Riden's NEW Journal of Cyrodiil, The new version since my old one got wiped from my computer T_T Options

[DarkZerker]

Um so here I am. I was going to say one month but what the heck, I just started up Oblivion since my Oblivion save file and all my Microsoft Word files were wiped. Thank god I had both my Fallout 3 fan fiction saved on a USB so does my Oblivion ASSASSIN save file.

This is the new Riden Snowe as my new thumbnail and signature suggests. This was actually my first real roleplaying type character. An assassin based off the "Assassin's Creed" games(at least the armor and hidden blade). Since I have better writing skills, it will be better. Bladesong rewrite! Annoying but what the heck.

Chapter One, Corruption is the root of my money.

I looked down at my latest contract given to me by the corrupt Count Regulus of Bravil. Sipping some tea in the local tavern, I readied my weapons. As usual, the target was very paranoid. I couldn't get a good look on the man's face but during one of my stakeouts on a bench nearby, it was clear that he was an Argonian.

I sighed at the Count's racism to beastfolk but shrugged it off, the pay will be amazing. The Argonian started running and I raised an eyebrow.

Behind him were three people in armor flanking him. The Argonian stopped and started talking to them calmly. I didn't get a single word but it was clear what he wanted them to do, Attack anybody following him.

With a grumpy huff, I climbed my way up on the housetops and started following him from above. Even then, I had a few close calls as the man's bodyguards looked up occasionally. I had probably followed him for an hour before the bodyguards left. I got out my secret weapon, the Hidden Blade.

I jumped down a couple feet behind him. As I crept up, the bodyguards started to return. Noticing me, they yelled to the man, "Usheeja! Behind you!" But it was too late. I sank my knife in his throat and laid him down peacefully. I took off running with three very angry bodyguards behind me.

They were pretty determined to kill me. I spent probably a good thirty minutes trying to avoid them before I was boxed into a corner. One of the men swung his battle axe like a madman trying to make contact with me. After the display of madness, I realized that these guards were very unskilled.

Another one with a hammer rushed and came down at me with all his strength. With quick footing, I barely dodged the heavy lump of steel. With the huge power came a long recovery time. Enough for me to slash with my trusty sword, Gwilth. He fell while the other two guards started to question if attacking me was a good idea.

The one with the battle axe charged at me and slashed. Obviously not learning from his comrade, I jumped back and rushed forward with Gwilth. With a thrust, he also fell. The last one with the sword was smart enough to run. Feeling generous, I let him go.

After a small trek through the streets of Bravil, I headed to the castle. The guards immediately stopped me before the Count nodded to let me through. I whispered, "It's done."

The Count nodded and tried not to smile. He grabbed my arm and handed me a pouch with a letter in it. I greedily snatched the pouch and left. When I was safely back at the tavern, I opened the pouch. Inside was a huge pile of gold and a letter sitting on top of the mound. I grabbed the letter and started to read it.

Dear Riden Snowe,
I'm very happy to hear word of your success. I have no more contracts for you and the Dark Brotherhood is after my head since I'm contracting a rogue assassin instead of them. If you have any friends, I'll be more than willing to pay you an extra five hundred gold to bring them here to guard me. Oh and have fun with the 1000 gold I gave you.

Your client, Count Terentius

I smiled at the gold and threw out the letter to keep the "where did you get that gold" question a mystery. The gold weighed me down a bit but it didn't stop me from packing up my weapons and venturing back to the Imperial City, my base of operations.
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Yeah yeah, Kinda redundant and a bit short. Not to mention that the whole "Imperial City" thing was from my last story.

My roleplaying is pretty standard when it comes to the first chapter of my story or in game. I rushed QUITE A BIT. Took me a good 20 minutes to finish off this. Not long...

Remember to Read and Review. R&R

[DarkZerker]

First time I’m not rushing a story. OMG a miracle! Microsoft word can be so picky when it comes to grammar. Bladesong will be the main part during the first arc of this story. Tee hee.
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Chapter 2, Retirement failure.

An hour passed before I arrived at the Imperial City. The White Gold tower was as big as ever. I tried to remember the Imperial City before I went to the cities to become an assassin for the counts and countess’ themselves.

My ash black horse, Carbon was very jittery when I directed him to the bridge in front of the main city gates. The crazy horse tried to jump the bridge numerous times before I got it restrained. I gave up on him and got him to the Chestnut Handy Stables.

After giving a couple coins to the caretaker as a fee, I knocked on the door to the Imperial City. The gates burst open as an army of Legion troops surrounded me. One of them, Adamus Phillida walked towards me with arrogant pride. He laughed at me, “Ah yes, the famed rogue assassin, Riden Snowe. How clever of you to think you can walk right into the Imperial City without anybody noticing.”

I surveyed the entire area. The people in the Chestnut stables looked onwards at the scene. The Legion had me surrounded and the only way out was by brute force, something I never had. But what made me confused was the fact that Adamus was looking for the DARK BROTHERHOOD! Not rogue assassins like me.

I had to ask, “So Adamus, why bother me? I thought you hated the Dark Brotherhood more than us rogue assassins.”

Adamus nodded, “Yes and for all I care, you’re just as bad as the Dark Brotherhood,” He pointed at a small scar near my eye, “Where’d you get that?”

I looked onwards at the Legion and back at Adamus, “Close encounter with the Dark Brotherhood. Idiot thought he would try a headshot with an arrow. It grazed me and apparently, the bow was enchanted with a fire spell.”

The whole Legion started whispering to each other, questioning if I really should be arrested. Adamus also looked very puzzled and a bit frightened, “Wait…so the Dark Brotherhood tried to assassinate you?”

“Yup.” I simply said like it was no big deal, “Four times as a matter of fact. They only came close once and I have my scar to prove it.”

Adamus looked even more frightened as the color in his face turned pale white, “Um…well…,” He stuttered, then regained his confidence, “We will not arrest you if you help us with a delicate situation with the Dark Brotherhood.”

‘Great…temporary retirement was all I wanted and I’m spending my retirement time killing off a death obsessed cult.’
I guessed there was no real way to say no without being the most wanted man in the Imperial City so I nodded my head. Adamus looked jubilant and looked as if the old man was fighting a torrent of laughter with all his strength.
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Two days later, yay for time travel!
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I was brought into the Imperial Prison to look at the criminals after spending two days relaxing and getting wasted at the Bloated Float. One in particular seemed to interest both the jailor and Adamus very much. He was almost 6 feet and had a very gruff look on his face. Adamus pointed him out, “He used to be an assassin for the Dark Brotherhood and was tasked to try and kill me.”

I nearly burst out a huge laugh but instead settled for a small chuckle. Adamus eyed me curiously, “How is that funny?”

I quickly got defensive to avoid him putting me in jail, “Just the fact that the Dark Brotherhood tried to kill an Imperial Legion commander when he’s in the Imperial City…which is crawling with Legion troops.”

Adamus nodded but obviously didn’t believe my excuse. He seemed to shrug it off and get back to the matter at hand, “Look, we want you to try and kill the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood.”

I was in shock. The listener is nearly impossible to get to without an army and even then, he can get away easily.
“How do you propose we do that? You know the Dark Brotherhood will do everything in their power to protect them.”

Adamus nodded and laughed, “Yes well do you think the Dark Brotherhood are good assassins?”

I shook my head, “But the fact of the matter is that they may not be the best assassins in the world but they can kill.”

“We know where the listener might be. He’s taking up a special ritual near this city, in the waterfront district. The man will have a couple guards but don’t worry, I know of your assassinations in Bravil.”

I nodded, thinking about my early retirement all along the way. Adamus caught on pretty fast, “What are you thinking?”

“Retirement…I wanted the Bravil assassination to be my last job for a long time.”

“Well too bad.” He said maliciously.
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Day of the Assassination
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“Are you ready Riden?” Adamus asked voice from the alleys in the Talos Plaza district, the district where my new house was located.

I nodded and strapped on my blades and my assassin armor. Adamus surveyed me and laughed, “That’s your armor? I bet even a kid could slash through that if they had a sword.”

The armor was very light and flexible but with all that maneuverability had consequences and mine had to be the fact that a very well made sword could slice through the armor like butter.

“Yeah well I’m not a hack and slash kind of guy,” I pulled out Gwilth and showed it off, “That’s why I have a very well made sword just for protection if anything.”
Adamus rolled his eyes and motioned for me to follow him. He opened a small manhole cover near the alley way and a putrid odor blasted me. I nearly threw up my entire breakfast.

The Legion was waiting for me in the sewers. They directed me towards a small opening on the other side of the sewers. Wading through a tunnel of foul things I don’t even want to begin to describe, I made my way to the opening.

I squeezed my way through to see, sure enough, three men. Two of them wore what looked like black leather armor and the one in front wore black robes with tints of blood. I assumed the man was the listener. As a creature of habit, I surveyed the room very slowly before readying my hidden blade.

A pile of bones arranged like a human body was created with candles surrounding the bones. The listener started to kneel and pull out a dagger. He planted it dead center in the effigy and started praying. I couldn’t stand to see more, I already nearly threw up my breakfast in the sewers, I didn’t want to barf here.

Dropping down from my perch above, I readied my hidden blade. It met its mark and sank deep within the man’s neck. He fell with a thud while the other two men charged at me. When I pulled out my blade, they were already on me. I managed to barely deflect the blow from one and jumped back.

They were quickly coming back with faster strikes than I expected. Despite that, I parried their blows with a couple close calls. In minutes, we were both tired. One of them shot a very powerful shock spell directly at me.

‘Darn it! I can’t move fast enough.’ I thought. The shock spell did hit me and knocked me back a bit but it didn’t kill me. Instead it reflected back on the assassin and killed him instead. Too confused to see what was going on, the other one got a quick hit in with a club.

When I awoke, I was in the Imperial Legion barracks. There, some healers were mending my wounds and Adamus had a happy look on his face.

“Ugh…what happened back there?” I asked, my voice a bit intoxicated. Probably from all the potions the healers gave me.

Adamus laughed warmly, “You’ve done it assassin! The Listener lies dead and I hear they hired a new one, Ungolim I think. Don’t worry about him, the man’s a fool and a weakling.”

I smiled and then went back to a deep sleep. I awoke once more to see my fresh wounds completely healed. The healer approached me, “Well you’re back on your feet! All the wounds you received from the fight with those assassins are all healed but that scar will stay there. We can only fix fresh wounds.”

I nodded and noticed a small letter on my bed. It was from Adamus, it had a couple gold pieces in the envelope. I greedily snatched the gold and looked at the letter.

I will be retiring in a few months. You’ll get the rest of your pay at that time. After all, it was a job and you’re pretty darn good at it. If you need a place to spend that gold from your past jobs, I heard of a scroll in Aleswell that is sought after by warriors, archers, and mages alike. It’s sold by a young Imperial named Tess Rysan.
-Adamus Phillida, Imperial Legion Commander.
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Yay foreshadowing! Bladesong arc will start in Chapter three and will follow the Assassin Riden Snowe and his encounter with the lovely Tess Rysan. I actually didn’t rush a lot and I think it’s the longest chapter I wrote so far in my time on this site.

I’m a document/report writer so it might have lots of things that need improvement but I think this chapter was much better than my first. I’m getting the hang of this “Fan Fiction” stuff.

Thanks to Acadian and haute ecole rider for giving me tips on how to improve.

Chapter Three, The Aleswell Incident.