Oblivion Thieves Guild Walkthrough: May the Best Thief Win (Story Recap)

THE GRAY GHOST – CHAPTER ONE: THE PRICE OF SHADOWS

They say crime doesn’t pay. They’ve clearly never fenced silverware at 3 a.m.

Arrival in the Imperial City

The air reeked of wet stone and politics — the kind of place where everyone’s either broke or pretending not to be.

I drifted into the Imperial City like a whisper through a keyhole. Pockets light, morals lighter.

First thing I see? A wanted poster. “The Gray Fox.” Master thief, criminal mastermind, and fashion icon of every wanted list in Cyrodiil.

A mask, a myth, and apparently my new career goal.

Following the Fox

I started asking around. Guards snarled. Citizens looked nervous.

But the beggars? Ah, they knew things.

A few coins here, a wink there, and one of them muttered:

“Garden of Dareloth. Waterfront District. Midnight.”I thanked him with five gold and a promise I wouldn’t rob him later. (I Lied.)

Midnight at the Garden

The Waterfront slept like a drunk with one eye open. At the Garden of Dareloth, three shadows waited: Armand Christophe, the recruiter. Amusei, the confused lizard. And Methredhel, who already looked like she was planning to steal my shoes.

Armand spoke like a man auditioning for “Mysterious Mentor of the Year.”

“We have a contest. First to steal Amantius Allectus’ diary wins entry to the Guild.”Fine. I love competitions. Especially when no one survives to gloat."

The Race for the Diary

I slipped through the alleys, bribed Puny Ancus for five gold — the man smelled like he hadn’t earned that much in his life — and found Amantius’ house.

Unfortunately, Methredhel found it too. We both broke in like synchronized criminals. She found the diary first and bolted. I, being a professional, looted everything that wasn’t nailed down — and a few things that were.

Back at my shack, I considered stealing the diary from her. But then I thought, “No. Let her have it. Mystery is sexier than victory.”So I broke into her house, stole everything except the diary, and left a note that said, “Nice try.”

She won the challenge. I winked at her. Armand pretended not to notice. He knew talent when he saw it — and arrogance to match.

Second Chances and Antique Swords

Next night, Armand offered me redemption:

“Steal Rohssan’s Antique Cutlass.”Simple. Elegant. Illegal. My kind of job.

I crept into the store past midnight. The dog snored — I pacified it with a gentle spell and an even gentler lie. Rohssan slept upstairs, dreaming of honest work. I stole the sword, a few trinkets, and probably her sense of security.

A New Member of the Family

Armand smiled when I delivered the goods.

“Welcome to the Thieves Guild.”

And just like that, I wasn’t a drifter anymore.I was part of something bigger — a network of liars, pickpockets, and degenerates who understood one thing better than anyone else in Cyrodiil:

Stealing isn’t about the gold. It’s about the thrill of getting away with it.

Read on in our next chapter 👉 Untaxing the Poor