This is the full backstory for my Rascal build. Enjoy !
PROLOGUE - The Imperial City, 3rd of Sun's Height, 4E201
"So, Thessia, right ? You've been the alchemist's apprentice for a while ?", Olrik asked the young girl walking beside him. Not that he cared in the slightest about the answer, no ; he was buying time. He had stalked her all week, as all predators stalk their prey before they pounce. And today was a good day for hunting.
He always operated the same way : find young, solitary girls, charm them, lead them in a quiet spot, take their jewelry, their gold - and with this one, he thought, why not her virginity. Oh, she was a cute one. A short, chestnut-haired breton, barely over twenty years old. Light skin, green eyes, freckled cheeks. He could always slit her throat if she tried to scream for help, he thought. Given the girl's stature, she would not pose a threat.
Still conversing, he made them take a turn left as they exited the Market District. He knew exactly where to lead her. It was dusk, on a rainy day - unusual, he thought, for the season. Nobody would be walking the alley he was luring her to. Hell, rain was pouring so hard even the beggars fled to seek shelter at the temple. Just a few more steps, and there they were : a quiet, deserted backstreet. He discreetly reached to the dagger strapped to his lower back, hidden under his cloak...
"Looking for something ?" she cheekily asked, as he gripped the empty leather scabbard. He turned his head to the girl. She was pointing his own weapon right at him, a slight smile of contempt on her juvenile face. He was trapped, right there, beaten at his own game. Now he was alone on an empty alley, somewhere in the immensity of the Imperial capital. Now he was the prey. "I guess it's time you hand me your valuables, big guy. And I'll be keeping that knife as a souvenir, to boot."
Somewhere near the Pale Pass, 7th of Last Seed, 4E201
Thessia sighed in relief as she got her first glance at the Throat of the World. She had grown tired of Cyrodiil, and felt an irresistible thirst, a call for adventure. For something new... with the old habits thrown in there for good measure, of course. Ivarstead was the next stop before Riften, a city where, she heard, thieves ruled as kings, and she could achieve fortune and fame ! Also, their alchemist was said to be pretty good, and she was still eager to learn. Where most bretons are usually skilled mages, sorcerers and conjurers, she could never cast a spell to save her life ; she didn't have the patience to learn magic, although, for some reason, something as tedious as alchemy clicked for her. Sure, it was a lot of time watching liquid boil and bubbles pop, and more often than not the effluves were noxious and disgusting, but she found a certain interest in the craft nonetheless. She grinned as she closed her eyes, and fell asleep in the cranky cart that was taking her towards her destiny.
Riften, 17th of Last Seed, 4E201
"Looks like Riften was highly overrated, after all.", thought Thessia, as she gazed at what can only be described as a skeeverhole of a city. No time to reminisce or regret anything though, Cyrodiil was behind her, a new life was beginning for her here and, as unpleasant as the start of it looked like it was going to be, she had to make do, anyway. At least, she had a full purse and a trusty sword. Everything was going to work out for her, as always, right ? Just looking at the market stalls, she could see jewelry and trinkets galore to be "acquired". It was going to work out, for sure. This whole decision to leave the Imperial City behind was entirely rational and she had put much thought into it. Yep, for sure. Much thought into it. And what's more, after the...
A deep voice snapped her back from her reflexions to reality.
"Never done an honest day's work in your life for all that coin you're carrying, eh lass?"
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