This isn't exactly a story and yet it is a story. I have been reading about thieves and stealth and other things connected with thieves on The Skyrim Blog and it has brought the original Nakia Nightshdow back to me very vividly

I can see her in my minds eye as clear as she was on screen was on screen over eight years ago. This tiny little Halfling rogue. Leather armour and a shortsword, rushing at a hoard of gigantic serpentic type things. Each one would have ten or more of her. She is screaming in a rather childish voice "Here they come! More loot for all@" her favorite battle cry. I am staring at the screen in total shock. The large barbarian and the very strong dwarf who is supposed to be the leader of the party are standing back timidly with the dark elf cleric and gnome mage. It is a moment I will never forget. This little rogue was a back up character supposed to stay back, hide in shadows and maybe doing a bit of sniper shotting with her small cross bow. The game had a script for it and I had turned it on. No way this creature from fantasy land took on a life of her own and took over the game. I kid you not. She snuck around into the most dangerous spots, she enticed enemies back to be slaughter by her comrades, she laid traps, detrapped traps.

She kneecapped her enemies and even maybe hit them where it would really hurt. She has now lived with me for eight wonderful years. Grown and developed, matured and lead her own party through the wilderness. She is chaotic good and only steals from the rich and those who have usually gotten their wealth by nefarious means. She especially hates slavers with a passion. She has a special helmet, a footman's helmet but it has a brim on it. Resembles a baseball cap. She can wear it to shade her large black eyes or she can turn it so it covers her and does not hinder her sight.

She is now retired and is raising her own troop of rogues but she visits frequently and laughs me into a good mood when things get really rough. Sometimes we talk but often we just sit and enjoy silent companionship.

She stole my heart that day.

That's a moving story.

I've always preferred Rogues (or Thieves as they used to be called) to other classes.

Great minds think alike.

Aye, Cara. I like the term rogue, not an evil person but someone who thinks outside the box as is often said. Someone who sees thinks a bit differently from many.