it wasn't what I wanted. I then thought what would happen if I went for a swim in the river, and just stayed there under water.

  By the time you're reading this I'll be dead. Live with it bitch. This is my story, Facetta, one hell of a messed up Breton. Maybe we'll meet someday, maybe we won't I hope this journal intrigued you even though it was short and swift. Five days goes by very quickly.

  Good Night

  Facetta