The blade thrummed with immense power as I first grasped it, it seemed to eminate strength as it glowed with a captivating intensity. Feeling suddenly whole, I turned to face the boy, blade raised. He looked at me, not out of fear but curiosity, as I studdied him, planning my next move. I asked him his name "Nelkir", he answered, before continuing "I can hear her, she speaks to me", intriguied I hesitated and lowered myself to look him in the eye....
As we descended the stairs I asked my father if he had meant what he had said; was I really about to see the Morag Tong? The greatly renowned assassin's guild was shrouded in secrecy and I could not comprehend what my father could possibly know. The stairs ended at a stone wall, upon which my father placed his hands and whispered softly. The wall suddenly began to grind forward and together we entered a room that just seemed to go on endlessly, small tunnels fed into the room at the sides and many people hurried about in and out of them. But what amazed me most was another statue, like the one outside that spanned the floor and ceiling. It was for this that my father made a beeline. "Come Davve, this is my lady Mephala".
..."She is the Webspinner boy, and she will be your Lady" the boy looked puzzled and I chose this moment to sheath my blade, lashing at the boy with the hilt as I did so. He crumpled and I quickly gathered him up. Now it was time to think on my feet, I knew I had to leave a different way to that which I came in and I knew it had to bne done sooner rather than later. With renewed urgency I re-entered the main hall and headed up a flight of stairs to a large Oak door. Through this I exited onto a large clearing. At the far end sat three more of the ridiculously inept guards, I stooped down and hid Nelkir behind a pillar before casting my eyes around. It looked like this was a training area andsure enough, someone had left a bow and quiver lying around. Nocking an arrow I advanced slowly through the darkness towards where the guards were, I released and one guard was thrown sideways by the force of the arrow entering his temple. Quickly I dropped the bow and unsheathed the Ebony Blade as the other two Nordic fools advanced towards me, disdainfully I parried their pathetic attempts at attacks and summarily removed the offending hand of one, as he moaned in agony the other attacked again which I this time ducked before plunging the blade into his back. As he fell the other looked up at me in sheer terror, I smiled at him and in that moment of confusion removed his puzzled looking head.
With my escape from the palace made, I headed North, still bearing Nelkir, until I came to a farm. Hearing a comotion I hurried towards it: a jester stood arguing to a farmer and pointing at his wagon. It was soon explained to me that the jester needed help fixing his wagon as one of the wheels had come off. The farmer was refusing as he said something felt wrong about this jester, I could not help but agree with him as somethng was nagging at me about him and his mysterious cargo. Nevertheless I assisted him as we fixed the wheel together, he bode me farewell calling out "Cicero" when I enquired as to his name. Realising how tired I was, I decided to use Nelkir to my advantage, I hurried back to the farm and asked if we could stay as my 'friend' was feeling unwell, they admitted me and there I spent the night.
As i knelt before the statue my father told me the whole truth of his life with the Morag Tong and how he was an assassin and that I was to become one. "This is why you are here Davve, I cannot complete my next job alone, I need your help" and it was on this day that I took another life for the first time. We left the sanctuary and headed into the more affluent part of the city. We were tasked with executing the son of a noble that was making a bit too much noise for the Jarl's liking: Efrin Stormcloak.
Nelkir awoke early that morning however made no move to escape or even cry out for help. He simply sat there looking at me strangely "where are we going he asked?", "Windhelm" was my reply, to which he informed to that his father did not like the Jarl there: Ulfric Stormcloak. This made me laugh and the boy looked bemused as I shook in mirth "some things never change then" I said as way of an explanation. I told Nelkir to remain in his room as I left to speak to the two farmers. Their door was slightly ajar and I crept in silently, drawing my dagger as I did so, with a quick movement I slit the neck of first the farmer and then his wife. "Come Nelkir, we're leaving".
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