Fireheart

This is a Skyrim Role Playing (RP) page for Fireheart, a Khajiit from Solsthiem. If you want to interact, send an ask or a message =)

[dar-shan-blog]

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart layed his ears down, a little hurt at the harshness of the tone. He was silent for a few. “This one knows of another, Karliah, just outside of Riften.” He said. “You can come with this one, or stay in Honeyside, when fireheart meets with her.” He told him, with a...

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart sighed, relieved to be in his home once more and out of the weather. Honeyside was full of riches and nice, lavish furnishings. Fit for the king of thieves. He chuckled at Dar'shan a moment "The Cistern. This one will take you there to fix your armor." He said, showing him around. "You can stay in this room as long as you need to stay." He assured him. "Khajiit need to stick together, our kind is most unwelcome in this land." He said rather sadly. "Marcurio.. might stop over later, if thats fine." He said, his eyes gleaming.

[huntingwithdean]

[fireheart-thief]

Werewolf

[vebston]

[fireheart-thief]

Respect them.

[dar-shan-blog]

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart felt for his friend. He knew how much he wanted to escape. “This one is sorry about the bounty. They could have at least made it 10.” He said, trying to make him feel better. He thought for a moment. “Perhaps.. we can speak with delvin.. he’s good at making.....

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart layed his ears down, a little hurt at the harshness of the tone. He was silent for a few. "This one knows of another, Karliah, just outside of Riften." He said. "You can come with this one, or stay in Honeyside, when fireheart meets with her." He told him, with a smile.

[phazn]

[fireheart-thief]

This one loves dragons.

[fireheart-thief]

((OOC: Gaming is hard work.))

[dar-shan-blog]

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart thought for a moment, his ears still back. “They would have killed us without a second thought. Silence him.” He said with a hiss. "That was very impressive.” Fireheart stated, about Dar’Shan’s handy work.

[dar-shan-blog]

Dar’Shan took another arrow into his fingers, notched...

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart felt for his friend. He knew how much he wanted to escape. "This one is sorry about the bounty. They could have at least made it 10." He said, trying to make him feel better. He thought for a moment. "Perhaps.. we can speak with delvin.. he's good at making.. things.. go away." He said, his ears pricked.

[dar-shan-blog]

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart’s ears layed flat, his eyes narrowed and he sneered. “You have one chance to walk away and forget you ever saw us.” He said to the large man. He glanced around at the wooded area behind them and smirked to himself. “This one is the leader of the Thieves. In...

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart thought for a moment, his ears still back. "They would have killed us without a second thought. Silence him." He said with a hiss. "That was very impressive." Fireheart stated, about Dar'Shan's handy work.

[dar-shan-blog]

[dar-shan-blog]

"This one’s past in the Brotherhood was far from respectable. He joined after accidentally stirring them up, and having to repay them. If you could call it that. He had to kill one of three people. One of them was the target supposedly." He began.

"Turned out, none of them were. I was only told that AFTER all three lay dead." he confessed. He hated that memory. "He was then told to report to the sanctuary in Falkreath and talk to her again. He began his career as an assassin. Unfortunately, this usually meant finding and slaughtering innocent folk. Once he was even forced to kill one of his own kind, one who was loved by others of his own kind. I apologized gravely as I delivered the final blow, and payed my respects." he nearly teared up at this.

"The Tenets, they bind one to the Brotherhood. No Dark Brother could refuse a contract dealt to him, or escape, lest he be terminated. Indefinitely. If you catch my drift." he insinuated. "When he became involved with the killing of the Emperor, things went downhill. Dar’Shan made enemies, rivalries, including Astrid herself. When the Penitus Oculatus ravaged our Sanctuary, I narrowly escaped, with slashes across my back. Khajiit has NEVER gone back. He fears for his life that meeting another Dark Brother or Sister will be his undoing."

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart sat in silence for a moment, before putting a paw on Dar’Shan’s back. He said nothing, just comforted him as wild cats sometimes do. “This one doesn’t blame you. Fireheart would not go back to that horror, either.” He said very quietly. “This one never had to kill one of our kind, but if this one did, he would feel and do the same.” He removed his paw and laid out a sleeping bag by the fire. He curled up in it, looking over at Dar’Shan. “We should get some rest before we get to Riften..and the Guild.”

[dar-shan-blog]

Dar’Shan looked in silence as the other khajiit feel to sleep. He rolled his own, and placed a few tripwire noise-traps around the camp. Once he was happy with the security measures, he crept into his bed roll and stared at the trees. “Come on out. Dare you. Make my day.” he thought, imagining someone had already tracked him out here. He eventually tired out, and fell to sleep.

The next morning, he woke up to Fireheart re-kindling the fire and cooking some light breakfast. Dar’Shan quickly began to take down camp and prepare to head to Riften. “This one looks forward to seeing your home. It must nice there. Better than out here.” he said, biting into some cooked rabbit soon after.

They took up camp, and picked up whatever needed to be for traveling. With his companion watching his back, Dar’Shan felt safer. After all, this man managed to kill Mercer Frey. That was a feat in itself, not including all the bandits and mechanisms and Falmer he must have had to fight through.

All was going well, (well about as well as travel ever did.) Until the crossroads at the edges of Whiterun, Eastmarch, and the Rift. A heavily-clad pair of brutes appeared, well-armed with a warhammer and and sword/shield. Weapons drawn, they approached the pair of Khajiit hastily, and stopped in front of Dar’Shan. “You know why we’re here, scum. This is your last chance to come willingly. If not, well… they did say dead OR alive on the note…”

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart's ears layed flat, his eyes narrowed and he sneered. "You have one chance to walk away and forget you ever saw us." He said to the large man. He glanced around at the wooded area behind them and smirked to himself. "This one is the leader of the Thieves. In those bushes behind us, twenty of my best men lay in wait." He bluffed quite well. Fireheart walked right up to the large man, looked deep into his eyes, his own slit. "Tell Khajiit, is this worth dying for?" He said in a low, serious voice.

[verbenne]

I saw the same picture but with  Alduin in Sovengarde so i made it with Durnehviir in the Soul Carin 

[fireheart-thief]

((I just got Dawnguard!!!)) This one just met him.

[fireheart-thief]

This one hasn't been on in a few!

((ooc- Sorry, I had to meet some deadlines! ))

[fireheart-thief]

(Fireheart Art work by me )

[dar-shan-blog]

[dar-shan-blog]

"This one’s past in the Brotherhood was far from respectable. He joined after accidentally stirring them up, and having to repay them. If you could call it that. He had to kill one of three people. One of them was the target supposedly." He began.

"Turned out, none of them were. I was only told that AFTER all three lay dead." he confessed. He hated that memory. "He was then told to report to the sanctuary in Falkreath and talk to her again. He began his career as an assassin. Unfortunately, this usually meant finding and slaughtering innocent folk. Once he was even forced to kill one of his own kind, one who was loved by others of his own kind. I apologized gravely as I delivered the final blow, and payed my respects." he nearly teared up at this.

"The Tenets, they bind one to the Brotherhood. No Dark Brother could refuse a contract dealt to him, or escape, lest he be terminated. Indefinitely. If you catch my drift." he insinuated. "When he became involved with the killing of the Emperor, things went downhill. Dar’Shan made enemies, rivalries, including Astrid herself. When the Penitus Oculatus ravaged our Sanctuary, I narrowly escaped, with slashes across my back. Khajiit has NEVER gone back. He fears for his life that meeting another Dark Brother or Sister will be his undoing."

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart sat in silence for a moment, before putting a paw on Dar'Shan's back. He said nothing, just comforted him as wild cats sometimes do. "This one doesn't blame you. Fireheart would not go back to that horror, either." He said very quietly. "This one never had to kill one of our kind, but if this one did, he would feel and do the same." He removed his paw and laid out a sleeping bag by the fire. He curled up in it, looking over at Dar'Shan. "We should get some rest before we get to Riften..and the Guild."

[dar-shan-blog]

[fireheart-thief]

"Since I know I can trust you…" he began, "I was framed of murder in Dawnstar last night. I had to run, or die." He looked to the food excitedly. "Dying wasn’t a great option. This one can’t think of who did it, or why, but Dar’Shan knows he’ll have people after him. People like him. Skilled killers. For a nice price of 1500, for a double murder that wasn’t even his." he bared his teeth in anger.

Fireheart sat quietly in thought a moment. “This one can hire some spies, try and find out what’s going on and why you were framed, or Fireheart can go himself.” He said, patting Dar’Shan’s shoulder affectionately, reassuring him all would be okay in the end. “Ask of this one anything. Fireheart will help all he can.” He said honestly, then took another sip of the Argonian Ale. “Do you think they will be after this one as well?" He asked, unafraid of the thought.

[dar-shan-blog]

"Doubt it." he reassured. "To nearly everyone, we are unaffiliated. You are safe." He salivated, looking at the candied meats as they cooked.

"Does this one want any loaves?" he asked, getting out some bread from his pack. "They’re still good."

He tooke three, breaking one in half, and passes Fireheart his portion.

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart nodded a thank-you and plated the foods, handing Dar’Shan his plate. He tore into his meats and bread like he hadn’t eaten in days. “Tell this one about your family” He asked, excitedly. “You have cubs? Your wife, is she Khajiit?” He asked, his mouth full of fish.

[dar-shan-blog]

"Yes, she is Khajiit." he confirmed. "Dar’Shan loves her so. Her name is Kisisa. And the cubs, there are four. Two are ours, two are adopted. We love them all very much." He seemed to trail off into thought. "We make sure they are fed well." He took a generous bite of salmon and his eyes widened. "This is great food, thank you."

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart smiled at his compliment. “This one learned from the Dunmer. The cooking, and pretty much everything else.” He went to his horse again, and dug into the pack. He took out two sweet-rolls and a Journal looking notebook. “This is all Fireheart has of his real father. It’s a Journal, filled with strange language and markings. This one thinks he was mad.” He said this, as he put a sweet-roll on Dar’Shan’s plate. “Your name, it is a typical Khajiit name, no? What does it mean? Master Neloth named this one after the Heart stones he does so enjoy. And Fire for this one’s coat color.” He took a sip of the Ale, feeling slightly drunk, but not too much to dull his senses. “This one..has a certain someone in Khajiit’s life as well. Not a wife.. but.. well.. he doesn’t know this one likes him in that way.” He said, his blue eyes filling with great sadness. “He lives in Riften. Marcurio, if you know him.”

[dar-shan-blog]

"Him? This one remembers running away from him after killing the man he was supposed protect. Glad he never caught my face, or he’d make things a lot harder for Dar’Shan." he chuckled. "But oh well. I’ve nothing against the man, it was just business."

"Dar’Shan, this one is not quite sure what it means. Possibly some allusion to alchemy, since his mother gave him the name?" he wondered. "Dar- means cleverness and skill with fingers. Fitting." he said as he glanced to the potions he carried. He took a small vial of healing potion to fix his arm, and sighed as it worked its magick. "This one will need to patch his armour at his next opportunity."

[fireheart-thief]

He sighed, the thought of his crush on Marcurio weighed on his mind once again. "Him." he said back, more to himself than anything, but audible nonetheless. “He’s..it’s just..” He became quiet and trailed off, then cleared his throat. “Ah excuse this one’s ramblings. It’s that Argonian Ale!” He exclaimed. “Armor, yes. There is a blacksmith this one hired, down in the Ragged Flagon, if you’re willing to venture down there.” He said with a grin. 

[dar-shan-blog]

"Ah, this one will then. If he’s good enough for your Guild, he must be at the very least decent. Who else is down there. It would be, ah, /valuable/ to know." he asked. He wanted to know who would see him, just to be sure he’d be safe down there. If Delvin saw him, he could be through.

After all, the Guild cares for two things the most. Money, and their own. And since Dar’Shan had left the Brotherhood, he had to look over his shoulder for any assassins. The Thieves’ Guild had ties, especially Delvin, and if he got seen, he just might sell that information. Dar’Shan couldn’t help being paranoid. He’d had an arm reach around his neck before. His heart skipped a beat, and he knew what it felt like to be a victim. He barely survived, once his new friend Aislinn killed the one putting a dagger to the cat’s throat.

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart thought for a moment. “Lets see, Brynjolf is this one’s second, so he will be there, but he stays in the Cistern. In the Flagon, Vex, Tanilia, Durge and Delvin.” He purred their names like they were his kin. “You mentioned to this one, you had.. issues with some of them, if that is the case, fireheart can sneak you down. You can be this one’s..” He thought for a moment. “Cousin. From Cyrodiil.” He smirked at the thought.

[dar-shan-blog]

Delvin… Brynyolf… Dirge… The names rung like a bell tolls for a deceased one in his head. They knew who he was. Delvin especially… he missed part of what his khajiit friend had said.

"Uh, cousin?" he raised his brow. "This one doubts that will work too well. There is an age gap. Although, we are Khajiit, so they might not notice. Unless there is another down there. As for speech, I know Cyrodiilic tongue well, and I can speak it." but he stopped again. "As long as Delvin never sees me, and Bryn doesn’t recognise me."

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart nodded. A challenge. His fur bristled with excitement. “We can make this work..” He said, eyes narrowed. “You can wear one of this one’s Guild armor. There are no other Khajiit down in the Rat way, Cistern or the Flagon. Just wear the hood, and we will slip right by Delvin.” He paused and flicked his tail. “Bryn is like a father to this one, if he did find out, you have this one’s word. You’re safe. We may be Thieves, but they will follow Fireheart’s word.” He said solemnly. His ears pricked. “Can this one ask.. why some of the Guild and yourself have..issues?" He asked cautiously, ears forward, ready to listen. 

[dar-shan-blog]

"Guild members care for a few main things, in succession. Their own, their friends, and money. Delvin has connections with the Brotherhood. This one left it after realizing joining it was a mistake. He left as the Penitus Oculatus wrecked the place. In fear. And regret. With blood running down his back. Now they would probably kill me if they ever find out where Dar’Shan is. Delvin… well I’m not one of the Guild. And I did ruin a deal with him. Inadvertently. Didn’t know it was him."

Dar’Shan ruined a guild dealing that Delvin was in charge of. Didn’t kill anyone, just spied and got word of it out. Of course, he didn’t know who was in charge of it until he found Dirge pointing a fist at him and leaving him staggering in the roadway. Bryn, well he only knew him after denying a job from him in the streets.

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart’s tail-fur bristled at the images the older Khajiit left in his mind. "Delvin does have dealings with them, this one has seen the blonde smooth-skin in the flagon. This one doesn’t trust her. Fireheart will keep you away from Delvin.” He looked up at the lightening sky, then back at Dar’Shan. “Bryn won’t hold it against you, that you didn’t wish to Join.” He said matter o’ factly. “This one doesn’t know when you were in the Flagon or the Cistern, if ever, but Fireheart has changed things since he’s been in charge. There are stores, more Guild members and the Gold flows. Also..” He paused, not sure if he should say. Then shrugged. “Also.. Bryn, Karliah and this one.. became nightingales. Things have changed since..” He paused again, swallowing hard. “Since this one.. had to..” His fur bristled and he flattened his ears, shame in his eyes. “..Kill Mercer Frey.” He finished his sentence and looked down into the fire.

[dar-shan-blog]

"Hah." Dar’Shan let out almost relieved. "I knew there was something wrong with the man when I first saw him. I hated him. Good to know this one’s hatred was well-placed."

Curiosity found its way to his mind again. “What did the villain do, exactly?” He wanted to know what exactly happened to him.

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart's tail-fur bristled again at the thought of Mercer and his deceit. "when this one first joined the guild, it was at a bad time for them, this one did odd jobs, nothing really big. Fireheart got his jobs from Bryn." He smoothed his tail-fur back down and calmed a little. "This one started working his way up, and Fireheart got a big job. To go with Mercer to some ruin to kill his old enemy, Karliah. We went.. but it didn't go as this one planned." He folded his ears back, his fur stood on end, as he stood up. "Mercer had betrayed everyone in the guild, stole all our gold, killed the old Guild master and framed Karliah. When this one found out, Fireheart was on the floor, paralyzed by Karliah's arrow." He touched his chest instinctively as he spoke. "After she was gone, Mercer tried to finish this one with his blade." He touched the three deep scars across his nose. "We tracked him to a ruin where we found him, trying to make off with two large jewels and disappear from Skyrim forever. This one couldn't let him defile our morals that way." He touched the patch on his armor. "So we fought, and I severed his head from his body." He sat. It felt good to tell that tale. He had told no one since it happened.

[dar-shan-blog]

[fireheart-thief]

"Since I know I can trust you…" he began, "I was framed of murder in Dawnstar last night. I had to run, or die." He looked to the food excitedly. "Dying wasn’t a great option. This one can’t think of who did it, or why, but Dar’Shan knows he’ll have people after him. People like him. Skilled killers. For a nice price of 1500, for a double murder that wasn’t even his." he bared his teeth in anger.

Fireheart sat quietly in thought a moment. “This one can hire some spies, try and find out what’s going on and why you were framed, or Fireheart can go himself.” He said, patting Dar’Shan’s shoulder affectionately, reassuring him all would be okay in the end. “Ask of this one anything. Fireheart will help all he can.” He said honestly, then took another sip of the Argonian Ale. “Do you think they will be after this one as well?" He asked, unafraid of the thought.

[dar-shan-blog]

"Doubt it." he reassured. "To nearly everyone, we are unaffiliated. You are safe." He salivated, looking at the candied meats as they cooked.

"Does this one want any loaves?" he asked, getting out some bread from his pack. "They’re still good."

He tooke three, breaking one in half, and passes Fireheart his portion.

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart nodded a thank-you and plated the foods, handing Dar’Shan his plate. He tore into his meats and bread like he hadn’t eaten in days. “Tell this one about your family” He asked, excitedly. “You have cubs? Your wife, is she Khajiit?” He asked, his mouth full of fish.

[dar-shan-blog]

"Yes, she is Khajiit." he confirmed. "Dar’Shan loves her so. Her name is Kisisa. And the cubs, there are four. Two are ours, two are adopted. We love them all very much." He seemed to trail off into thought. "We make sure they are fed well." He took a generous bite of salmon and his eyes widened. "This is great food, thank you."

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart smiled at his compliment. “This one learned from the Dunmer. The cooking, and pretty much everything else.” He went to his horse again, and dug into the pack. He took out two sweet-rolls and a Journal looking notebook. “This is all Fireheart has of his real father. It’s a Journal, filled with strange language and markings. This one thinks he was mad.” He said this, as he put a sweet-roll on Dar’Shan’s plate. “Your name, it is a typical Khajiit name, no? What does it mean? Master Neloth named this one after the Heart stones he does so enjoy. And Fire for this one’s coat color.” He took a sip of the Ale, feeling slightly drunk, but not too much to dull his senses. “This one..has a certain someone in Khajiit’s life as well. Not a wife.. but.. well.. he doesn’t know this one likes him in that way.” He said, his blue eyes filling with great sadness. “He lives in Riften. Marcurio, if you know him.”

[dar-shan-blog]

"Him? This one remembers running away from him after killing the man he was supposed protect. Glad he never caught my face, or he’d make things a lot harder for Dar’Shan." he chuckled. "But oh well. I’ve nothing against the man, it was just business."

"Dar’Shan, this one is not quite sure what it means. Possibly some allusion to alchemy, since his mother gave him the name?" he wondered. "Dar- means cleverness and skill with fingers. Fitting." he said as he glanced to the potions he carried. He took a small vial of healing potion to fix his arm, and sighed as it worked its magick. "This one will need to patch his armour at his next opportunity."

[fireheart-thief]

He sighed, the thought of his crush on Marcurio weighed on his mind once again. "Him." he said back, more to himself than anything, but audible nonetheless. “He’s..it’s just..” He became quiet and trailed off, then cleared his throat. “Ah excuse this one’s ramblings. It’s that Argonian Ale!” He exclaimed. “Armor, yes. There is a blacksmith this one hired, down in the Ragged Flagon, if you’re willing to venture down there.” He said with a grin. 

[dar-shan-blog]

"Ah, this one will then. If he’s good enough for your Guild, he must be at the very least decent. Who else is down there. It would be, ah, /valuable/ to know." he asked. He wanted to know who would see him, just to be sure he’d be safe down there. If Delvin saw him, he could be through.

After all, the Guild cares for two things the most. Money, and their own. And since Dar’Shan had left the Brotherhood, he had to look over his shoulder for any assassins. The Thieves’ Guild had ties, especially Delvin, and if he got seen, he just might sell that information. Dar’Shan couldn’t help being paranoid. He’d had an arm reach around his neck before. His heart skipped a beat, and he knew what it felt like to be a victim. He barely survived, once his new friend Aislinn killed the one putting a dagger to the cat’s throat.

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart thought for a moment. “Lets see, Brynjolf is this one’s second, so he will be there, but he stays in the Cistern. In the Flagon, Vex, Tanilia, Durge and Delvin.” He purred their names like they were his kin. “You mentioned to this one, you had.. issues with some of them, if that is the case, fireheart can sneak you down. You can be this one’s..” He thought for a moment. “Cousin. From Cyrodiil.” He smirked at the thought.

[dar-shan-blog]

Delvin… Brynyolf… Dirge… The names rung like a bell tolls for a deceased one in his head. They knew who he was. Delvin especially… he missed part of what his khajiit friend had said.

"Uh, cousin?" he raised his brow. "This one doubts that will work too well. There is an age gap. Although, we are Khajiit, so they might not notice. Unless there is another down there. As for speech, I know Cyrodiilic tongue well, and I can speak it." but he stopped again. "As long as Delvin never sees me, and Bryn doesn’t recognise me."

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart nodded. A challenge. His fur bristled with excitement. “We can make this work..” He said, eyes narrowed. “You can wear one of this one’s Guild armor. There are no other Khajiit down in the Rat way, Cistern or the Flagon. Just wear the hood, and we will slip right by Delvin.” He paused and flicked his tail. “Bryn is like a father to this one, if he did find out, you have this one’s word. You’re safe. We may be Thieves, but they will follow Fireheart’s word.” He said solemnly. His ears pricked. “Can this one ask.. why some of the Guild and yourself have..issues?" He asked cautiously, ears forward, ready to listen. 

[dar-shan-blog]

"Guild members care for a few main things, in succession. Their own, their friends, and money. Delvin has connections with the Brotherhood. This one left it after realizing joining it was a mistake. He left as the Penitus Oculatus wrecked the place. In fear. And regret. With blood running down his back. Now they would probably kill me if they ever find out where Dar’Shan is. Delvin… well I’m not one of the Guild. And I did ruin a deal with him. Inadvertently. Didn’t know it was him."

Dar’Shan ruined a guild dealing that Delvin was in charge of. Didn’t kill anyone, just spied and got word of it out. Of course, he didn’t know who was in charge of it until he found Dirge pointing a fist at him and leaving him staggering in the roadway. Bryn, well he only knew him after denying a job from him in the streets.

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart's tail-fur bristled at the images the older Khajiit left in his mind. "Delvin does have dealings with them, this one has seen the blonde smooth-skin in the flagon. This one doesn't trust her. Fireheart will keep you away from Delvin." He looked up at the lightening sky, then back at Dar'Shan. "Bryn won't hold it against you, that you didn't wish to Join." He said matter o' factly. "This one doesn't know when you were in the Flagon or the Cistern, if ever, but Fireheart has changed things since he's been in charge. There are stores, more Guild members and the Gold flows. Also.." He paused, not sure if he should say. Then shrugged. "Also.. Bryn, Karliah and this one.. became nightingales. Things have changed since.." He paused again, swallowing hard. "Since this one.. had to.." His fur bristled and he flattened his ears, shame in his eyes. "..Kill Mercer Frey." He finished his sentence and looked down into the fire.

[dar-shan-blog]

[fireheart-thief]

"Since I know I can trust you…" he began, "I was framed of murder in Dawnstar last night. I had to run, or die." He looked to the food excitedly. "Dying wasn’t a great option. This one can’t think of who did it, or why, but Dar’Shan knows he’ll have people after him. People like him. Skilled killers. For a nice price of 1500, for a double murder that wasn’t even his." he bared his teeth in anger.

Fireheart sat quietly in thought a moment. “This one can hire some spies, try and find out what’s going on and why you were framed, or Fireheart can go himself.” He said, patting Dar’Shan’s shoulder affectionately, reassuring him all would be okay in the end. “Ask of this one anything. Fireheart will help all he can.” He said honestly, then took another sip of the Argonian Ale. “Do you think they will be after this one as well?" He asked, unafraid of the thought.

[dar-shan-blog]

"Doubt it." he reassured. "To nearly everyone, we are unaffiliated. You are safe." He salivated, looking at the candied meats as they cooked.

"Does this one want any loaves?" he asked, getting out some bread from his pack. "They’re still good."

He tooke three, breaking one in half, and passes Fireheart his portion.

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart nodded a thank-you and plated the foods, handing Dar’Shan his plate. He tore into his meats and bread like he hadn’t eaten in days. “Tell this one about your family” He asked, excitedly. “You have cubs? Your wife, is she Khajiit?” He asked, his mouth full of fish.

[dar-shan-blog]

"Yes, she is Khajiit." he confirmed. "Dar’Shan loves her so. Her name is Kisisa. And the cubs, there are four. Two are ours, two are adopted. We love them all very much." He seemed to trail off into thought. "We make sure they are fed well." He took a generous bite of salmon and his eyes widened. "This is great food, thank you."

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart smiled at his compliment. “This one learned from the Dunmer. The cooking, and pretty much everything else.” He went to his horse again, and dug into the pack. He took out two sweet-rolls and a Journal looking notebook. “This is all Fireheart has of his real father. It’s a Journal, filled with strange language and markings. This one thinks he was mad.” He said this, as he put a sweet-roll on Dar’Shan’s plate. “Your name, it is a typical Khajiit name, no? What does it mean? Master Neloth named this one after the Heart stones he does so enjoy. And Fire for this one’s coat color.” He took a sip of the Ale, feeling slightly drunk, but not too much to dull his senses. “This one..has a certain someone in Khajiit’s life as well. Not a wife.. but.. well.. he doesn’t know this one likes him in that way.” He said, his blue eyes filling with great sadness. “He lives in Riften. Marcurio, if you know him.”

[dar-shan-blog]

"Him? This one remembers running away from him after killing the man he was supposed protect. Glad he never caught my face, or he’d make things a lot harder for Dar’Shan." he chuckled. "But oh well. I’ve nothing against the man, it was just business."

"Dar’Shan, this one is not quite sure what it means. Possibly some allusion to alchemy, since his mother gave him the name?" he wondered. "Dar- means cleverness and skill with fingers. Fitting." he said as he glanced to the potions he carried. He took a small vial of healing potion to fix his arm, and sighed as it worked its magick. "This one will need to patch his armour at his next opportunity."

[fireheart-thief]

He sighed, the thought of his crush on Marcurio weighed on his mind once again. "Him." he said back, more to himself than anything, but audible nonetheless. “He’s..it’s just..” He became quiet and trailed off, then cleared his throat. “Ah excuse this one’s ramblings. It’s that Argonian Ale!” He exclaimed. “Armor, yes. There is a blacksmith this one hired, down in the Ragged Flagon, if you’re willing to venture down there.” He said with a grin. 

[dar-shan-blog]

"Ah, this one will then. If he’s good enough for your Guild, he must be at the very least decent. Who else is down there. It would be, ah, /valuable/ to know." he asked. He wanted to know who would see him, just to be sure he’d be safe down there. If Delvin saw him, he could be through.

After all, the Guild cares for two things the most. Money, and their own. And since Dar’Shan had left the Brotherhood, he had to look over his shoulder for any assassins. The Thieves’ Guild had ties, especially Delvin, and if he got seen, he just might sell that information. Dar’Shan couldn’t help being paranoid. He’d had an arm reach around his neck before. His heart skipped a beat, and he knew what it felt like to be a victim. He barely survived, once his new friend Aislinn killed the one putting a dagger to the cat’s throat.

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart thought for a moment. “Lets see, Brynjolf is this one’s second, so he will be there, but he stays in the Cistern. In the Flagon, Vex, Tanilia, Durge and Delvin.” He purred their names like they were his kin. “You mentioned to this one, you had.. issues with some of them, if that is the case, fireheart can sneak you down. You can be this one’s..” He thought for a moment. “Cousin. From Cyrodiil.” He smirked at the thought.

[dar-shan-blog]

Delvin… Brynyolf… Dirge… The names rung like a bell tolls for a deceased one in his head. They knew who he was. Delvin especially… he missed part of what his khajiit friend had said.

"Uh, cousin?" he raised his brow. "This one doubts that will work too well. There is an age gap. Although, we are Khajiit, so they might not notice. Unless there is another down there. As for speech, I know Cyrodiilic tongue well, and I can speak it." but he stopped again. "As long as Delvin never sees me, and Bryn doesn’t recognise me."

[fireheart-thief]

Fireheart nodded. A challenge. His fur bristled with excitement. "We can make this work.." He said, eyes narrowed. "You can wear one of this one's Guild armor. There are no other Khajiit down in the Rat way, Cistern or the Flagon. Just wear the hood, and we will slip right by Delvin." He paused and flicked his tail. "Bryn is like a father to this one, if he did find out, you have this one's word. You're safe. We may be Thieves, but they will follow Fireheart's word." He said solemnly. His ears pricked. "Can this one ask.. why some of the Guild and yourself have..issues?" He asked cautiously, ears forward, ready to listen. 

[skyrimconfessionss]

"Brynjolf is one more reason I adore Robin Atkin Downes"

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[fireheart-thief]

This one's brother in crime.