Soren of the Dark Brotherhood, The Life of a Courier and Assassin Options

[DarkZerker]

I'm back in the fan fiction thing again. Now that mid-terms have passed, I can redo my original fan fiction buried somewhere around here.

But I'm not going to dabble on about my personal life here. This first post is going to lay down some STUFF before I edit this into a full fledged chapter.

Firstly, Soren Snowe is going to be much like Riden, only more developed with a different back story. And this time, I'm going to follow the main quest line...a little bit. YAY FOR STUFF.

Secondly, I like feedback so please feed me back . But in all seriousness, there's no point in writing if people aren't going to read it and I won't get better that much if I don't know what to correct. So let's go.

Oh and no Bladesong. Sorry, it feels too forced, the quest line.

[DarkZerker]

Chapter One, Re-entry into Cyrodiil

I awoke on my hammock. When I opened my eyes, the same sight greeted me as it had greeted for me every day for months. Just old wood and nails. I groaned and got up, my family blade, Lamina, neatly laid on the table.

It had been what? 5 months? That seemed about right. It's been 5 months on this god forsaken ship and over 2 years since I last saw my parents and all of my friends in the Sanctuary. Shipped out to the Summerset Isles...sure. Whatever that package was, it better have been worth it.

The boat stopped rocking on the waves and I heard the Captain yell, "We're at Anvil!"

As the words hit me, I felt a surge of excitement as I rushed out of lower decks onto the deck, hastily grabbing Lamina. The rotting wood and leaky lower decks were nothing as I kept running through the hallways, probably disturbing the other travelers.

When I opened the door, the harsh sunlight blinded me for a second. As I opened my eyes, the busy harbor of Anvil began to become visible. The docks were bustling with activity. Sailors leaving and coming back, drunken people staggering across the docks, and of course, the hundreds of people filing in and out of ships.

It was Cyrodiil. After two years, the sight of Cyrodiil was too much.

I let out a yell of excitement and rushed onto the docks. As I looked around, my father was there. But he seemed upset. As I approached him, I saw the Imperial Guard with him...or more specifically, holding him captive. The guards all pointed at my direction.

"Stop right there Soren!"

That was all I needed to sprint as fast as I could. I had a HUGE advantage over them though considering they were wearing bulky armor and all I had was just leather armor, not to mention that I was a Courier.

It was no wonder why the people were looking in our direction. I was causing quite a scene as I leaped from dock to dock and even climbed up a couple shacks. The training in the Dark Brotherhood really paid off.

After about 3 minutes of the chase, I started to go the other way to help my father escape. "Too fast for you?!" I taunted. As the Legion started to close in on me, I impaled Lamina in one of the Legionary's armor.

The silver sword sank into the guard's armor as the sword started to spark. The sudden surge of electricity coursed through the Legionary's body and he fell down, most likely dead.

"Ha!" I yelled taunting the Legionaries again. As I rounded the corner to where my father was, I was suddenly hit with the hilt end of one of the guard's swords. As I groaned on the harbor, the guards all dragged me up and held me by the arms. "Soren Snowe, you're under arrest for allying yourself with the Dark Brotherhood and murder of a Legionary."

My eyes widened. The Dark Brotherhood? I haven't heard that name in over two years. But in the back of my mind, I always thought the councilor who controlled the Imperial Legion always trusted the Brotherhood by the bribes my father gave him. Then realization hit me. Phillida, the idealistic dog.

"Captain Phillida! You mutt!" I yelled, hoping Phillida was close by to hear me. He probably didn't but that was the only thing I could manage to do now that I was held by the iron grip of the Imperial Watch. "Let Sithis roast your soul in the Void! Phillida, I'm coming for your HEAD!!"

The guards all laughed as they took my father away somewhere before a spiked shield came crashing down on my head. As the world started to go hazy, I could see my father activating his Hidden Blades, an invention of my great grandfather, and stabbing the two guards when they were far enough away. Although it did little good, the remaining guards rushed towards him as the people scattered, running into the ships and into the nearby Inn.

I tried to yell but nothing came out as the concussion started to take hold of me. Not even seeing the fate of my father, I collapsed on the warm wooden docks as the last sensation I felt before falling into a sort of serene unconsciousness was the Legionaries jerking me to my feet.