Blood of the Kyn, Volume II Options

[Dantrag]

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The start of Volume II; where stuff actually starts to happen. Enjoy.

Chapter 1 - Tensions

I am lost. Azyrek recited the words in his mind as he stood in the center of the Plaza Brindisi Dorom, in front of a beautifully sculpted pair of statues. He looked around one time to make sure there were no prying eyes.

His lips finally moved to form the words, and he felt a slight rumble beneath his feet. He heard rock grinding rock and looked down to see one slowly descending. It was large enough to stand on, so he did. The dremora slowly fell into darkness on a magickally suspended stone.

Azyrek could see nothing in the darkness, but he could tell that he had reached the bottom of whatever pit the Brotherhood had sent him to.

"We've been expecting you, Brother," he heard, just before a torch was lit, "Welcome to Bamz-Amschend. Cemented over when the Plaza was repaired, but the Dark Brotherhood laid claim."

Azyrek could tell from the accent that his 'brother' was a native dunmer, though his face was masked.

"Thank you, Brother."

"I will show you to your room soon. First, you must follow me."

Azyrek followed the mer, and in the torchlight could see that they were in an old, old place. He had never seen any ruins such as these before. Judging by the machinery, they had to be from the dwemer. A stark contrast to the old Ayleid fortresses he would see in Cyrodiil. They went further down and eventually into a tunnel. The metal and stonework disappeared, making it obvious that it had been dug long since the dwemer walked the halls.

They came to a door, and the other assassin stood by it.

"The Speaker awaits you, Azyrek."

Azyrek opened the door to find a surprisingly homey room. The floors were wooden, though the walls were those of a natural cavern. There was a bed in the back corner, and to his left was a crackling fireplace. Arranged in a semicircle in front of it sat a sofa and chairs. On the sofa was another dunmer, who sat with his hands in front, hidden under the folds of his black robe. Much like Azyrek often did, he had a hood pulled low over his face.

"Greetings, Murderer. Vicente send word of your success and promotion. It seems Sithis and the Night Mother favor you."

Azyrek gave a slight bow. Noting that this dunmer was not native. It sounded like a dark elf from home would.

"I know you're weary from travel, so I will be brief. You are never to enter this Sanctuary again. The name of your first target is Temis Alam. He goes by the name Ras here, performing magick in the Bazaar. He is Morag Tong and I want him dead.

"Once he is dead, we will contact you. We have arranged for you a place to hide and begin your destiny."

"So...I have to leave now?"

"No, stay the night, and prepare tomorrow. You will leave us when night falls. Farewell, Murderer. The Night Mother expects great things of you."

Azyrek took his cue, said his goodbyes, and left the room. The dunmer was still outside the door with the torch. They walked further into the tunnels, and Azyrek was shown his room. It was nothing but a bed and a table with a jug of water, but it was all he needed. Too tired to think, he laid down and went to sleep.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: May 19 2010, 07:02 PM

[Dantrag]

Chapter 1 - Tensions (continued)

The next day was uneventful, but a welcome rest from the road. Azyrek spent his time sharpening blades, stabbing dummies, and gathering information from his brothers and sisters. He was in a strange city, and his appearance put him at a disadvantage. Unlike others, he didn't have the luxury of wandering around in broad daylight to hear the latest rumors and get his bearings. This wasn't going to be an easy assignment.

When night fell, the halfblood took a seat in the common room to eat. The food was the best he'd had in a while; good crabmeat, fresh saltrice bread, and a few comberrys to finish. He was popping the berries into his mouth when a fellow assassin sat next to him. Azyrek recognized him as the one who greeted him at the door the previous night.

"Finish your meal quickly, brother. It is time."

Azyrek nodded, "The Speaker said something about a hideout."

"Indeed. Follow me and I will take you there."

Azyrek took a few more berries in his hand and stood up, "Let's go then."

The other assassin got on his feet as well, and lead Azyrek through the sanctuary. The complexity of the tunnels was suddenly obvious as Azyrek realized that he was completely disoriented. His brother seemed confident, though, so he kept following. A few twists and a couple of turns later, his guide stopped at a tunnel's dead end. Muttering a pass phrase under his breath, the cavern wall shifted, revealing a completely different set of tunnels. He could hear the distant sound of flowing water.

"Go straight forward from here until you can go no further," his guide instructed, "Turn right, and you will find yourself in the sewers beneath the Bazaar. On the eastern side is what used to be a storeroom. It is secluded, and you should be hidden well enough, but still be watchful. Goblins and bandits are known to live in the sewers."

Azyrek nodded and walked past.

"Good hunting, brother. May Sithis guide your hand and the Night Mother bless your blade."

Azyrek waved goodbye without stopping or looking backwards. He heard the secret passageway close again, and knew that he was alone once more. He found his hideout easily enough, and even spotted a manhole that would take him up to the city proper. The storeroom was dirty, and filled with rotten crates and barrels, but there was a small bedroll in the corner and a lone candle sitting beside it. He dropped off a few of his traveling items before ascending the ladder to the Great Bazaar. There was a mage to track down and blood to spill.