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]

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.