Skyrim: Forging of Two Blades (COMPLETE)

Thief at Start

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"Yes," Strofdir cheered. With the grapple around the stance he climbed up the wall using the grapple as a rope. He had reached the top of the ledge, and continued to the Ragged Flagon. In his trek to the Flagon, he came across a man. He was at least six foot two, he had on ragged trousers and a pair of fur gauntlets. He wasn't sure if he should challenge him or not. He decided to sneak by, figuring that he was much older than himself.

A locked door came in his path, looking around for something to unlock the door, he found a picklock. He tried unlocking the pick, after a while he proved successful. The door unlocked and he opened the door. Strofdir continued walking until he met a man, he had shoulder length red hair. He looked young but strong and trusting, considering he was thief for a living.

"Hello, Lad," the man said, "who are you?"

"Umm, I-I'm Strofdir" he replied.

"What are you doing down here?"

"I ran away, away from Grelod the Kinds terrible treatment to me."

"Ah, Grelod, eh. Well why come to the Ratway?"

"I heard about a group of thieves, and I wanted to become part of it."

"Well, I saw how you got here. You made your bow with resources that were limited, you had made your arrows the same way. You showed great marksmanship by shooting the lever. And when you saw you failed, you created a grapple to get over. And you snuck by that pulgist back there." the man was thinking, staring at the boy. He walked over to another man, he had some hair but he was starting bald. The man was discussing about Strofdir to the balding man. "Boy, your in. It's time you meet the guild. I am Brynjolf. This is Delvin," he said pointing to the balding man, "he is our sneaking master, he'll train you in sneaking and show you the rest of the family."

Delvin taught the boy all he knew about sneaking. He taught him for a month, teaching and perfecting the skills. After month of not knowing anyone, he met the rest of the guild. Though there wasn't a lot of them. There was Vex, she would teach Strofdir in the art of lock picking. Strofdir then met a young man, eighteen winters old, his name was Vipir, he'd be training in pickpocketing. And last he met an elderly man, but he was in fit condition for an old man. His name was Legroph the Grim.

"Alright boy," Brynjolf said, "you've been with us for four months now. Time to put you to work, you can either got to Vex for jobs, or to Delvin. You should make sure you get jobs here in Riften, you'll be closer to home." For a while Strofdir did the jobs. He did them for four years. Eventually he got tired and he had enough septim's to get a ride to another city. He told the guild that he'd be gone for awhile, that if they ever needed him to find him and bring him back to help out.

"Where and what will you be doing," Legroph asked.

"The night I ran away, I found something in Grelod's room, it was about me and my history. Though it was ripped, all I saw was the name of Whiterun." Strofdir replied, "So that's where I'm going. Thank you guys for being like a family to me."

"Just remember," Brynjolf began, "we take care of our own." So the boy went to the nearest carriage driver and told him to bring him to Whiterun. Once at Whiterun, he went to the Inn there, the Bannered Mare. He went to the Innkeeper and asked about the latest news. He was told that there was a sort of warriors guild, they were known as the Companions.