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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]

My knife slipped out from my sleeve into my hand in an instant, as I leapt into the nearest tree. The Royal Guard charged into the cemetary, swords brandished and circling the crowd. To my horror they all struck out at the nearest males, killing 4 or 5 and wounding many. The others all cried out and got closer together, sheilding each other. From the surrounding crowd of guard a prominent figure stood forwards - a sneer emblazoned on his face.

"I have here a warrant to slaughter every one of you, the new disciples of Cassell. But you have an option, either you die...or you give me your leader. Which will it be?" he called, bringing out a scroll. There were murmurs through the crowd, but none of them had see me hide. Distressed enough, I leapt out to stand a few metres behind the leader. I spoke.

"Ozon Slazer. I am here. I hear you've been looking for me." I told him, while he kept his back turned.
"Cassell. You finally decided to show yourself for once." He told me.
"It's my job not to." I retorted.
"You will be taken to the prison for a few days, then there'll be a public hanging in this very cemetery. At least you won't have to go too far."
"I'll go willingly, just let these innocent men go." I ordered. He snorted, but motioned to his guards to make a gap and allowed the prisoners free. I dropped my knife on the floor and stepped up to him, keeping my hands forwards, ready for any attacks but prepared to go silently.

....

Bruised and broken, I was flung into a dingy and damp prison underneath the castle. I shouted at them, but they jeered and left me wrecked on the floor.
"You don't know who you're dealing with!" I screamed at them through the bars before lying in a heap and weeping silently.

"Oh I think we do. We've worked with you enough!" the Royal guards joked.

This post has been edited by Konradude: Sep 22 2006, 06:43 PM