Board Thread:Lore Discussion/@comment-92.251.228.132-20141108020915/@comment-23371555-20141110234223

Rigid Generic wrote: Also, I wouldn't really consider the Thieves Guild to be a 'bad' organisation, considering that they only tend to steal from those who have more than they deserve, coupled with the fact that they refrain from murdering innocents. I began my only playthrough unknowingly RPing as a nonviolent petty thief. I detested unnecessary bloodshed. Then one fateful day I struck up a conversation with Brynjolf and found that his organization shared my view on violence. After pouring my heart and soul into the Thieves Guild I found that everything I worked for had been undone by a man I trusted: Mercer Frey. When Brynjolf, Karliah, and I finally confronted him, both my allies went down. Filled with murderous fury, I battled him lizard to man. He went down on his knees and begged for mercy. But my rage was like Greek fire and I killed my defenseless opponent in cold blood.

Shocked at what I had done I abandoned the Guild to wander Skyrim's secluded places to try and make sense of my unpunished sin. I came upon a little boy desperate for freedom from a certain headmistress of an orphanage. My heart melted at the boy's pleading and turned to stone when I witnessed the headmistress berating the orphans. I slunk back into the orphanage after dark and stuck an arrow in her side. I returned to the boy disheartened that I'd killed yet again. He was overjoyed at my success, oblivious of the toll it took on me. I then discovered the Markarth Warrens and resolved to stay there and work the smelter as my penance. However, fate is cruel and merciless.

I awoke in a shack with three prisoners and an assassin. To leave I had to kill a prisoner. I considered each in panic, trying to make an impossible decision. Then the decision was made for me: the Nord begged for mercy. Just. Like. Him. Mercer Frey. The realization that a part of him still lived on in others enraged my beyond the breaking point. I burned the Nord alive.

Thus began my career as an assassin. The Dark Brotherhood gave me strength and obliterated my guilt. I had been reborn a new man.