Skyrim: Forging of Two Blades (COMPLETE)

The Ratway

The horse had made it to Whiterun, the man who worked at the stables went to the horse. He calmed it down. He saw the child, in confusion he took him off, he saw a note, and read it. 

To Whoever finds this,

This is the child of the Thane of Falkreath. If you found this child by his lonesome, it means my housecarl has died on the road. Please look for him. Bring his body back to  the Jarl of Falkreath. And tell the Jarl about the bandit raid by a pack of Orsimer. They raided my home, Lakeview Manor. I leave that house to my son. His name is  Strofdir. Bring him to Honorhall Orphanage. From there you have helped my child. Talos guide you.

-Thane Crisck Long-Beard

The stables man brought the Strofdir to the Jarl of Whiterun. He had told him how he found the child. And showed him the note.

"By Ysmir's beard," The Jarl gasped, "Guards! Get a courier, send a message to the Jarl of Falkreath. NOW!" The Jarl grabbed Strofdir, he gave him to his steward. The Jarl gave him his orders. The steward hired a carriage to drive him to Riften.

As they arrived at Riften the steward went to Honorhall Orphanage and gave the child to Grelod the Kind. She kindly accepted the child. He told her to take very good care of him, he was an important child, meant to be the Thane of Falkreath.

For the first ten days Strofdir lived in the orphanage. There were only four children. It was himself, his good friend Samuel, a girl Talia, and another boy named Hosfari. Grelod the kind was very abusive against the children, when they were punished she would shackle them up and starve them until they learned their lesson. She scolded them everyday. And Strofdir felt that for some reason he was the most hated.

"Sam," Strofdir whispered, "I'm getting tired of this place. I want to run away."

"Are you kidding?" he said, "If Grelod found that we left, she'll punish the others."

"Well, they don't want to go. I already asked. Lets go."

"No, you go."

"Hopefully we come across paths later in life, friend." Strofdir left the orphanage that night. He looked for the entrance to the Ratway. The Ratway was a city underneath the city of Riften, though it was in it's fifth year of bad luck. It was also home to the Thieves Guild. Strofdir was very quiet in the Ratway, he needed to be, there might have been skeever's. He slowly made his way to the Ragged Flagon. He knew that if he could get there, he'd be able to live.

He entered a room, it looked like there'd be a bridge to connect from where he was to the next ledge. And there was, but the thing was there was a lever to activate it. He tried to think of a way to activate the lever. He thought of an idea. He found a few good sized sticks, some flint, some leather strips and a few feathers.

With two sticks and the leather strips he made a bow. But he didn't have any string. He looked around, he jumped off the ledge he was on that was a story high. He brought his supplies with him. After a while he found a lot of spiders, though they didn't hear him. He snuck in the spider nest and harvested some webs. He returned to his ledge and realized that he could not get back up.

"Ugh, feeble minded!" he called himself. Well, he continued to make his bow with the string. After he finished his bow, he made three arrows. He aimed one at the lever, trying not to miss, and hoped it didn't he released it. The arrow nocked the lever to the other side and the bridge fell to the ledge where he started. "Now, how do I get from here to there? Ah! I know, if I tie the long string of web to an arrow, I could grapple it around that torch stance."