The Chronicles of Salina Delvanni. Prolouge.


So, you have come here to ask me a bunch of questions…well sit down then. Ah yes, you wish to know my story, well relax and be patient, this will take some time, as my story is a long one. I was born to my parents Sarin and Salvaynas Delvanni, you may have heard of my sister Telina, who is widely know through out Tamriel, but she is not the subject of this story. I was born ten years after my sister was taken from my parents, so that would be year 413 of the third era…yes you heard me right, I am that old. So here now I’ll tell you all about me.


Prolouge.

I was in my tower at Odai Platform, just finished after a hard days work…this was the year 428 of the third Era. My supper consisted of a few fried kwama eggs, and some deer meat, little did I know that it would be the last time in five years I would taste normal food. Having locked the door, and warded it, I went to have my (hopefully) normal dreamless sleep. Only this time, this time it was different, I was in a cell, number 1486924, but that had to be in Cyrodiil, how could I be in a Cyrodiilic prison.

At the cell opposite of me was another Dunmer, taunting me, until some men came, fully armoured, with an old man following them. There was some words exchanged that I didn’t remember, and then they opened up a door within my cell, telling me to follow. The next part is lost, bust I stood in a room with the old man, his warriors had gone to fight some assassins. Suddenly out from a hole in the wall jumped a red robed figure forth, and suddenly he had armour all over him, as if he had used a spell. He stabbed the old man, and then everything turned to blazing fires, and an empty blackness, and then I woke up.

It was the first dream I’ve had for years, and it worried me…I didn’t know who this man was, all I knew was that our fate was now bound together, I had to get to Cyrodiil, and be imprisoned. But first, I had to seek my sister out, she would know hat to do. I promptly dressed myself in a dark robe, and grabbed a dagger with me, and then I was on the way. Azura I hate boats, I thought as I emptied he bucket of vomit yet again. But with my sister being as careful as she was, teleporting into her tower in the middle of the night, could risk strong injuries, or possibly death, she had quite a bit of arsenal on strong spells, which I’d rather not have directed at me.

The boat that was due for Sadrith Mora, passed through Zafirbel bay, and I could faintly see shimmering lights to the west, my sisters stronghold of Tel Delvanni. I thanked the captain for the ride, before I jumped into the water, and landed safely on top of it…waterwalk is just so fun at times. Naturally, my sister was a great mage, I have never said that I was any superhero yet…so I did the mistake that many mages do when they walk on water, I forgot to focus on the spell. Spitting out salt water, and cursing myself for my lack of concentration, I stepped up on land, to dry my clothes a bit. The journey took far longer than I expected, due to a rather aggressive flock of cliffracers…Oblivion I hate those creatures. Finally I stood before the door to my sisters home.

I knocked, and waited, a little minute later my sister was standing there. Telina was as always a striking person, her long silvery hair, and intellectual eyes, spoke of a person of kindness, but also it gave an immediate feel that this was someone you’d rather not get on the wrong side of.

-“Sal….what are you doing here so late at night…please come in and get some warmth back in you”, she smiled. While I sat myself down, she got a clean (and thankfully dry) robe to me. –“So sis, what is that you were wondering one”, Telina smiled at me, giving me the usual feeling of being seen right through.

-“I-I’ve had this…nightmare, I was in prison, in Cyrodiil, and old man along with his guards come through my cell…I follow them, but in the end the man gets killed by assassin, and…the world end”!!!!

She looked at me for a bit, pondering. “If I’m not entirely wrong, I’d say you’ve had a premonition, the thing you saw is true, and you have to go to Cyrodiil right away, don’t worry, I have my contacts, if you remember the cell number, I can manage to get you imprisoned in the right cell”. She looked worry, like she knew just all too well what would happen, and it scared me when she looked at me like that, but the same time comforting, she knew I would do all right, if not she would have told me.

-“But about the ending of the world, that part is more true than you know, you have seen the gates of Oblivion, I have seen them as well in my dreams, if you fail, then we all fail…the daedra will invade the lands, spilling forth from the gates, but we have to keep it a secret, there is no chance in any way that people will believe us until it starts”.

So it was the gates of Oblivion I had seen, I thought that Tamriel and Oblivion was separated by extremely intricate and powerful barriers, but if Telina said that it was the gates she and I had seen, and that daedra would storm out of them, it was true. I gave her the cell number, and she sent me off into sleep. When I woke up again, I was chained to a wall, in an imperial prison, the cell, along with a letter from Telina.

Dear Salina, I’m sorry for what I did, but it had to be done, I have siphoned away your powers, so when you become released you will have to start from anew, it way seem hard right now, but it is necessary, necessary for your survival to have a fresh start. You have a long and hard time in front of you, so save your strength, you’ll need it.

From your dear sister, Telina Delvanni.

Ooooo teaser indeed, starting a tale for Oblivion now. I hope it will be as successful as your Tale for Telina is. I all ready want to see what happens next! But patient I must be...

I was just a little confused at first since the linking thing says "Selina" but in the actual story she's called "Salina", not that it's a big deal though, since it's consistantly Salina in the story.

Great start so far!

Ohh!!! haaaaa Her lil´sister?.....That´s a good approach......and by jove it´s an interesting and intriguing start!......

Exactly minky...she is indeed Telinas lil' sister,telina is about ten years older than Salina...but if you can do so, could you change the name in the title of my fic to Salina instead of Selina....hehe,lil' mistake done by me.
But here is the next update...I'm not sure if I'll wait after the prolouge have been finished to I have finished telina story...and then finish this afterwards....but if you my dear readers wish me toi continue this simaltaneously as Telinas fic, I'll do so.


I curled the paper together in my hand…I trusted her knowing what she was doing, but still, I was angry, taking all of my powers, I had worked hard to become an…acceptable mage, no I had to start over again. The Dunmer opposite my cell, was looking at me, and then he started yelling.

-“So, you’re a new one eh…well well, it’s strange to have a beauty like yourself down here. The guards owe me a service, and when I get it, I’ll rape that body of yours so that you’ll beg for death”, he smirked.

I admit that I was weak, this continued for the next two years, but nothing happened, until that one day…One of the guards came down the hallway, pretending to carry food, but he stopped by the cell of the prisoner, whom I had come to know as Valen Dreth. He slipped a key to Valen, and just turned his back the other way.

Valen smiled, saying “Here I come to get you”. He opened my cell, I made no attempt to stop him, he punched me down, and sat over me, starting to unsling his belt, time for him to learn that to rape a wizard, o matter how frail is NEVER a good thing to do. I drove my knee with all of my force into his…”privates”, and I saw his eye cross in pain…”Numeria Incarcarate”, I yelled holding my hand at his chest.

He screamed as ethereal fire bit into his chest, burning, cooking, and the sickly smell of burnt flesh came to my nostrils, making me get an urge to vomit. Then I served three more years, without anything happening, Valen was normally threatening to have his “way” with me, he had some powerful friends now, but I just ignored him, I had ignored his taunts since I made him spend two months at the hospital wing. But this day, in the year 433, something happened…I could hear voices, sound of heavily armoured troopers rushing down the stairs.

-“We must get you out quickly my Lord, the assassins are right on our tails”. “What about my sons Baurus, their dead aren’t they” an old man said. And there they stood, three guards, one Redguard male, one Imperial female and Imperial male…and, the old man from my dream, this was it.

-“Hold on a second” the Redguard said. “This cell was supposed to be empty, HOW DID YOU GET HERE” he yelled at me. I have no idea, but I suggest that you step back prisoner, and nothing will happen to you” the female said.

I stepped back pointedly, and the group moved towards one of the walls. The old man looked at me, he had a dazzling red and blue robe, with golden stars woven into the fabric. “I know you”, he said, this shocked me as I had no idea who this man even was…”you’re the woman from my dreams…guards release her from the shackles, she will have to follow us, my fate is entwined with hers”.

The guards looked stricken at their leader, before one of them grumbled something for himself and loosened my chains…then he dragged a lever, and a secret door opened up in the wall. “Looks like this is your lucky day prisoner, just don’t get in our way and we will not harm you” the Redguard told me.

There was some bickering if they should close the door again, but after a quick comment from me that it would cut off any way to escape back, they decided to leave the door open. The catacombs underneath the prison was huge, and we walked through several interceptions, before something happened.

Out from nowhere it seemed strangely armoured men or women came running out, the guards attacked them, but not before the imperial female had fallen to their weapons. When they died, their armour disappeared, and was replaced by red robes and hoods. Seeing one pair in my size, I took the liberty of borrowing the robe and hood from one of the dead girls, I doubt they needed it anyway now. I also took the sword of the imperial, who happened to be the captain of the guards, sadly the armour was ruined beyond any use.

Here the guards refused to let me follow them any further, so they locked the big bars the lead further into the catacombs, I had to find another way out. The answer was to my left, in a hole in the wall, which I deftly crabbed through. I turned right, and met my first enemy, a rat. I knew that Telina had done a damned good job removing my powers, as the rat almost bit my leg off, but I managed to kill it off at least. Right behind it, was a big chest, and thank the maker for it being unlocked. Inside was five bottles of healing, a hefty axe, and an iron cuirass and iron boots.

I walked further, trying to keep as silent as possible. I came to another hole, and so I went through that as well, I was lying on a platform thing, in a big cave system, and worse I could see no less than five Goblins in the cave…fortunately they were spread out, so I could (try) to dispatch them one at the time. I waited till the first goblin had passed right under me, while I kept myself to the shadows.

Remembering one of the most important things about stealth, is to have soft footwear on you, so I had removed the boots. I jumped down, silent as a cat, and grabbed the Goblin by his head, and made a fast twitch, before slashing the sword across his throat to be sure…he fell limp to the floor, more dead than a skewered guar. He had two things of immense value to me here, a bow, and some arrows. I remembered a chameleon spell I had learned for a long time ago, so I spoke the cantrip as silently as I could. I saw myself as transparent, and so I moved softly through the shadows, trying to avoid any form of light.

I was about fifteen feet away from the next Goblin, when I drew my bow, and put one of the iron arrows on the string. Silently I drew the string back, aiming steady, and then I let the arrow go. I did not wait for the arrow to hit home, I drew the axe, and darted towards the Goblin. The arrow hit him in his left shoulder, and he squealed loudly, making the two other Goblins run towards me. I cursed loudly to myself, before chopping a bit on the goblin. He used his cruel weapon, to dodge me, but in the end I neatly severed his head from his body, making steaming blood gush from his neck.

At this time I had forgotten all about the other Goblins, and the dagger that plunged into my thigh, made me all too painful aware of there still being two Goblins left. I fell down after the stab, and drove the point of the axe into the soft belly of the Goblin. He wheezed, as he staggered backwards, allowing me to drive the axe blade onto his head, cracking the skull, and making more dark blood gush out, and he fell limp to the floor. I moaned in pain as I removed the dagger from my thigh, I could see the last Goblin run towards me. I threw both the axe and the dagger towards him…sadly neither hit, so I was forced to draw my sword for some up-and-nasty-blade-work. I slashed horizontally towards the face of the Goblin, but he deftly swayed out of the way, counterattacking me with a quick stab aimed at my throat.

I smashed my sword onto his, making the stab be redirected towards my right ribs instead. The crude blade penetrated my armour, and I felt a rib or two crack, but I kept going. I slashed again, and again, before in a cruel riposte I made a foot long gash across his throat. I sank down towards a pillar, crying as the pain overcame me, a healing potion took care of my injuries, some sleep would do the rest. I couldn’t have dozed off for more than an hour, but it was all I needed, I felt freshly renewed, and my pack, although bigger was almost less weighty. Also I moved with greater speed, and agility.

I had one more run in with a goblin, who was so kind to lend me a ring that would deal out some cleansing fire on my enemies, but other than that, I found only two rats, which proved a decent enough meal. My troubles came along as usual, as the only door that led back into the catacombs, was through a room with three goblins and a shaman. Figuring that out from my luck the shaman would have some magical do-da that could prove nasty for me, so taking care of him was my first priority. Once again using chameleon, and sneaking along the walls, until I stood directly behind him, I loaded up my bow. I was only a few feet away from my moist powerful opponent at that time, and the arrow helped. It hit him in his back, severing his spinal cords, it was a simple matter to drive an axe into his skull.

I drew his staff, aiming it at the oncoming Goblin. I focused, and allowed it to shoot forth its deadly load. Several streaks of lightning erupted from its tip, and sent the closest Goblin flying halfway across the room, while the one behind him, stopped, clearly wondering on what his chances were…I’m afraid whatever was thinking on was interrupted by the arrow that pierced his forehead.
The last Goblin was now running for his life, but he had intended to kill me, I was just playing along. The ring sent fort a fireball that made him run around screaming. He tumbled at the edge that led to the pit below, and fell over…with a sickening thud he had gotten skewered on the fence below.

I looted the place of some twenty lockpicks, a steel cuirass, and to my delight, a rather sharply looking steel dagger.


EDIT. took care of most spelling issues.

nice so far Tellie, but chameleon is a complex piece of sorcery for someone who lost her powers........ oh well she certainly seems to be Telina's sister.


PS: If see decides to join the mages guild, Revan's pulled a few strings for her.

Very detailed encounter with the Goblins, I all ready get a feel on how Salina fights and such. So in other words, she's being introduced quite well. Excellent indeed.

Gehe....have you now metal,only time will tell.

As for a chameleon spell too complex to learn, well when I first tried, I found a bookthat thaught me a chameleon spell(25-30% for 30 seconds), she have a similar one, remember I alter my stories a little, making them different to what the game allow you to do. And with a good enough Illusion(i started with 40), you would have no problem....and so Salina can manage weaker spells.

The next update is on the way dear readers.

alright, anyway Revan came through with the string pulling I mentioned

I felt along its edge, and managed to cut myself, so at least it was sharp enough.

I walked in the door, and came out, straight in front of the old man and his guards. “Oi, there is one”, the Redguard shouted before storming towards me. I held my hands up, as to show that I was no enemy, it was the word of the old man who stopped him.

-“Hold it Baurus, it’s the woman we met in her cell, she found a way around, she will follow us”. I looked at the old man...”who are you”? I asked confused.

-“He gave me a small glint with his eye, before talking…”I am your Emperor, Uriel Sepim the VII, and the last living member of my line…you will do as I says, but first we must move on, follow us”.

I took up my sword, as to prepare to defend him, but at that moment, I was just thinking at myself, if one of those guards tried to do me off again I would at least have a sharp piece of metal between me and death. We were attacked again by those red robed figures, heck I even fried one with a fireball. We came to another door of steel bars. “DAMN ITS LOCKED”, I heard Baurus shout, “prisoner, take the Emperor into that room over there, defend him with your life”.

I grabbed the Emperor by his robe, and slowly dragged him with me, shielding him with my body should anyone come. We stood in a room, just outside the locked door, when we were attacked, no less than seven assassins came towards us, but the Emperors guards, who I reckoned to be blades, intercepted them. While they were fighting, a door opened in the wall, and two robed figures came out. As from nowhere weapons appeared in their hands, and one of them stabbed it into the gut of Emperor Uriel. I screamed, before driving my sword into the head of the assassin, he fell to the ground, meanwhile I turned my attention over to the other one.

I lunged forwards with my blade, but he blocked, I was sure a counterattack would come, so I leaned to the side, just fast enough to avoid the blade that whizzed through the air. Grabbing his wrist, I punched as hard as I could into his elbow, and heard a satisfying snap, he dropped the weapon that disappeared into a cloud of dust, screaming over his broken arm. I drove my sword into him once, twice, I did not stop until blood was lying around everywhere, and his back was totally filled with stab marks.

-“L-listen child, g-g-get the amulet of Kings to Jauffre, he will know what to do”, and then the Emperor closed his eyes. Baurus came in, he saw what had happened, he dropped his head.

-“Then I failed then, but where is the Amulet of Kings”? I explained the situation to him, and it seemed to lighten him up a bit.

-“Hmm, I don’t know what the old man saw in you, but he trusts you at least, Jauffre is the Grandmaster of our organisation, you’ll find him in Weynon Priory, good luck, I’ll stay and watch over the Emperors body”.

Then he turned and walked away to get the other guard. I meanwhile went through the hole the assassins came from, a short walk after I was standing out in the free, outside the imperial city, as a free girl.

End of Prolouge. © of Telendil Delvanni.

And so the story begins...

Wonderfully depicted prologue, can't wait to see Salina's (mis)/adventures.

interesting, I wonder what Selina will think of about Mankar Camoran and The Mithic dawn...... and if she inherits Frostcrag Spire

Chapter 1: New Beginnings.


I figured that the first thing on my to do list, would be to get some food and rest, and at the same time I could explore the city. I sighed as I entered the Imperial Market district, after all these years I was now back. I was walking quickly with my red hood safely on shadowing my face, people were walking by my no one noticing my presence fortunately, and after a few minutes walk I found a rather cozy inn.

The main room was dark with a few chandeleirs and torches lighting up the place. A few of the patrons looked up at my arrival before going back to their buisness. With a swhirl of my robe I walked briskly to the innkeeper, a middleaged imperial woman with greying long hair. "How much for a room"? I whispered.

"Twelve septims for a night", she said. I looked around swiftly before dropping a pouch with forty septims in it (I had hastily 'liberated' it from a haughty nobleman that I ahd passed in the street earlier), "I want a good steak, some fine wine, and lastly I was never here", I said to the woman in an offhand matter.

"Of course, discretion is something I always offer", she said almost as if I had insulted her. She handed me a key and I walked up the stairs quickly. My room was at the end of a hallway and I swiftly locked myself in. The room itself was quite plain with nothing but a simple bed, a dresser and a nightstand. I locked the door behind me and removed my clothing before sinking into the bed under the blankets.

I sighed in pleasure, after five years of prison, a simple bed seemed like heaven, and even my healthy dose of paranoia seemed to diminish a little, until I remembered the damn amulet that I had to deliver. I cursed my family luck, I just happened to be the momentary caretaker of one of the most important artifacts in Tamriel with a bunch murdering cuthroaths after it, so now my choices were: A: run for it, most likely they would catch up on me and kill me. B: I could deliver the amulet, and most likely knowing my luck I would be unwillingly dragged into a situation that wold grow completely out of proportions and most likely get me killed,. C: I could go about my daily life and try to train myself up and aquire a position of power where I could have others to...maybe not rely on, sacrifice 'for the greater good' maybe, but not rely on...tough choices eh?

No, what I really needed was to train myself and lay low, however with these assassins after me my life expectancy was rather low...unless...if I just happened to die due to and 'unfortunate fire', that would blow them off my tracks, and I could find myself a nice little hidey hole and try to train myself up towards my ridicously overpowered sisters level, I snorted at that, riiight my sister is something by herself, a real piece of work, after all did she or did she not have just about an entire house of triggerhappy spellslinging mages with overimaginative violent personalities at her disposal, not to mention all of those rather 'questionable' books and artifacts she had gathered, ah yes my sister with all of her peculiar hobbies and personality quirks was first and foremost someone you didn't piss off.

As a matter of fact, the last time someone had pissed her off she had activated her newst spell, a spell that was designed to speed up teleporting by 300%, of course this made the teleportation to fast to handle, and so the poor imperial who had come to ask her about ten years of missing taxes, had teleported out after almost getting char-grilled by a fireball, the imperials spent almost a week picking up bits and pieces of him that had been scattered about Vvardenfell. I chuckled at the memory, and having come to my conclusion I geared up again, and picked out from my sack a large bottle of oil that I had found in the cave, and started to methodically splashing it around, before putting to more flasks unopened on the floor.

Carefully I opened the window, and threw the nightlamp to the floor, immediately igniting the oil. I grabbed the beam outside the window, and used it to hoist myself up on the roof, where I snuck as stealthily as possible towards the end of the roof, and with one quick jump I had landed on the roof of the next building, unfortunately I had chosen to jump into a bundle of fish nets, and spent the next hour of disentangling myself from the nets, only to be blasted to the floor again by a powerful explosion that blew the inn into pieces of thimber, aparently the inn ahd a large abount of brandy on barrels, ah well there was nothing I could do about that anyways.

Some might be disgusted by my actions, most likely more than a few persons died in the fire, however I was nothing if not a Telvanni, and survival instict always came first (alongside with paranoia that is), and with everyone believing me to be dead, I had quite the advantage over my would be assassins, as a matter of fact when I peeked over the rooftop I was on, I could see two of them in the crowd crossing out what looked like a name on a piece of paper, before turning and heading back into the night. I sighed agains as my fatigue and battered condition claimed me back into unconciousness.

Ok So now the story about Salina is started, this is of course just a beginning of the first chapter, so I hope you guys like it.

I'd forgotten just what I like about the Delvannis. Now I know. It is the total disregard for other people's lives. As long as the Delvanni is doing fine, the world is a good place. If not, spells must be thrown.

Hm, great new start Tellie. I really liked the way you handled the problem with the Mythic Dawn cultists. The move was a little extreme, but I'm used to extreme moves from my fics (heck, any political maneuvering done by Lhotun involves at least someone dying). I also liked the way your character thinks.

The only thing I didn't really like was a mistake or two in the spelling department but that can be overlooked.

HAHAHAHA!!! Jackie you just took the words right out of my mouth! It is gonna be so fun to read more about the spell-casting murder-machines called The Delvanni-sisters! yayyyyyyy

Here we go! The story begins after a long overdue absence. Glad to see this starting once again. I hope to see more of the typical Delvanni lifestyle displayed as the story continues.

I wonder if even a dunmer's body would survive that explosion to be found....... Great reboot to the story, can't wait to see it in all its burning glory!

I awoke with a groan, "did someone get the owner of that horse", I muttered. To be true I felt like a herd of guars had decided to use me as a runway, so it propably wasn't my best idea to stay on the rooftop of the closest building when the inn went out in a blaze of glory (literally). Rolling over I grabbed my soft pillow...'wait PILLOW, what the devil is going on', still pretending to wake up I caught a glimpse of a dark robed man who was standing in a dark room, the only piece of furniture seemed to be the bed in which I was lying along with a dresser and a nightstand.

With a start i jumped of, and was about to throw a fireball at the soon to be roasted human, only to find myself at the floor with stars passing by my eyes. The figure laughed at me, and I glared up at him. He was wearing a simple black robe and hood, with matching gloves and shoes, with a sword at his side, his face was a bit pale, with a cruel smile, and a hidden intelligence mixed with amusement shining in his eyes.

"Care to tell me why you have taken me prisoner"? I snapped at him.

The man looked amused at my for a moment before going into an explanation. "I was watching your actions at the inn, you actually took care of my target, and so I had to repay you by taken you to safety. You see I serve a faction, with rather...questionable legality, and you are a murderer, clean and simple", he said with a smile.

I pondered for a minute, most likely with my luck this guy was a Dark Tosserhood Whimp, as my sister used to call them, and when taking the family luck into this he wanted to recruit me. "Well", I said stalling the time, "I wouldn't go that far, after all the fire was...'accidental', after all who was I to know that the storage of brandy happened to be above my room", I asked politely.

The man laughed a bit. "Thats true, but still you are a murderer, and I, I am Lucien Lachance, a speaker for the Dark Brotherhood, and a mamber of the Black Hand, and we would like to offer you a place amongst us".

A word that summed my feelings good right now...'Bugger' still joining a bunch of assassins did have it's advantages...safehouses for one, and cheap good stealthy reliable equipment, beside I could use my position to spy on the buggers and kill them later when I could get away with it. "I'll join up', I said after a moment.

"Excellent, first you will take this dagger, then you shall travel to the inn of Ill Omen, a few hours south of this safe house. There you will find a man named Rufio, you will kill him, and then the next time you sleep in a location I deem safe I shall contact you for further instructions", he said as he handed me an ebony dagger, "do you have any questions"?.

I looked down at my hand for a moment, feeling rage mount up in me, but I concieled it as giddyness, "Yes..." I said as I rose up from the floor, and sheathed the dagger, with a swift movement I rammed my knee into his groin, and was pleased to hear him whimper in pain, as he dropped to the floor cluthing his lower areas..."YOU BROKE MY FINGERNAIL...NEVER BREAK A WOMAN'S FINGERNAIL" I yelled at him, and delivered another kick and was pleased to hear him whimper again 'poor bugger propably never been this humiliated before'I thought with a smirk.

Looking down at his now sickly paled face, I smiled, "I guess we'll see eachother after I've forced Rufio to push up the daisies then", I said with a smile, before grabbing my robe and hood, and went out of the house. Outside, I could see that it was already dark, and seeing as I didn't fancy a long walk I jumped up on the beautiful black mare that stood hidden behind a few trees. She was a bit wild at first, but after a few moments struggle I had control, I whipped her around and then went off in a fast gallop towards the inn of Ill Omen.

Two and a half hours later I arrived at the inn, it was completely dark outside so I tied the horse up in the stables, before I headed into the inn, making sure to conceal my face with my hood. I managed to find a table in a dark corner, and ordered a pint of ale, before sitting down and listened to the conversations around me. A few hours later, I had heard some pretty interesting rumours, and I had also managed to slip a letter of inheritance out of someone's pocket, before I saw an old man who looked scared out of his wit's head towards a trap door close to the entrance, the words "goodnight Rufio", cleared all of my suspicions as the man practically bolted for the trap door, and went down, 'yes good night indeed, perhaps I should make his night permanent then', I thought as I softly opened the trap door.

I snuck carefully along the walls, avoiding any sources of light as I went, my silent footsteps sounded like thunder I thought, but after I took a left turn at the end of a dark corridor, I found Rufio was already asleep in his bed. I walked softly over to the bed, deciding to do the murder a little cleaner, I forced a bottle potions down his throat, the man was still asleep.

Then I dragged him carefully out of the bed, before tying a hangman's noose with a rope, and put it around his neck and tightened, with a massive display of strenght, I managed to string him up by putting the rope over a nearby beam, and tie it to a pillar nthat was in the room, Rufio was now throughly dead, and then I took a chair, and placed it innocently a beside the man hanging from the rafters, to make it look as though he had kicked the chair out from under him to hang himself.

As a finishing touch I took a piece of paper, some ink and a quill, and wrote a sappy goodbye letter to 'whomever it might concern', with shaking hands, and put it on the nightstand. With a wave of goodbye I left the room, only to stand face to face with the innkeeper when I had exited the trapdoor, and he was holding what looked to be a big...VERY BIG hammer...'ouch' was my first thought.

"Did you get what you were looking for stranger", he said angrily. Raising an eyebrow at him, I answered in a dissappointed tone, "It was a dead issue I'm afraid, Rufio was apparently strung up in buisness", 'it's true after all...at least from my point of view', with that I headed out to get 'my' horse, and headed out towards chorrol...I had a bloody amulet to get rid off.

And that's the new update, as you can see, Salina already have plans to exterminate the Dark Tosser Whimps, as she and Telina calls them.

Hm, my Oblivion character Magnus the Battlemage is also a member of the Brotherhood, somewhat against his will though. He too has plans to exterminate them but it is a pretty tough proposition in-game.

Regarding the update, I liked it. I liked the fact that you made the murder look like a suicide on Rufio's part. One thing I didn't like though was kicking Lachance where it hurt the most. I don't think he would come to you in your sleep after that, more likely slit your throat in your sleep. Anyway, it's your funeral.

Keep up the good work!

Ya know, I agree with Griff. If I were Lucien, I would have her assassinated or at least make sure she doesn't become a member. Even the Dark Brotherhood can't use mentally unstable members who can flip out for no reason whatsoever.

Perhaps Lucien respects her for being able to get a hit in on him. It clearly indicates that she can be good for the Brotherhood. We'll just have to wait and see where she takes things from here.

You seem to have a certain predisposition to having your characters target their enemies' sensitive area. I realize that this is a very effective manner to take them down, and I probably speak for all guys when I say that it makes me cringe every time you write about it. Is there some particular reason why every guy she has met has suffered the same fate?

I'm gonna guess and say it's of humour value. Anyways, this update was interesting. I do wonder how Salina is going to interact with these other assassins, should the opportunity arrive.

Or maybe it is family tradition. (Err, I pity the Delvanni guys.)

And how she's going to interact? She's probably going to kill everyone for letting her stand in line for breakfast.

Actually planty, earlier, when Salina went aginst other enemies, she didn't have much spell knowledge, or skills with a sword, preffering to use simple easy to cast spells.

And so when she was introduced to the martial arts, she dove into it with a vengeance, and she showed great skill of adapting a combination between martial arts and spellcasting...imagine blocking a punch only for the punch 'slam' out a fireball at you.

And also seeing as most of her enemies are male, she has a natural alignement to kicking them there (it all started when one of her trainers, a former redoran at that complained about her techinques, and decided to show her how a 'real' duel was...poor bugger walked with a limp for two weeks.

Next update shall propably be up in the wekend.

Et tu!

Wait... umm...

Nevermind?

Nice work as usual Tellie. Keep it up.

>_> It seems I've failed to read the date-markers as usual.

Okay just a short one for now, but I'll see if I can't do something longer soon. I've spent a large amount of time trying to edit 'Telina' for spelling mistakes, and it's eating away a lot of my time. If you are interested in some of my other works, check out my profile at Fanfiction.net, there should be a link in my signature . Good night everybody.

By the time I reached Weynon Priory it had already turned dark again, so it was with exhaustion that I handed the reins to the priory caretaker. “Jauffre is inside” he told me after I questioned him, so with a nod of thanks I headed into the living areas of the priory.

Seeing that the lower level was empty I headed upstairs to see if I could find anyone and to my luck I was confronted by an elder man whom appeared to be Jauffre. “And what can I help you with my child?” he said warmly.

“Perhaps we should sit down first”, I told him as I took a seat in a chair next to a large desk. Following my example he steeped his fingers and looked upon me with an expectant face.

“The Emperor gave me this just before he died and told me to ask you to find his son”, I said seriously as I handed over the Amulet of kings.

“It-it cannot be”, he whispered as he inspected it closer. “It truly is the amulet, well at least he sent you to the right person then. He came to me in the dead of night some decades ago with an infant boy in his arms, he told me to take care of him away from prying eyes. He did not tell me off the boy’s true parentage of course but I knew that it was his son, so I followed his orders and the boy, Martin was brought up unknown to most people”, here he stopped, as he pondered heavily on something.

“You must find Martin, last I heard from him he was at the village of Kvatch, serving as a priest at the chapel there, in order to help your journey a bit you may help yourself to the contents in my chest, as well as use one of the beds here at the priory”, he told me, before rudely leaving for his private room to no doubt ponder on how he was best going to fix this lovely mess that had been created with the Emperors death, and of course seeing as I had the usual Delvanni trouble magnetism with me I was most likely going to be that ‘someone’ who had to fix that mess, little did I know how much it would change my life.

Seeing as I could help myself to the contents of the chest I was more than happy to stock up on an Akaviri katana as well as a few potions and two handy healing scrolls, in addition I took off my steel cuirass and sunk sleepily under the covers of one of the beds.

“So”, a dark creepy voice awoke me, and true enough there stood Lucien Lachance, whom had now added what looked like metal plating in the crotch area of his black robe. “Rufio lies dead by your hand, and it was a most refreshing method you used to kill him with, so now I wish to welcome you into our unique…family”, he finished with a cold smile.

“You must go to the city of Cheydinhal, there you will find an abandoned house. Enter it and go down the basement, there you will find a door which when activated will ask ‘what is the colour of night’, to which you shall answer ‘Sanguine my brother’, after you have done that you shall talk to Ocheeva whom will give you further instructions, goodbye”, and with that he was gone all of a sudden, and I shivered in a brief moment of fear, I did not like people like him, though my sister would have loved to meet him, perhaps she would even have killed him quickly but I doubted it.

So since it was still dark I snuck out silently only to discover that the black steed I had used had been taken again, figures. So instead I was forced to accept the slightly old paint horse that stood in an enclosure instead, and then I set out full speed towards Cheydinhal.

I had a small problem with a violent wolf on the way, but other than that I made the one and a half day journey to Cheydinhal effortlessly, though I passed some decrepit forts and old Ayleid ruins on the way that I marked down on my map.

Inside Cheydinhal it was a quick matter to locate the old abandoned house that stood amongst some fine respectable manors, slightly more difficult was to actually open the door with the bad quality lockpicks that I had, fortunately however my past as a professional burglar and pickpocket saved my skin and the door swung open after my third pick. Quickly I hurried inside and down to the basement where a large stone door depicted by cruel acts of murder and a leering skull bathed in red light stood before me.

‘What is the colour of night?’, a bodiless whisper asked. “Sanguine my brother”, I told it stiffly and the door swung open, relieved I stepped inside and was greeted by a female argonian in dark shrouded armour with a matching hood.

“Ah yes you are the newest member to the family. I am Ocheeva, the steward of this sanctuary and the person whom shall instruct you off its uses. At the moment you will use this entrance when you go in or out, other entrances may be given to you should you survive long enough. The door to the left in this room leads to the sanctuary training room while the right one leads to the dining room and sleeping quarters, here is your armour, and now after you feel ready I suggest you go and see Vincente Valtieri”, she said as she gave me my new armour, and with a last “Goodbye sister”, she left.

Shrugging I changed into the surprisingly tightly fitting armour, and spent a brief moment of admiration of the clever enchantments that was placed on it. As I was walking down towards a corridor on the other side of the room I stopped by to a green robed Kahjiit whose name was D’Skar. The overgrown cat was extremely rude and arrogant, but he did give me very good prices of the stuff I sold him, and I even managed to get a necklace with a constant effect of detect life with a range up to thirty feet, though it left my funds just about depleted.

With my sack now considerably lighter from both armour, weapons, spare clothing and other miscellaneous items I went in search of Vincente. Vincente (whom I discovered to be a vampire) was inhabiting his study at the inner reaches of the sanctuary when I reached him.

“Welcome dear sister, I am Vincente Valtieri, and I will be the one you report in for contracts, are you willing to take one?” he asked smoothly, and I briefly fought against a vampire attraction charm. At my nod he smiled a fanged disturbing smile. “Excellent, I don’t know how you feel about pirates, but there is a pirate ship named the Elena Marena docked at the Imperial Waterfront. She must not be allowed to leave, so you are to enter the ship and kill it’s captain Tussaud, if you manage to kill him without killing any other crew members you will receive a bonus in addition to your normal fee”, nodding my understanding I moved out of the sanctuary and started my trek towards the Imperial City, I had a pirate to deal with.

Standing at the Imperial City docks in the waterfront section I pondered my next move. The ship was heavily guarded and it was doubtless that I could sneak past all of the crew members, especially in the middle of the day, however I had just the thing that I needed with me. At the edge of the dock stood several crates and barrels, including one filled with ale, and if there was once thing I knew about pirates it was that they liked to drink.

After some discreete glances towards the ship I was relieved to find that there was no one watching me, so I quickly fetched out my pack and glanced at the ingredients. 'No nightflower that complicates manners', I though as I looked over the ingredients, however I did have a small pouch of moon sugar, which should in theory prove strong enough to cancel the deadly poison of the small amount of aconite I had.

After some furious brewing I carefully added the moon sugar, before pouring the warm potion into a flask. This particular draught, was one I knew by heart simply beacuse Telina had made me brew it until I could perfect it with my eyes closed, and with several different ingredients.

Picking up the bottle, I carefully swhirled it three times counter-clockwise, one time clockwise, two times counter-clockwise before turning it upside down and gave it two shakes, before placing it carefully on the ground for it to mix properly. After ten minutes of waiting I felt satisfied that it was brewed correctly and I quickly removed the lid from the ale cag, and emptied the potion in it, hopefully by nightfall every single member of the pirate ship would be in the six day coma that this potion would bring forth.

After closing the lid again I crept carefully over to an open crate and crawled in, before closing the lid on that one as well, now all I ahd to do was to wait for the pirates to carry me inside the ship, from there on it should be easy to find the captain and kill him.

Sure enough a few hours later my crate was picked up and carried onto the ship by the boisterous pirates, and I could not believe my own luck, with the exception of one unlucki parate every single one of them was going to have a party tonight and I grinned as I realized there would only be one guard, easy to deal with.

I waited patiently for many hours and eventually everyone went to sleep except for the one who was standing guard, however that did not give me the right to be careless and I gently removed the lid from the crate before walking through the ghost ship. It did not take me long to find the captain's cabin, however the guard was standing outside it with a watchful eye so I figured that I would have to be creative. with some difficulty I managed to hide myself up in the rafters, and once I was secure enough that I would not fall down I dropped an empty flask to the deck, where it promptly shattered. "Whose there?" the guard said uncertainly as he moved slowly towards where the he heard the sound, and I breathed a soft sigh of relief as he passed me.

Silently as a cat I dropped down to the floor in a haunched position and then I quickly grabbed him in his neck, before pressing hard down on a certain point nin the neck and was rewarded by the pirate fainting dead away. After a quick search of his unconcious body I had found the key that would take me into the captain's cabin, and I found the pirate captain to be dead asleep on his bed. Softly sliding out the Ebony Dagger that Lachance had given me I made a quick stab into his juggular before walking away to the back oof the cabin where a door led out onto a balcony. A quick leap later and I was swimming away from the scene of the crime. As I reached the riverbank where my horse was located I shook off as much water I could before mounting up and speeding off back to Cheydinhal to get my reward.

AN/ Not too long, but then again I have several other stories at Fanfiction.net that are taking up a lot of my time, and the editing of Telina is taking more time than I though (honestly I'm wincing when I read it from all the spelling mistakes). Thanks to all of you guys (and girls) who have followed my story, I couldn't do it without you

Great to see you're still writing Telina, looks like your writing style is still pretty much the same, I'll be looking forward to more.

Oh and what is your fanfiction.net name? Just wondering since I read a few stories there every now and again.

Edit: By the way your grammar seems quite a bit better as well, keep up the great work Tellie.

This chapter is my fave so far, but this paragraph stands out as powerfull in its own right! - I read it three times and was bowled over every time!



Another paragraph where you excelled yourself and knocked the reader off their seats!!!!!!




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SPEW! - Lucien Lachance - broken fingernail... SPEW! GASP!




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I am loving this story, I hope you will continue it!




SPEW! CHOKE! GASP! ROFL !!!!!!



I love your writing!

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A new update mainly for you mALX, but for the rest of you as well of course, enjoy.



"And so the pirate captain is dead and no one else in the crew died, though why no one can awaken them is curious, anyway you completed the mission with style that I have not seen in centuries, so it is with great pleasure that I give you the Black Band, it is a ring that should suit your needs dear sister, as well as your two hundred septim reward, come back to me should you need another contract", Vincente told me with a fanged grin.

I simply nodded at him as I allowed my small magical senses detect the enchantments on the ring. It appeared that the ring would enhance my skills with light armour and security as well as giving a small sense of magical resistance, pleased with my reward I decided to get some rest for my next contract.

A few hours once again found me sitting before Vincente who was sipping on a goblet with blood. "In Bruma there is an old Wood Elf called Baenlin, you are to kill him. Additionally if you manage to make it look like an accident and not kill his manservant Gromm you shall recieve a bonus as well. The easiest way to stage the accident would be after 8pm, since Baenlin always take a nap in his favourite chair at that time, and there just happen to be a very large minotaur head mounted on the wall directly over the chair, so if you manage to sneak in and cut the ropes it would look like an accident, after all some times ropes just don't hold if you follow me"? He said.

As always I gave him a slight nod before I quickly left his prescience I did not really like any members of the Brotherhood and especially not the centuries old vampire, besides I had some money to make. Fortunately the trip to Bruma was not too long and although it got quite cold in the end a small warming spell made sure that the cold did not bother me.

After entering Bruma I stopped the closest guard to gather some information. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I might find Baenlin good Sir? I have a parcel for him”.

The guard looked hastily around to make sure he wasn’t under watch. “Well lass, I’m a very lonely man…perhaps you could do something for me”.

While disgusted at his pathetic attempts at flirtation I spotted an opportunity. I stepped close to him so that my mouth rested near his ears. “Perhaps a few Septims for a drinking night at the inn would help you” I whispered in his ear as my left hand dropped a few coins into his hand…at the same time as my left slit a hole in his money pouch with my dagger, allowing me to collect a far greater amount than the one I’d given away to him.

“O-HO yeh have a sense of humour lass…I thank ye and shall indeed spend my hard earned coin at the inn tonight. Baenlin’s house be just east from here, follow the street to the end and turn left an ye’ll find his house somewhere up the street, there is a sign outside ‘is door so there’ll be no problems finding it”.

I smiled my thanks and left, happily placing the twenty-nine Septims into my own more discreet money pouch, and I had to grin as I heard him bellow in rage once he found out that he had been robbed blind. Still I quickened my pace, evidence or no Dunmer were often found ‘guilty’ in matters like these…after all ‘resisting arrest’ alone was enough for a thousand Septim fine or a month in the ‘most hospitable’ Imperial Jail Service, and strangely enough I had no real desire to check out more prison cells in the foreseeable future.

Still I eventually came to Baenlin’s house and after a few rounds I decided to take the way of the basement, and after a quick check to establish that I was undetected I dropped silently into his basement through a small broken window.

Once inside I proceeded with more caution and to my relief I heard the manservant Gromm talk to his master. “I’m going down to the Tavern for some supplies, after all it is not everyday your nephew has his birthday innit?”

“No it isn’t, very well, I’ll just sit here and relax in my chair while you’re out, we can finish my latest batch of memoirs later”.

I waited for a few more minutes and then slowly opened the door that led up to the ground floor of the house. Baenlin’s snores were a small comfort to me and I snuck quickly up to the second floor. The crawlspace Vincente had mentioned was disapprovingly easy to locate and open, and I nearly lost my lunch as my fine nose was assaulted by the foul reek of decaying flesh.

A rat had apparently managed to get into the crawlspace and died, therefore creating a most foul odour in the small room, still I could use it to my advantage. Fighting down my disgust I grabbed the rat by the head and methodically began to use it to chew through the rope holding the Minotaur head fastened to the wall. The sudden snap of the ropes followed by a meaty thud almost made me jump with the suddenness.

Discarding the rat I snuck downstairs and saw Bainlin lying in a pool of his own blood on the floor, and his head was disturbingly flat shaped. With a shrug I escaped from the way I came in. Once outside I went to the closest clothes vendor where I…’appropriated’ a travel worn dark green robe and hood. My new clothes served me well enough and I escaped the still angry guard without suspicion. Now I just had a small hike until I was back amongst the murdering cutthroats that called themselves my family…but sooner or later, preferably sooner their day would come and I would smile as I sentenced their souls to Oblivion.

EW! The dead rat - and she touched it! GAAAAAK!!! Really funny, I love the guard scene too! (and THANK YOU) MORE! MORE!!!!!!!!!!!

You'd better!!!

I must say Tel, I like your writing style, fresh, straight forward with a distinct humorous touch...just the way a true Nord like you would be expected to write.

keep it coming, ya hear?

Yes Yes!!!!! That is two voices! I am still rolling picturing Lucien with that plate on his robe!

Further proof in this update the 'Eccentric' does indeed apply to all Delvanni, not just Telina. Enjoy.


“Ah Delvanni, a pleasure to see you, have you heard Baenlin died as a Minotaur head feel on him…how unfortunate”, I rolled my eyes at Vincente’s attempt to lighten the mood.

“Anyhow, here is your reward and I have another contract for you should you accept it”, I accepted the Elven dagger that had the name ‘Sufferthorn’ inscribed on the hilt.

“In the Imperial City prison resides a Dark Elf by the name Valen Dreth, his bark is worse than his bite and he will prove an easy pleasurable kill…an unnamed prisoner recently escaped through a series of tunnels leading into the sewers so you could take that way…I think you know the way hmm…?”

A chill settled over me. If these bastards knew about the fact that I had escaped from jail, perhaps they knew other things as well, hopefully I could find an opportunity to kill them soon. Without a word I left. While I could go by the route of the sewers I had a better idea.

A few hours later I knocked on the door that led into the Imperial City prison building and was greeted by the Jailor in charge. “Yes what can I help you with? Ma’am”, he added when he saw the ring on my finger. Honestly stealing Captain Renault’s signet ring was one of my best ideas so far.

“Cosades, Miriel Cosades. I’m a Captain of the blades sent here to interrogate Dreth about anything he saw the night our beloved Emperor was killed”.

The Jailor looked around for any sign of companions before letting me in. Fetching a key off his belt he gave it to me. “Tell Joren that he is to wait outside, I don’t want me or any of my subordinates involved in Blades business”.

I thanked him and opened the door, sending the guard out to wait. Once I heard the door close I locked it and walked over to Dreth’s cell. “That cage suits you you know”, I told him as I lowered my hood.

“Wha? You…you can get me out of here, hurry the keys are on the table down the hall”, he babbled hurriedly. I smiled at him before grabbing him by his shirt and proceeded to drag him as hard as I could into the bars.

He screamed as his nose broke and I allowed him to fall to the ground, After I unlocked his cell I ventured inside and proceeded to beat him senseless as I repaid him for five years worth of threats and taunts. After I while I stopped and looked down at the sorriest excuse of an elf I had ever laid eyes on, though I was supposed to kill him I was hesitant to sully my blade with his blood and eventually a devilish smirk stretched over my face as I caught an epiphany.

I unlocked the door that led out and bade the Jailor and guard to follow me. “By the nine what have you done to him?” the guard said as he took in Valen’s unconscious and battered state.

“This…filth aided the assassins who killed the Emperor by providing them with information through one of the guards…it would be a shame if he was to die here in this cell”, I said as I gave a pointed look at the Jailor.

The Jailor nodded with understanding and made a quick slashing motion over his throat to the guard. “Indeed Captain indeed, if you could just follow me so that we can finish the paperwork for your business here”.

As I followed him up to his office I heard the sound of a blade being drawn and a panicked cry of denial as it swept down. I vaguely remembered something Telina had once told me. ‘A good leader knows when to look the other way and a good soldier knows when to take the prisoner behind the rocks’, I understood now what she meant by it. After all an officer couldn’t risk a black spot to his name. I finished my fake signature with a twirl on the sheet of paper the Jailer presented me with and bade him good night.

Upon reaching Cheydinhal sanctuary Vincente was most pleased with the way I had handled things and presented me with the scales of Pitiless Justice which increased my natural strength, agility and intelligence but would cause people to like me a little bit less. Not too big of a disadvantage since I wasn’t a ‘people person’ to begin with, I still had too much ‘Telvanni Syndrome’ in me for that.

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I cursed the Dark Brotherhood as I trudged through Chorrol’s rain soaked streets and Vincente Valtieri in particular. Not sooner had I finished my contract before he damn near ordered me to ‘stage’ a murder in Chorrol. Apparently some drunken honoured user who dared to call himself a nobleman had ended up borrowing money from the wrong kind of people, and I had been sent there to stab him with a dull blade coated with poison to make it look like he was dead.

That in of itself had not been too bad. I had waited until the argonian who had been hired by the loan sharks to kill Motierre arrived. We had a small argument, apparently his superiors made it clear that he had to be the one who had to kill Motierre. Naturally as soon as he said these words I stabbed Motierre with the blade and to make sure that he went down I gave him a swift one in the soft tissue to be sure.

Of course this didn’t sit too well with the Argonian ‘has been’ assassin and he had promptly chased me through Chorrol’s streets before abandoning me like a nobleman would abandon his mistress after finding out he would be a father.

Twenty four hours later I snuck into the Chapel undercroft and administered the antidote to the poison which made Motierre seem dead. Fortunately or unfortunately his complaints about my unwanted kick ended when Motierre’s not dead enough ancestors decided that a Delvanni was the right sort of person to join them in ‘unlife’. Naturally I promptly showed both the blasted corpses and Motierre exactly why you didn’t get a Delvanni mad. I’m hesitant to go into details when I spoke to Motierre afterwards but suffice to say he spent the walk down to the ‘Grey Mare’ apologizing and pleading for his life, amusing me in the process and as such I was only ‘slightly mad’ at the Dark Brotherhood when I arrived back at the sanctuary.

“Excellent Delvanni just excellent”, Vincente practically simpered. Apparently my mood was revealed when I had kicked his door off its hinges and overturned his desk, who knew.

“As a reward take this enchanted bow as well as your standard monetary reward of course…normally at this point I would have offered you the gift of Vampirism but somehow I think you would turn down my offer”, he looked at my steel plated toes and unconsciously crossed his legs, perhaps my greeting to Lucien had become somewhat of a common knowledge in the sanctuary.

Properly amused I actually thanked him and accepted my reward, as well as a key that would allow me to use the well entrance instead of walking through the decadent house above us, it quite frankly gave me the creeps…who knew when the house would come tumbling down over me.

“I hereby promote you to the rank of Eliminator, from now on your contracts will be given to you by Ocheeva, so I doubt we will have much more contact with each other”. I ignored his mutter ‘thank the Night Mother’ and stalked off to find Ocheeva, hopefully with my steadily increasing rank within the brotherhood I would soon become acquainted with the leaders of this murderous band of lowlives, when I reached that point the Dark Brotherhood would become united with Sithis and the Night Mother…forever.

I love it!!!! More More!!! This is great!!!

Oh la la.....Lil sister is really a big bite to chew! But I like her....I do..

Excellent writing my dear!

Once I found Ocheeva she already had a contract for me. “In the Imperial City resides a High Elf with the name of Faelian, he must be eliminated. Further more Addamus Phillida has been investigating the brother as of late, make sure you kill Faenlin when no others can see it”.

I nodded and left to find Teinaava, she usually had a small golden nugget of information that could prove helpful. “Faenlin you say? I’ve heard of him, he and his friend Lorkmir are big skooma addicts”, well that was interesting. Skooma meant that the Elf would be so high that he wouldn’t even feel my blade slicing into him.

Once I had entered the Imperial City I was faced with a problem, I had no idea of where Lorkmir, or his house for that matter resided, however after dispensing some ‘Telvanni Questioning’ the poor random beggar provided me with everything there was to know about Lorkmir and his house…strange how susceptible people are to share information when a fireball is pointed towards a certain male bodypart…perhaps I could write a book about males and their fixation on length and stamina…or not, such a book would probably lead to questions better left unanswered.

After locating Lorkmirs house in the Elven Gardens I was faced with the problem of unlocking the door. I’d like to think that I haven’t gone rusty from my past days as a professional thief and burglar, so I’m quite sure that the thirty nine lockpics I broke were due to poor quality, instead of my own lack of skill…nevertheless I did manage to open the door, breaking my last pick while I was at it, and with my mood being in the state it was…well I’m sure I do not need to draw a diagram of what happened to Faenlin.

Strangely enough I found another dead body in the cellar of the house and can only assume that it used to belong to Lorkmir…until his soul was forcibly ‘repossessed’ that is. Now that I had two bodies for my own personal use I decided to do a bit of ‘crime-scene rigging’ making it look like they killed each other in their drugged stage. After all with the amount of skooma and moonsugar that was scattered throughout the house the guards would have no troubles of thinking that the two addicts killed each other in their drugged state.

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“Ah Delvanni, I heard about what you did, a fine work of art, so here take this monetary reward, nothing else I’m afraid…unless…I do have another contract if that would be satisfactory?”

At this point I was seriously considering my chances of survival if I gave her a ‘haircut’, perhaps it would be best to wait for later.

“Sure tell me of the contract”, I said through gritted teeth.

She gave me a smug smile that again inspired feelings of the volatile nature in me. “At the old Fort Sutch is a Warlord named Roderick. He has recently fallen ill and only lives thanks to a medicine that is supplied to him. I need you to swap the medicine bottle with a bottle of poison…in addition you absolutely cannot be seen during this mission, if you are you must kill him yourself”.

Ah of course, sneak into a guarded fort filled with bandits, why not smear some sheep’s blood on me and throw me to the wolves while we were at it? Cursing everything imaginable I left the sanctuary to find this Warlord and his merry men.

It's all great as usual!!! Here is my favorite line:





I very nearly spewed on my (already ruined from reading your Lucien Lachance episodes) keyboard!!!!

I love this story so much, your writing style and the familiar world and quests of Oblivion - LOVE IT !!!!!!

I'm working on a slightly bigger than usual update (about 4-5 pages in word) BUT I can provide everyone with a small sneak peak of the last chapter/battle scene, It will be a spoiler...but not a spoiler, as you'll only get to understand who will be fighting and in what way.

So if you guys want the update simply tell me so (Yes mALX that means you and don't worry the update is about halfway done, excpect lots of sarcasm and cynicism)

WOO HOO !!!! Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about !!!! WOOOOOOOT !!!!

NOTE THIS IS A SPOILER THAT SHOWS SOME OF THE LAST FINAL BATTLE IN THIS STORY IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING THIS PLEASE DON'T CONTINUE SCROLLING DOWN.

For the rest of you please enjoy, this scene starts after the mission to retrieve the amulet of kings.











I had just finished my rest and was about to lead the way to the Imperial City when the doors to Cloud Ruler Temple burst open and two bloodied Blades operatives entered. One of them was unmistakably dead judging by the extra ‘smile’ that stretched across his throat.

“My Lords I bring grave news”, he panted. Giving a small sideway’s glance to Martin I knelt next to the wounded Redguard.

“Tell us everything”.

The Redguard nodded and took in another lungful of air. “I was outside Cheydinhal when it happened, the-the Deadra are opening another one of those infernal gates, like the one you destroyed outside Bruma, on my way here I found the body of Alastor” he pointed to the dead Blades member next to him.

“He carried a note that said another one is opening outside Chorrol”.

Before I could curse the Gods and my particular brand of luck, Martin beat me to it in a most impressive swearing fit that would impress even my sister. “Of all the people I would never think to hear such words come out of your mouth Martin”, I said to him wile holding back a grin of amusement”.

Martin merely waved it off, “We have to divide our Forces then, those gates must be stopped”. The look of anguish on his face sent waves of pity and sorrow throughout my body as I realized he would never forgive me for my next action.

“We cannot”, I held up my hand to halt his outburst. “We have the Amulet of Kings, OUR job is to get you to the Imperial City where you can relight the Dragonfires, we cannot dived our forces into three and still keep you safe”.

His face went through a myriad of emotions before settling on indifference. “Very well, lead the way, Knight Delvanni”, the cold emotionless tone he used sent a knife of pain through me, I believe I would have preferred him yelling at me

I nodded at him while blinking away tears from my eyes. With a cautious eye I inspected the men I had with me, Jauffre, Baurus and seven other Blades in full armour. “Baurus get the Emperor his armour, I have no doubt he will need it”, Baurus gave a quick nod before jogging towards Martins room.

In my peripheral vision I caught sight of a small group of knights dressed in white and red garments led by their commander, a man whose name was know only to a few select individuals myself not included.

“Lord Crusader, I cannot in good conscience leave the Emperor, is there anything you can do?”

The Knight of the Nine turned his helmeted head towards me before stepping forward. “The Knights of the Nine will forever fight for the preservation of the Empire and its people, where do you want us?”

I smiled slightly in thanks. The Lord Crusader was a man of few words, blunt as a hammer but he was one of the best fighters I had ever heard of. “We can only save one of the cities, Cheydinhal has the largest population so I would advise you to go there”.

The Knight of the Nine nodded before removing his helmet, and I had to hold back a gasp of surprise, he was young…very young less than thirty if I had to guess, yet his deep blue eyes held a wisdom only acquired by those of old age how intriguing.

His face held a smile as he grasped my hand. “My name is Aurelius Maximus, it has been an honour to fight with you Salina Delvanni, perhaps we all go to our deaths but believe me when I say that I shall not die until that gate lies in ruins…fare thee well M’Lady”, he bent down and delivered a chaste kiss on my hand and his disciples copied their commander by bowing low, before turning and leaving, all without saying a word.

Shrugging at their strange behavior I looked back at the last remaining members of the Blades all of them veterans in combat, and ready to die for Martin in a heartbeat.

“The sacrifice of Chorrol is a regrettable if necessary loss, But now we can make a difference, We can relight the Dragonfires and send the Daedra screaming back to the depths of Oblivion, FOR THE EMPIRE”, I roared the last words while drawing Goldbrang from its sheath. My sister would probably shake her head to my words, but then again she had a lot more reasons to dislike the Empire than I did.

The entire ride to the Imperial City was spent in nerve wracking silence, and our hearts were tested as we saw the telltale signs of smoke and fire rise from Chorrol and Cheydinhal, fortunately no signs of Daedra invasion was visible in the city.

When we reached the Imperial City we went straight to the Palace to meet with the Elder Council. Fortunately or unfortunately whichever way you want to look on it the only member there was High Councilor Ocato, who stepped back slightly upon seeing me, no doubt he still remembered the fist imprint I had left on his cheek last time we met. A fight was avoided however when Jauffre informed him of Martin and why we were here.

“I must say this is a most surprising pleasure, Prince Martin as the head of the Elder Council it is my distinct pleasure to WHAT?” he yelled suddenly when an Imperial Legionnaire had burst through the door and stumbled over to them.

“The Daedra sire, they are inside the city everywhere, we can’t hold them off”.

Yet again my curses were interrupted when six Dremora burst through the door. Before anyone had a chance to react I blasted them with a dose of lightning that left them twitching on the ground. Quickly drawing Goldbrand I charged at the oncoming second wave of Daedra filth, Baurus, no matter what you get Martin to the Temple” I yelled over my shoulder as my blade clashed against the Daedric claymore of a Xivilai.

Before I could strike again he swept me away with his sword. I was a good fighter, a very good one in fact but by the nines these Xivilai were strong. His follow up strike brought me to my knees as I blocked the overhead chop with my shield and the lance of pain that blossomed in my arm told me that I had probably sprained one of the bones.

Cursing I rolled away from his second strike, and my anger started to simmer when I realized that the blasted creature was laughing at me.

“You enjoy pain do you? THEN I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS”, I shouted as I allowed a chain of lightning bolts fly from my hand, and its screams of pain as the deadly blue/white bolts cascaded over its body was music to my ears.

Spitting at the still twitching corpse I led the Blades and Royal Guards out into the courtyard of the Palace, forming a protective cordon around Martin and Ocato as we went. Outside the place was chaos, I spotted the bodies of three dead guards with a whole host of lesser Daedra surrounding them the reason no more guards were dead became apparent as I saw a group of twelve members of the Imperial Watch rain a host of arrows into the Daedra.

A huge plume of fire blasted the dozen remaining Daedra to the ground and when the smoke cleared there were nothing left of them but dust, turning quickly I spotted Ocato lovingly caressing his staff while whispering sweet nothings to it. Hiding my chill of discomfort I led us into the Temple District where all of us were immediately blasted to the ground by an unknown force.

While I waited for my vision to return I heard screams of the dying and shouts for help along with the sounds of Daedra howling and steel meeting unholy steel, and as my sight returned a wave of dread washed over me. Standing between us and the Temple of the One was the massive red skinned four armed form of Mehrunes Dagon, worse was the fact that I could count no less than seven Daedra gates scattered through the district.

“Quick protect Martin”, I yelled, yet no confirmations came, the others were either dead or unfit to fight, both Ocato and Jauffre were nursing broken legs and Baurus was unconscious if not dead, only Martin, myself and the guard captain of the Royal guards remained standing.

With lethal ferocity we threw ourselves at our enemy, fighting through the dozens of Daedra trying to stop us, I slashed as stabbed everywhere, and my magicka was at an all time low. A scream sounded beside me and the sudden splash of red liquid that hit my face told me that the guard captain had met an unfortunate end. Martin quickly stepped up beside me, bashing aside a Daedroth with his shield as he did so. We were nearly there, all we had to do was to get past Dagon and we would be inside the Temple of the One.

The next thing that happened nearly stopped my heart, Mehrunes Dagon saw straight at us, and nearly in slow motion the axe in his lower right arm swung against us, closing my eyes I grabbed Martin intending to shield him as best I could with my own body.

I screamed as the axe impacted on my back. Amazingly my enchanted Daedric armour held up and both Martin and myself were flung back to door we came from. With bone crushing impact we hit the door and feel to the ground amongst our wounded and dead allies.

“Foolish Mortals, did you really believe you could defeat me?I AM THE PRINCE OF DESTRUCTION, LORD OF CHAOS AND YOU SHALL ALL DIE AT MY FEET”, Dagon’s voice sounded like a thousand nails scraping against porcelain plates and I screamed as I held my ears.

To my dismay I found out that I had no chance of moving, my lower body was trapped under the heavy oak doors we had crashed into and Martin’s leg was bend in a strange angle, and with the pain in my chest I was sure I had more than one broken rib. Tears welled in my eyes as the multitude of Daedra enclosed on us, looking over to Martin I saw that he was oddly calm about the situation.

“It’s honour to die by your side sir”, I said as I closed my eyes for probably the last time in my life.

“It has been an honour to have lived by yours my friend”.

Looking up I saw a Xivilai standing with his weapon raised and strangely enough a look of intense fear on its face.

Before it could do anything a blast of magic so strong it rattled my bones blasted it and its compatriots away, killing several of them as they impacted on the walls. Turning my head I saw three cloaked figures step over us and halt halfway over the courtyard looking straight at Mehrunes Dagon.

“WHO ARE YOU TO STAND AGAINST ME”? He yelled at the three figures, who one by one removed their cloaks prompting gasps of surprise to erupt from the survivors in the district.

The first one to remove his cloak was golden skinned, wearing strange golden armour and his hands was holding a simple metallic staff that practically hummed with suppressed energy “Sotha Sil”, he stated with an emotionless tune.

The next one wore nothing except a small brown loincloth and his skin was half golden and half ash grey but the magic swirling around his clenched fists spoke volumes about the power of the individual opposing the Prince of Destruction. “It is I Vivec, I’m sure you remember me”, he said causing the Daedra Prince to wince slightly as he was reminded of his earlier defeat at Vivec’s hand.

My heart was in my throat as the last individual removed the cloak, Revealing a woman of relatively short stature, with ash grey skin of the dunmer. The woman had shoulder length snow white hair and she was clad in a gold and silver armour polished so great that one could reflect oneself in it and her hand clasped a bluish white claymore.

Looking back towards me she shot a small wink at me before turning towards Mehrunes Dagon. “Telina Delvanni, Dunmer Goddess of War at your service Dagon…you didn’t really think I would allow you to harm my sister now did you?” she asked innocently before a sphere of white light burst from her hand towards Mehrunes Dagon.

The Daedra Prince screamed as the small sphere impacted on his chest and it became impossible to see anything due to the white light that seemed to permeate the entire district, and I smiled to myself, the great battle of the Third Era had only just begun…

OMG, I have chill bumps on my arm from the last paragraphs!!! The battle was fantastic, the injuries had me holding my breath - but the end scene had me screaming and jumping up and down in my chair !!!!!!! GAAAAAAAAAAH !!!! The BEST WRITE EVER !!!! HOLY CRAP !!!! I LOVE IT !!!!!!