 Chapter 1: The Assassin |
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| This Elder Scrolls Book Club selection was written by {TWC}Mithrandir | |||
eldryn crouched on a plank in the ceiling, perfectly balanced and able to see his target. The young Imperial councillor [sic] sat at his desk. Soon he would take his walk throughout the manor, and relieve his bodyguards to their quarters. The perfect opportunity.
Seldryn had never failed a contract. One way or another, his contract ended up fulfilled. He was known for his independence in the Brotherhood, however. He would hardly speak, and trained most of the day. The others, however, knew of his past reputation as an assassin. Which is why they recruited him.
He had waited for two hours, perfectly still, until the councillor [sic] got up and turned to his guard. He muttered a few words, and the guard nodded and left. The councillor [sic] began strolling down the hallway.
Seldryn dropped to the ground, silent as a feather landing in the soft grass, and crouched low as he made his way to the Imperial. He drew his dagger, purposefully attracting the man's attention. The blade was at his throat in less than a second, the point pricking the throat and allowing the tip of the blade to darken with blood.
The Imperial shook with fear, but there was a certain confidence in his eyes. Seldryn, grimacing, thrust the blade a bit deeper, just enough to kill the man. He pulled it out and, kneeling over the fallen body, set a leather strip on the man's chest. A black hand was engraved in it.
Seldryn bounded soundlessly down the hallway, but skidded to a halt in the entrance hall.
The dead guards were left in the positions he had placed them, but he now found himself surrounded by twelve armed soldiers. Without drawing a breath, he removed his sheathed weapons and tossed them to a guard. He also removed the three concealed knives, poison apples, and some paralyzing poisons, and set them on the ground.
He didnt [sic] say a word as they clapped wrist irons onto him. Nor did he speak as they interrogated him in an isolated room. Nothing more than breath escaped his lips as they threw him into a cell, with another Dunmer across from him.
He leaned back against the wall, under the window, and studied the cell for signs of weaknesses. A few hours passed. He noticed nothing. The cell was flawless.
Seldryn was woken from a light sleep by a snickering sound. The Dunmer across the hallway spoke. "You there! I haven't seen another Dunmer in I don't know how long! What are you in for? Maybe it's just that--"
An icy cold stare from Seldryn silenced the prisoner. He leaned against the bars, causing the Dunmer to take a few steps back. He was about to taunt Seldryn again when they both heard a voice.