Rhan-Away

Five years ago, I was living the rough life on the far side of Elsweyr. My family obtained our rations through shameless deceit and lies. Whenever I openly questioned their ways, they glared at me with their pitch black eyes and said that I was being ungrateful, and that I would do this myself one day. I acted like I agreed, like I had let it go, but inside I was still flaring. How dare they bring others misfortune just for their own well-being? Why not just work, like those unfortunate victims of their lies do? One day, frustrated with their consistently needless thievery, I packed up my red-spotted knapsack-on-a-stick and said my last, most bitter goodbye to them and left that place. Just before I left, my younger sister came up to me and gave me a single green emerald. She said that if I needed, I could sell it. I have no time for sentimentality, so it was taken by the first merchant who crossed my path.

My path was rough. Very rough. On my way to Skyrim, I made just enough septims for a single sandwich each night by shooting deer and creatures dubbed 'ploughers'. Finally, on the 3rd of the Last Seed, I reached the edge of Skyrim. I ran the rest of my journey non-stop for 14 hours, then finally reached my goal; a small, crime-ridden town named Riften. I vowed to be rid of all scum that roamed The Rift, including two phonies stationed outside the town demanding money from whoever tried to enter.

5 years later, I am Thane of Riften, everyone in town admires me and I am married to an obedient woman named Iona. I don't much care for her, but our marriage is health and does not interrupt my hunts. But it's not all riches and love. There is still more to do, and endless supply of skooma dealers, thieves and fickle worshipers of Dibella to annihilate. I still have a long way to go, but at least my family of catnappers are far behind me.