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[Konji]

Hello, and welcome to my all new fan fiction. This time, I will try and cut down on the description as it makes for a bored author and reader. I shall write straight onto site.


Chapter 1
Blood erupted from Cornelius Valaeus' neck as I deftly tucked my knife away back into my pocket. A job well done - and the last time I would work for anyone. I slipped an arm underneath the man's as he looked up at me in his last few seconds on earth. I smiled at him, then opening up the cupboard door I stuffed him in. After closing and locking the door I stepped smartly out of his house, smiling as I breathed in the crisp morning air. I nodded to an average looking guard and made my way back to the hovel I called home, stopping momentarily to give Cornelius Valaeus Junior two coins to deliver the telegram showing my completion as he passed me (Making care to tell him not to read the letter).

I entered the shack and lay down on my mattress, rolling over to place my knife in the drawer beside my bed. I closed my eyes and drifted into a light nap, the time taken up by a delightful dream taking me over praeries and flying with the birds.

I was abruptly woken by a sharp knock at the door, watching the door slam into the shack wall as a well built man marched into my single room.

"Cassell, I have brought you your payment," stated the muscular man as he threw a small pouch into my lap. "200 Septims, tax free and no strings attached. But I'm sick of being his errand boy - I want some real work!" He whined to me in a low growl. I lifted myself up onto one arm and smiled up at him.
"Ah Linz, you will have to learn patience some day." I told the black man, "But you are right, that was mine and your last job under his workings. When you go back politely and humbly give him your resignation, you know, kiss his feet a few times. He's not a nasty man, he'll let you go. But don't tell him what you're going to do now you are out of his service." I advised him.
"Naturally brother, I am not a fool. I'll go now, but give me 40 of those shiny coins so I can buy the paper and ink." I took my money out and passed him the 40 in the pouch. I watched him leave as I slipped the coins under my pillow.

Leaning out of the window I called to him,
"Meet me at the inn!"
"Which inn?"
"Which do you think?"
With a smile and a wink I closed the shutters and put on my best outfit.

This post has been edited by Konradude: Sep 18 2006, 08:42 PM

[Konji]

Thanks for the comments. Keeps me going

3 Days were spent preparing for the meeting. The posters were put up, stating 'For every man who is in want of an adventurous business, meet in the.....". Word of mouth was spread, until a large proportion of the city knew about the meeting. You may think that most would dismiss it, but as my name as the master assassin in the city is well known the town was in uproar. What we had not forseen however, was that so were the guards...

The final 2 days we spent packing and travelling. I did not plan to return to the city in a while, so moved everything in my house into one, rather small, satchel. The last day passed without much ado and we arrived in chorrol at 11 on the night of the meeting.

After the group wandered round to find a place to stay, we went to the cemetery quarter of an hour before midnight to set up.


At midnight, a trickle of young males turn into a stream of men, teenage boys and young children - all coming to see what the fuss was about. Women, in all their sensibility, stayed home - but I was looking for one particular woman who was not showing. At 5 past, I made my appearance.

The candles around me flared to life, showing my body and mouth. The upper portion of my head was covered by a hood. Raising my arms to their eye level, I addressed them.
"Welcome my bro..." I started, until I was interrupted by a snort of a laugh at the back...So she had come after all. "Welcome my brothers." I repeated forcefully. "You have all come looking for adventure, fame, or something to quench the boredom of your dull lives. I can give that to you. But you we are all overshadowed by him. We cannot escape him. We are....controlled by him. He controlled me for the longest time in higher ways than you will know, but I recently broke free. I ask you all to fight for your freedom." I told them calmly, and a murmur ran through the crowd.

"But to do this, you must throw morality out of the window. The people who we will fight, you will have believed were the good of this world. This is wrong...they are the evil that infects it. To become free, you must obey me. I will guide you along the right path. Any of you willing to do this will follow me back to the church. I order none of you, yet. Go if you please." Many men nodded, stepping forwards slightly, while the young and the children decided better and ran away. It was then that we all heard a great cry of rage - which was the unmistakable battle cry of the men I had encountered many times in my last line of work.

It was the Emperor's personal guard!