The Dark Brotherhood: A Listener's Tale, The tale of what it takes to become the merciless Listener of the Dark Options

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This is a fanfiction that I started over a year ago as of last month, and it is something that I am still working on today. It's basically the storyline of the Dark Brotherhood, told from the point of view of a cold-hearted woman who enjoys nothing more then to kill. I know that the plot is not original, but I feel that the character's thoughts and emotions, along with her interaction with other character's, sets it apart from the blandness of the plot. Anyways, I know it's long, but please, just bare with me!

If you read and review, I can't thank you enough- it really means the world to me. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter One: The Old Woman and the Cottage

I killed the old woman. I don’t know what made me do it; I still can’t understand it to this day. I suppose that this is where my tale starts; where my life gets interesting. Oh boy, does it get interesting. And I don’t generally mean that in a good way. You’ll see. I had been hunting down up North, by the Nordic-fashioned city of Bruma, when I felt a presence nearby. I guess you could call it a sixth sense. I crouched down, bow in hand, and slowly crept over a small hill. When I reached the top, I saw a little cottage nestled in the mountains, with a patch of flat land serving as a single person farm. An old woman was there, working in the farm, raking down new rows for what looked like fresh potato plants.

How could I know then that this house would be the location of so much pain and misery in my future? Looking back, I wished that I had simply turned around and never glanced back. However, my instinctual curiosity, useful in so many aspects of my life, was my downfall here. I sat to watch the woman, mystified, as I hadn’t seen a human, elf, or beast race for nearly a week. I had become a rather solitary being, making my living off of the land, sleeping where I felt it was safe enough, whether it be cave or slab of rock.

Squinting against the setting sun, I saw the woman’s graying hair and wrinkling face, her movements obviously displaying the aching and grinding of her old bones. After a moment of her work, she straightened, shielding her eyes from the sun with a callused hand. She must have decided that it was enough for the day, as she collected her supplies and headed toward her thatched-roof cottage in the slow, shuffling, achy pace of the elderly.

I don’t know what came over me at that moment, but I suddenly had the overwhelming desire to kill the woman, to drive my dagger into her flesh. I felt a sudden…rage at her, such inexplicable anger that I needed to act upon. I’m not sure if my fury was against her, or against the world. But at that moment, all the feeling I had in me was focused on her. I have had such urges before, to strike, to kill, but always in public, surrounded by many. My impulses had always been controlled by necessity. Now, however, I was in the middle of nowhere. I guess that’s the reason I couldn’t stop myself.

And before I knew what was happening, everything around me became silent. Time seemed to slow as my senses were heightened. Her breathing was a slow, rhythmic rasping in my ears, and an eternity seemed to take place in the dull thudding of two of her footsteps. I started to feel faint as I tried to control the desire to stop the noise of her footsteps, to eternally end the sound of her breath. I was fighting a loosing battle. After what seemed an eternity, but was in reality were seconds, I had put my bow on my back and was reaching for my dagger.

The sound of my dagger sliding out of its sheath was intoxicating; it made my lust for the kill even stronger. I started to creep toward her, my worn leather boots padded against the ground as I silently trod upon leaves and twigs. As I grew closer to the woman, my pace increased, until I was nearly sprinting at her on bent legs. My heartbeat was like a war drum, pounding out a fast steady beat, making my head felt like it was going to explode any second. It was overwhelming; I had to end it. When I was within yards of the old woman, I stood straight, getting into a full-out sprint at her.

She didn’t hear me until I plunged my dagger into her back. With a choking gasp, she spun about to face me, her eyes meeting mine. I saw them fill with a fleeting look of surprise, before quickly turning to one of intense pain and fear. However, her pain did not last long, as I leaned behind her and yanked my dagger out of her back, and slitting her throat in one smooth motion.

She crumbled to the floor on her very own doorstep, breathed her last gasping, gurgling breath, and became eternally still. I stood over the dead body for a moment, panting slightly. Once my heart rate had started to slow, and my senses seemed to return to normal, the reality of what I had just done crashed into me, physically staggering me.

My eyes widened, and I slumped against the side of the cottage. I still held my dagger, glistening in the fading light. It was smeared with a line of blood, dripping noiselessly to the ground, joining the pool of red liquid forming steadily at my feet. Staring at her motionless body, I felt a strong mix of emotions. First, I felt disgust in myself, but I also felt an almost disturbing sense of pride, and…fulfillment. My desire for blood had been filled; the desire I had held back for so long. I had killed livestock and beast for food, but this was different. This was…murder. However, as quickly as it had come, the disgust started to ebb away, and a small smile formed on my face as I stood up straight again.

At that moment, I felt a prickling sensation on the back of my neck; a feeling that someone was watching me, that someone had seen what I had done. I whipped around, dagger at the ready, but saw nothing. The sun was nearly lost behind the mountains to the West, but there was still enough light for me to see the landscape around me in detail. I shuffled in full circle, but could pick out no one in the surrounding forest. Even so, I still could not loose the feeling of being watched, so I kept my dagger and bow at easy access.

Casting one last suspicious look into the immediate area, I turned back toward the body. As I looked at her corpse again, I felt another overwhelming feeling of disgust, but this time not at what I had done- now at the fact that I didn’t feel any remorse for my actions; no pity for the defenseless old woman. I wanted to- I genuinely wanted to feel bad, to feel guilty. But I didn’t. I…couldn’t. Sighing, pushing the unsettling thoughts out of my mind, I squatted down and started to search her for valuables.

I found about 4 gold, which was quite a sum to me at that time, and a letter to some gift-giving service listing the locations of all of her kids. I pocketed the list, not really sure why. I also found the key to her cottage. I looked back up at the sky, finding that the sun had almost disappeared, so I decided to spend the night in her house. I dragged her body into the tall grass surrounding the home before slipping the key into the lock and opening the cottage door.

Upon entering, I found that the old woman (Perennia Draconis, according to the letter) had a dog when it started barking incessantly, but it seemed as ancient as she had been. I tossed it some old boar meat from my pack, and he eagerly started gnawing at it, completely forgetting my presence. I quickly scanned the interior, looking for valuables, but not finding much. According to the sign over the mantle, the place was called “Applewatch”.

My stomach growled, so I looked into my pack and pulled out some venison and various vegetables I had stored for my trip. I cooked them in the fire place, petting the content dog while stoking the fire. Looking back, I didn’t even feel uneasy spending such a pleasant time in the home of the woman I had just mercilessly slain. My thoughts at the time were only of the food I was cooking. After my meal, I felt a wave of fatigue sweep over me, so I stripped out of my leather greaves, boots and cuirass and pulled on a long coarse shirt to sleep in. I slipped my dagger under my pillow, placed my quiver and bow on the bedside table, and slid into the warm recesses of the covers. It was extremely comfortable, compared to my recent sleeping arrangements, which had consisted of rock slabs and leaf piles. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

I was woken not four hours later when my blood seemed to turn to ice, the air still and silent. In one fluid movement I had sat bolt upright and pulled my dagger out from under my pillow, holding it menacingly out into the dark room. I sat there, panting for second, trying to peer through the complete darkness, when a deep, sinister voice spoke to my right.

“You sleep rather soundly for murderer. That’s good. You’ll need a clear conscience for what I’m about to propose.”

I leapt to the left, pulling the covers off the bed as I swung my dagger wildly into midair, attempting to defend myself. I pressed my back against the wall, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. Across the bed I saw a man, clothed and hooded in the darkest black. His deep brown eyes were studying, assessing every move I made, always calculating. He seemed to be almost…amused at my reaction. His lips were curled up ever so slightly at the corners, and his intense eyes were gleaming with laughter.

“Who-who are you?” I demanded, mentally assessing my options. Listen to him talk, charge and attack, or run. Talking seemed to be the most favorable of my options; he looked quite skilled with a blade, and his athletic form could be seen even through his robes and the way he moved; he could probably outrun me. Besides, I wanted to see what he had to say. He was…intriguing.

“I am Lucien Lachance, a speaker for the Dark Brotherhood. And you, you are a killer. A taker of life. A harvester of souls. Your work, your deathcraft, pleases the Night Mother. And so, I come to you with an offer. An opportunity to join our rather…unique family.”

I had no idea what to say. How did he know I had murdered the woman? And how had he known so quickly? Could he have been the presence I sensed after her death? But how had he known I was going to kill her? And what- My internal bombarding of questions was cut off as he continued, looking at me in a way that seemed to convey that he knew exactly what my thoughts were.

“So, I have your rapt attention. Splendid. Now listen closely. On the Green Road to the North of Bravil lies the Inn of Ill Omen. There you will find a man named Rufio. He is an old man, his body frail, and he sleeps his days away. You could kill him before he woke, if you so chose. In whatever way you choose, kill him, and your initiation into the Dark Brotherhood will be complete. Do this, and the next time you sleep in a location I deem secure, I will reveal myself once more, bearing the love of your new family.”

I thought about his last statement, and some of the possible implications one could interpret from it, and was suddenly extremely aware of the shortness of my shirt, and how much my legs were showing. I colored slightly, embarrassed at my own thoughts, which were most likely completely unfounded. He continued on, seemingly undeterred by my silence.

“Please accept this token from the Dark Brotherhood. It is a virgin blade, and thirsts for blood. May it serve you well, as does your silence,” he said with his slight smile, handing me a gold-decorated dagger.

‘The Blade of Woe’ was inscribed on its gold and black hilt. I stood digesting this

for a moment, before I looked him in the eye and said questioningly:

“The Dark Brotherhood?”

“Have you not heard of the Dark Brotherhood? Of the remorseless guild of paid assassins and homicidal cutthroats? Join us, and you’ll find the Dark Brotherhood to be all that, and so much more. We are, more than anything, a union of like-minded individuals. We kill for profit, for enjoyment, and for the glory of the Dread Father Sithis. We are a family, with bonds forged in blood… and death.”

Deep in the recesses of my mind I found a distant memory; of my early teen years, working at the linen shop with my aunt. The daily routine involved scrubbing fabric clean in the back room, while gossiping with the fellow workers. I remember my aunt leaning conspiratively over her scrub board, eyes wide and her voice fearful:

“They say that when you murder someone, the Dark Brotherhood visits you in your sleep. It’s how they recruit new members.”

The understanding must have shown on my face, for he nodded briskly and said:

“Now, I bid you farewell. I do hope we’ll meet again soon.” And with one last lingering look, in which he took in my scantly dressed form with a slightly raised eyebrow and an amused gleam in his eye, Lucien Lachance vanished. Literally. The door to the cottage opened and closed, seemingly on its own accord, and a cold draft sweeping into the room. The sounds of night filled the room, embracing me.

I stood for a moment, perhaps more, rigid in astonishment. I realized now that I had often heard of the Dark Brotherhood, but these were always tales of evil and heartless murder. And I had just been asked to join them. To ‘join their family’, as Lachance had put it. Did that make me evil? Was I evil? I thought of the body lying cold outside in the tall grass, and still didn’t feel a pang of shame or guilt. I realized that I was just that; a cold, heartless murderer. Maybe not evil, but I was a cold-blooded murderer. I wasn’t ready to admit myself as evil. Not yet.

When Lachance had spoken of them, he made the Brotherhood sound like they were…close. A family. A loving family of cold-blooded assassins. The idea seemed so preposterous that I almost laughed out loud. My first inclination was to forget the whole prospect- to never even go near the Inn of Ill Omen. Best to disregard the whole thing. But as I lowered myself back onto the bed, picking up the comforter and pulling it over my body, I couldn’t stop replaying Lucien’s words in my thoughts.

For my whole life I had felt almost overpowering urges to kill, to murder. But I had always resisted, always controlled myself. At sometimes I had barely contained myself, but I had never given in. Until now. Since my desires did not seem to be shared by any I knew, I had always considered myself a freak of nature, a one of a kind outcast. I felt that my only option was to just conform to fit in with society. But now it seemed that there were others like me; those who embraced their gifts for murder. And these people wanted to accept me as one of their own.

And what about this ‘Speaker’, this Lucien Lachance? The way he spoke of murder- he seemed to feel the same way that I had felt about killing the old woman. It was…intoxicating. I had not even accepted his offer, yet he was already treating me as family. No one had ever treated me like that, not since my aunt died when I was young. Part of me wanted to see this “Lucien Lachance” again…in the short time I had met him he had made an impression.

Maybe I would just go and check out the Inn, to see what was there. Just to see where the man lived, I thought to myself. The rest of the night continued in the same fashion, with internal arguments and self-objections. Finally, after a sleepless and thought filled night, I set out at dawn for the Inn, fill of determination and purpose. I was going to kill that man. I was going to join the Dark Brotherhood.

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Chapter Sixteen: The Calm Before the Storm

Dark. Everything was black- I could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing... An eternity could seem to pass in the span of seconds, while hours felt like mere moments.

Disorientation. Bewilderment. Nothing made sense. All was a shadowy and dim, with only a flicker of faint light in the distance. I was vaguely aware of my existence in a dark place- and that was all. Everything else was gone, everyone else lifeless and decaying. I was alone.

But suddenly, after what seemed many lifetimes, out of the darkness came the echoing sounds of mirth; of chuckling, snorting laughter.

In a flash of brilliant color, of blinding radiance, everything turned pure and white. I could hear clearly, but still nothing could be seen.

“Remember... remember Ungeval?” More laughter.

“That stupid fetcher, we all knew he was a sorry excuse for an assassin… How the hell he got into the Brotherhood, I’ll never know…” As I listened my hearing became clearer, and with the high pitched Elven voice came the threads of familiarity.

“But by Sithis, we made our feelings for him well known!”

“We were rather cruel… I can’t say that I blame him for trying to prove his worth to us…” came a hissing, gravelly tone; unmistakably an Argonian. I knew that I recognized this voice as well, yet my mind could not connect a face.

“Oh come on, you can’t feel bad for something as pathetic as that vermin was!”

“Ah, you misunderstand me. I feel no pity- only understanding,” was the smooth, patient reply.

A silence followed, and with it I felt a rising alarm, as though I was plunging into the darkness again- but it was broken before my descent was complete.

“Well I feel no… understanding for the bloke. He was a fool, and deserved the fate that befell him.” This voice was a deep, booming sound, most unlike the other two. I recognized it as well, but still could not put a face to it.

“Have you ever even heard the entire story?” asked the Argonian. “No? Well, Ocheeva explained it to me, and I must admit it is rather amusing…” He hissed. “Well you know Ungeval went to the Imperial City, aiming to kill Phillida. Except when he arrived there, he must have realized that he had no idea where to find the honoured user. So he of course decided to start asking around… but here’s the catch- he started asking the guards where to find him!”

“By Sithis!” exclaimed the Elven voice, while the other boomed with a thunderous laughter. The Argonian chuckled before continuing.

“I promise you, it’s gets better- so naturally the guards were suspicious of his motives for finding Phillida, and it soon got round that some fool Bosmer was looking to assassinate him. Instead of simply arresting him, the guards decided to have a bit of fun. One of them told Ungeval to seek out Phillida’s good friend, who would always know his whereabouts… but here’s the catch- it was really Phillida himself they showed him too, who had been told of the situation and plan beforehand!”

All three voices joined in equally malicious laughter.

“What are you waiting for? Get on with it!” cried out the deep voice throatily.

“Ha-ha, well, Ungeval approaches Phillida in the Market District, still unaware of his true identity. Phillida inquires, calm as you please, as to why he, Ungeval, would wish to know the location of such a man. Ungeval replies ‘Are you fond of Adamus?’ (Even though he was just told it was his best friend) Phillida says that he’s not fond of him, quite the opposite really, and so the fetcher Ungeval outright admits that he plans to assassinate him!”

“I can’t believe that I am still surprised at this behavior from him…”

“Wait, wait, there’s more- Phillida then goes on as if to point himself out somewhere behind Ungeval, who of course turns about eagerly- and the Imperial pig casually chops the Bosmer’s head off! Plus, they were standing at the edge of those bathing pools, so the body fell straight into the pool- and Phillida left it there for a week, to show what happens to those that try and kill him!”

As the three voices descended into booming laugher again, my eyes snapped open and the light flooded in, temporarily blinding me. My gaze darted around for several moments as I tried to place my surroundings- the stone ceiling above me, the soft mattress beneath me, the thick wool blankets enveloping me- before I understood where I was. The Sanctuary, in Cheydinhal… and suddenly I could recall the faces of those I heard laughing- Gogron, Telaendril and Teinaava!

I rolled over onto my side and faced towards the noise, but instantly regretted it when my head started to throb relentlessly. I winced in agony, trying to close out wave after wave of pain that flooded my skull. After a calming moment, in which the aching within my head started to subside, I opened my eyes once more.

The laughter had started to die away, and Telaendril (whose face was the only one I could see) was wiping her eyes and sighing comfortably, while Gogron and Teinaava’s forms still shook slightly with content chortles.

I watched them, my mind still buzzing in uncertainty. After a moment, before I could speak, Telaendril’s eyes went past Gogron’s face and met mine. Her expression changed from one of amusement to surprise and concern.

“Adrienne!” she exclaimed. Teinaava immediately swiveled about in his chair, turning to face me, followed shortly by a puzzled Gogron.

“You’re awake! How are you feeling?” Teinaava implored, with concern evident in his tone.

I was about to answer when a sudden realization hit; I didn’t know why my head hurt. The last thing I could remember was falling asleep in the Sanctuary- so what could explain my waking up with an injured skull, not to mention the obvious distress that my family members were in about my condition? I started to feel a swell of something one might call panic, but my thoughts were interrupted by Teinaava’s voice.

“Adrienne, can you not speak? Say something!” I was suddenly aware that the Argonian had risen from his chair and had moved very close to my bed, his brow creased in worry as he watched my expression. Gogron and Telaendril both held similar looks of apprehension. I shook my head slightly before speaking.

“I…” My voice was oddly croaky, so I cleared my throat before continuing. “Yes, I can talk…”

Teinaava let out a sigh at these words, and my other family member’s shoulders seemed to sag a bit at the release of worry. But I was by no means comforted.

“But… why am I here? What happened?” My voice was urgent, and I saw that Teinaava sensed this.

“Well… what do you last remember?” he asked hesitantly.

I cast my gaze inward, trying with great pressure to recall my recent memories. I had been going to sleep, here, in the Sanctuary. But there had been something on my mind, something important... but I could not remember what it was! I concentrated harder- it was just out of my grasp, this memory, but the harder I searched for it, the further it seemed to go from me- like trying to cup water in your palms.

After a moment I sighed heavily, my line of thought broken, and looked at Teinaava. And this reminded me of what he had just been speaking of, to my fellow family members- Ungeval, the incompetent Bosmer… trying to murder Adamus Phillida! The name rang throughout my thoughts, bringing a sudden flood of memories that I was entirely unprepared for.

Image after image flashed through my mind- a young officer, standing beside an elderly man in ornate armor- a small Inn, resembling a fishing shack- a bottle of wine, and a sharp dagger- a figure cloaked in dark, drawing a crimson rose across the neck of a pale figure- a bloody pool, with the corpse of a man floating in it… and oddly enough, a vision of Lucien Lachance, his face shrouded in shadow. And finally I remembered running, guards shouting, objects flying towards me… and pain.

“I was sent to execute Phillida! And I did kill him, I think…but then guards came, and caught me in the act… I tried to run, but something hit my head… and it’s all black after that…” I finished.

He seemed pleased that I was able to recall this much, and nodded slightly in consent to my words before sitting down at the foot of my bed.

“Yes, you finally completed what three of your brothers could not! Phillida lies dead, his soul sent to Sithis and his body burned. It is a time for celebration within the Brotherhood, with you as our champion!”

Telaendril gave a little whoop of merriment, but Gogron gave a groan of despair. We all turned to him quizzically. He rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“Don’t you remember what happened last time we celebrated Adrienne’s triumphs? Hmm? We had to clean up a battlefield of broken bottles, I ended up with a headache that lasted for days, and am still suffering from a sore back because of sleeping on that bloody table all night! And plus, Ocheeva’ll have our hides if she hears of another party!”

He then glared at the three of us with such a sulky expression that we could not help but laugh. At first he seemed to grow irritable, but then he considered how humorous the situation was and joined in not long after. My head still throbbed, intensified by the laughter, but it was not nearly unbearable.

But as my laughter started to fade, my thoughts went back again to my situation. I still had many questions- what had happened after I blacked out, and how had I gotten back here? Was there something I couldn’t remember?

I looked up and saw that while Gogron and Telaendril seemed quite comfortable and unbothered, Teinaava was anxiously watching me. I was surprised by his look, for it seemed as though he was anticipating something bad to happen at any moment, concerning me. I wondered if it had anything to do with what I had been worrying about, and decided it was time to find out.

“I still don’t understand something- how did I get here? I can’t remember past my black out, but here I am…”

His face clouded for a second, as though he was thinking deeply on how to phrase his next words, and after a moment he glanced over at Telaendril and Gogron before continuing.

“The only explanation I can think of is that the luck of the Night Mother was with you, my dear sister. A courier, a servant of our unholy Matron, was in Leyawiin delivering news to our members there, and sighted you…” he paused here, as if unsure how to continue. “…whilst killing Adamus Phillida. He then watched as guards chased you, and when he saw you had been hit, he felt that the Night Mother had placed him there for a reason- he could not let the murderer of Adamus Phillida be captured when it was within his power to stop it. And so he swept you up from beneath their noses, and brought you here,” Teinaava concluded.

I eyed him carefully, trying to understand what had made that explanation feel so… off. For it had- I could not shake the feeling that something he spoke of was not entirely true, or that the truth had not been completely told. I considered Teinaava my closest family member, and felt that I had an accurate understanding of his ways- and there was definitely something unusual going on here.

Before I could wonder what in the name of Sithis he could be trying to hide in the current situation, however, my thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Blessed by the Night Mother indeed...”

I looked towards the archway leading into the Living Quarters, already knowing whom I would see there- Vicente Valtieri. There was no mistaking his eloquent, silky voice. He acknowledged each of us with a nod of his head, turning to me last. He spoke again, his fangs slipping out of his lips in a rather cheeky smile.

“Wasn’t it I who first labeled you as blessed- ‘a gift from the Night Mother herself?’ I think it is quite apparent now, looking at your accomplishments, that you must be… at least to some extent…”

I hung my head modestly, not really sure how to reply to such a statement. When I looked up again though, I found that the vampire’s eyes were trained directly upon me, and so intense was his gaze that I got the distinct impression that he could read my very thoughts.

“C’mon Vicente, you’re embarrassing her!” cried Teinaava good-naturedly, after a moment of rather awkward silence. The Argonian clapped an arm on Vicente’s shoulder, as though to draw the vampire out of the reverie he seemed to be experiencing- but Valtieri ignored his words and continued, eyes never leaving my face.

“The blessings of a powerful force are always a burden to carry. It has been said that if you are favored, or ‘chosen’ by the Gods, that one may also call you cursed, for you serve them devoutly, obey their every desire, yet they take from you everything. To be blessed by the Gods is to be alone…and what you are blessed by, my child, is not even a God; for Sithis is such petty influences. You are blessed by the very forces that keep our world spinning. You are ‘blessed’ by something greater then even a God…”

I felt a chill run down my spine, and had to draw my gaze from Vicente’s- there was something in his stare that I had never seen before, something that I couldn’t describe… but it frightened me with its intensity, its power. My eyes darted to Teinaava’s face, and saw that his expression was one of alarm and bewilderment, a look most probably echoing my own.

“Adrienne-” The voice was commanding. I raised my eyes slowly, hesitantly, until they met Vicente’s. “-no matter what, we decide our own fates. The forces of this land may choose to interfere with us mortals in order to gain their own desires, but their influence can only extend so far. The final choice is always, always yours, and yours alone. Make sure you chose the right path.”

As I looked into Vicente’s eyes, I abruptly had a flash again of my dream- dark robes swelling about in a pool of blood, enveloping a figure in black who was slowly drawing the thorns of a rose across my neck, my own hand aiding it- before it was gone, for he had dropped his gaze. Unexpectedly my head felt light, and the room too large, almost like an empty void- I gasped for air, suddenly out of breath.

Vicenete Valtieri was turning to leave now, his black traveling cloak billowing out behind him.

“I hope I find you all in good health, and I shall see you later for supper. Now excuse me, I have some business that I must attend to…” And he was gone.

A stunned silence followed this rather abrupt departure. We listened to Valtieri's heavy boots clunk down the hallway, creating a haunting echo, until they could be heard no more.

The silence was broken by Teinaava clearing his throat, sounding hesitant to speak. I looked up at him, and found that he was staring at me with wonder and concern. I broke from his gaze and turned toward to Telaendril, whose expression was similar to that of Teinaava’s. Finally, I looked to Gogron. He was staring at the doorway that Vicente had just exited through, his mouth hanging wide open and his eyebrow furrowed comically.

“That was… odd,” Telaendril said slowly.

“Indeed,” came Teinaava’s reply, his eyes now narrowed in concentration.

“I wouldn’t worry about it- I’ve always thought he was off his rocker.”

Telaendril smiled lightly at Gogron’s words, rolling her eyes amusedly. Teinaava’s lips upturned at the corners, but he was still eyeing me out of the corner of his eye. I too smiled, but I could tell it did not reach my own eyes.

As I thought of these ominous proclamations of Vicente’s, I had a flash of words I had heard before- those of an Argonian Shadowscale, a traitor on the run... “At first, the thrill of a kill was intoxicating; it was all I had, all I needed... But as the years passed, and all of my fellow members, my friends, started dying... The Brotherhood consumes you- it takes everything from you- your ‘normal life’, your sense of morality, your humanity, and finally those you come to love. Oh yes, love…”

“Anyways-” Teinaava said pointedly. “I think it would be a good idea if you went and spoke with Ocheeva, Adrienne. I know there is something she wishes to discuss with you, and she’s been very busy with Black Hand business lately so you may want to try and catch her while she’s in.”

“Shouldn’t she wait until-” Telaendril blurted out, but Teinaava silenced her with a sharp look.

“I think enough time has passed. She should be gone by now- Adrienne, go see Ocheeva,” he repeated. I was about to ask who he was speaking of, but he shook his head and pointed sternly toward the door.

Although my curiosity at what Ocheeva needed to chat with me about (and Telaendril’s little exclamation) did steal much of my attention, my unease about Vicente’s words could not be shaken. It was as though he had laid a cloud of dread over my very soul, and nothing I could do would abate it.

I nodded at Teinaava, and expressed my gratitude to Gogron and Telaendril for being so supportive, before making my way to Ocheeva’s room. As I approached the thick doors, I was surprised to hear the dull sound of raised voices resonating from within.

“I absolutely refuse to clean up her mess! I don’t care what the reward is, I will not do it!”

“This is for the good of the Brotherhood- you are not only protecting her, you are protecting us! Is your loyalty to the Brotherhood so easily swayed by such a trivial matter?”

There was a moment of silence, and I was hastily trying to understand what was going on. The voices were most definitely that of Ocheeva and Antoinetta- but what were they discussing? And did it pertain to me, because I had a nasty feeling that it may...

“Fine. I’ll do it.” That was Antoinetta’s voice.

In that split second I had the sense to dart back into the hall to the Living Quarters, positioning myself behind the doorway as to not be sighted by the woman exiting Ocheeva’s room, who was quite obviously in an extremely foul mood. Antoinetta Marie stalked to the doorway leading out of the Sanctuary, a traveling pack on her back and her eyes hard with anger.

I could not help but feel a little thrill of smugness that she had been driven to such a level of anger and frustration, but could not shake the (rather arrogant) notion that her problem had something to do with me. There was no one within the Sanctuary that I believed she would have such a problem with, and would react that way to the proposition of helping them… and I had just been a part of an apparently sticky situation…

Ocheeva’s doors had remained open, but I waited several moments before entering cautiously. She was seated at the table, reading a piece of parchment with her brow furrowed. She looked up when I entered the room, and in the instant before a pleased smile appeared on her face, I could not help but notice how weary she seemed.

“Ah, Adrienne! You’re awake already,” she said, rising and placing the parchment down on the table. I noticed that it was filled top to bottom with writing. “How are you feeling?”

“Quite well, thank you- a bit of a headache, but it will pass,” I replied. “My memory was a bit confused at first, but I think I have a clear recollection of events now.”

“Yes, yes- that is very good. So what exactly do you remember?”

I gave Ocheeva a look of surprise- her tone was, like Teinaava’s, a bit unusual. She seemed to be tense, and wary of saying something wrong, of making sure that what I remembered would be all she spoke off. What was going on? Was I missing something?

I rehashed the story I told to Teinaava and the others, watching her expression carefully. When I spoke of Teinaava’s story of the courier, and how I could not recall anything past being struck in the head, her shoulders sagged and she seemed almost resigned.

“Yes, it was quite the stroke of luck that someone was there to aid you. Speaking of those events, I have something that I think you would enjoy to read…” she turned back to her table and picked up the piece of parchment she had been reading. For the first time, I read the heading at the top.

“SPECIAL EDITION!
ADAMUS PHILLIDA SLAIN
BY DARK BROTHERHOOD!”

Ocheeva arched her eyebrow in a good-natured manner, and handed the parchment over. I read on.

“In what can only be described as a blatant assault on the security and liberty of the civilized people of Cyrodiil, retired Imperial Legion commander Adamus Phillida was brutally murdered by the secretive assassins guild known as the Dark Brotherhood. The slaying occurred in the sleepy town of Leyawiin, where Phillida had chosen to spend the remainder of his days. It was to be a life of quiet solitude, far removed from the hustle and bustle of the Imperial City, where Phillida had served the Imperial Legion proudly for more than twenty-five years.

But even in retirement, the noble Legion commander could not escape his past. Throughout the years, Adamus Phillida had become a rather vocal opponent of the Dark Brotherhood and its practices, and vowed to expose the organizations' secrets and bring its leaders to justice. Indeed, Phillida had been targeted for assassination in the past, but attempts were thrice thwarted by the commander and his Legion soldiers. Sadly, his luck ran out in Leyawiin. When asked if there was any doubt as to the Dark Brotherhood's involvement in Phillida murder, newly appointed Imperial Legion commander Giovanni Civello had this to say:
'It was the Dark Brotherhood, all right. No question about it. The one who committed the crime, who is described as being of human race, with black hair and blue eyes, was sighted running from the scene of the crime to alley where a man in black robes was also sighted. Black robes that matched that which is considered the trademark of the Brotherhood. Conclusive evidence came when we searched his body- the arrow used to kill him was a fabled weapon of the Brotherhood, called ‘The Rose of Sithis’.

This was a crime of vengeance, a despicable act of hatred and evil against a pinnacle of nobility and virtue. Adamus fought the Dark Brotherhood every day of his life, and he died for what he believed in. Adamus Phillida was a great man. He taught me everything I know, and I'll be damned if I let his dream die with him. From this day forward, I vow to destroy the Dark Brotherhood and everything they stand for!"

There is reason to believe that the assassin was staying the in the town for days
before the crime, and two witnesses have been called to interrogation- Adamus’ bodyguard, Seviil Varo (whose whereabouts during the time of the crime are still unknown) and a local innkeeper, Witseidutsei, are being questioned further. We will keep the public informed of the progress in this ongoing investigation.

Adamus Phillida may be dead, but it would seem his fight against the Dark Brotherhood lives on in Giovanni Civello and the rest of the Imperial Legion. There may soon come a day when those bloodthirsty assassins have more to fear than the good people of the Imperial Province.”

Ocheeva waited until I had finished reading before speaking, her voice neutral and her eyes unsurpassable.

“First of all, I must congratulate you for successfully completing what several of our assassins have failed at- the slaying of one of your chief enemies. Your actions shall most certainly live on long into the Brotherhood’s histories. However… you were seen, and your identity may have been compromised. But the deed is done, and therefore I owe you your payment. You did not complete the task needed for a bonus, so you will only receive a sum of money.”

She untied a rather large pouch from her belt, which clinked and clanged with the unmistakable sound of coins. Ocheeva handed it to me, a bit reverently- I voiced my deep thanks, but she waved a hand blithely.

“You deserve it. Now, onto another matter I wish to discuss with you…” She raised an arm and gripped my shoulder, a firm but friendly gesture.

“I think it would be a good idea if you kept a low profile, at least for awhile. You saw the article- there is already an, although rather vague, description of your appearance, and it would probably be safer for you to remain out of the public eye for the time being. If things go well, the situation could change by the end of the week. But if not… well, we’ll discuss that when the time comes.”

I understood her reasoning, and did not really object to it. I didn’t really have the urge to go strolling about town anyways- but what did she mean, to have it ‘fixed’ soon? I was about to voice this question when all of a sudden something made sense- Antoinetta, talking of ‘cleaning up a mess’… had she been sent to kill witnesses?

I really did wish to ask Ocheeva if my deductions were correct, but that would mean admitting to my eavesdropping (although it could hardly be measured as such, considering the level of their voices), and I would never confess to that. So I only nodded in compliance.

“I’m glad that we understand each other. I will be away for a few days, but when I get back I hope we can speak again in more depth. Your presence has been missed about the Sanctuary, Adrienne,” she finished softly, giving my shoulder a final squeeze.

“Believe me, it will be no hardship to be confined to the walls of this Sanctuary, if our family is here,” I replied.

We both smiled amiably, and bade each other farewell. But I could not impede the flow of uneasy feelings- that both Ocheeva and Teinaava were keeping something from me… something about my murder of Phillida- or rather, my rescue. Nonetheless, I did not wish to show the dishonor and distrust of asking outright for the truth, and I resigned myself to the fact that I would simply have to wait- and listen.

I returned to the Living Quarters to find Teinaava, Telaendril and Gogron in exactly the same places I had left them, still eating and laughing, the mood seemingly restored.

“Don’t you lot have anything better to be doing?” I declared as I sat down beside Teinaava, smirking roguishly.

They all exchanged sheepish grins, but there was mischief in their eyes.

“Ocheeva’ll be gone soon, and then we’ll be free for at least a day or two…” Teinaava said, and Gogron nodded emphatically.

“But she’s not gone yet…” I said, raising my eyebrows suggestively.

“She didn’t… didn’t say she was coming down here, did she?” Teinaava asked, suddenly looking alarmed. Gogron had grown alert and was also anxiously watching me for my reply- even Telaendril seemed nervous.

I kept my face neutral, trying to maintain an expression of innocence.

“Well of course she is!” I exclaimed.

There was a moment of silence, in which the three stared back at me with horror in their eyes- and abruptly they leapt into action, leaping up from their seats frantically.

“She wouldn’t leave without saying farewell to her dear baby brother…” I added.
All three suddenly became motionless and turned to face me suspiciously. Teinaava’s expression was incredulous- I tried to keep my face straight, but I failed dismally, dissolving into a gleeful laughter.

They seemed shocked and stunned at first, but slowly their shoulders sagged in relief, a bemused expression on Teinaava’s face. Telaendril heaved a great sigh and flopped back onto her seat, while Teinaava sat down slowly, shaking his head and laughing silently in amusement.

Gogron, however, remained standing- his eyes were still wide in shock, and his face was contorted into an expression of indignation. He pointed a thick, shaking finger at me.

“That… that was not funny…” he said slowly, shaking his head.

“Yes it was!” I replied, bursting into laughter once again.

Teinaava and Telaendril gave a (rather relieved sounding) chuckle, and Gogron glared at them before sitting, grumpily grabbing an apple and taking a huge, chomping bite.

“Trying to give me a heart attack…” he muttered darkly, granting us with a remarkable view of the half-chewed apple in his mouth.

The meal passed by in similar fashion- with jokes and jibes, laugher echoing throughout the hall. When we had each eaten our full (and this was a considerable amount, considering that Gogron was present) we leaned back in our seats and sighed contently- all except Telaendril. She had risen from her chair and was stretching her stiff muscles.

“Speaking of things to do, I actually have to be in Bravil by nightfall- I’ll have to be going soon.”

“Oh, do you have a contract?” I asked while watching her start to pack a travel bag, eager to hear the details.

“No, no- unfortunately not. I’ve been assigned to take monthly trips to Bravil, Leyawiin, and the Imperial City, by Ocheeva- for security reasons,” she replied, sliding a rather nasty looking dagger into some hidden sheath on her upper leg.

“Security reasons? I didn’t know that members like us dealt with that sort of thing. I thought that was the job of couriers and such,” I responded.

“Yes, this is a special case. We’ve actually had a shortage of couriers lately- they’ve been dying off rather quickly. However, seeing as I’m really the only member of this Sanctuary who can roam freely about the streets and cities without causing a raucous, and I have been told that I posses a talent for subterfuge… well, this lovely task has fallen upon me.” Her tone was slightly bitter. “Qualities I had hoped would help me advance have instead forbidden me from doing so.”

“You shouldn’t feel that way- your work for the Brotherhood is invaluable. You should be proud that you are not like the rest of us- not confined to the Sanctuary for most of our lives.” Teinaava’s words were sincere, and Telaendril gave him a thankful smile.

I hadn’t ever noticed it before, but now that I thought about it, nearly every time I was at the Sanctuary generally everyone was present as well. I had never considered it odd before, but now I realized that I was probably the one who spent the least amount of time within its walls. And I had never even contemplated that my family members’ reasoning behind this could be unintentional or involuntary.

“For the amount of time you have been an assassin, it is incredible that you are blessed with the amount of freedom that you enjoy,” continued Teinaava. “Most assassins have to retreat to lives of seclusion and isolation after a certain amount of time on the job- you can only go so long, can only commit so murders before you slip up just once, and your face becomes known. The fact that you still remain perfectly unsuspected is quite a feat.”

“I suppose so…” Telaendril said humbly, but her face was shining with pride.

“I was a convict after my first kill… and ah, what a bloodbath it was- I took out at least ten guards before my escape!” Gogron proudly declared, his eyes glassy in memory. “Haven’t really been out much since, seeing as the Guard wouldn’t even hesitate to kill me on sight...”

“And it seems Adrienne may be joining us soon enough,” said Teinaava, after rolling his eyes at Gogron’s comment. He turned to me, his expression torn between pity and satisfaction. “Your face may be well known, if the witnesses speak…”

“I don’t think I will find it difficult to withdraw from the public life,” I replied, smiling lightly. “It’s not like I was ever an esteemed member of the community anyways.”

We all chuckled, each reflecting on our own standings within society. What I said was true- I really didn’t think I would mind extracting myself from the community outside of the Brotherhood. It wasn’t like I was involved in anything outside of the guild anyways- but something I would miss was the freedom to go where I wished. If and when the witnesses spoke, they would in all certainty reveal my name, and detailed descriptions of my appearance. That meant I would most likely not be able to even walk on the streets without suspicion. That I supposed I would miss… but like with everything else, I concluded, I would grow used to the situation, and adapt accordingly.

A moment later, Telaendril rose from her kneeling position and swung her bag over her shoulders, heaving a sigh.

“Well, I’m off!” she said, starting to walk towards the archway.

“When will you be returning?” I asked, and she turned back.

“I should be back in a week, maybe a day or two later- but hopefully no longer than that,” she said, her eyes darkening at the prospect of such a lengthy trip.

“May you walk always in the Shadows of Sithis,” we said in farewell, and she returned the send-off wearily, before turning back and striding off down the hallway.

* * *

Life at the Sanctuary in the days following this was pleasant and idyllic, for the only two factors that I felt could disrupt its tranquility were both not present- Antoinetta Marie was off fulfilling the contract I had overheard of, and M’raaj Dar was collecting shipments from Skyrim up in Bruma.

I spent much of my free time sleeping in the Living Quarters, for my constant headache was only starting to abate slightly, no matter what method my family members or I could contrive to defeat it. Teinaava slipped me some scrolls of Ocheeva’s that he would nick occasionally to assuage hangovers, Gogron suggested an ancient form of Orcish massage that would supposedly relieve the pain in my head by kneading it out with a method that I felt sounded absolutely horrifying (I respectfully declined his offer), and Vicente even tried a Vampiric procedure involving herbs that stunk up the Living Quarters for hours afterwards.

On the fourth night after Telaendril had made her departure, Ocheeva finally returned to the Sanctuary. She dropped down from the well ladder to find Vicente, Teinaava and I in the Entry Hall, reading a Black Horse Courier Issue entitled “Anvil Tarts Thwarted”, finding its contents extremely amusing.

She greeted us warmly, and we informed her of the little news around the Sanctuary during her absence. She seemed in even lower spirits then she had been at her departure, and I saw that Teinaava noticed this as well. We inquired about her trip, but her response was vague and offhanded.

And before we could question her further, Ocheeva excused herself and retired to her room for rest after the long journey. Almost immediately afterwards, Vicente bade us a farewell and headed off towards the well ladder- presumably to get some fresh air, for night had surely fallen by now. Teinaava and I exchanged a look, our eyes each signaling that we should get out of the hearing range of Ocheeva- and so we slipped down the hallway into the Living Quarters, treading lightly as not to wake Gogron, who was snoring loudly in his bed.

“I am worried about Ocheeva,” Teinaava whispered to me, his voice full of concern. We had sat down at the round table, and he was across from me. I could only see his eyes gleaming in the darkness of the room. “She has not been herself lately- she has always worked hard, yes… but recently she has been straining herself more so then ever, yet she does not give any sign of ever taking a break. And whenever she returns from her now numerous trips, there is never good news. Times are dark for the Brotherhood, Adrienne- whispers of a traitor are being heard in greater frequency than ever before.”

“A traitor?” I hissed back, my voice incredulous.

“Yes, a betrayer of our Tenets. There has been suspicion for over a year now, but lately the signs have been almost too hard to miss. Couriers, servants of our Dark Matron, are disappearing without a trace- and even a Brotherhood assassin has been killed, and not while serving a contract. Whoever committed these murders knew things that they couldn’t have without having been a member of the Brotherhood.”

“I had no idea…” I muttered. I have to admit I was rather irked that something of such gravity had been going on within the guild without my slightest knowledge- this news had taken me completely by surprise.

“Not many do- the only reason I am aware of the situation is because of the bond Ocheeva and I share. You know that we are egg mates, twins- we share a link because of it, to this very day. We can sense the other’s emotion, if it is strong enough. And when she learned of these events, I felt her distress, and convinced her to share her burden with me.”

“I never knew that your connection was so strong,” I remarked, a bit impressed. “But what did she say of the traitor?”

“She couldn’t discuss much in detail with me-” his voice cut off as Gogron shifted in his bed, rolling over to face us. We sat completely still, waiting to see if the Orc would awake. After a moment of silence Gogron’s snoring resumed, and Teinaava continued in a lower tone. “-She couldn’t go into much detail with me because of the difference in our rank. I could normally care less about our standings with the Brotherhood, but that day was one that I felt the disadvantages of being lower ranked. All she could tell me was that there had been deaths (which was already pretty commonly known), and that a traitor was suspected.”

“I can’t believe that someone would betray the Brotherhood- it’s an inconceivable notion in my eyes,” I murmured, shaking my head slightly.

“To I as well- and what worries me most is that recently Ocheeva has been deeply stressed and troubled by the even more current events, but refuses to speak with me about them. Things must not be going well at all for this to happen- and it is in turn causing me great worry. A traitor, within our midst… perhaps even within this very Sanctuary…”

Those ominous words haunted my dreams that night, and the feeling of dread that had descended upon me after Vicente’s warning had not left me- it was only growing stronger and stronger with each passing day.