Prologue
The chilling frost of a northern evening gripped him down to his very bones as the moonlight cast his dark silhouette upon the snowy mountainside. Scanning with a heightened sense of sight the vampire staked out the great city of Bruma, its granite walls casting a dark shadow upon the earth that hid a being from all but the most vigilant of hunters. It was a woman, a slender figure dressed entirely in the black livery of the Dark Brotherhood.
Moving with uncanny swiftness the vampire advanced upon his quarry, taking care to leap over every boulder, every bush that happened to block his path. As he closed in he couldn’t help but recognize the beauty of the woman. A beauty so perfect, so complete that it would put to shame the gods themselves should they unveil their true appearance. Perhaps that is why her fate was so hideous.
Stopping cold the vampire whispered softly, muttering a dark incantation into the night. Suddenly, thrusting his arm forward, an orb of brilliant light rushed from his fingertips. Smiling silently he watched as it sped toward its target, taking but half a second to make contact. The woman became deathly still, falling in a crumpled heap upon the powdery snow. At a comfortable pace the vampire covered the last dozen yards.
Laying the woman on her back he felt the pulse. Heart beating strong, she lay paralyzed but fully conscious, watching every move the vampire made. He lowered his head to hers, so close now that he could feel her heavy breathing upon his pale cheek.
“Shame.” He whispered in her ear. Closing his eyes he swiftly thrust his dagger into her abdomen. The purification was complete…
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I've got it in my head to write something, if only I can stay motivated.
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The Imperial City has sewers, but no toilets, no running water. Do skooma laws apply to architects?
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