Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150301192956/@comment-5543592-20150305232200

Perdix dry-heaved, and then vomited again into the water-basin.

"You okay boss?" Asked Rune.

"Do I look fucking okay?" Perdix glared at Rune.

"Actually, you look awful."

Perdix rubbed his eyes. He was almost shaking. He'd broken into the Imperial Palace and stolen royal gems, but for some reason the prospect of possibly fighting Dragon Worshippers terrified him. "I can't believe this." Muttered Perdix.

"Well, actually, it sort of makes sense.  We can actually spare you."

"I know.  But still, I don't want to go fight gods damned Cultists."

"You're not fighting them.  You're offering your services to their enemies.  Work has become impossible with the Priest incharge.  We haven't been able to leave the Cistern in weeks.  It's not exactly safe to be a criminal in Skyrim these days."

Perdix shifted sideways to a different sink and washed his face.

"So, give me the once over again, where am I headed?"

"Clan Ghost-Wolf territory.  You're there to offer up your services as a master thief."

Perdix pulled away from the sink and stood up straight. He adjusted his knife-belt stretched his toned torso.

"Alright, bring me my Guildmaster armor." Perdix, at the moment, looked kind of silly. He was only wearing undergarments and the Cowl.

Rune whistled and Thrynn walked in with the leather coat, leather pants, leather boots, and leather bracers.

"Here you go, Guildmaster." Now, Perdix knew the title was only honorary. The instant his guild had been destroyed he lost all power. But he swore to himself that the instant he got back from this ridiculous job he'd make Brynjolf, Delvin, and Vex pay. Even if he had to kill them himself, and Perdix was not a violent man. It went against the code. Perdix's only assest were his skills, wit, and wealth, which was all resting safely in a the Silver-Blood vault. He'd had it transferred to Markarth recently- that treasury had never been broken into, while he himself had gotten into the Imperial treasury department every other day.

Perdix pulled on the pants, then boots, and then strapped on the armor and bracers. He let the hood hang down for now. He'd take the cowl off once he got out of the city.

"I'm off now, gentlemen."

"Good-bye, Gray Fox."

Perdix exited his room, and waved as he walked towards the exit of the the Cistern, into the Flagon. Eyes followed himself as he quietly stalked towards the subterranian bar's exit. Whether it was out of respect or as a condolence was best left undecided.

"Wait!" Rune called. The nameless thief sprinted after Perdix. The Imperial turned to face Rune.

"What's your name?"

Perdix smile wide. "You already know it."

"Your real name."

Perdix chuckled. "Now that's the question." Rune was about to open his mouth, but Perdix simply vanished. He heard the door in the Rataway open and close, but after that, there was only silence.

Perdix took secret tunnels and back ways, until he was far from the city. He pulled the cowl from his head.

Now, Perdix had always gotten compliments. He had been called a beautiful boy. A handsome young man. A fine gentleman. For some people that would go their head. It made Perdix self-conscious. He couldn't do anything about his perfect bone structure, his drawing eyes, or flawlessly shaped nose. (If anyone gets the Zoolander reference I applaud.)  It played a small role in why he wanted to be a thief- to avoid a life in which looks were important. As a thief it was perfectly respectable to always hide his features. It's always why he loved the cowl. Not only did people only think of him as the Gray Fox, no one knew that the Gray Fox and Perdix were one of the same. The connection could only be drawn if Perdix himself made the revelation. The Count of Anvil had made that discovery over two hundred years ago.

He tucked the cowl into his jacket and pulled his hood up. He kept his head down and started walking. Ghost-Wolf territory was a long walk away.