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Considered one of my favourite journeys ever undertaken in a recreation was once I climbed the ranks of the Thieves Guild in The Elder Scrolls 4: Oblivion. It was a sluggish however regular transformation from crude pickpocket to grasp thief by a collection of more and more prolonged, extra elaborate missions.
I beloved being a thief in Oblivion. It let me do my two favourite issues: Keep away from a variety of fight and spy on NPCs. The ultimate mission culminated within the final take a look at: Sneaking into the Imperial Palace to steal an precise Elder Scroll. It was a thrill.
However my most interesting achievement in thievery would not come till a lot later, and it concerned a very totally different type of scroll.
Naturally turning into a grasp thief primed me for the Murderer’s Guild quests, and when the Mehrune’s Razor add-on got here alongside it despatched me looking for one of many Darkish Brotherhood’s fabled artifacts in an enormous underground metropolis.
By that point I used to be already an professional at hiding, sneaking, and killing, so I labored my means by the ruins fully unseen. Ultimately I got here throughout a prisoner, a Morag Tong murderer standing in a jail cell. A notice close by from the jailor stated they’d searched the prisoner however by no means discovered a writ of assassination, so that they did not know who he was there to kill.
Curious, I slipped over to the bars of the cell and pickpocketed the murderer myself, then skulked away. What I took from the prisoner was labeled a ‘dirty writ of assassination,’ itemizing his orders and goal, nevertheless it took me a short while to appreciate why it was dirty and what I had really simply achieved. The guards had already searched him and located nothing.
Which meant the notice I might discovered was hidden… nicely, it was hidden up his ass.
It is one factor to totally search somebody and ultimately discover a notice they’ve stuffed up their butt. It is fairly one other to seek out and take away the notice whereas reaching by the bars of a jail cell with one hand. And it isn’t like he was standing there bare, inviting me to analyze his butt—he was totally wearing a set of Morag Tong leather-based armor.
I considered what precisely had occurred whereas I used to be within the pickpocket menu. I might managed to slip my hand below his clothes and root round. In his butt. Whereas he was nonetheless dressed. After which I might slid the notice out (of his arse) and left, whereas remaining fully undetected your complete time.
In my profession as a thief I’ve stolen weapons, armor, magic objects, sufficient gold and jewels to fill a wheelbarrow, and a rattling Elder Scroll. However this one smelly notice is my most prized possession. How far more spectacular may a theft be? Reaching by the bars of a jail cell, below the garments of a educated murderer, and pulling a notice from his precise ass—with out him even realizing I used to be ever there.
No heist has ever topped that. And no heist ever will.