My stay was short. With a click of the lock, the heavy wooden door opened and the fat noble walked in. He was dressed now in a simple brown tunic with the same wide belt barely holding his heaving stomach in. He looked down at me and said, "You was pretty good back there. I's almost didn't see you's coming, but I felt the tug on my belt. How's ya head? So, whaddya think about learnin' to do it right?" I looked up into his pudgy face asked if there would be looting and burning. He mentioned something about liking my style. And that is how I was accepted into the Thieves Guild by Lenny "the squid" Calamari.
It's been a few years since I joined the Guild, and it is hard to recall doing much of anything else. I've worked with some people who taught me a few things, and I have worked with some green recruits who have nearly gotten me killed. But a part of me died when I left the Panther Claw and it is hard to get riled up over much of anything anymore. I am still good at what I do, but my heart just isn't in it. The new recruits started calling me Rage as a bit of a joke because they couldn't get me mad no matter what they tried. The name stuck.
So now I am Rage. A heartless theif tied up in another orgainization much like the army I left before. I have unstrung my bow and taken up stealth and cunning instead. I am cold and determined and haunted beyond measure by the images and demons that invade my thoughts and my sleep. I will father no children, and bed no woman for there will never be anyone else to carry my burden of legacy; save myself. I fear death for I know that the men, women and children who I butchered will be waiting for me.