As night fell upon the city of Daggerfall, the streets emptied of their citizens. I watched the merchant pack up his wares from the shadows. The orc’s huge fingers fumbled with some of the weapons. I moved closer, my eyes glued to the dagger. I was almost directly behind the orc. I hid behind a crate, and knelt down to stay out of the huge orc’s line of vision.
The orc moved to pick up the dagger, but his fingers proved too big for the small hilt. He fumbled with it, but he could not find his grip. The dagger fell to the ground, mere inches from me. Before the orc could turn to pick up the dagger, I had grabbed it.
The orc bent down to search for the dagger, confused. The dagger had been in his grasp seconds ago, but now it was gone. Its safe to admit he was a little slow. He snorted, trying to piece together what could have happened. Suddenly, an idea dawned on him. “Who’s there?” he called out to the darkness.
Fear gripped me, and I crouched lower behind the crate.
“I can smell your fear,” the orc thundered, looking for the thief. Luckily, his eyes could not pierce the shadows I was concealed in. He picked up a Warhammer that he was going to sell, brandishing it with ease.
I spotted a large sack nearby, seemingly my only escape route. I crawled into the sack, which appeared to be filled with an assortment of vegetables. I heard the feet of the orc crushing the cobblestone nearby. I heard him let out an annoyed snort. The footsteps grew fainter and fainter, and I let out a sigh of relief. By the Eight, that was close!
I crawled out of the sack, keeping silent in case a guard or the orc came back and discovered me. I sat down on the side of the street, inspecting my new dagger closely. It’s blade was curved, and intricate lines ran across its surface. I tapped the side of the blade tentatively, curiously trying to see how strong its steel was. Suddenly, the dagger shone with a dull blue light. I marveled at how such a small item could hold secrets like this.
The light revealed a shadowy figure in front of me. Instantly, I was alert. The dagger stopped glowing.
“I saw what you did there.” the towering Breton said in a threatening voice.
I gulped. I didn’t think my dagger would make much use against him.
“You.... Did?” I replied, my voice shaking.
“Correct. Which is why I think you would make an excellent addition to the guild.” he said.
Relief flooded through me as I realized the Breton was not trying to kill me.
“Guild?” I asked, thinking instantly of the Mage’s guild that I had failed to join.
“Yes. We serve the Covenant.”
“Why are my talents.... useful?”
“The guild works in the shadows. Your skills will help further our cause.
“I suppose being in a guild is better than living on the streets.”
“Agreed. Come, if you wish to join us. By the way, my name is Cyphyr.”
He began to walk away. I had nothing left of my old life. Even if this Cyphyr was leading me into a trap, he could have killed or taken me by force before.
I sprinted ahead, trying to catch up with him. He said nothing, but nodded at my presence.
Taking many turns onto different streets, Cyphyr stopped eventually in front of some abandoned warehouse. The crude symbol of a lion was carved into the door. Cyphyr pushed it open, and walked inside. I cautiously followed.
Inside, there lay some ruined furniture, including a toppled-over chair that lay on its side. Cyphyr knelt down to the chair, and removed the back cushion, revealing a ladder leading on below. The chair was, in fact, attached to the floor. Cyphryr began to descend down the ladder, and beckoned for me to follow.
I climbed down the rungs of the ladder to find myself in a huge basement. In one corner of the room, there were targets latched to the wall. An archer shot at them with a bow.
A Redguard woman approached us the bottom of the ladder.
“Who is this?” she inquired.
“One who possesses the proper skills to join us, Guildmaster.” Cyphyr replied.
The Guildmaster circled me, assessing. Cyphyr whispered something into the Guildmaster’s ear, who nodded and stopped in front of me.
“Welcome to the Guild, Arathyra Stormwind. We are all Faceless here.”