Board Thread:Lore Discussion/@comment-92.251.228.132-20141108020915/@comment-26662848-20141111085202

TheMindOfMadness wrote: 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. Ah, TheMindOfMadness. I was born with memories of us conversing with each other, a very long time ago. Like a... another life I have already lead. There was one thread we conversed, something about your nomination for rising up the ranks of this wiki.

It is good to see we are talking again, after all this time. Welcome back, friend.