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After Oblivion: Adventures of a Dark Elf	By : Syentaru Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Oblivion Views: 13978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“What do you supposed the charmed item is?” the mage thief asked the Master, who was leading the way confidently back to Dareloth’s Garden to make preparations.
      Gwen mulled the body guard’s comments over in her mind. “I suppose it could be anything. It’s probably what detected you the other night. We’ll just have to hope he doesn’t have any silencing artifacts. We can get by detect life, we’ll just have to go back to basics,” the Master Thief said matter of factly. Laurian only nodded silently in affirmation as they walked back to their guild, excitedly anticipating her first mission with her highly respected leader.
      They suited up, checking weapons and armor as daylight faded. They had taken a quick walk by the Seval Estate on their way back to the guild hall, making sure they had more than one escape route. Gwen tucked all her necessary spell scrolls into her pouch, just in case she or her apprentice became silenced. Next into her pouch went her potions, her last chance if all healing spells failed them. Once they were fully outfitted for the night’s work, they quietly exited the house, any thieves visiting for the night wishing them good luck.
      “Remember, stick to the shadows, and use chameleon spells, no invisibility, got it?” Gwen asked the breton.
      “Got it,” Laurian replied.
      “Good. You said you went through the front door before, correct?” Gwen asked as they neared the front of the estate.
      “Yes. I picked the lock, but I didn’t make it far before I was discovered,” she said, her head dropping as she remembered how ashamed she felt at getting caught during a mission. Her warrants had already been taken care of, but she couldn’t be found again, especially with the Master Thief by her side.
      “Well then, we’re going in a different way,” Gwen nodded towards the side of the building, where there were plenty of windows to enter through. They both donned their chameleon gear, then searched for a good entry point. “You said the sword was on the first level, above the mantel of the fire place. So, this window, from what I gather, should put us right near it.” Gwen rolled her eyes at the thought of how clichéd the placement of the sword was, but as an altmer, Seval would like to display all of his goods out in the open, to show off his fortune. “Just like a high elf, so full of himself,” Gwen muttered as they crawled through the window, and could barely make out the giggle Laurian stifled as she came in behind her.
      They couldn’t see any hired help as they made their way inside, but as they got closer to the sitting room where the sword was kept, they could see purple figures through the very walls, meaning the detect life spell was still in effect. Gwen motioned for Laurian to get back, since if they could see the guards stationed about the room, then the thieves themselves were also visible to anyone looking their way. She moved back until they were no longer visible, then turned to her partner.
      “Can you cast an area effect sleep spell? That should give us enough time to get by them so we can swipe the artifact,” Gwen whispered to Laurian. The younger woman just nodded and cast the spell swiftly, shooting it down the hallway where the men were seen. They heard bodies hitting the floor shortly after the spell lit up the room, and thought it safe to venture forward.
      They slipped quietly into the room, noting four men on the ground in each corner of the sitting area. It only took a moment to notice the sword hanging on the wall, and they could see it gave off the faint yellow glow of something heavily enchanted.
      “Could that be the charmed item Bromlin mentioned?” Laurian whispered to Gwen, who could only shrug and move forward to take the item.
      “That’s exactly right,” a voice said behind them. Both thieves whirled to face the onlooker, still in their chameleon gear, but they could not help but gasp as they recognized Seval himself standing behind them, a smug look on his long, golden altmer face. “I suppose you’re wondering where I got it. Well, I was an adventurer in my younger days, and I found it on a traveling marauder. Now I think it’s time we figured out who you two are,” he said, casting a paralyze spell on both of them.
      Laurian panicked as she felt her body stiffen, but Gwen was prepared for such a move and her anti-paralysis belt flashed as it kept her safe from the spell. The Master Thief thought of attacking the man, but knew that would not be in anyone’s best interest, and it would break guild rules if he were killed in this situation, so she jumped towards the mantle, hurling a strong soul trapping spell on the sword and striking it with one of her daggers.
      There was a resounding crash and a strangled shout from the high elf as the sword lost its shine and the charge it carried to give off such a strong detect life spell. The two purple auras disappeared from sight immediately, and Gwen’s first move was to cast a silence spell on Seval, then dispel Laurian so they could retrieve the artifact and leave as quickly as possible. She had the sword in her hands quickly, then felt shocked as her strength was drained from her.
      “You didn’t think I’d be so foolish as to leave one of my most precious items unprotected, did you?” Seval laughed maliciously as the sword clattered to the floor. The sleeping guards began to awaken then as their employer walked over to the artifact and bent to pick it up, disregarding the two thieves. He was so preoccupied with putting the sword back into place that he did not notice Gwen sipping a restore strength potion, or Laurian readying an area effect paralyze spell. The altmer felt that they were as good as caught once he used a soul gem on the sword to restore its lost power. He and his men began shouting angrily then, when they dropped to the floor once again and the sword was lifted by invisible hands off of the mantle and taken through the window that seemed to open on its own.
      It only took moments for the large spell to wear off, but when it did, the altmer was livid.
      “Get out there and find them! No magistrate will be able to excuse their arrest warrants once the legion hears of these charges!” the altmer screamed and stamped his feet, ordering the four confused guards out of his estate. “Do not come back without results, or you won’t be able to find work in any province!” The men scurried out, running in all directions in a futile attempt to find the hidden thieves. Seval was beside himself with rage. How could two petty thieves make it passed his defenses as well as him? He was one of the mighty altmer, the most gifted with magic of all the races of Tamriel. He would find them, and make them pay for this embarrassment. They must have been part of the wretched Thieves Guild. He knew he should have resided elsewhere, somewhere in the mountains where no one would bother him. But men and women were always attracted to enchanted artifacts, and he had a large collection which held a variety of items, from swords to boots to shields, even little trinkets like rings and other jewelry. He even had magically enhanced clothing, which gifted him with a wide array of effects. But his sword was truly an ingenious artifact. It always told you when people were close by, whether they were camouflaged or not. It also held a secret only he knew about. The ability to tell you where anyone or anything was, no matter how far away he or she was, the person or object would light up purple and all you had to do was head in their direction. He had never tested the location abilities of the sword, but through his studies he had learned that much about its true power.
      He had lied when he said he found it on a marauder. While it was true that he had been an adventurer, the sword had in fact been stolen from the Emperor’s very own vault, as it was rumored to have great powers and was enchanted by a daedra. He hadn’t gathered much information with the research, but it was indeed a special weapon, and he decided to keep it as the Emperor had, safe and sound and away from the general public. He had to get it back, before it was lost forever in the hands of another curious mage. He had gleaned from his old scrolls that using the sword too much could be dangerous, and while he didn’t care what happened to the two thieves, he didn’t wish to see the rest of Cyrodiil destroyed because of their foolishness.
      He had no idea how powerful the weapon really was, and neither did the Champion who currently held the item, feeling it begin to grow more powerful even though she had not used a soul gem on it. She slowed to a stop as the sword took on its enchanted glow, seemingly on its own.
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