My father always told that an honest life is the only way a man can live with piece of mind. So I walked out on him as a child. I am a Bosmer, but more importantly I'm a gambler, and a thief. I grew up in Valenwood with no interest in it. While my father told me I should go hunt so my sisters could eat, I told him we could take the better food from the rich and be fed for a week instead of a night. He never liked it when I talked about how easier life is when you take what you want from the rich. That's another one of his long lectures, if I start depending on thievery for a living, you will eventually turn to murder.I do, however, agree with my father on that stance. Murder is unforgivable. If you rob a man of his gold he can recover, but if you rob a man of his life there is no chance for redemption.
When I grew old enough I left my family behind to seek adventure and riches, which I wasn't going to find with my peasant family. I entered Cyrodiil after hearing legends of the Gray Fox. I wondered what it would take to find him. I tried to make a name for myself to get his attention. I traveled to Anvil to look for Gray Fox. I spent my first six months in Anvil breaking in homes and robbing the rich and fortunate. I didn't hear any word from the Gray Fox. I blew off most of the money I made from the robberies to pay off people to talk about the Gray Fox. One night I went into a tavern looking for some information. One Nord called me over saying he was expecting me, which was odd because I didn't know I had an appointment. I talked to Nord, whose name I don't recall, and offered to pay him for info on Gray Fox. He said it wasn't necessary and than told me that he heard of me. I was surprised and flattered, maybe this time the Gray Fox is contacting me. What he told me that night taught me something very important about fellow theives. They can't be trusted. He told me that the Gray Fox doesn't exist any more and he is no more than a myth in the fourth era.
I was angry at first but soon I laughed at my mistake. I was young and naive. I chased a myth and a lie. I learned different ways to breach into manors and where to find the most valuable treasures. I was caught a few times and ran from the guards, and found the best passageways through the city. I picked the pockets of guards and nobles alike without raising any suspicion. I grew a strong appreciation for a expensive wine and cheese. Most importantly, I lived. I had experiences that I could never had back at Valenwood. I made friends with Orcs, dark elves and Imperials alike. I made enemies with Orcs, dark elves and Imperials alike, who I wouldn't have meet at home. I longed for the chase of the gold more than the gold itself.
I decided that I had only myself to impress. The Green Pact is something I had given up on. I didn't care for what I learned in Valenwood. I was free for the first time in my life. I decided that just stealing from Anvil was not enough. I started a trek up north. I went throughout Cyrodiil and stole from major cities, like Imperial City and Bruma. I had an ultimate goal to rob from the richest merchants from Solitude in Skyrim. I would gain a crew of pirates in Solitude and commandeer a ship and leave Tamriel.
Yet they were just plans. I ventured into Skyrim to continue my selfish crusade. I entered the southern city known as Falkreath. After already gaining a decent bounty, I broke into a manor late one night. I skulked the house searching for valuables. I entered what I believed to be the cellar. I entered the house, and to much surprise there were a group of men dressed for battle leaning over a table. They didn't look like actual soldiers but more like peasants armed to serve their own justice. I tried to sneak out of the basement, but they spotted me. I ran to escape from the men. I ran out into the streets. I escaped through an alleyway. I began thought I was free but I then ran into a group of guardsmen. I tried to turn the other end of the alleyway but I saw the men from the manor. I was caught between two angry groups of armed soldiers out for my blood. Then the unexpected occurred, the two groups attacked each other. For what I didn't know, why I didn't care. I saw it as a chance to escape. I escaped the fray and was free.
I knew after that heist I had to leave this hold and continue north. Of course, my luck was all spent that night as I attempted to leave the city the next morning. When I made it to the gates a group of guards grabbed me from behind stating that they saw me leave the alley last night. They then proceeded to arrest me from both thievery and being a rebel. I couldn't escape, I was surrounded. So now I'm in a cold cell were they kept telling me regrets of my life will creep in. That's were I will emerge victorious over the guards. I don't regret a thing I did in my life. I knew I'll probably be executed soon, and everything I planned will never happen. I do know that this short life beat a long life that I could've had back at Valenwood. If I get out of here I am not stopping my way of life, I'll just stay in Skyrim just to annoy the Empire, I will go to Solitude just to complete my vision of a cross continent crime spree. I will do this all because it is the only way I could ever live.
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