I was wandering south of Burma, mounted upon my painted horse, searching for adventure. I came upon a little farm. A man working the field outside told me about the brutal slaying of his wife by Goblins. Deciding to do the right thing, I agreed to help him seek revenge. He sent me north to an old mine. I went in slashing, hacking and splattering goblin blood against the walls. I retrieved a jeweled amulet the farmer's wife had worn, so the farmer would have something to remember his wife with. I then returned to the farm, reluctantly gave up the amulet, and recieved a measly reward.
Being the good guy just doesn't pay. When the old man wasn't looking, I snuck a few gold coins from the chests in his room and left.
Now most folk would never have returned to that small boring farm. But me, I milk every last gold coin out of every person I meet, and every building I pass. I returned to that small little house at evening. The farmer was not out in the field, and the door to the farm was locked. I picked the lock without losing a single lockpick and stepped inside. Lord behold the farmer stood infront of shouting some nonsense about the house being off limits. So, I did what any other intelligent man of Cyrodiil would do. I popped a silver arrow right between his eyes. You see, it's easier to steal from people when they're dead. They tend to be more cooperative.
That night I recieved a visit during my sleep. And so began my life as a member of the Dark Brotherhood...
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The dark brotherhood is sweet. I got some cool new black light armor, and then a cool band that gives fortifys security and light armor and has some magic shield from my first assignment.
Being the good guy just doesn't pay. When the old man wasn't looking, I snuck a few gold coins from the chests in his room and left.
Now most folk would never have returned to that small boring farm. But me, I milk every last gold coin out of every person I meet, and every building I pass. I returned to that small little house at evening. The farmer was not out in the field, and the door to the farm was locked. I picked the lock without losing a single lockpick and stepped inside. Lord behold the farmer stood infront of shouting some nonsense about the house being off limits. So, I did what any other intelligent man of Cyrodiil would do. I popped a silver arrow right between his eyes. You see, it's easier to steal from people when they're dead. They tend to be more cooperative.
That night I recieved a visit during my sleep. And so began my life as a member of the Dark Brotherhood...
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The dark brotherhood is sweet. I got some cool new black light armor, and then a cool band that gives fortifys security and light armor and has some magic shield from my first assignment.
