Player: Megan Gender: Female Race: Khajit Link: Google Sheet
You were born to a peasant family in a tiny village in the desertland of Elsweyr. Your parents and older brothers were hard workers, proud of their strength and endurance. The only thing big about you was your appetite. You were of an inquisitive nature. No cupboard, closet, or drawer was safe from your prying eyes and fingers. You left no traces, but still your father and brothers beat you when they caught you. By the time you were eleven, they no longer caught you. Your mother taught you how to haggle
and barter, but you had no other schooling and wanted none.
Once, you climbed the wall of the local temple and spied on the young disciples at practice. When their equipment was left lying about you took it for your own. In this way, you acquired a sword one of them had left. You also adopted a jacket shed by its owner and wore it proudly about the village.
One day, you saw some village boys hurling stones and insults at an old woman named Rahana Hammuoni. Moved by an impulse you did not understand, you flung rocks back at the boys. They laughed, but as you drew near, they turned and ran away. You went back to Rahana Hammuoni and offered to see her to her door.
"Come inside," Rahana Hammuoni said. "I have something for you." Her cottage was just one room, with cats and kittens everywhere. "Sit down," she said, removing two cats from a stool. "I'm going to teach you about concealment."
"Why?" you asked.
"The cats don't need training in concealment," Rahana Hammuoni said. "You do. Or will. No matter."
Thus your training began. Her hands could no longer perform, but her mind was still efficacious. You and Rahana Hammuoni became friends, as well as student and teacher.
On your sixteenth birthday, she told you that you must leave. Your little village was too small for someone of your talents.
"What of you?" you asked.
"I also must move on. Perhaps some day you will visit me in the Iliac Bay? I would like that. Until then, I have my memories and my cats."
On your way to the Imperial City, you stopped in an inn and heard that the Emperor was to pass the next day. Instead of sneaking into a room, you spent the night in a tree beside the road. You wanted to see the Emperor, later there would always be chances to break into some merchant's house.
The procession was very splendid indeed, but a nearby rustle drew your attention. A black clad man was crouching on a limb ten feet beneath you. You gasped before you could stop yourself, and he twisted around, bringing his bow to bear on you. With no time to draw a weapon, you flung yourself at him, and together you crashed down on the heads below, just as the Emperor's carriage drew abreast.
There a Briggande was about to attack you but a large bolt of lightning stopped him.
Hands seized you roughly. You felt dizzy and a trail of fire burned along your left arm. Poison from the arrow! Then a white robed elf muttered an incantation over you. Your arm cooled and your head cleared. The Emperor himself thanked you and gave you a single beautiful ruby.
It was there you met Leanne, a Breton who was responsible for the lightning. The two of you quickly became friends as you traveled together.
The local folk treated you to drinks and food and unaccustomed praise. Later you slipped away and found that in addition to a single beautiful ruby, the Emperor had handed you a note inviting you to share an audience with him at the Imperial Palace. You set have since seen him many times with Leanne.
Recently the two of you were at a local tavern when you received a letter asking you to come meet the Emperor immediately.