Chapter 1
This must be joke. The all jeweled and costly Necklace of Talos, protected by many guards and traps that will lead to me into my “inevitable” death. I laugh in the face of danger. They might as well as hand it over.
As I sat back against the splintered roof of Dragonsreach, the lovely adobe of Jarl Balgruff the “Greater”, I thought of all the riches that will be rewarded to me by Tonilia in the Ragged Flagon, one of the main headquarters of the Thieves Guild. The sun was setting; I stood up and considered to start the heist and concluded to begin.
The first and hardest part was to find my way into the building. I strolled up to the edge of the roof where the two sloping halves of the roofs met and I started crawling. On the edge, I looked down where two guards stood, glued to their positions on each side of the great doorway.
I leaped. The wind punched my body as I was launching into the air. At last a felt the feeling of falling, gracefully landing on the wet wooden ground, both hands flooring the ground, one knee bent, one touching the floor. Immediately the guards drew their weapons, the left one with a sword and shield, the other with two war axes. I quickly sprang up to my feet with a smirk on my face.
“Please fellow nobles, no need for weapons; I have a message for the Jarl.” I said both hands up in the air to show no weapons. “I repeat no weapons please.”
“We know you are part of the Thieves Guild.” The left one exclaimed. “Your clan is known to steal objects that are none of your business, so you are not welcome here!”
All guards in Whiterun had the same uniform. A quirky helmet caging their faces. They wore a chain mail chest plate, lapped behind an orange silk top. For the bottom half of the body, guards usually wore leather trousers and leather boots.
“Oh look what we have here! A smart one!” I teased with a smile on my face. “Is your friend here as smart as y−“
“How dare you speak to us with that manner?” The left one interrupted with a demented tone while both relaxed their arms and letting their weapons drop. “My fellow guard has no ability to speak and used to be an adventurer like you until he took an arrow to the kn−“
I conjured a double Hysteria spell and I shot each spell in each hand to both guards the red aura hitting the guards in the face. For a second both guards stood their paralyzed, faces filled with bemusement.
Dragonsreach is a breath-taking location. At the foot of the building, sits a majestic staircase the loomed the sparkling pond below, and at the end, a grand entrance featuring the main door way. In between, was a wooden boardwalk laying there for peasants and nobles to walk along. On either side of the passageway, there are ponds shimmering from the moonlight. Separating the pond and the boardwalk was a balcony that supported various arches, complementing the structure. At the very end sat the building itself, watching over the city of Whiterun below.
Then, the smart-mouth shriveled up a scream, dropping his weapons and diving in to the pond on his side. The right one backed up into the wall and pleaded “Don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, what have I done to you?” he now started sobbing and sat on the floor, curling up into a ball and continued to sob. I grabbed him by his collar, and dragged him to the bank of the pond on his side where he still laid there doing the same actions. I looked over my shoulders and found the smart-mouth pinned to the farthest corner of the pond shaking his head. I walked over to the doors and turned to see both men still fixed in their actions.
“Men...” I said as the one on my right squealed in horror, “…if anyone of you both says a word about this, I will hunt you down and I will make sure you will never light see again….do you understand me?” I asked calmly.
The one on my left sat up from his ball and slightly nodded. The right one squealed a bit more.
“Good.”
Once inside I looked around and my mouth fell open. The dining room or the main room they call it, had a majestic crimson red carpet on the floor with yellow patterns on its edges and in its middle. On either side of me were two empty spaces with only carpets and a few benches and a table on my right. The usual hangout of the castle. But it was empty. In front of me there were a handful of steps leading into the dining platform. On both sides of the steps there were larger steps which each held a small fireplace. Next to those, there was to mini balconies overlooking the hangout .All of that made kind of like a hill so that the people on top of the stairs could not see down it, and with all the laughing and talking and the clinking of all the glasses from the dinner, they did not hear me enter. Above my head a deer’s head was hanging as a trophy, and above that was a circular glass window made for skylight, useless at night. Separating the hangouts and the main entryway ere many pillars that were as thick as my waist.
Quickly, I look down to my belt that contained many pouches of the sort, some smaller or bigger than others. I opened the one that was on my left hip, and pulled out what was contained. In my hand was a glass flask with a cork covering it, and inside was a silver liquid that swished around inside the flask. With my fingers, I pulled out the cork, dropped it on the floor, and gulped down the contents of it. Three minutes, I told myself. Three minutes.
For a few seconds my body tingled and gave me shivers. I had already felt this sensation before. I looked down at my hands. Every time a drink this potion, I always look down at my hands and I enjoy watching my hands become transparent by the seconds with my clothes. When I couldn’t see myself a started walking further into the room, until I reached the top of the staircase. In front of me was a hot fire heating the room. On both sides were to large dinner tables crammed with people eating away. In front of that was the Jarl’s throne with him sitting in it, while talking to a skinny bald man that must have been his advisor. The Jarl had luscious blonde hair with bulgy blue eyes that sat under his crown. He was slouching with one hand on the chair and the other under his chin with his elbow touching the other side.
On the left was the kitchen where the food was cooked and on the left was the magic room where a lonely wizard stood, both hands on the table with a book open, deep in study. On the left of the throne was a staircase leading down to a door. The Basement. On the right was a staircase leading up. The War Room. I went around the dining tables, walking to the war room. The Jarl’s conversation with his advisor stopped me from going up the stairs.
