Phoenix: Rise of a Legend, Breeva's life in Cyrodiil Options

[Diamandis]

HI! Here is my second attempt at starting my OBLIVION fanfic! I changed the format, as before the plan was to do a sort of story within a story format, but I couldn't get it to work.

But here it is!

This is the tale of Breeva, a fifteen year old Dunmer and Dark Brotherhood assassin. The story follows her life as she struggles with adolescence as she tries to find a place in the world.

She has a dark beginning, but I hope you like her story

Now, I'm not too familiar with a huge amount of Lore, but i'm gradually learning as I play the game and read other stories, so the story is literally how I perceive the game to be. Until I get more of a grip on lore, anyway.

A warning: the prologue does contain very... graphic imagery of gore, but don't let this put you off. The rest of the story wont be as gory!

This post has been edited by Eva: Mar 3 2013, 08:15 PM

[Diamandis]

@Acadian: Thank you for reading! I'm glad my lack of lore knowledge doesn't bother you! Haha. I hope you enjoy the story!

@Ghatsley: I like your interpretations of the characters relationships. I'm glad to hear your opinions

@KoB: YEAH she did! hehe. Let's just see where this goes...

PREVIOUSLY
.After a year in the Dark Brotherhood, Breeva is finally sent of her first contract.

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2. Contract I: Rufio

Ocheeva gave me my first contract: a man named Rufio. She said he would be an easy kill to test my skills.
Why did this man deserve to die? I had to ask about to see what everybody knew, but Antoinetta informed me that Rufio was on the run for murder. She couldn’t go into any further detail, as she didn’t know anything else; but it was good enough for me.

I was to punish a man guilty of taking a life; I was doing something worthwhile. True, he should maybe spend the rest of his life rotting in a damp, rat infested jail cell, but as far as I was aware somebody important wanted Rufio dead, so I was to do my job.

Not only that, but as I sat in the Sanctuary Quarters with Antoinetta, she gave me gave me some advice.

“The best thing to do when travelling to a from a contract is to come up with a different persona… a disguise,” she started, and then chuckled, “When I was sent to kill the owner of a brothel I wore the apparel of a lowly prostitute. That was a good day...”

So I was to travel to the Inn of Ill Omen, a small, out-of-the-way Inn located on the green road, south of the imperial City. Rufio had been spotted there a few times; but not only that I had been told that the publican of the Inn was expecting a ‘visitor’ for Rufio. I worried slightly that the publican had been threatened by my family into keeping quiet; but as long as he wasn’t physically threatened, I decided not to worry.

I had to much on my mind to begin with. This was to be my first kill; or rather my first organised one. I felt nervous. I knew I was doing the right thing, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a better way.

Maybe I was scared that I would again feel the overwhelming and sickening guilt I had similar to when I killed my father.

But then I reached the location, forcing me to stop thinking about what might happen and focus on what I was sent there to do.

I stood outside the Inn of Ill Omen, looking at the worn down establishment and I took in a large gulp of fresh air, calming my nerves. I looked down at my apparel; a red robe with a gold trim. I decided to perceive myself as a travelling scholar so little attention would be drawn to me; I only hoped it was a convincing enough cover.

I entered the in, spotting a man behind a counter opposite the door I came in from. I assumed this was the publican, so I approached him. I was shaking like a leaf; but I don’t think it was too obvious.

“Hello,” I said as I approached the publican, “I’m looking for a man… I was wondering if you could help me?”

The publican gave me a look of suspicion, “Does he have a name?”

“… Rufio.” I said.

The publican’s eyes suddenly grew very wide; subtly terrified, “oh… yeah, um… I know Rufio. He’s been here for a couple of weeks now,” His tone then then turned quieter, “He’s in one of the basement rooms.” He informed me, pointing to a trap door beside the Inn’s entrance.

I performed a small smile. I knew that the publican knew who I was, and why I was there; but the fact that he was utterly terrified about my presence, MY presence made me feel awful. Without even knowing me or my agenda, he immediately assumed I was a bad person. In some respect yes, I was a bad person seeing as I was on my way to commit murder… but I didn’t want that to define me. Maybe I was naïve for thinking such things.

Maybe a killer was all I was ever going to be.

“Thank you…” I nodded, walking away for the publican and heading to the trap door to the basement. I passed a redguard woman stood beside the Inn’s entrance who, as soon as I climbed down to the basement, rushed over to the publican; no doubt to gossip about my intentions.
So I got into the basement, seeing a long corridor before me with two doors; one of them obviously leading to Rufios room.

I took another breath to calm my nerves before removing my robe and placing it on the ground. Underneath my robe I had my Assassins armour; a tights, black leather outfit covering my entire body, which included a hooded mask to cover my face. The armour felt like a second skin; easy to manoeuvre about it.

I walked toward the first door and opened it. Nothing. A sigh of relief. I had another few seconds to think about whether it was the right thing to do.

But I was there for a reason. I wasn’t about to weasel out of it anytime soon. SO I reached the second door in the corridor and opened it; and there he was. Lying on a bed was an elderly man; maybe in his early sixties. I was surprised that he was old; when you hear murderer you immediately assume somebody with a little more bounce in their step.

“Rufio.” I said as I stood beside his bed. He immediately shot up and scrambled to his feet, glaring at me with a similar, but more obvious terror in his eyes like the publican had.

“Who are you?” He panicked, “What are you doing here?”

I gave him a look of hatred, in a attempt to intimidate him, “I think you know why I’m here…” I warned as I slowly started to approach him.

I put his arms up as a sign of mercy as he backed away from me, “No! NO! It wasn’t my fault! It wasn’t! I didn’t mean to kill her! I told her to stop struggling but she wouldn’t! SHE WASN’T MEANT TO DIE, PLEASE!”
Rufio’s revelation shocked me. Not only did he kill a girl… but his excuse was that she should have just let him rape her. She was either to have her innocence ripped from her, or she had to die for trying to fight it.

My next move was clear to me. It felt personal now. The guilt and worry eased from my body.

I hastened toward Rufio, quickly pushing the old man against the wall, knocking him down. I then watched him cower in fear as I put my hand against his chest. I wasn’t going to put a blade to his abdomen, or an arrow to his head. I decided to do something a little more symbolic, “It’s time to make your heart of ice a little bit more literal, Rufio,” I said as I prepared a touch of frost spell.

I stared at Rufio as he screamed. The ice emerging from my hand slowly penetrated his skin. He tried pushing me away, even attempted to escape, but my spell left it impossible. Every nameable liquid in his body began to drop in degrees, glacially torturing the old pervert. Soon his heart was completely frozen, rendering the sicko dead.

I stood up, gazing at the corpse of the man I had been sent to kill. His eyes were still wide with horror and his mouth was still mid scream.

I continued to look at him as I reached into my fanny pouch, unveiling a nightshade that I dropped onto his body.

I then started to walk away; smiling.

The world was rid of another monstrous pig.

This post has been edited by Eva: Mar 8 2013, 07:59 PM