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| Aengoth the Pickpocket; Chapter 1: You Filthy Little Pickpocket! | |
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| Post #1 Jul 29 2010, 08:26 PM | drakon136 |
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Aengoth the Pickpocket Author's Note: I am using the alternate start mod made by tungol from TESNexus called TuStartingOptions_01, and bg2408's (from the Bethesda forums) Race Balancing mod. This is my first Oblivion story, but I somebody will enjoy it! Chapter 1 You Filthy Little Pickpocket! Two Guards walked by my home in the Waterfront. It was strange to see them patroling here. In the dead of night, no less. One of them must have something of value in their pockets, seeing as their armor was probably more expensive than my shack. I snuck up on on of them, fingers ready. I reached into his pocket, and pulled three Septims and a key. I also managed to take the arrows out from his quiver. It wasn't much, but it was better than most times. I took my leave, just as the guard reached into his pocket to see if everything was there. I took a right turn, and hopped the stone wall. I noticed an Argonian standing around like a beggar waiting for a handout. I recognized him as Amusei, as he was the only Argonian, that I knew, of living in the Waterfront. He would probably be easy pickings. I snuck up on him, knowing his purse would soon be mine. I succeeded again. Taking his money was easier than robbing a beggar. I ran past him, and noticed someone who didn't belong in the Waterfront. It was Marana Rian. It was even stranger for her to be here than those guards. As I snuck up behind her, I could see her large purse. I was about to become rich. Well, compared to the rest of the people on the Waterfront, I'd be rich. To everyone else, I'd still be poor. She slapped my hand away, and turned around to see who it was. "You filthy little pickpocket!" she shouted at me. The guards must've heard this, as I could hear the sounds of their metal boots against the ground. I had several stolen items on me, one of which being a key to the Guard Posts. I ran inside my shack, placed everything in a chest, and went out to face the guards. "STOP! You've violated the law!" I knew this all too phrase all too well. I toned out the rest of it, handed him the Septims, and he brought me to the prison. He searched me, and sent me out of the building after finding nothing illegal. I let out a sigh of relief, glad that he didn't take more of my gold like Audens Avidius. I stepped forward, and noticed a lone guard, standing out of the other guards' view. I snuck behind him, ready get back to work. |
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