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Winter Wolf
post Mar 28 2010, 12:55 AM
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Hi folks!!

I have finally gotten around to posting here at Chorrol. This story first appeared at the unnameable forum but I only managed to post the first chapter before the site fell head first off the cliff.

Hope you enjoy and dont forget to shout out any nitpicks you see.


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CHAPTER 1 –


A Bravil watchman moved along the rampart in the gathering dark, his footsteps sounding on the wooden landing. Flickering light from the wall sconce danced across his heavy armor and surcoat, outlining a face that was crowded under lines of tiredness. Leaning over the railing he glanced downwards.

The dilapidated shacks of the town below pushed upwards through the dark like a set of broken teeth, the jagged eaves clashing against each other in the impoverished silence. The watchman’s eyes scanned the backdrop for any sign of alarm, but few signs of movement could be found.

A moment later a shadow detached from the left hand wall and another guard appeared beside the rail.

“Well met, my friend, how goes it?” he asked.

“Four bells and all is well,” the first man replied and stifled a yawn.

The replacement guard nodded. “Yes, it does seem as quiet as a church mouse out there. But as we know, that always the most dangerous time of all. The town may look like a slumbering animal, but the heartbeat is still ticking.”

“Yes, do keep a sharp eye out,” he noted, glad to be moving away slowly.

“Sleep tight, darling.”


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The night was warm and humid. Tucked within their beds most of the citizens tossed fitfully in their sleep. It was the moment just before dawn when dark dreams gave way to the memories of youth, sweet impressions that spoke of a former time. Outside the mullioned casement footsteps could be heard, the sound mingling with the faint, snatched cries of the stall sellers that drifted across from the other side of town. The air was heavy with expectation, panting like a giant hound.

A figure headed down a quiet lane. Soft light teased across his pointed ears and dark outfit. It framed a neatly folded letter that poked surreptitiously out of one tiny pocket.

In part it read:

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Oh beloved assassin of the Dark Brotherhood, let us, the ruling council, grant you this most important mission. We have word that the old fool, Adamus Phillida, has finally taken up his residence at the City Watch barracks in the southern town of Leyawiin.

The pest of the Brotherhood has made the one fatal mistake of thinking that we would ever forget his past. Fate has now delivered him into our dark loving embrace, an opportunity that we cannot let slip by.

Dear brother, we need you to pay him a visit and make sure that his new home also becomes his permanent place of retirement.

Your loving benefactor-
The ruling council of the Black Hand.


Aradroth smiled to himself. It felt good to be wanted again. Clutched like a greedy piglet to the teat he could feel the warm milk of the Night Mother running down his lips and throat, a gluttonous thrill that was paramount to death in its intensity. Her loving bulk provided all the sustenance that he needed, a clan love that would forever define who he was and leave the cretin world around him living in a bland, colorless land of emptiness.

Opening the front gate he stepped outside.

A member of the Bravil watch stood at the far end of the front bridge. Clad in sooty armor turned dark by the cloaking shadows of morning, he reminded Aradroth of that futile blockade that sheltered upon the edge of Kvatch.

As a man accustomed to studying the fortification and defence of people he was paid to kill, the small assassin was always mystified by the false assumption that the cutting of the bridge ropes would protect and seal off the town from the waiting horde of Mehrunes Dagon. Just how many people did the foolish Count of Bravil think would be able to slip unannounced through the secret tunnel to the tower of Fathis Aren? And how many would die under the harsh conditions of a siege?

The Bravil guardsman did not notice the assassin until it was too late. Spinning around his gloved hand came to a belated rest on the pommel of his steel long sword.

“Oh Aradroth, it’s you,” the guard said in shock, his heart beating rapidly inside his steel chest. “I didn’t realize that you were there.”

The Bosmer assassin stood silent and cold, a contrast to the humidity around him. Small and slight; his gray eyes shone with a feverish light from the shadows of his black hood.

“Sorry Gladius,” he replied, his voice soft and raspy, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

The meandering eyes of the guardsman looked the assassin up and down.

“Are you out on a morning hunt, sir?” he asked, putting his hand out.

Aradroth shook his head. “No, not this time,” he answered, slipping two septims into the guard’s hand. “I am taking a little trip to Skingrad.”

“Are you there on business or do you have family or friends?” he asked curiously, pocketing the coins.

“I have enrolled myself into therapy,” came back the simple reply.

The guard’s eyes blinked. “Sorry?”

“I am hooking up with Else-Godhater and a few others. We are doing a seminar on ‘Righting past wrongs.’ I have decided that it is important to open up on those deep and personal issues. It revitalizes the spirit when you learn to love again.”

Confusion spread across the guardsman’s face. His mouth opened and closed like a fish. “Are you having trouble, sir?”

The assassin smiled. “I don’t know. I feel isolated and disconnected. Like something is not quite right.”

“Well that is great that you are doing something about it. I have always felt that the step to join the Bravil watch was the most important one I ever took.”

Aradroth paused. “Yeah, I suppose you are right. I envy that sense of connection you seem to have around you with every little thing. Especially the way someone has committed a crime on the other side of Cyrodiil, yet you still are able to pinpoint them exactly. It must be some form of clairvoyance.”

The guard seemed taken aback. “Have you noticed that? I have always thought that it was our commitment to duty that made us rise above the call of duty.”

The assassin headed away. “Yeah, maybe you are right. That is the reason I am joining therapy. I am hoping to regain my balance with the world again.” With a smirk he added, “Who knows? When I am finished I might end up looking just like you.”

“Well, good luck with that endeavour, my friend,” Gladius called out in blissful ignorance at the retreating figure.

Aradroth turned. “Care to place a wager on that?”


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The road that headed to Leyawiin stretched out of sight as it weaved through the southern forests like a muddy snake.

His mind was still thinking cynically pleasing thoughts about the mediocrity in the world when he realized that something was wrong. Cursing bitterly for allowing himself to become sidetracked, his slate gray eyes quickly swept the sides of the grubby track.

The green foliage and tall swampy reeds around him looked normal enough, but something teased at the tattered edge of his senses, something indescribable. From his neck a salty bead of sweat slowly trickled downwards, running its meandering way over the lined folds of skin. As it hit his leather collar he realized what it was.

The landscape was quiet. Not a bird or insect could be heard.

The tall reeds on the left hand side suddenly exploded with movement and a large shape charged into the clearing. Brown and very large, the creature swiped at the Dark Brotherhood member with a fearsome claw.

Scampering backwards the assassin fell onto his rump, pain lancing his left hip where he struck a rock. His bow disappeared off to the side.

Towering over him the creature was massive, standing over seven feet tall, with a dark snout and coarse, bristling fur.

Fear spurred the prone elf to action at the next moment and the Bosmer opened his palm. Magic light coursed down the inside of his forearm, the magicka flowing like a river of light. The blue veins rippled down his fingers.

“Guulosh Torr,” he cried, and a purplish-black shape materialized to his right hand side.

The bear’s caramel eyes blinked in confusion and it paused in its attack. The coin of fate that spun with a decreasing speed finally caught a reflection of two opponents that hung suspended in time. Slowly, beyond thought, control or even reason, the creature’s eyes turned and focused on the skeletal guardian.

The relieved assassin watched as the bear charged forward with a speed that defied its tremendous bulk and a vicious paw smacked into the undead. Taking the impact on its steel shield, the skeleton was thrown backward through the air, bits of bone from his shied arm flying in all directions. He landed far off to the side.

“Damn it,” muttered Aradroth as he rose quickly to his feet. Tiny spatters of mud were kicked up as he moved.

Reaching under his cloak he withdrew Cat’s Eye from its scabbard. Glowing runes danced up and down the hilt of the sword as it emerged into the morning air. The weight of the weapon felt reassuring in his grasp, a pull of energy that went deep down into his core.

Stepping forward the morning light ran along the elven designed hilt as it swung downwards. The sword bit hard and chunks of fur and blood disappeared past the edge of his vision. The next moment the shock enchantment of the weapon mauled just as hard, the assassin struggling to hold on as the sword coveted the gore and death of his adversary.

Roaring in horror the creature flung its broad head around and droplets of blood coated the assassin in a ghastly, decadent wine. A moment later a retaliatory claw smashed into the assassin’s leather shield. The impact threw Aradroth bouncing onto the road.

Spinning around him the world turned in crazy circles, a hundred stars dancing back and forth before his eyes.

Not again! he thought haphazardly as he looked down at the mud. Gritting against the pain Aradroth charged back to his feet and renewed the attack. From the other side of the road the Skeleton Guardian clanked over to aid him from the rear.

A minute later the booming sound of Azura’s Star resounded in his ears as the mountain of fur crashed to the ground.

Aradroth collapsed onto one knee beside it.

Breathing in ragged gasps he glanced across at the bear and then down at the abject state of his dark travelling cloak in disgust.

“Oh bull dust.....” he muttered.

On the other side of the road the skeletal axeman brought its remaining arm wide apart and hissed loudly. Aradroth could not tell if it made a victorious or mocking sound.

“Don’t you start,” he warned, pulling himself slowly to his feet.

The skeleton hissed at him again.

This post has been edited by Winter Wolf: Mar 29 2010, 04:52 PM


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Winter Wolf   Darkness Calls   Mar 28 2010, 12:55 AM
treydog   Loved it. The discussion of "therapy" h...   Mar 28 2010, 01:48 AM
SubRosa   Ah, our favorite Bosmer assassin takes us to my fa...   Mar 28 2010, 05:36 AM
Fiach   “Oh bull dust.....” he muttered. that's reall...   Mar 28 2010, 12:41 PM
mALX   You did it!!!!!! Oh Thank...   Mar 28 2010, 02:46 PM
Destri Melarg   Hooray! Aradroth makes his meandering way to C...   Mar 28 2010, 07:04 PM
haute ecole rider   Ditto to all of the above!   Mar 28 2010, 07:24 PM
Jacki Dice   I also love the little poke at the psychic guards ...   Mar 28 2010, 08:09 PM
Olen   Nice piece, look forward to seeing more. Just a ...   Mar 29 2010, 01:40 PM
Remko   I really liked that!   Mar 30 2010, 01:36 PM
D.Foxy   Just a nit... I have had the good fortune to stud...   Mar 31 2010, 11:42 AM
Winter Wolf   - Treydog. Thanks for the kind support oh son of T...   Apr 1 2010, 06:37 PM
haute ecole rider   This is a really good chapter. Even better than th...   Apr 1 2010, 08:01 PM
mALX   Oh Wolf, there are so many places I want to quote...   Apr 1 2010, 08:02 PM
SubRosa   Once more your use of metaphor is particularly out...   Apr 2 2010, 06:33 PM
Destri Melarg   The opening paragraph takes the breath away; it is...   Apr 2 2010, 09:38 PM
Winter Wolf   haute ecole rider - Thanks for the support, it mea...   Apr 5 2010, 02:05 AM
Olen   Good piece, I like this. The characterisation of ...   Apr 5 2010, 12:02 PM
mALX   Oh Wolf, I love this chapter! Your detail on ...   Apr 5 2010, 01:03 PM
minque   Ahhh another piece of great writing! oh my hav...   Apr 5 2010, 03:40 PM
SubRosa   More strong metaphors, as we have come to expect f...   Apr 5 2010, 05:16 PM
haute ecole rider   I think you have improved greatly since the first ...   Apr 5 2010, 08:21 PM
Destri Melarg   The others have already commented on how well you ...   Apr 6 2010, 08:39 AM
treydog   You really do a wonderful job of moving the story ...   Apr 10 2010, 08:16 PM
Acadian   Wolf, you have done a wonderful job of bringing Ar...   Apr 11 2010, 04:18 PM
Winter Wolf   Olen - Thanks for stopping in. The hard part about...   Apr 24 2010, 09:44 AM
mALX   This is the absolute best depiction I have ever re...   Apr 24 2010, 03:35 PM
SubRosa   I find a good way to tell if you need a comma or n...   Apr 24 2010, 09:16 PM
haute ecole rider   This is great! I loved that you wrote this fro...   Apr 24 2010, 11:29 PM
Acadian   1. Thank you for your kind words regarding Buffy....   Apr 27 2010, 04:05 PM
Zalphon   Nice description :)   May 1 2010, 06:49 PM
Destri Melarg   I am stunned at how well put together this chapter...   May 8 2010, 12:21 AM
Remko   I envy your usage of clear, powerful metaphors. An...   Jun 17 2010, 10:34 AM
Winter Wolf   mALX - I am very glad that you enjoyed my take on ...   Jun 27 2010, 12:36 AM
haute ecole rider   Changing the POV would ordinarily irritate me, but...   Jun 27 2010, 01:04 AM
SubRosa   Very exciting chase! I loved Dar Jee's cra...   Jun 27 2010, 01:38 AM
Acadian   Loads of action here and well-painted. Aradroth i...   Jun 27 2010, 01:49 AM
Olen   An update, bravo! I like this piece it has a ...   Jun 27 2010, 09:48 PM
Destri Melarg   The details made this chapter for me. The thump t...   Jun 30 2010, 01:22 AM
Winter Wolf   Haute ecole rider- Thanks for the support of the P...   Jul 4 2010, 12:59 AM
haute ecole rider   Funny. You have almost the same perception of Cael...   Jul 4 2010, 02:02 AM
SubRosa   Poor Dar Jee! They have a secret torture room ...   Jul 4 2010, 03:22 AM
Acadian   Very neat! Captivatingly immersive, in fact. ...   Jul 4 2010, 03:30 AM
Remko   Aaargh, you make me want to play Oblivion and star...   Jul 5 2010, 12:07 PM
Olen   Nicely written part. It worked well keeping the r...   Jul 5 2010, 02:44 PM
Destri Melarg   Positively chilling! I don’t know what’s wors...   Jul 14 2010, 12:29 AM
Winter Wolf   Haute Ecole Rider- Thanks for your comment. Caelia...   Jul 18 2010, 01:28 AM
haute ecole rider   ooh, a manhunt! This Pashan sounds like a for...   Jul 18 2010, 02:16 AM
SubRosa   I agree with haute, this Pashan seems like an inte...   Jul 18 2010, 03:06 AM
Acadian   Wolf, I really liked everything about this! Y...   Jul 18 2010, 04:15 AM
Olen   Nice part, there were some great little details th...   Jul 18 2010, 05:02 PM
Destri Melarg   Everything Acadian said goes for me too! In Pa...   Jul 23 2010, 11:37 PM
mALX   I thought this paragraph described an assassin...   Aug 7 2010, 10:58 PM
Winter Wolf   haute ecole rider -Thanks! My goal when I star...   Aug 15 2010, 08:45 AM
Olen   Good to see a continuation to this, certainly I th...   Aug 15 2010, 10:58 AM
haute ecole rider   I liked the slower pacing here - a nice interlude ...   Aug 15 2010, 02:04 PM
Acadian   Oooh, I love this, Wolf! In the first par...   Aug 15 2010, 05:41 PM
SubRosa   Vance is another interesting character. I loved hi...   Aug 15 2010, 06:47 PM
mALX   Woo Hoo !!!! A Buffy Tribute...   Aug 17 2010, 12:40 AM
Destri Melarg   I am curious to se what role Vance plays amongst t...   Aug 17 2010, 07:55 AM
treydog   Bad doggie for somehow forgetting to comment! ...   Aug 19 2010, 09:25 PM
mALX   After killing the badly misguided bandit, you h...   Aug 20 2010, 05:20 PM
Winter Wolf   Olen-Thanks for the kind words. The head-hunters s...   Dec 21 2010, 02:48 AM
Acadian   This is full of mysteries! The hunt for Aradr...   Dec 21 2010, 03:19 AM
SubRosa   Yay, Darkness called once more. Thank goodness I p...   Dec 21 2010, 03:26 AM
mALX   I have so missed your ability to weave words into ...   Dec 21 2010, 05:46 AM
Olen   Oooh I missed this update. Great stuff again, the...   Dec 29 2010, 04:45 PM
Winter Wolf   Acadian-Thanks for your kind words on the feeling ...   Jan 6 2011, 11:39 PM
SubRosa   A pulse-pounding fight in the bandit camp! One...   Jan 7 2011, 03:05 AM
Acadian   Such a warm welcome back to you! I am so deli...   Jan 7 2011, 03:32 AM
Olen   A pulse rising part indeed, good stuff. It worked...   Jan 7 2011, 02:56 PM
mALX   GAAAH! Pashan is a paradox that can ponder t...   Jan 7 2011, 08:18 PM


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