The chronicles of Salina Delvanni. Prolouge., Just a little prolouge and Teaser of my next fic. Options

[Tellie]

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.

[Tellie]

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.