Ok. This is my first fanfic. I'm a tad nervous about it, but I'd like to see what everyone thinks.
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I sat quietly on a bench beside the pawnshop on the docks of Anvil, staring out over the dark Abecean Sea. Through the clouds in the sky, I could see that the sun was setting. A chilly wind blew my black robes and hood as though they were weightless, but the persistent breeze was unsuccessful in penetrating the black light armor I wore underneath my robes. I listened to the fragmented conversations of the dock workers, and watched as people hastily walked by, fearing that it would soon begin to storm.

Before I knew it, the sun had set completely. The Nord who owned the shop I was sitting in front of walked outside. He locked up his shop and began to make his way down the stone street toward the resident area of Anvil. He hadn’t even noticed that I’d been sitting just feet away from him. I heard the Nord loudly greet someone before he walked completely out of earshot. Soon after, an Orc walked by. I studied the Orc carefully as he passed. He walked with a slight limp and had a large scar on his left arm, and just as I expected, he opened the door to the dockside warehouse and went inside.

It was completely dark now. Neither sun nor moon shone through the twisting clouds in the sky. The wind picked up, carrying moisture in it.

I stood and made my way to the back door of the warehouse. I picked the lock and the door swung open. Quickly I slipped into the thick darkness inside. The warehouse was fairly big but, a few candles on a large table in the middle of the room revealed the Orc’s position. He was busily unpacking things from crates and setting them on shelves. He was completely unaware of my presence, and I preferred it that way. I slipped through the shadows toward him. In the darkness I felt strong, invincible, and incapable of fear. I observed his movements, the way his body flowed with each contraction and relaxation of each muscle. I watched every joint in his body, paying close attention to his spinal cord. The Orc was old, and moved as though he’d been doing hard labor his entire life. Almost every movement looked as though it pained him.

As soon as I was sure of his reactions, I silently unsheathed my ebony blade, a gift from a dear friend, and I closed in on the Orc. He was still unaware of my being there, even though I was soon right behind him, almost breathing down his neck. In one quick motion, I lunged out of the shadows, grabbed the Orc with my right arm, wrapping it around the front of his neck and shoulders, then I brought my left hand up and stabbed him right in the jugular vein. The poor old Orc didn’t even have a chance to yell. I let go of the body letting it fall limply onto the wooden floor of the warehouse. I waited for his gurgled breathing to stop, then I snuffed the candles out and exited the warehouse the same way I’d come in.

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I walked through Anvil, enjoying the young night and the cool breeze, wondering if it was going to rain. I reached the city gates, and exited. A guard wished me safe travels as I walked to the local stable. I nodded in response to his kind gesture, and I opened the stable gate. My black horse, Shadowmere, which was also a gift from a dear friend, was waiting patiently for me. When she saw me, she walked to me and affectionately nuzzled my hand. I patted her on the head and climbed onto her back. I had a long journey ahead of me.

Shadowmere made traveling fast, and I arrived in Cheydinhal just as the sun was rising. I stabled my horse and walked into town. I smiled, as it was raining in Cheydinhal. I took off my hood and let the rain drench my face, and my long brown hair.

I approached the east wall of the city and climbed down the well in the back yard of the old, abandoned house. As I set foot on the stone floor, I felt as though I was home. It didn’t take me long at all to find Arquen. She was an Altmer, and she towered over my Breton stature.

“Ah. Listener, you’ve returned.” She said, smiling. “I’ve heard of your success.” She placed 300 coins in my hand.
“Listener, you know that as a member of the Black Hand, you don’t have to kill anymore if you don’t want to.”
I pocketed the coins and looked at her. “Killing is invigorating. I enjoy serving our Dread Father.”
She nodded. “As you wish, sister. There will always be contracts open for you. The sanctuary is quickly filling up once again. We have new recruits. It will be up to you to watch their progress. We could use some more Speakers.”
I nodded. “Don’t be too hasty to fill the slots, Arquen. We need loyalty and experience in a Speaker.” I said before I walked off to the living quarters to have a bite to eat.

I was disappointed to find that the sanctuary had very little food. All we had left was carrots and lettuce. But we still had quite a bit to drink. I munched on a carrot and drank some mead as I smiled at the thought of sending one of the murderers out to shop for food.

A muscular Imperial man approached me, along with a short, bright-eyed Imperial woman, both wearing Dark Brotherhood armor. They sat down across from me.
“Excuse us, Listener. We’re sorry to interrupt you, but we were just curious about something.” The woman said.
I noticed that all the other murderers in the living quarters were staring at us.
I smiled. “No need to apologize. Are they curious about the same thing?” I asked, jerking a thumb back at all the others.
The man smiled. “Nothing escapes your observation, most revered Listener. Yes. They are curious about the same thing.”
I laughed. “Well, have them come over here and sit with us.”
I liked the newer murderers in the sanctuary, but I didn’t like how they treated me as though I was superior to them. With a wave of the Imperial man’s hand, the other murderers of the sanctuary came and took a seat at our table.
“Now, tell me what is on your mind.” I said.
The Imperial woman cleared her throat. After hesitating for a moment, she asked, “Was Lucien Lachance really a traitor?”
Her question surprised me.
“Who told you that he was?” I asked.
They all looked nervously at each other.
Finally, an Argonian spoke up.
“Arquen told us.”
The others nodded in agreement. That statement confused me, but I saw truth in their eyes and believed them. I wondered why Arquen would say something like that… Especially now.
“No.” I answered. “Lucien Lachance was a good man, a loyal son of the Night Mother and servant of Sithis. Why Arquen would tell you that he was a traitor is beyond me. Especially since Lucien is now with our Night Mother and Dread Father.”

The murderers looked a little confused. I could tell that they were trying to decide who to believe. I too was confused. Arquen and I had promised that we would not speak of what had happened to the Brotherhood. This agreement especially emphasized that the new recruits were to know nothing about it.

I spent the rest of the night thinking about what to do. I wanted to confront Arquen about breaking our agreement. I wanted to tell the new recruits about what had happened to Lucien. But, in my line of work, I had learned that silence always paid off. I fell asleep soon after resolving to keep my mouth shut for the time being.

Wow, first to comment on this great [I]great[/I} story!

Amazingly talented writing, vyer descriptive without baffling the reader and an interesting first two posts, yet the story has still to unfold itself.

I'm guessing your female in real life - only they could called Shadowmere 'she'!

Yes...a truly good story is developing here.....great work Kayla!


Just consider the paragraphing a bit more.....it will make it more readerfriendly!

Have a

Thankee thankee!

More paragraphing.

Another update!
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I woke up and looked around. I was in a graveyard.
“What the hell am I doing here?” I asked out loud. There was no one else around. Suddenly, I felt an extreme chill. I heard footsteps in the grass behind me. I turned around to see Lucien standing there.
“L-Lucien…”
“Listen to me.” He said. “It’s not over, Sarelle. Believe that.”
I was so cold, I felt as though I were freezing to death. “Lucien, what are you talking about?” I asked.
“Heed my words.” He said, with a sad look in his eyes. Then, he turned and began to walk away, disappearing into the fog before I could call out to him.

I sat up quickly, looking around. I was in bed in the sanctuary. All the other murderers were asleep in beds near me. Cold sweat dripped down my face. I realized slowly that it was a dream. I got out of bed, and found my feet. I was a little dizzy, and I drank a small swig of mead to calm myself. I sat down and steadied my breathing. After a few minute’s reflection over my dream, I stood.

I walked out into the main hall of the sanctuary and then down the hall to my right, toward Arquen’s quarters. I pushed open the heavy doors to see her lying in bed asleep. I entered silently, closing the doors behind me. Then, I cast a night-eye spell. Mutely, I wandered the room, searching drawers and cupboards. I couldn’t find anything.

Then, it hit me. What was I doing here? What was I looking for? “Anything…” I told myself. “Anything to make things make more sense.” At that moment, I spotted a book. Curiously, I picked it up. The name of the book was “Darkest Darkness” and it was a fairly common book. When I set it back down, a small slip of paper fell out of it. I caught it before it floated to the floor, and raised it to look at it. The piece of paper had a strange symbol drawn awkwardly on it. I could have sworn I’d seen it somewhere before. Under the symbol, it said in plain handwriting, “Arquen, High Elf, Cheydinhal”. I studied the paper for a bit longer, trying to make sense of it. “Sarelle, you’ve been through a lot lately. That dream probably meant nothing. You’re getting paranoid over nothing. If you give in to such thoughts, you’ll slowly go insane.” I reasoned with myself. I replaced the piece of paper and the book and walked back to the living quarters.

I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sleep any more, but that didn’t bother me. I had a few things to think over, and soon, I would set out to speak with the Night Mother.

When I entered the living quarters, I was startled to see one of the murderers awake and pacing around the room. He was a Wood Elf, and his ears perked up when I entered.

“Oh, Listener… Excuse me. My restless manner must be making you nervous.” He lowered his head and stood still.
“No, your manner is fine. Tell me what is on your mind.” I replied.
“Listener, it is nothing.” “You’d be sleeping soundly now if it was truly nothing.” I said, smiling.
“Well...” The Bosmer paused. He looked up at me; his bright blue eyes were glazed. “I feel guilty sometimes… Guilty for killing people. I know I shouldn’t. I’m in the Dark Brotherhood and everything…”
“Ah.” I gave an understanding nod. “It’s alright to feel that way. Even the most cold hearted of murderers feel guilty sometimes. However, if you see your line of work as wrong, then maybe the Dark Brotherhood just isn’t for you. There’s no shame in seeing murder as wrong. However, most of us here at the sanctuary don’t see it that way.”
The Bosmer nodded. “Does the guilt go away?”
“First you have to know whether or not your believe killing to be wrong.” I answered. “Develop your own ideas, and everything should become easier for you.”
“Thank you, Listener.” The Bosmer said. “I feel a little better now.”
“You’re welcome. Also, you and the rest of the murderers may call me Sarelle.” I answered.
The Bosmer smiled. “Why aren’t you sleeping soundly tonight, Listener-I mean Sarelle?” he asked.
I sighed. “I wish I could easily tell you.” I said.
The Bosmer looked confused but he didn’t push it any further. “Goodnight.” I said to him.
“Goodnight, Sarelle.” He said, walking back to his bed.

EDIT: I tried a different kinda paragraph style with conversations. I think it makes the story a little more user friendly. Like to know what you guys think though.

I decided that I would get an early start to conversing with the Night Mother. As I left the sanctuary, I could tell that it was very early in the morning. It wasn’t early enough for the sun to rise yet, but it would soon. The air was misty and cool, yet heavy with moisture and the stars shone faintly in the light blue sky. The guards were walking relentlessly on their rounds. Most of them looked tired. It was almost time for their shift to end though. I walked to the stable and climbed onto my horse’s back. I directed her toward the city of Bravil and off we went.

As I rode through the early morning, I thought of all the things that had happened recently; the things Arquen and I were not to speak of. Perhaps the Night Mother could make sense of my dream and give me some advice. I watched as the sun rose, cutting through the mist and warming my body. I remembered how cold I had felt in my dream and I was now thankful for the sun.

I arrived in Bravil close to mid-morning. I stabled Shadowmere and walked in through the gates. People in the city were wide awake, taking morning strolls in the golden sunlight, going to taverns for breakfast, and trying to pick up food for the day. The local and famous Argonian, City-Swimmer was busy swimming through Bravil’s large canals.

I walked to the statue near the city’s temple and knelt down at the feet of the lucky old lady.

“Greetings, dearest Night Mother.” I said.
“Ah! Greetings, Listener!” the Night Mother exclaimed. Her voice was soothing to me, as she always sounded wise and full of answers. She quickly got down to business.
“An Imperial by the name of Lunia Valerius has prayed to me. Send Arquen to seek her out. She resides in Leyawiin.”
I remained kneeling. “As you wish, Night Mother.” I replied.
“My Listener has something on her mind, does she not?” The Night Mother inquired.
I looked up at the statue’s face.
“You know that you may speak to me about it.” she coaxed.
I sighed. “Arquen and I agreed not to speak of the turmoil that recently befell the Brotherhood. I have found out that she told the murderers that Lucien was a traitor. And last night, I had this dream… nightmare, rather...”
“Arquen has been a loyal servant of Sithis for a long time. She must have had a good reason for saying what she said. I know that Lucien and Arquen never really got along well. Do not worry about it. However, I would like you to tell me more about this dream.” The Night Mother had a different tone in her voice. This concerned me. “Lucien came to me… he told me that it wasn’t over… whatever that means.”
There was a short hesitation. “Dreams should always be taken seriously, my child. That is how many of us from the other side communicate with you mortals. However, I believe that you just miss Lucien. He was a good friend of yours, correct?” she asked.
“Yes. A dear friend.” I answered.
“The dream is your way of dealing with his absence, Listener. You’ve been through quite a lot lately. Take some time to rest. I shall see you again soon.”
“Thank you, Night Mother.” I said, standing up.
“You’re welcome, my child.”

Even though I walked away, my mind was not at ease.

I decided to invest some of the money I’d gotten from my last payment into a good breakfast. I ducked into a local tavern and ate a healthy serving of bread and crab meat before heading back to Cheydinhal. On the way back, I encountered an axe-wielding Kajhiit highwayman who demanded 100 coins from me. He didn’t speak very well after I embedded his axe into his skull.

When I arrived at the sanctuary, I approached Arquen and told her of the Imperial female she was supposed to find in Leyawiin. She seemed eager to go, saying that she had to make a quick stop in Bruma at some time during the trip. I agreed to watch the sanctuary while she was out.

After she left, I went into the training room to train my destruction skill. As a Breton, I was well adapted to magic. I had always enjoyed the schools of magic and had been in the Mage’s Guild since I was very young. I had a natural ability for Conjuration. Destruction was my next favorite. The other schools I was fairly good with, though I always tended to struggle in Restoration. Originally, I was from the city of Vivec in Morrowind. I’d come here to study at the Arcane University, which I had easily become a member of.

I’d found the Dark Brotherhood soon after killing an Imperial in the Fighter’s Guild at Bruma in an irrational rage. The drunk had tried to rape me. After the guards would do nothing about it, I snuck into his room and slit his throat in his sleep. Lucien Lachance came to me soon afterward, extending an invitation into the Dark Brotherhood. I accepted.

Since then, killing had been a good hobby of mine. Perhaps I was insane, but murder made me feel alive. And I was good at it.

After a few more hours of training, I went out with the other murderers to get some food. Since there was no food in the sanctuary, we decided that a tavern would suffice. After eating we returned to the sanctuary where I talked to the murderers while mixing potions. Alchemy was another passion of mine. Plus, it helped to bring in some money when I wasn’t performing contracts for the Dark Brotherhood.

I discussed with the murderes my favorite methods of killing, what blades I preferred, what arrows I used when killing with a bow. They were all good conversationalists. There was one that I especially enjoyed: the Imperial male who’d come to ask me about Lucien. His name was Saprius, and I decided I would talk to Arquen about advancing him when she returned from Leyawiin.

I decided to turn in early that night, as I was tired, and my mind was restless. I slept very well, until I awoke to someone shaking me.

Very good again! That million miles thing seemed to not really fit with the story, and imn the first paragraph of your first update after minque there seemed to be a few too many short sentences

But a really great story, what is that drea all about??

It´s good! And I on my behalf like the short sentences..it´s far more easy to read!

Thanks for the comments so far, guys!
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“Sarelle!” I opened my eyes to a shadowy figure standing over my bed.
I pushed the blankets off me and sat up. It was then that I realized how cold it was in the dark room. I tried in vain to distinguish the features of the shadow’s face as it spoke in a familiar voice.
“Sarelle, you are in danger.”
“Lucien! Lucien, is that you?” I whispered, reaching out to touch the shadowy figure. It caught my hand and held it close.
“Yes. It’s me.” His hand was very, very cold.
“How am I in danger? What’s going on?” I asked.
“Do not ask me that, Sarelle. I cannot tell you how to rewrite your fate. Neither can the Night Mother. Remember that.”
That more than startled me. It made my blood run cold and my heart skip a beat. How did he know that I’d asked the Night Mother for advice?
“Then why the hell are you here?” I asked him. I was very confused, and tired of him trying to feed my paranoia.
“To tell you to be careful, that not all around you serve Sithis as well as you think they do. I also wanted you to know that I’m watching over you.” He let go of my hand and receded into the impenetrable shadows, where he disappeared without a trace.


For some reason, I felt peaceful enough to go back to sleep. Or maybe I just wanted so badly to relax, that I didn’t care at that time what kind of danger I was in. I have to admit that I tried hard not to believe what Lucien was telling me. That was a mistake that almost cost me my life.

Again, I awoke to someone shaking me. It was Arquen. She was breathing heavily. “Listener, we have a big problem.” I got out of bed. “Please, follow me to my quarters. I’ll explain in private.”

Sleepily, I followed her. The murderers in the sanctuary were all up and busily talking to each other about their contracts. I heard that Arquen had given the latest contract to Saprius. Maybe she had seen something in him as well. If he survived the contract, I decided that I would promote him.

When we reached Arquen’s quarters, she closed the door behind us.
“I’m going to be very straightforward with you, as we don’t have much time…” she said, trying to catch her breath.
“The sanctuary in Mournhold has been attacked. By whom, or what, we don’t know. I received this message today.”
She handed me a piece of paper. The sanctuary in Mournhold was quite the large sanctuary. We could not afford to lose it, as it was the only sanctuary we had in Morrowind.
I read the paper. “Sanctuary in Mournhold attacked. Speaker killed. Need help fast.” I pocketed the paper.
“I’ll go there myself.” I said quietly.
“Take one of the murderers.” Arquen urged.
“No. I’ll be fine. Maybe the attackers can be reasoned with. This will be just the vacation I’ve needed.” I replied. I really wanted to be alone with my thoughts. Plus, I hadn’t been to Mournhold in a long time. I wanted to see what had changed. Arquen nodded.
“If you find yourself in over your head, come back here. We will assist you.”
“Thanks.” I replied, opening her door and walking back out into the sanctuary.

I walked quickly back to the living quarters and prepared my weapons and armor for battle. I took off my Dark Brotherhood armor and checked it for any damage, repairing what little I could find. Then, I put it back on, and threw my Black Hand robe and hood on over it. I threw my quiver and bow on over my shoulder, and sheathed my dagger and elven short sword to my side. Arquen caught me before I left. She handed me a map of the Mournhold sewers that directed me to the Dark Brotherhood sanctuary there.

Immediately, I set off for Morrowind. The border wasn’t extremely far from Cheydinhal, but Mournhold would be quite the journey, though I knew that Shadowmere would make it fast. I watched as the day turned to night, and the deer and wolves turned to scribs and nix hounds. I had always believed that the sunset was extra breathtakingly beautiful in Morrowind.

I was proud of myself when I arrived at the city’s gates a little after nightfall. It didn’t take as long as I had expected. I stabled Shadowmere and walked the last few feet to the city.

I entered the gates and was amazed at the sight of the grand city. The great Chapel of Amalexia loomed magnificently over the city and its residents. The amazing red brick, used to build every wall in the city was still as stunning and eye catching as ever.

Although I hadn’t visited Mournhold in a long time, I still remembered my way around. I walked into the Plaza Brindisi Dorom, decorated with the large statues of Amalexia and Mehrunes Dagon doing battle, and took the door leading into the Godsreach district. From there, I walked toward the western wall, and found the grating leading to the sewers, otherwise known as Old Mournhold.

I had never been in the sewers before and the smell was certainly… interesting to say the least. The map was very specific and I followed it, sneaking around the goblins and other strange creatures that were completely foreign to me. After about an hour, I reached a door labeled, “Manor District”. Apparently, the Dark Brotherhood’s sanctuary was made up of the entire district. I stood outside the door, thinking about what sort of approach I needed to take. Since I was unaware of how hostile the environment would be, I decided that stealth would be the best choice. I opened the door and walked inside.

The vast manor district was made up of nothing but crumbled houses now. But, even though the houses were ruined, they were still beautiful. The intricate artwork on the bricks, and the remaining shapes of the houses intrigued me.

Arquen had written on the map that the central, most intact building, which was once an apartment like structure, was the main base of operations in the sanctuary. Pressing my back against the rough stone walls, and sticking to the shadows, I snuck through the large manor district, slowly making my way toward the central structure. On my way, I spotted quite a few Dunmer. They seemed to be patrolling the place, and were not wearing Dark Brotherhood armor. Still, I could not tell whether they were friend or foe, and I decided to leave them alone.

I reached the target building and noiselessly snuck inside. The place seemed to be completely devoid of life. The beds were empty, weapons lay on the floor, opened, full bottles of beer and ale sat on the tables. It was rather strange.

My boots made no sound whatsoever as I walked over the cracked stone floor, and into the main room. A large desk sat in the middle of the room. Chairs were overturned, and paper lay scattered all over the place. This was the only room that signaled a struggle of some sort. One piece of paper was lying on the desk. It looked oddly out of place in a room full of such obvious chaos. I walked over and picked it up.

“Your target should arrive soon. With, or without the assistance of a murderer, I do not know. I am sure that you will be able to handle things, should she have some help. I have directed her to the main building. Do whatever you wish to the other murderers in the sanctuary.”

-Arquen

My hands began to shake as I felt anger pulsing throughout my body. My vision turned red, and all I could see was Arquen’s signature on the paper. She had set me up for betrayal. Why would she do something like this? What could she possibly gain from it? I had come to trust her… she was the only adviser I had after Mathieu had betrayed us all. The Night Mother told me that she was loyal… Arquen had set up the attack of this sanctuary. She cared nothing for the Brotherhood. What had the attackers done to my brothers and sisters? Who were the attackers?

At that moment, I heard footsteps behind me. I set the paper down, brandished my sword, and turned around to face whoever was there.

A Dark Elf male, dressed in a long red robe stood about six feet away from me, seemingly looking through me with his fiery eyes. He spoke in a gruff, raspy voice. “Greetings, Listener.”
About ten other Dunmer entered the room at this time.
“My name is Eno Hlaalu. I am the Grandmaster of the Morag Tong. The others that you see with me are also children of Mephala.”
Then it hit me. The symbol that I’d seen on the paper on Arquen’s room… it was the symbol of the Morag Tong! I found the contact letter, and I hadn't even recognized it.

I began to back up, and as I did, they started to close in on me.
“What have you done with the other assassins here?” I asked.
“They’re not dead… Yet.” Eno replied.
“We’d like them to know that their Listener is dead before we kill them.”
I didn’t know what to do. I was greatly outnumbered.
“Mephala shall enjoy this murder.” One of the Dunmer standing behind his Grandmaster said.

My eyes darted from one smiling face to the other. All their eyes, insane with bloodlust were fixed on me. I sighed, shifted my feet, and leapt toward one of them.

In one simultaneous motion, they all drew their swords and daggers, but the one I had singled out had barely unsheathed his blade when mine cut through his flesh and his spinal cord. His body fell onto the stone floor, with his head landing a few feet away. I picked the dagger out of his hand and threw it at another one, hitting him in the eye. He let out a shrill cry of pain, which was quickly silenced by my blade entering his throat. Two down. Nine to go.

I quickly jumped back to avoid a blade to my own throat, but, I ran right into another blade. I felt a sharp pain in my back, knowing almost instantly that I’d been stabbed. I spun around, unsheathing my ebony dagger with my left hand, and jammed it into the Dunmer’s gut. Then, I slashed him across the chest with the sword in my right hand. He fell.

I sheathed my ebony dagger just as I felt a stinging slash on my right shoulder. I lunged at the Dunmer who’d done it, grabbing his neck with my left hand, and snapped it.

Coming up from behind, another Dunmer stabbed me in the left shoulder. I threw him off me, sending him stumbling into another assassin. I realized, to my horror, that his blade was still in my shoulder. Biting my lip to keep myself from screaming, I ripped it out with my right hand, switched it to my left, and stabbed one assassin through his skull.

I kicked another square in the chest, surprising him and knocking him down, then, I put my sword through his heart. One tried to lunge at me, but, I stopped him by throwing a fireball at him. He was incinerated almost instantly.

There were three left. Eno Hlaalu looked almost amazed, but he, as well as I, knew that I was weakening. I’d accumulated a fair amount of wounds. Breathing heavily, I shifted to a defensive position, allowing them to come to me.

Eno smiled, he leapt toward me, but instead of trying to wound me with his sword, he cast a paralyze spell on me. That, I did not expect. I couldn’t move. All I could do was watch as, smiling, the remaining assassins neared me, blades in hand.

Eno was the first to strike with a direct stab to my stomach. The other two stabbed me through my ribcage. The pain was intense, sharp, and burning, but I could do nothing about it. I was going to die. I was going to fail the Dark Brotherhood. Arquen had won and I wasn't any closer to finding out why she even set me up like this. My vision began to blur and I felt extremely cold. Before I knew it, everything went black.

I edited some of my earlier posts, paragraphing more, so that it is less confusing. I also edited the "million miles" quote, and made the wording a tad more fitting. Hope you guys like the rest of the story.

When I awoke, I felt very warm. Lucien was standing over me. “Ah. You’re awake. I hope I didn’t disturb you.” He said, calmly.
I was still in pain, and I suddenly remembered what had happened.
“Lucien… am I..?” Lucien was dead. To be with him now, considering my last conscious memories…
“Yes. You’re dead now. But, you’ll live again soon.”
I was confused. “What do you mean?” I asked.
“I entered your body, stopped your heart, gave you signs of death. The Morag Tong thinks they killed you. But, technically, I did. And when I leave your body, I will give you life again. I told you I was watching over you.”
“Have I figured everything out correctly?” I asked. “Was it truly Arquen who hired the Morag Tong to kill me? Are the other assassins safe?”
He nodded. “Yes. You know the situation quite well. Arquen did this. She’s wanted you dead since you became Listener. She wants to overthrow the Night Mother and take full control of the Dark Brotherhood herself. She was loyal, but her belief in Sithis waned. For what reasons, I do not know. But, this is all part of her quest for power.”
He reached out and touched my face. “Our brothers and sisters are safe for now, though the Speaker of the sanctuary has been killed. The assassins are being held in the basement. You must awake soon and free them before the remainder of the Morag Tong can get to them.”
I nodded, understanding my objective clearly.
I looked into his pale blue eyes. “I miss you, Lucien.”
“I miss you too, Sarelle.” He replied.

I sat up. Pain screamed through my body, and I remembered my wounds. I clutched my stomach and looked around. I was back in the sanctuary in Old Mournhold. Lucien was gone. The floor was littered with corpses, and puddles of blood. Eno Hlaalu and his two remaining assassins were nowhere to be found. Painfully, I stumbled up and walked toward the back of the building.

I quickly found an opened trap door, revealing stone stairs leading down into darkness. I climbed down them carefully, holding the wound on my stomach with my left hand, and my short sword in my right. Halfway down the stairs, I could hear Eno Hlaalu’s voice echoing throughout the chamber. Silently, I climbed down until I could see him. His back was turned to me, his two surviving assassins on both sides of him, and he was talking to my brothers and sisters.

“Your Listener is dead. Your organization, quickly falling apart.” He held his bloody sword up for all to see. “Behold! The blood of your beloved Listener!”

I grabbed my bow, and quickly notched an arrow. I aimed for the back of one of his assassins’ heads and let it fly. Almost as soon as I had let go, the assassin fell. The assassin to Eno's right suffered the same fate.

Wide-eyed, Eno Hlaalu turned around. I stood, and descended the rest of the stairs. I stepped out of the shadows and my brothers and sisters let out a triumphant yell.

Eno backed up as I closed in on him.
“You- You’re dead…” he said, panic apparent in his voice.
I closed the gap and grabbed his shoulder, and then I shoved my blade into his stomach.
“As long as our Dread Father watches over me, I will not die.” I replied.
I looked up at the crowd of assassins that followed me, the murderers, my brothers and sisters. I shoved him toward them.
“Rip him to pieces.” I said.
They were happy to oblige to my orders.

When there was nothing left of Eno Hlaalu, I led my assassins back up to the sanctuary. I appointed a new Speaker for the Mournhold sanctuary, and then told them that there was still much work to be done. They told me that they would tend to my wounds and insisted that I rest before going back to Cheydinhal.

While I rested, they cleansed the sanctuary of the Morag Tong assassins that were left. Even though I didn’t sleep for very long in the Old Mournhold sanctuary, it was the best sleep I’d had in a long time.

After waking up, I said my goodbyes and made my way back up to the surface of the city. My wounds felt a little better, now that they were cleaned and bandaged. It was daylight when I emerged from the sewers. Wasting no time, I found Shadowmere at the stable outside the city and we made our way back to Cyrodiil.

I arrived in Cheydinhal at nightfall. When I entered the city walls, my hands were impatient, eager to wring the blood from Arquen’s corpse. I removed my hood, to calm myself by facing the cool, clear night. I also wanted to ensure that Arquen saw my face clearly before she died.

I reached the Eastern wall and used the secret entrance, making my way down the hidden ladder in the well. This time, when my feet hit the stone floor, I felt as though my home had an intruder in it.

I found Arquen, conversing with the murderers. She looked up and was very surprised to see me standing amongst the living.
“L-Listener! W-Welcome back! I trust your journey to Mournhold revealed some answers?” I could see the perspiration on her face, and the nervousness in her eyes.
I addressed the murderers. “Murderers, step back.”
Confused, they did as they were told.
“Yes. I found some answers, more answers than I expected.” I said, not even trying to restrain the anger in my voice.

I wasn’t expecting Arquen to lunge at me, but she did, grabbing my shoulders and sending a wave of electricity into my body. I screamed in pain, unsheathed my sword, and stabbed her through her heart. She stumbled back.
“You have betrayed me; you have betrayed the Dark Brotherhood by hiring the Morag Tong to slay me.”
Upon hearing these words, the murderers gasped, their wide-eyed faces turning to Arquen, who began to speak in her defense.
“Don’t you understand? Sithis doesn’t exist! The Night Mother can and will be destroyed! We’re weak! I can strengthen us!” she screamed.
“No. You can’t.” I said, slitting her throat.

The murderers were in shock.
“Listener… We had no idea…” Saprius said.
“I know you didn’t.” I answered, staring at Arquen’s lifeless body. “Saprius, I am promoting you to Speaker. What I know of you, I like. I trust that you will take care of this sanctuary and make wise decisions.” Plus, he knew what would happen, should he try and betray us. He’d seen it first hand.
A smile spread across his face.
“Thank you, Listener. I intend to prove to you that you will not regret your decision.”
I nodded. “Do what you will with the body. I need to rest.”

And with that, I walked to the living quarters and collapsed in my bed, and quickly went to sleep.

I was greeted by Lucien’s smiling face.
“You’ve done well.” He said. “You always had a way of making me proud.” Very rarely in his life, had I ever seen Lucien smile.
“What of the future?” I asked him.
He took my hand in his. “The future is always uncertain, but you are a great leader. Our mother, father, and I are all proud to see you in charge of the Dark Brotherhood. But, for now, you are weary. I can see it in your eyes.” He leaned in close to me, and his soft lips met mine.
“Rest, for I will be here when you awake.” He whispered.



The End

What the hell do you mean the end????????

I love the "No, you can't" thing.


Don't let it end!

Tssss Konrad! watch your language!
But I do agree......Don´t end it just like this.....we want a continuation

That was fantastic. I loved your personalities. Great work.

Thanks, guys!

I shall think of something more for a continuation then.

Phew!

Yes, please continue. You had nothing to be worried about when you posted this amazing story here, it's well composed and detailed, making for a fine read. Sorry I hadn't found time to comment before now.

Ok. I've been working on this update all day.
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Lucien stayed true to his promise. When I woke up, he was sitting at the foot of my bed.

“How long have I been asleep?” I asked.
“Quite awhile. The murderers tended to your wounds. The Argonian is a good healer.” He answered.
My body still ached as I tried to sit up.
“Don’t strain yourself.” He said, with a concerned tone in his voice.
“I’m fine.” I said with a grunt.
Ignoring the dull ache from the wound in my stomach, I sat completely up.
“Can the other murderers see you?” I asked. “This is the first time you’ve visited me outside of a dream.” I said.
“No, they can’t see me.” he answered.
“Why not?” I asked.
He laughed. “Because, I don’t want them to see me.” I guessed that was a good enough answer.
I thought for a moment.
“Do you think it would be wise to tell the new murderers about what happened to the Brotherhood? You know… why you’re dead?” I asked.
Lucien answered my question with another question. “Do you think it wise?”
“I see no harm in it.” I answered.
“Then neither do I.” he said.
“Then I intend to speak to them.” I said, struggling to stand.
Lucien sighed. “And I must return for the time being.”
“Return where? If you don’t mind me asking…” I asked curiously.
“To the side of our father.” He answered, lowering his head.
I grabbed his shoulder to keep him from leaving. He was cold as ice.
“Lucien, why do you help me?”
He pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me.
“Because your embrace is more comforting than even the Night Mother’s.” he answered.

Before I could even wrap my arms around him, he was gone.

I walked out into the main hall of the sanctuary. Immediately, I found Saprius. He was working on repairing a large, rather damaged silver claymore.

“Saprius, do you think you could gather all the murderers and have them come in here?” I asked.
He looked up at me.
“Of course, Sarelle. Just give me a few moments.”
He set down his armorer’s hammer and walked into the training room returning with the rest of the occupants of the sanctuary.

“I’d like to talk to all of you.” I said.

They situated themselves around me. I looked upon all their bright eyed faces, listening intently, and completely oblivious to the horrors I was going to tell them about.

I cleared my throat. “Arquen and I agreed that we would not talk to you about this. But, she’s gone now, and I never really saw any harm in telling you in the first place…”

Sitting in front of me, were two Imperials, an Argonian, and a Bosmer. Now that I had mentioned the past confidentiality of the subject, they were deeply enticed.

I continued. “When I joined the Dark Brotherhood, this was the busiest sanctuary in all of Tamriel. Soon after I was promoted to Lucien Lachance’s personal Silencer, he told me that there was a traitor that had been traced to this very sanctuary.”
As I spoke, I began to feel like an old teacher, lecturing a group of students.
“By the judgment of the Black Hand, I was ordered to do the hardest and most burdening thing I’ve ever done…”

I paused for a moment, trying very hard to push the echoing screams out of my head.
“Why, sister? Why?”
“I killed every member of this sanctuary.”
“Sithis save your soul…”

“After that, things calmed down. We thought that I had killed the traitor along with everyone else. Lucien explained to me that I would receive my orders at dead drop locations all over Cyrodiil. So, things continued that way. I did as my orders commanded me. Among many of my orders, were the entire Draconis family, a Khajiit master of hand to hand combat, a Nord who lived in the mountains, and a Wood Elf in Bravil. After I killed the Wood Elf, I was confronted by Lucien, who was very, very angry. He accused me of betraying him…”

I could still hear his voice, ringing throughout my memories.
“I came here to end your miserable life!”

“Thankfully, he allowed me to explain myself. It turned out that I was set up to go to the wrong dead drop locations, and I was receiving fake orders. Since the murder of the Draconis family, I’d been systematically killing members of the Black Hand and their Silencers. The Bosmer I’d just killed was the Listener himself. The traitor still remained. My cleansing of this sanctuary hadn’t worked, and my brothers and sisters had been killed for nothing. Worse, the surviving members of the Black Hand thought that Lucien was the traitor.”
“I am being tracked day and night by the Black Hand.”

“Lucien told me to spy on the next dead drop location in Anvil and see who planted the orders, then to investigate who was behind the betrayal. We agreed that we would meet each other at the old Draconis house after I had recovered some information. That was the last time I ever talked to Lucien.”

I hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye.

“I found that a young Wood Elf had been paid by a man who lived in the cellar of the lighthouse in Anvil to place the orders. When I inspected the lighthouse, I discovered carnage beyond belief. Corpses of humans and animals alike were everywhere… the smell was incredibly sickening. Dried blood covered the floors and walls. I found a shrine-like room, adorned with the severed head of a woman.”

The murderers were still listening intently with pale faces.

“It was horrible… even for the murderer I am.” I continued. “But, I also found a diary, revealing that the writer wanted to kill Lucien. I returned to meet Lucien and tell him about what I’d found. When I entered the Draconis house, I found the surviving members of the Black Hand; including Arquen… they’d killed Lucien, truly thinking that he was the real traitor. Only I knew for a fact that it was one of the surviving members of the Black Hand, and whoever it was, they were standing under the same roof as the rest of us. I just didn’t know who it was. Arquen personally promoted me to speaker and we set out to ask the Night Mother to appoint a new Listener.”

I cleared my throat. The murderers shifted uncomfortably.

“We entered her crypt… as she spoke to us, the true traitor exposed himself. He was a Dunmer named Mathieu. He killed two of the other speakers and tried to attack the Night Mother. Arquen and I killed him. The Night Mother promoted me to Listener. She told me that Arquen would be my adviser. We returned here and began to rebuild the Dark Brotherhood.”
Too bad Arquen had devised her own death. She was a good adviser.

Saprius spoke up. “You saw the Night Mother?”
“Yes. Just being in her presence was amazing. She enchanted this dagger for me.”

I unsheathed the Blade of Woe. Lucien had given it to me when I first met him.
The murderers were amazed by the ebony blade, shining with the light of a powerful enchantment. Each one of them touched it lightly.

“I wish to rebuild the Dark Brotherhood. I wish to have a sanctuary and a family free of betrayal.” I said.
Saprius stood. “We swear to you our loyalty, Listener. History will not repeat itself.” The other murderers nodded, smiling.

Telling the story had really taken its toll on me as it brought back a lot of memories. They were surprisingly painful now.

“Thank you, murderers for listening. I just thought you should know about what happened. I must go now to see the Night Mother and tell her about Arquen.” I said.
The murderers all stood.
“I trust you’ll care for the sanctuary while I’m gone, Saprius?” I asked, looking at him.
He smiled.
“Of course I will.”

I walked back to the living quarters and put my Black Hand robe on over my armor. I wanted to get started on the way to Bravil. I needed some time to think. I turned to walk out into the main hall to leave the sanctuary when I ran right into Lucien.
“You told the story well. Do not fear the past. Memories can kill you.” He said, his blue eyes peering deeply into mine.
“I do not fear the past.” I answered, not breaking his gaze.
“I believe you do.” He said.
I walked around him, toward the door.
“I do not fear the past.” I repeated.
“Then, why do I sense fear in your voice?” he asked, grabbing my hand.
“I fear further betrayal.” I answered, squeezing his cold hand.
“You have nothing to fear.” He replied. “I am here. I am watching over you.”
Within the blink of an eye, Lucien was gone.

I walked out into the dim main hall. I used the main exit this time, walking through the stone door, and out the front door of the abandoned house.

It was sunset when I exited the main gate of Cheydinhal and climbed on Shadowmere’s back. It looked as though I would be traveling throughout the night.

Great work Kayla. Im really liking this story and while I have neglected to comment on it that doesn't mean I haven't been reading. Well done!

So that's what happened. Nice update.

Ok! I have another update for you guys!
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I directed Shadowmere at a slower pace than usual. I wasn’t in much of a hurry and I really needed some time just to think about things.

As we traveled, I looked down at the plants, occasionally stopping to collect alchemical ingredients. The night was very quiet, save for the sound of Shadowmere’s hooves hitting the packed dirt and stone road. Sporadic, inconsistent breezes rustled the leaves on the branches of the trees, making them sound as though they were whispering to me.

As I neared Bravil, the wind picked up, and the air became heavy. I could see ahead that clouds were gathering. By the time I arrived in Bravil, it was pouring. The guards on night shift ignored the rain, sticking to their patrol. I couldn’t help but wonder if their armor ever rusted.

I walked through the town, my boots making small splashes in the puddles made by the rain. Upon approaching the statue of the lucky old lady, I knelt.
“Good evening, Night Mother.” I said, quietly.
“Good evening, Listener.” She replied.
“Arquen was a traitor, and you knew.” I couldn’t help but feel a little angry, thinking about it. She knew that things would turn out this way, yet she made Arquen my advisor.
“Yes. I knew it would happen, eventually… but, Arquen was the only one left at the time. You needed her help to get on your feet as the Listener. I also knew that you would be able to handle the situation. However, I wasn’t expecting Lucien to help you… Nor did I know that Arquen had enlisted the help of the Morag Tong.”
“Why didn’t you tell me before it all started?” I asked.
“I cannot tell you of your own fate.” She explained, ”The line of destiny is a very fragile one. It is both certain and uncertain. Certain in what may happen, uncertain in whether or not it will happen. You must understand that telling you what may happen can have catastrophic effects on what will happen. At one point, you were destined to die in Old Mournhold, but you didn’t.”
I understood a little better. My anger subsided.
“Excuse me then, Mother, for my anger.” I said, calmly.
“It’s perfectly understandable, Listener. You are thinking of many things right now. Wounds take time to heal. You should remember that.”

When she said that, I remembered my own physical wounds. They hadn’t been hurting. Lucien was right. The Argonian was a good healer. I would have to re-bandage them when I returned the sanctuary. The bandages I had on now were soaked.

The Night mother spoke.
“Now, I’d like to tell you about business. I have quite a big contract for the Brotherhood. It’s one that I’d like you to personally carry out.”
That surprised me. I stood and looked at the dripping face of the lucky old lady.
She continued, “An ex member of the Dark Brotherhood, a Nord by the name of Fanar the Flayer has been trying to find ways to destroy Sithis and me. He worked with Arquen. For the time being, he resides in Solstheim, in his old home in the Skaal village. I worry that he’ll be out for blood once he hears of Arquen’s death. I want him nowhere near any of our sanctuaries. You must go to Solstheim to kill him. I want your word when he’s dead.”
“Understood.” I answered.
“Listener, I want you to know that Fanar is extremely dangerous. He’s not an ex member by his own choice. He was kicked out for killing several other members. Do be careful.” She said.
I nodded. “I will. I promise.”

On my way back to Cheydinhal, I thought about my contract. I’d never been to Solstheim before. However, I’d heard many horrible stories about it. People described it as desolate, a freezing wasteland, a cold, snowy hell. I guessed I was going to get to judge for myself.

I arrived back at the sanctuary around noon. I told Saprius of my contract, explaining that I would most likely be gone for quite awhile. He agreed that he would take care of the sanctuary and watch over the progress of the other murderers, as well as recruit more members. Saprius fit well into his new role as a Speaker.

I returned the living quarters, re-bandaged my wounds, and readied my armor, bow, arrows, dagger, and shortsword.

Suddenly, Lucien stepped out of the shadows. The air became very cold very quickly.
“You’re out to kill Fanar?” he asked.
I nodded.
“I remember him. Quite the interesting man... he was clearly insane though… He and Arquen, alike.” He said.
“The Night Mother said you and Arquen never got along.” I said.
“That’s true. I could tell from the moment I met her, she was on one big power trip.” He answered. “The concept of power can quickly drive one to insanity, you know.” He added.
“You have a good perception of people, Lucien.” I said.
“I must. You were my Silencer.” He said with a small smile.
Suddenly, his eyes became very serious.
“Listen, Sarelle… Before you go to Solstheim… I want you to go to Fort Farragut. You remember… the place I used to live. There’s something for you in there. Check the small chest on my shelf.”
“Alright, I will.” I said.
He walked back into the shadows, blending with them. When the room warmed up, I knew he was gone.

Fort Farragut was just outside of Cheydinhal. I rode there and used the secret entrance to gain quick access to Lucien’s old living quarters.

The place had been ransacked, probably by the Black Hand when they were still looking for Lucien. Books and papers lay all over the floor as well as unlit torches, alchemy ingredients, several bones, and a few daggers. Only one thing had remained untouched: a small chest on a shelf above the overturned bed. I walked over to it, lifted the chest and opened it.

A beautiful silver amulet with a black gem in the center lay inside. Stunned, I picked it up by its silver chain and examined it. The back of it had been engraved. I walked toward a lit torch to read it clearly.

“To Sarelle, with love from Lucien.”

My knees weakened, and I sat down on Lucien’s overturned bed to steady myself. I kept reading the engraving over and over again.

A single tear fell from my eye and hit the stone floor.

“I love you too, Lucien…” I whispered, fastening the necklace around my neck.

I felt a brief wave of cold air, and just as quickly as it had come, it was gone.

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I cant even believe you thought my story was good cause your's kicks mine's british boat hahahahahaha!!!!

By the way
Kudos Kayla...Kudos

P.S. I did not say british boat what the heck is up with that .... I cant even say a word that sounds like another. That my good friends.... Sucks

Why thank you! You really should write more stories. I believe you are a good writer. I really like your style.

Small update today, as I am rather busy. Enjoy!
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I decided that the best way to get to Solstheim would be to go through Morrowind. I knew that a boat in Khuul could take me all the way to Solstheim. But, I would first have to get off the mainland. So, once again, Shadowmere and I rode to Mournhold. I knew of an Argonian mage in the castle that could transport me to Ebonheart.

When we arrived at Mournhold, the sun was high in the sky, but it was cold and dry. I stabled Shadowmere and bid her farewell for the time being. She wouldn’t be coming with me on the rest of the journey.

I walked through the gates of the grand city. Even though I’d been here less than a week ago, Mournhold still took my breath away. The Plaza Brindisi Dorom was full of people, quickly walking throughout the city. Everyone seemed to be in a hurry. Once again, I walked through the plaza. I approached the tall, stone castle gates, and passed through into the castle courtyard.

The plants in the courtyard were amazingly beautiful. I couldn’t help but stop and look at them. The vibrant colors almost hurt my eyes, but made me feel warm. The fragrant flowers had a very calming scent. I managed to tear myself away from the flowers and I walked into the castle’s reception area.

I found the mage quickly. He was practically the only one in the area not wearing Mournold’s signature red guard armor. He noticed me approaching.
“Would you like transport to Ebonheart?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Alright then.” He said, casting a spell.

The world went black momentarily, and I found myself in a large, opulent castle. I took a moment to steady myself. I didn’t teleport everyday. I walked out of the Governor’s Hall and into the busy port town of Ebonheart. I walked past the many guards and busy citizens, happy to be back in Morrowind. I hadn’t been so close to Vivec in a long time. I planned on stopping by my old home when I had finished this contract.

I thought about ways to get to Khuul. It was far to the north west side of the continent. I decided that I would use the silt striders. The closest one being in Vivec, which wasn’t far from here at all.

I decided that instead of taking a boat, I would walk to Vivec. It wasn’t very far. As I walked along the dirt road, I inhaled the moist air. The sounds and smells of Morrowind were so familiar to me. I found myself wondering if Lucien had ever been to Morrowind.

Soon, I was staring up at the massive Foreign Quarter of Vivec. I walked up to the silt strider operator, paid my fee, and boarded the strider. Newcomers to Morrowind were always quite frightened by the silt striders, as they were giant insects with very long legs. Operators steered them on certain routes, and they were a method of public transportation. I had been using them since I was very little, and I thought nothing of them. But, occasionally, someone who was scared to death of them would decide to ride one. That was always entertaining.

I took the silt strider first to Balmora, then to Ald Ruhn, and finally to Khuul. I found a Kajhiit at the port, willing to take me to Solstheim. I paid the fee he asked, and boarded. He said that the journey would take a long time, so I received a bed onboard.

Happy that I was on my way to getting this contract done, I went to my room, laid on my bed, and quickly fell asleep, clutching the amulet that Lucien had given me

Great story Kayla.....very interesting. Keep up the good work!

“How do you like your gift?” Lucien asked me.
“It’s beautiful.” I replied.
“I’m glad you like it.” He said, smiling. “It looks good on you.”
“Thank you.” I said.
“You’re welcome.” He replied.
“You seem to be making fast progress. Faran won’t even know what hit him.” He said. “I always liked your way of fulfilling your contracts swiftly.”
I nodded. “I liked being back in Morrowind again. It’s been so long…”
His eyes showed deep interest.
“You used to live there, I take it?” he asked.
Again, I nodded. “Have you ever been to Morrowind, Lucien?”
“Well, I’ve been to the mainland on many different contracts, but, I’ve never been to the Vvardenfell district. We usually try to stay out of there. That’s the Morag Tong’s territory, and they’re quite defensive about it.” he answered.
Then, he posed another question. “Where did you live?”
“I lived in Vivec.” I answered.
“Ah. Vivec, the city of the Morag Tong’s base.” He said.
I’d heard whispers and rumors about the Morag Tong, and their infamous public assassinations ever since I was a child, but I had no idea that they were based in Vivec.
“Surprised?” he asked. “Even though we are enemies, you have to admire their discretion. You grew up in their city and never even knew where they were located. Very few people do. However, the Night Mother knows.”
That, however didn’t surprise me. The Night Mother knew many things.
“Did you live in Cyrodiil all your life?” I asked Lucien, changing the subject.
“Yes. The Imperial City to be more exact. In the Elven Gardens district. I lived there until I joined the Dark Brotherhood.” He answered.
Then his eyes grew sad.
“I’m sorry, Sarelle… But, I must leave you for now.” He said.
“I understand, Lucien.” I said.
He took my hand. “You’ll have to show me around Vivec soon.” He said, smiling.
I smiled. “I will. I promise.” I replied.
He let go of my hand and disappeared into the darkness of my dreams.

A Khajiit voice ripped me from my sleep.
”Breton! Get up! We’ll be there very soon.”

I slipped out of the bed, stretching my muscles, and readying my equipment. I planned to make this trip quickly. Too bad things never really go as planned.


The first thing that hit me when I stepped out of the boat was a gust of cold wind. It was enough to make my teeth chatter. I walked down a wooden ramp and onto a dock made of stone. I stared up at Fort Frostmoth, an Imperial fort, and almost the only civilization on the island. The area around the fort was heavily forested and patches of snow lay on the ground.

I walked into the stone walls of the fort and asked the first Imperial guard where the Skaal village was. He looked at me blankly.
“Why would you want to go there?” he asked.
“To see an old friend.” I answered.
“Here.” He handed me a map. “The village is just north of Lake Fjalding.”
I nodded and thanked him, and then I was on my way, walking north.

The further I walked, the colder I got. The wind penetrated my robe and my armor. I’d never been this cold before. I stopped walking and sighed as it began to snow. Though it was cold, it looked very beautiful. The trees were weighed down with snow, and the falling snow absorbed every sound.

I found a small stream and followed it north until I reached a frozen lake. “This must be Lake Fjalding.” I said to myself. The ice was thick enough to walk over, and that’s just what I did, being careful to keep my footing. Apparently, the village was just a little more to the north.

After walking for a few more minutes, up a hill in almost knee-deep snow, I smiled as I was greeted by the sight of a group of small cabins, smoke rising from every chimney. I approached a Nord, who was skinning a bear.
“Hello.” I said, “I’m looking for a man known as Fanar the Flayer. I heard he lives here. Could you possibly help me?”
The fair skinned Nord looked up at me, brushing his long blonde hair out of his face.
“Why are you seeking out Fanar? He makes me rather uncomfortable… too close to the witches of Glenmoril if you ask me…” he said.
His eyes looked through me. “Wait… are you Arquen?” he asked. “Fanar mentioned a woman named Arquen.”
I shook my head. “I’m a good friend of Arquen’s. I come here bringing Fanar a message.”
The Nord shrugged. “That’s good enough for me. His cabin is over there.” He pointed toward a single cabin, almost on the outskirts of the village.

The snow was thinner within the village. I imagined the residents shoveled it. My boots crunched in the thin snow as I made my way to Fanar’s cabin. The snow was falling harder now and each flake stung as they hit my numb face. I grabbed the wooden doorknob to the cabin, opened the door, and entered.

“What the hell?” I said aloud as I closed the door behind me.

Three charred bodies lay on the floor, each one contorted and twisted. I examined the fatal injuries and they seemed to be magicka burns. A bearskin rug had been dragged over just enough to reveal a trapdoor. I opened it and climbed down the ladder into darkness.

My feet hit a stone floor. I was in a hall shrouded in shadow. Up ahead, I could see a flickering light, probably from a torch. As I walked toward it, my hand brushed up against the stone wall. It was extremely cold. I tried to keep my footsteps as quite as possible and listened closely for any kind of noise.

When I reached the source of the light, which was indeed a torch. The corridor turned sharply to the left. Instead of bringing the torched with me, I opted to stay hidden in the shadows. I had night-eye spells to serve the purpose of a torch anyway.

Sneaking slowly and silently through the shadows, I followed the dark, cold stone halls; occasionally I would find more bodies like the ones upstairs in the house. Some of them were charred, others weren’t, instead, they were stabbed and mutilated. The further I went into the caves, the more abundant these bodies seemed to be.

I saw another light up ahead, and this time, I heard the faint echoes of voices. I quickly and quietly tried to move closer to hear what they were saying.
“And what was it like killing people, Fanar? You even got kicked out of the Dark Brotherhood! What the hell do you do to get kicked out of the Dark Brotherhood?! Destroy the damned moon?” a female’s voice screamed.
“What do you think you’ve been doing in here? Look at all these corpses! This isn’t just my work!” a thundering male voice yelled. I took it this was Fanar.
“This is what you wanted! You wanted enough power to destroy Sithis and the Night Mother, and we’re so close to having it!” the female’s voice screamed.
It seems I’d arrived just in time. I would kill Fanar and if the woman gave me any trouble, she’d be as good as dead too.
As I walked toward the source of the noise, the woman’s voice calmed and she began to speak.
“Do you have any idea how much power the soul of an individual contains? All we have to do is fill two more soul gems and your wish is fulfilled. Just please… don’t get mad at me like that again.”

I stepped into the room and spied an open chest full of black soul gems on the far end of the corner. They’d been capturing the souls of people to gain power. I took a look at my target, who was now staring at me in disbelief. He was a tall Nord with long brownish hair, and a large scar on his face. He looked like he could comfortably eat me if he wanted to. His lady friend was a red-headed middle aged Nord woman. I guessed she was probably one of the witches of Glenmoril that the Nord in the village had spoken of.

Even though I was outnumbered and my target was staggeringly muscular and tall, I wasn’t intimidated in the least. He had betrayed the Brotherhood. He worked with Arquen, and wanted to kill my mother and father. I already hated him.
“Fanar the Flayer, I am the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood. You have betrayed my family once and you are plotting to betray it again. By the order of the Night Mother, you will pay with your life.” I said. Then, I glanced over at his friend. “And if you try to interfere, I’ll hang you from these cold stone walls by your entrails.”
Fanar scowled, pulling a large battleaxe off his back.
"I knew one of you would be sent here. But, I will be absolutely honored to kill the Brotherhood's precious Listener!" Fanar yelled.
As Fanar charged at me, the woman backed up, frightened out of her mind.

Fanar was quick with his axe, but slow with his feet. In a second, he was towering over me, holding the huge axe over his head, ready to bring it down. I moved out of the way, keeping my eyes on him. I made my way behind him, but he turned around quickly, swinging the axe horizontally. I dodged it swiftly, and while he was still a little caught up by his momentum, I took that moment to stab him in the ribs with the Blade of Woe. He threw me off with his large arm, making me stumble. Then he charged torward me again, pulling the axe over is right shoulder. I found my feet, and moved to the left, getting a slash in with my dagger while he was struggling to keep me within striking range. I stayed ahead of him, moving behind him while he was still trying to turn around. I grabbed his shoulder, and buried the dagger into the back of his neck.

This time, Fanar cried out in pain. He turned around surprisingly quickly, jabbing me in the hip with his axe. The force was enough to knock me down.

I lay on the cold floor, clutching my wound, warm blood seeping through my fingers. Fanar stood over me. Laughing, he brought the large axe up, again over his head. I rolled out of the way, hearing the blade scrape against the stone floor.

My wound hurt more than I expected it to. The pain made standing up difficult. Unfortunately, I couldn't get to my feet fast enough. Fanar rushed to me, grabbing my neck. His large hand squeezed my neck, cutting off my airway. His dark blue eyes stared wildly into mine. I could feel my feet leaving the floor.

He began to laugh again. "Say goodnight, Listener." He said, raising his axe with one arm.

I brought my dagger up and stabbed him right through the skull. His grasp around my neck loosened, his eyes rolled back into his head, and finally, he let go of my neck.

The huge Nord man fell onto the floor, his axe clanging as it hit the stone. I withdrew my dagger from his head, wiping blood and brain matter on his shirt, then sheathed it.

I looked at the woman. Her eyes were wide with fear, and she was pressed up against the wall. I threw a fireball at the chest of black soul gems, engulfing them in flames. Then, even though the wound on my hip felt like it was on fire, I rushed toward her, pushing my blade against her throat. She whimpered, and began to shake.
“Your soul should be in one of those damned gems. I hope that every night while you try to sleep, you hear the screams of all the people you’ve imprisoned, tortured, and killed. I pray that your god have no mercy on your soul. It might not be at my hands, but you will suffer with what you have done. Have a nice day.” I took my blade away from her throat, and exited the room, stepping back into the comforting darkness.

Hmmm,the last paragraph is a bit confusing.You say you took him as Fanar?Is he really Fanar or....some other Nord.....From the tales how tough he is,he fell so easyly.

Another thing that is confusing is that your Listener has a good soul.


This sounds like it was said by a Paladin,not by a cruel,cold-blooded murderer.Why not cut her down now?She can leave a threat for the Brotherhood later......
Why destroy the Black Soul gems?They would make a nice offering to the Night Mother.Besides they carry good enchantments,and the people in the gems could be filthy bandits,who are totaly legal to kill,torture,and stuff like that.

Anyway,continue,i would like to know what happens next (something unexpected?).

Yeah. He was Fanar. Hmm... I'll look at it and edit it to make it less confusing. Thanks for pointing that out to me.

You also have to remember that the Listener is a part of the Mages Guild (and has been for a long time) and the Arcane University. So, she feels the same way about Necromancers and their tools as the guild does. That's why she destroyed the gems rather than keeping them.

Besides the fact that the woman didn't interfere with the Listener's mission, the Listener was not ordered to kill the woman in the first place. And there will be more reasons revelealed as to why the Listener did not kill the woman.

But, I am going to go back and edit some of the battle with Fanar and make things a little less confusing. Thanks for helping me out!

np
Well,the fact that your char is in the Mage's Guild for a long time doesn't have to mean much.Traven forbid Necromancy just recently,it was legel before he became the Arch-Mage(I would like to legalise necromansy again,but that's another story )So Necromancy isn't considered that ''bad'' in the guild.Actualy the fact that a regular member in the guild (remember Cheydinhal reccomendation?) knows what are Black Soul gems,that means that the guild actualy made them in the past.

But that's not important,the important thing is what happens next?Don't make us wait too long.........This is a very intresting story

Thanks. I edited the story, including the fight with Fanar, making it a little more interesting (Hopefully).

I'm working on an update right now.

Yeah,that's a lot more exiting if you ask me.
Keep up the good work

Brilliant. And this line. ,,Have a nice day." I love it, especially because of what she said before those words.

I limped through the darkness of the tunnels under Fanar’s house. My hip hurt every time I took a step. I wondered what I was going to do once I had to exit the cabin. I didn’t know how the other Nords in the village would react to me exiting the cabin bleeding and limping. I also worried about how I was going to get back to Fort Frostmoth in this kind of pain. But, I decided I would deal with that once I got out of the cabin.

Finally, I reached the ladder. I climbed it carefully, trying to minimize the pain. Once I got to the top, I pushed the trapdoor open, climbing up into the cabin. I took a look around the dim room. I walked over to the burning fireplace and warmed myself a little. To my left, I spied a robe, made of some sort of fur, lying on top of a bed. I picked it up and put it on over my Black Hand robe. It was very warm. Plus, it would cover the blood from my wound. Fanar wouldn’t be needing it anyway.

With the robe on, trying to walk as normally as possible, I crossed the room, walking around the charred corpses, and opened the door, stepping out into the cold.

I pulled the robe tight around me, and immediately began walking south. The wind was at my back. I looked up to see that it was close to night. The snow was still falling, and when I was sure that I was pretty far from the Skaal village, I started to walk more comfortably to ease the pain in my hip.

I took traveling slow. I didn’t want to injure myself further and end up stuck out in the wilderness of Solstheim to freeze to death. I could feel blood running down my leg. At least it was warm. For the first time in a long time, I thought that maybe I was going to die.

It was very late at night when I arrived back at Fort Frostmoth, limping painfully and out of breath. I had one of their healers take a look at my hip. The Redguard woman was a good healer, and in no time, I was ready to get back on the boat to Morrowind.

I again boarded the boat and I was on my way back to Morrowind. I decided that I was overdue for some sleep, and quickly found a bed.
“You did very well, Sarelle.” Lucien said to me.
It took me a little while to realize that I was dreaming.
“Thanks, Lucien.” I answered.
“Is there something wrong?” he asked, looking at me concerned.
“I am just tired.” I replied. “I don’t think I’ve ever been that cold before. For awhile, I wondered if I was going to die.” I said, amused.
“I am rather happy that Fanar is dead. He could have posed a threat to you. What about the woman he was working with? Do you think she could have posed a threat as well?” he asked.
“No. She was a coward. I would have considered her a threat had she attacked me. In which case, I would have killed her anyway.” I answered.
“Does your wound hurt?” he asked.
”Not so much anymore… I just want to find the Night Mother and tell her that I’ve done my job. I need some rest. However, I’m very glad I’ve rooted out the rest of the traitors. Perhaps I don’t have to fear betrayal for awhile.” I said.
Lucien nodded and kissed my forehead.
“I’ll leave you to your rest.” He whispered.
Then he disappeared.

I slept soundly for the rest of the trip. I’d never wanted so badly to sleep before.

I awoke to the sound of the Khajiit announcing that we’d arrived back in Khuul. When I got out of bed, my hip felt better, but I still couldn’t put a lot of pressure on it. My neck dully ached where Fanar had grabbed me.

I managed to get further rest on the strider trips back to Vivec. The Morrowind landscape was breathtaking to me, and I entertained myself by sightseeing from the strider.

Once back in Vivec, I walked the remainder of the way back to Ebonheart. The sky was heavy with thick clouds, and it began to rain the moment I made into Ebonheart’s busy city square. Walking into the Imperial fort, I made my way to the reception area of the governor’s hall and asked a mage there for transport to Mournhold.

Mournhold was just as busy as ever. The High Ordinators walking throughout the city were certainly a sight to behold amongst all the other commoners. Walking through the large city was slightly uncomfortable because of my wound, but I managed to make it out of the city gate and to the stable, where I was greeted by a joyous Shadowmere.

The trip to Cheydinhal was easy now, compared to my walking through the deep snow in Solstheim. When I arrived, it was night. I walked to the sanctuary. Saprius greeted me with a smile.
“Back so soon, Listener?” He asked.
I nodded. “Yes. I’m back. I see you managed to hold down the fort.”
“Ah. Well, it wasn’t that hard. How did your contract go?” he asked, curiously.
“It went well. I have yet to report my success to the Night Mother though. I’d like to rest here for the night.” I said.
“You’re more than welcome to.” He answered. “Also, here’s your part of the guild’s pay.” He said, giving me 250 coins.
I put them in my pocket, wished Saprius a good night, and went to bed. My sleep that night was strangely dreamless.

I awoke early in the morning and set out for Bravil, arriving there in the afternoon. I walked to the statue of the lucky old lady and knelt.
”Greetings, Night Mother.” I said.
“Listener! I’m glad to see you back! I trust Fanar is dead?”
“Yes.” I answered.
“Excellent! I knew you could do it, Listener. The traitors have been dealt with. Now, I would like you to get some rest. I have a very important contract that deserves your attention. This could quite possibly be the biggest contract in the history of the Dark Brotherhood. I know you have some wounds, and you are weary from your trip. Rest, and I shall speak to you about it when you are ready.” She said.
This made me extremely curious.
“Night Mother, I…”
“You are not ready to deal with it. I wish for you to rest, Listener.” She said.
“Alright, Night Mother. As you wish.” I said, walking away.

Bigest contract in the whole history?
I bet this one won't be easy even for such a skilled Listener such as Sarelle

So who is it?
A king?
A High Priest?
Elder council member?
Someone more important?
Or is it a hidden threat from the shadows?

Can't wait for the next update

The Night Mother’s words filled me with more excitement than I could take. Rather than returning to Cheydinhal, I opted to rent a room at an inn in Bravil to rest in.

Before I rested, I walked to the town’s chapel to have a healer look at my wound to speed the healing process. The priests there were very generous, doing all they could for my wound, and teaching me a spell to heal minor wounds. I was very grateful for their kindness.

Next, I walked, no longer limping, to the local smith and bought some repair hammers to repair the damage done to my armor and my weapons. Then, I returned to the inn, had a bite to eat, and went to bed.
“Sarelle… how are you feeling now?” Lucien asked me.
“Much better, Lucien.” I replied.
“That’s very good to hear.” He said, taking my hand.
“The Night Mother says that she has a very important contract for me.” I said.
“I know.” He answered.
“You can see my fate, just like the Night Mother … can’t you?” I asked.
He nodded. The look in his blue eyes was very strange.
“This isn’t going to turn out well?” I asked.
“This will turn out the way you make it turn out.” Lucien said. “I can tell you no more than that.”
I nodded. “I understand.”
He kissed my hand. “Rest, Sarelle. We’ll speak again soon.”
He walked back into the shadows.

I woke up the next day, in the afternoon. I got up, readied my equipment, and then left my room, walking out of the inn and into the bright daylight.

My wounds felt better, and I was ready to face anything. I walked to the statue of the lucky old lady and knelt once again.
“Good morning, dearest Night Mother.” I said.
“Listener! I knew you wouldn’t be gone long. I admire your dedication.” She said.
“I believe that I am ready to speak of the contract you have waiting for me.” I said.
“And I believe you are ready as well.” She replied.
The excitement was again, overwhelming.
“A client is paying us very, very well to carry out this contract.” She said. “I wish for you to meet him, and speak to him about the contract. He is meeting you in Cheydinhal tomorrow night in the graveyard near the east wall by the chapel. His name is Eno Romari. I want you to choose a new speaker. There are several good candidates at the Cheydinhal sanctuary. You will take Saprius with you to help fulfill the contract. Trust me. You will need his help.”
I stood there for a moment, absorbing the information.
“So it shall be done, Night Mother.” I said.
“Be careful, Listener.” She said.
“I will, Mother.” I answered, walking away.

I hadn’t been a Speaker long enough to actually meet clients. So, this was going to be a new experience for me.

I walked out of the city gates and climbed on Shadowmere’s back. Immediately, we began to travel back to Cheydinhal. I couldn’t help but wonder who the client wanted dead… especially if he was paying us so much. I guessed I would find out soon enough.

I arrived in Cheydinhal just after dark, and hastily walked to the sanctuary. I climbed down the ladder in the well and set foot in the main hall. I couldn’t find Saprius there, so I walked to the training room. He was there, bashing a dummy with a daedric war hammer.
“Saprius, I must speak with you.” I said.
Breathing heavily, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt.
“Speak away, Sarelle.” He said, facing me red faced and smiling.
“The Night Mother has requested that you help me with a very, very important contract. We are to meet the client here in Cheydinhal tomorrow night at the graveyard. I will tell you more about it, but first, she has requested that we promote a new Speaker so that they can watch over the sanctuary in our absence.”
He nodded. “Is there anyone you have in mind?” he asked.
“Well, is there anyone you have in mind? I haven’t really been here for awhile.” I said.
“Yes. I think I know just the murderer.” He said. “I’ll bring them in here.”
I nodded. “Alright.”
He wasn’t gone very long before he returned with the Imperial woman in tow.
“Sarelle, this is Coventia. I’d like to promote her to Speaker.” He said.
“That is fine by me.” I answered.
I addressed her. “Coventia, you are now promoted to the rank of Speaker. Saprius and I have to work together on a contract. We ask that you watch over the sanctuary while we are gone.”
She nodded. “I will, Listener. You can count on me.” she was smiling from ear to ear.
“Now, if you don’t mind, Coventia, Sarelle and I have to discuss business.” Saprius said. Coventia nodded, and left the training room.

Saprius and I sat down.
“Tell me about the contract.” He said.
“There isn’t much information on it yet.” I began. “The client’s name is Eno Romari. He’s coming to see us, and apparently, he’s paying a fortune for this. The Night Mother simply stated that I would need your help.” I continued.
“And we are to meet him tomorrow night?” Saprius asked.
“Yes.” I said.
He nodded, standing. “I will ready my equipment. I’ll go with you tomorrow night to meet him. Then, we’ll see what we have to do from there.” He looked at me. “You should rest, Listener.”
I nodded. “Good night, Saprius.” I said, walking back into the dim main hall.

I smelled food when I entered the living quarters. The Bosmer was cooking something.
“Listener! I just made some bread! Won’t you have some of it?” he asked.
I smiled. “It smells great. I’d be glad to have some.” I said, sitting at the table.
He gave me some bread, and I ate it, hungrily.
“How are things going for you since we last talked?” I asked.
He sat down across from me.
“The feelings of guilt have gone away. I feel much better, thanks to you, Listener.” He said.
“Don’t thank me, thank yourself. You’ve developed your ideas all on your own.” I said, smiling.
Yawning, I thanked the Bosmer for the bread, found my bed, and quickly slipped into a dreamless sleep.

I awoke the next day in the afternoon, feeling very well rested. The wound on my hip was virtually gone, and I no longer felt tired at all. I spent most of my day talking with the murderers and showing Coventia how to care for the sanctuary. She was a dedicated person, and a fast learner. Saprius had good judgment.

Finally, the time came to meet our client. Saprius and I climbed up the ladder in the well just after dark and, pulling our hoods up to hide our faces, went to the graveyard. We didn’t have to wait long at all before a Dunmer in a deep red robe approached us.
“My name is Eno Romari. You are the Breton woman and Imperial man I was instructed to meet?” he asked.
We nodded in unison.
“Good then. Let us get down to business.” He said, lowering his voice. “The price has already been negotiated with your mother.”
He gave me a large bag, filled with coins.
“There should be one million drakes in there.” He said.
Wow! One million drakes. I was almost dumbfounded. I’d never in my entire life, held that much money in my hands.
“Now, your target is in Morrowind, in the Vvardenfell district. He resides in the city of Vivec.”

I went through all the rich, famous people who lived in Vivec. Many high priests frequented the area; many councilors from the houses Hlaalu, Redoran, and Telvanni visited there often, or even owned residences there.

“You are to kill Vivec himself.” Eno said.

Saprius and I looked at each other. His eyes were wide in disbelief. There was a pause. The Night Mother had sanctioned this assassination.

“Let me get this straight,” I said, looking at our client. “You want us to kill a god?”
“Yes.” He answered.
“Then, it shall be done.” I said.

Oh...my...great...god! Raise your hand if you saw that one coming. (Looks to see no hands raised at all.) Way to go Kayla. That was spectacular. I can't wait to see what happens next. Killing Vivec will not be an easy task at all.

*HyPN0 is still stunned*
Vivec?
Whoho,now this should be intresting.Vivec!
Let's see:Vivec is a powerful god (even though he's losing his powers).So fighting him head on would be suicidal,even for such powerful Listener.Plus,there are Ordinators who are extraordinary battlemages,temple priests,and overall a lot of people who woud give their lives for Vivec.
This will be a tough one.I suppose that Sarelle won't be doing this contract all by herself?Or will she do the contract at all?What's in that creative head of yours Kayla?Can't wait for the next update

What, they're going after Vivec?! This was unexpected. Oh boy, I hope they prepare well for it. Rushing into the city with the intent of killing a god without paying attention to his army and Vivec himself tends to be a bad idea.
I'll be waiting4updates.

AAAAHHHHRRRGGGHHH ......going after Vivec..omg......I´ll just keep my fingers crossed......jeez this was exciting

Hurry up with that update pleeeease....gotta know know it turns out!

Ok, folks! Glad to see I surprised you all. I've been working on this update for quite awhile, and I'm currently working on the next one.
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Saprius and I returned to the sanctuary. I could tell as we walked that this contract was weighing heavily on his mind. We decided to go to the training room to discuss our plans.
“Have you ever been to Vvardenfell?” I asked him.
He shook his head. “Never.”
“I used to live in Vivec.” I said.
“Good. Then, you should know your way around a little more than I would.” He said, smiling.
His eyes grew serious quickly. “Do you know if there is any way we could sneak up on the target?” he asked.
“No. I don’t think there’s any way whatsoever. There is one entrance to his temple, and one exit.” I replied.
The thought of not being able to use stealth to my advantage made me uncomfortable.
“Then, we’re just going to have to walk in and kill him?” he asked.
“Yeah. That’s what it looks like.” I said.
“Considering that he’s a god and everything… do you think he’ll know that we’re coming to kill him?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” I answered. “I hope not.”
“Alright then. I think we should sleep and leave tomorrow morning.” Saprius said.
I nodded. “That sounds like a good plan.”
We entered the main hall, went our separate ways to our beds, and went to sleep.

When I awoke, Lucien was standing beside my bed.
“Morning, Lucien.” I said, sleepily.
He smiled. “Good morning, Sarelle.”
“Today, I set off to kill a god.” I said.
“I know.” He said.
“Why does that Romari man want Vivec dead anyway?” I asked, getting up out of bed.
“Eno Romari is the leader of the End of Times cult. They believe that the end of the Tribunal will signal the end of the world. He wants your help in opening the eyes of the public.” Lucien answered.
“Why do we have to kill just one member of the Tribunal? Why not all three of them?” I asked.
Lucien looked at me strangely. “Amalexia and Sotha Sil are both dead. Vivec is the only remaining member of the Tribunal. I suppose that’s not common knowledge yet.”
“Ah. I see.” I said.
Saprius walked in, wearing his Black Hand robe. He had a large silver claymore sheathed on his back, and several types of daggers on his side.
“Are you ready Sarelle?” he asked.
Lucien kissed me on the cheek and disappeared.
“Yes.” I answered, sheathing my elven shortsword at my side.
“Alright then. Let’s get started.” He said.

I followed Saprius out into the main hall of the sanctuary. From there, we exited using the ladder in the well, and then we went out to the Cheydinhal stables. Saprius owned a beautiful white horse. Together, him on his white horse, and I on Shadowmere, we rode toward Mournhold.
“Hopefully, when you see the city of Vivec, you’ll start to get some ideas on how we could pull this off.” I said to Saprius.
I went through the city in my head, over and over again. Vivec’s temple was located behind the Temple canton. A lot of ordinators were posted at the Temple Canton, both inside the Office of the Watch, the Hall of Justice, and the Hall of Wisdom. I was willing to bet we couldn’t kill Vivec silently.
“How big is the city?” Saprius asked.
“Huge.” I answered. “Biggest city in Vvardenfell. Quite confusing to navigate as well.”
The fact that we were going to be right in the middle of Morag Tong territory didn’t do much to comfort me either.
“Hmm… this is going to be tough.” Saprius said.
I laughed. “This is going to be more than tough. This is borderline suicidal.”

Finally, we arrived in Mournhold. As we walked through the large, busy city, Saprius marveled at the architecture and all the colorful plants.
“Never been to Mournhold either?” I asked him, as we filed through the seemingly endless crowds of men and mer.
“No…” he said, his eyes widening at the sight of the statues of Mehrunes Dagon and Amalexia.

I led him into the castle and we got transport to Ebonheart from the Argonian mage.

I found my feet in the governor’s hall in Ebonheart. I took a moment to steady myself. When I looked over at Saprius, his face was pale, and his eyes glazed.
“Wow… I’ve never been on a trip like that…” he muttered.
I laughed. “Teleportation is hard on everyone. Especially the first time.”

I led Saprius out the door and into the city of Ebonheart. The clouds in the sky were a very dark grey. They seemed to be an ominous sign of the things to come.

Saprius looked around.
“Wow… this place is different from Cyrodiil.” He said.
“Yeah. That’s part of its charm.” I said, leading him down to the square, and then on the dirt road toward Vivec.

As we made our way to the city, I asked him a few questions.
“How do you feel about the Tribunal Temple?” I asked him.
“Well, I never really knew much about it. I was born and raised in Cyrodiil. Being an Imperial, I was brought up to devote my life to the service of the Nine Divines. But, of course, it never turned out that way. I felt forsaken by the gods and then turned to Sithis. If you ask me, Sithis is much more personal.” He said.
Then, he turned my question around on me. “What about you? You said you lived in Vivec. Were you brought up to worship the Tribunal?”
“My parents were devout believers in the Tribunal, though they never pushed their religion onto me. I read all 36 Lessons of Vivec. I found them quite interesting, but I never thought that the Tribunal were worthy of worship. I tended to agree with the Ashlanders about the Tribunal. They believed the same way I did. They believe that the Tribunal were deceitful. I was lucky enough to hear of the Nerevarine prophecies when I was a child. Daedra worship seemed to work for me. Though now I am a servant of Sithis, I am still quite fond of the Lords and Ladies of Oblivion.” I answered.

By the time we had explained our views on religion, the large city on the water lay in front of us. I walked Saprius around to the Foreign Quarter. As we were crossing the bridge to get onto the large stone canton, lightning flashed in the sky, while thunder growled.
“You know the city better than I do. Show me where Vivec is located.” Saprius said.

I led him through the large city. We crossed canton after canton, occasionally dodging someone trying to get home before the storm hit. When finally, we came to the St. Delyn canton.
“This is where I used to live.” I said, pointing to a door, labeled St. Delyn South Two.
I opened the door and stepped inside the small quarters. It was completely abandoned.
“Hmm… what luck.” I said. “My old home is abandoned, and it has a great view of the Temple canton. We can stay here temporarily while we get some idea of the ordinators’ rounds.”
Saprius smiled. “That’s a great plan.”
“Now,” I said, “I’ve yet to show you the Temple canton.”

The Temple canton was now in clear sight. We walked across a bridge connecting the St. Delyn and Temple cantons. We surveyed the outside, counting ordinators that were currently on duty. Then, we looked at Vivec’s temple. It was a tall canton, with stairs going all the way to the top, stopping at a door. No ordinators patrolled it, making our job a bit easier.

Just as the sun was setting, Saprius and I went back to St. Delyn South Two. We sat down across a table from each other.
“When do you think we should strike?” Saprius asked.
“Definitely at night time.” I answered. “If we decide to get rid of the ordinators, we could easily kill some of them in their sleep in the barracks. Plus, it will provide us the cover of darkness.”
“We have to dispose of the ordinators.” He said. “It’s the only way we’ll have any chance of doing this.”
“Agreed.” I replied.
“How many should we take out?” he asked.
“All the ones on the canton.” I said.
“Damn. That’s a lot.” He said. “And I don’t think they guard a god for no reason. They have to be strong.”
“They are.” I said, remembering the many times I’d seen them stop a public skirmish, or chase down a thief.
“How are we going to do this?” he asked, looking a bit frustrated, as he lay his head down on the table.
“We have stealth on our side. We observe their rounds, see when they switch shifts, then, using that information, we decide when the best and easiest time to kill them is.” I answered.
“I’m sure there are many priests willing to give their lives for their god.” Saprius said.
“That is very true…” I said.
This posed a problem. The priests would surely give us trouble if they knew of our intentions. But, we already had many ordinators to kill. I wasn’t above killing any of the priests, but did we have the time and energy to take them all out as well? I stayed silent for a few moments thinking things over.
“We’re definitely going to have to kill the priests too.” I said. “I know it won’t be easy… but, they could be just as much of a problem as the ordinators.”
Saprius nodded. “I understand what you’re saying.”
I stood. “Well, it's close to night time. We should probably observe the ordinators on their rounds right now.”
“Good idea.” Saprius said, standing as well.

We exited and walked toward the Temple canton. Saprius and I had a long night ahead of us.

I'm happy that htey use a plan, even though they'll be busy for days. I doubt Vivec will be surprised by the end of it. Nice update anyway.

Wonder how this is going to turn out... I have sevral ideas, only 2 of which make any sense really. Anyway, I'm not going to ruin it for everyone. Good work.

I am rather busy today, but I have managed to type up a smaller update. Enjoy! Hopefully, the rest of the week goes a little smoother for me, and I can post bigger updates.
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Saprius and I decided to split up for the night. He would watch the guards on the outside, and I would watch the ones inside the canton.

I took the Hall Of Justice first. It turned out that there were only two ordinators patrolling the halls, and the doors to the ordinator barracks weren’t even locked. It would be very easy to kill the ordinators in the barracks who were trying to sleep. The Office of the Watch had only two ordinators in it. However, the Hall of Wisdom was filled with ordinators and many priests. There were especially a lot in the large Library of Vivec.

The High Fane was filled with priests and a few ordinators. None of the priests were wearing armor, and it would be pretty easy to kill them all. However, there were a few locked doors that concerned me. I didn’t really get a good chance to examine the locks since the ordinators tended to be suspicious. But, at a glance, the locks looked average. I was fairly good with a lock pick. Hopefully, these wouldn’t be beyond my skill.

After I was done, I met Saprius outside. He had a good idea of how the ordinators moved during their rounds. He could even tell me where they were going to go. He had a good sense of timing.

The problem about killing the ordinators outside would definitely be discretion. Other ordinators patrolled the nearby St. Delyn and St. Olms cantons. We would have to make sure that they didn’t spot us. It was also imperative to our task that the other ordinators on the Temple canton had no idea what was going on.

Saprius and I decided that we would return to St. Delyn South Two and talk about plans.

We entered the cramped quarters and took our places across the table from each other. I decided that I would tell him about what I’d learned on my investigation.
“The inside of the Hall of Justice has two ordinators on night patrol. One is on the lower level. The other, on the upper level. It should be very easy to kill the two, considering that they never come into sight of each other on their rounds. The ordinator barracks aren’t even locked, granted they are huge. If we are stealthful, fast, and silent, we should be able to get rid of all the sleeping ordinators. Also inside the Hall of Justice is the Office of the Watch. There are two ordinators in there that work desk jobs. We could take them by surprise and dispose of them quickly. However, the Hall of Wisdom… is another matter…”
Saprius looked at me with curiosity gleaming in his eyes. Once again, I felt older. He seemed young, and ignorant in my eyes.
“The Hall of Wisdom is full of priests and ordinators, plus the occasional noble. The Library of Vivec boasts several ordinators, and priests that work there throughout the night. The High Fane is the most populated. There are a few locked doors, but I think we can get past them. None of the priests in there seem to be wearing armor. We can take care of them fast. I’m sure there are more behind the locked doors as well… though we won’t know how many for sure until we get those doors open.”
Saprius seemed to absorb all the information well.

He began with the results of his investigation. I reclined slightly in the wooden chair and listened.
“There are two guards outside of the Hall of Justice and the Hall of Wisdom. Usually, they stand by the doors, but once every ten minutes or so, they move toward the back of the canton to stand in front of the back doors. Then, they move again to the front to repeat that pattern. The ones stationed in front of the doors leading to the High Fane never move. We could easily kill them when the others move to the back of the canton. However, the canton doesn’t offer a lot of cover. I think we should try to hide the bodies, should someone wander up while we’re not paying attention.”
“I understand what you mean… but, wouldn’t the lack of ordinators on the canton alert someone anyway? But, I guess it’s better to have an empty canton than a pile of bodies lying around.” I said, reclining further to rest my tired bones.
“Agreed.” Saprius said.
“There are essentially two ways we could hide the bodies. Skillful use of shadow is one way, the easier, but also noisier way would be to dump them into the sea below the canton.” I said. “If we throw them into the Inner Sea, then no one will find them. However, there is a chance that someone could trip over a body hidden in shadow.” I continued.
Saprius was pondering the possibilities.
“I think we should just hide the bodies in the shadow. I don’t want to risk blowing our cover because we were noisy.” He said. “That’s an amateur mistake.”
I couldn’t help but agree with him.
“Do you think we should hide the bodies inside?” he asked.
“The ones lying out in the open, I think we should hide.” I answered.
Saprius nodded.
I didn’t want to waste any time achieving our goal. Being careful not to take too many unnecessary steps was a good way to ensure time wasn’t wasted.

That night, we agreed on the basics. We knew who we would have to kill, what methods of killing to use, and what to do with the bodies. Saprius and I decided to get some rest and we would talk about more strategies when we awoke.

I am getting really anxious. I want to see how they both fare. Will they actually kill Vehk I wonder? It isn't going to be very easy at all. I wish them both luck and I hope you hurry with updates.