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Private Brothers in the dark

Circe watched with red eyes as Donmjark and the small Argonian boy returned. She met the child's gaze twice and made no effort to make her appearance any less threatening. On the balcony the Jarl suddenly appeared and gave them a brief warning before disappearing out of view.

“Don’t fail”.

Circe laughed to herself. Don't fail. As if we would try to. These Jarls wouldn't last one minute outside of their precious cities.

Through the open doors of the palace Circe could feel a rough breeze lash out against her face and could just about see the darkening sky outside. Within half an hour the sky would be dark and the city would sleep. The thieves and murderers would rise from the shadows and take money and lives alike, while Vampires and Werewolves prowled around the walls and prayed on less wary travellers. That was life in Skyrim, something everyone had come to terms with.

"I suspect we will all be wanting sleep tonight as tomorrow will prove to be quite draining. The Winking Skeever will have plenty of room. I suggest we made out way there now."

The group began to shift, readying to make a move when Circe moved in a blur towards the other Vampire in the group. Grabbing his arm she pulled him outside and into the shadows of the city. She had done it in such a way that anyone else would have not even realised that it had been Circe in that blur. She pushed the man against a wall and pinned his shoulders against the stone of the Blue Palace. Her eyes had a sinister look about them and her fangs were now in full view of the man. She moved her face in close to his like she had done earlier and let here crimson eyes pierce his.

"I'm sorry." She said in a whisper. "I know you are not like the rest of out kind. Its just hard for me to accept that there are a few Vampires in the world who aren't evil."

She kissed the man on the cheek, and with that, rejoined the group as the made their way towards the Winking Skeever.

 
M'ar walked close by Donmjark. The Nord was his best friend. He stayed away from the khajiits. He's seen what their claws can do.
"I suspect we will all be wanting sleep tonight as tomorrow will prove to be quite draining. The Winking Skeever will have plenty of room. I suggest we made out way there now."

M'ar nodded. He didn't want to look her in the eyes, it would be respectful but in his opinion it would be too dangerous. He was a little tired but more thirsty than anything. He reached into his satchel and pulled out a mead bottle. It had water in it instead of mead. He drank the whole bottle and dropped it back in his satchel.

He looked back to see 2 people missing. The woman and the man. Circe and Wostrun. He stepped away from the group to look for them. He stepped around a corner and quickly step back when he seen them. Circe had Wostrun against the wall. He couldn't hear what was happening but he noticed a small kiss on the cheek. Circe was about to turn around.

M'ar ran away as fast as he could back to the group. The Nord looked at him strangely. "Umm I forgot something." M'ar hoped Circe and Wostrun didn't see him.
 
Zali noted with pleasure that most of the group did not appear to be paying her any mind. She preferred it that way -- the young Khajiit was never one for attention. Still, she smiled sweetly at the Breton who introduced himself. "Wostrun Grace, milady. How should I address you?"

Zali tried her best to suppress a chuckle of amusement. Never in her life had anyone called her 'milady.' "Cheyna." She lied easily. It had been her mother's name, and seemed as good an alias as any. "A pleasure."

She stood patiently and in silence as she waited for their "spokesman" and the Argonian to return. It did not take long. A few slips of paper and some parting words from Jarl Elisif, and it was done. Huh. Easier than I expected. She thought to herself as she trailed along behind the others, stepping back through the immense doors of the palace and out onto the beautiful cobblestone streets of Solitude.

((Sorry that was so short. At least wanted to post something when I got home from work XD))
 
At the mention of The Winking Skeever, Doonkur's demeanor was on the upswing. I'm about to join a rag-tag group of individuals, he thought. And who are we hunting? Bunny? Deer? Ice Troll? Noooooo. We're about to go after the Dark bleedin' Brotherhood! I need a drink. He looked around, trying to assess the heart and soul of his new companions. Or maybe six.
 
"Cheyna. A pleasure." The Khajiit spoke whilst grinning, I guess not all Khajiit folk prefer pleasantries.

"I suspect we will all be wanting sleep tonight as tomorrow will prove to be quite draining. The Winking Skeever will have plenty of room. I suggest we made our way there now."

Not all of us, I believe some of us are most ready at this time of the night. I jest to myself.

The group readied themselves, some checked their pockets for a few septims to spare for the night. I checked mine. I left most of my funds back at Markarth, only thing there was my betrothed's locket and a few lints. I hope the innkeeper would make an exception for some of us.

As I gather my senses, the vampire lady moved like the wind and grabbed my arm. I hoped that the rest of the group did not notice that I was being dragged outside, barely keeping up, into the dark corner of the city. My reflexes are faster than her movement, wish I could say the same for my own two feet.

She backed me against a wall and moved her face near mine, leaving only a few inches of gap. I was about to unsheathe my blade when she let out a soft "I'm sorry." I kept a straight expression on my face and a grip on my sword.

"I know you are not like the rest of our kind. Its just hard for me to accept that there are a few Vampires in the world who aren't evil." Her eyes dancing with a crimson hue as she spoke.

Before I could respond, she gave me a peck on the cheek. I failed to keep my blank face as her lips touched them, one can only feel surprised after her demeanor from before. I saw M'ar scamper towards the group as the vampire lady turned, as if his life depended on it; he probably looked her straight in the eye at one point. She rejoined the group without giving me a chance to speak. It was such a long time ago since I experienced something like that. Lea.

Well, the gap from "I want to rip your heart out and dance with it on your grave" to a kiss on the cheek is quite huge, and yet the amount of effort it took to cross it is quite small. And I don't even know her name. 30 years of wandering Skyrim, and yet it's inhabitants still surprise me. I mused and chuckled lightly as I rejoin our group, heading towards the Winking Skeever.
 
Donmjark followed his colleagues to the Inn, now that the quest had been started he felt quite tired even though it had only just gotten dark. The days libations and meetings having caught up with him.

He made is apologies and staggered back to his room, stripping out of his armour and clambering into bed before falling into a fitful sleep.
 
Doonkur bellied up to the bar and ordered two ales for himself. The innkeeper gave him a look as if to ask, two? But there's only one of you. The Khajiit noticed his questioning expression, and confirmed, Yes, two ales, please. I'm thirsty. While waiting for his libations to arrive, he saw Donmjark head for a room. He smiled, knowing that a few more ales would for surely be the sleep-aid he needed. But until then, he once more gazed upon his fellow bounty hunters. They all looked capable to him. He wondered what the members of the Dark Brotherhood would think of the others as well as himself.
 
Adelaisa followed the others to the tavern, realizing just how hungry she was. She was beginning to feel light headed, and would need to eat fairly soon, and so this early pit stop was a welcomed delay. It would be no fun hunting on an empty stomach.

Adelaisa took a seat at the bar next to the cat, who had just ordered two ales. Ah, theres a thought.Yes, a fine idea, getting drunk tonight. It may well be our last chance to do so. Adelaisa reached for the coin purse at her hip. Its weight told her that she would be having a fun evening. "Bring me a loaf of bread, and all the ale you can spare." She wasn't asking the inkeeper-- she was making demands. In less than 24 hours, she could very well be dead. This was no time for making 'rational decisions'.
 
all the ale you can spare, said the female Imperial. Now that definitely caught Doonkur's attention, thinking to himself, Now why didn't I think of that? With a smile on his face, he turned to introduce himself to her, and by now his pair of ales had arrived. My name's Doonkur, and it's a pleasure to meet you, he said, extending his hand, before continuing, My drinks are here, but I shall wait on drinking them until yours have shown up. I am curious to see what "all the ale you can spare" looks like.
 
Adelaisa turned to the khajiit, shaking his furry hand. "Nice to meet you. My name is Adelaisa." She smiled awkwardly at Doonkur. Smiling wasn't something that she did often, but it was the politething to do. "I suppose I just want to have one last night of fun before we start our hunting." She placed her coin purse on the counter. "When he runs out, I'll go out on the town. I'm sure that someone somewhere will have some wine." She stopped to think for a moment, and an incredible idea came into her head. "Perhaps we could use my rank to sneak into the East Empire Company. I doubt the guards would question an officer of the Penitus Oculatus. I'm sure we could use the supplies, and they'll surely have plenty of alcohol."

Adelaisa looked at the counter, finding that her bread was already waiting for her. She tore a piece of it and shoved it into her mouth. The bread was sweet, and burned her tastebuds. After the first bite, she was rescued from her hunger. "But I'd need some help stealing the goods, of course."
 
He nodded at her. Adelaisa. That's a very nice name, he told her. I do agree with you on having a bit of fun this fine night. Obviously, tracking and killing anyone from the Brotherhood will be a monumental task. I do hope that we'll be up to the job.

At her last statement, he eyed her slyly. Well, since I don't see a line forming to assist you with these goods, I'll tag along. Let's at least finish our drinks, and then you lead the way, he said, while nearly draining his first ale.
 
M'ar walked into the Inn. He never been inside of one before. He admired the interior,he saw moose racks and bear heads mounted on the wall. He rummaged around his satchel for necessary funds for his room. He found the amount and entered his room and jumped on the bed.

He laid down and saw the door was open. He got up and closed the door. There was no lock. He hated knowing anyone could come in if they wanted to. He shook the thought from his mind. He through his satchel in the chest provided and took out his fishing pole. He snapped the pieces together and smiled. He put the pole under his bed. He went to his satchel and pulled out his mother's necklace and put it under the bed too. He jumped on and stared at the ceiling. He dosed off and on. Only getting five minutes of rest each.

He stepped out of his room and refilled his mead bottle with water. He sat at a table and drank it slowly filling his stomach. He had no money for food so water was the best he could do.
 
The group separated as we entered the inn, wanting a bit of rest and leisure before we take on one of the hardest, if not the hardest, hunts of all, the Dark Brotherhood itself.

Donmjark mumbled to the rest of us and walked towards his room, looking like a drunk nord that he was earlier, except he was intoxicated by fatigue this time.

M'ar looked upon his surroundings, examining every detail of the interior as if it is his first time being inside this type of building. He gathered a few coins and headed straight towards a free room.

Doonkur, looking to ease tension in him, sat at the bar and ordered a few ales, followed by Adelaisa who ordered a piece of bread and all the ale the tavern can spare. I wouldn't blame her if she was aiming to have a bit of fun eventually, for it may be the last moment of bliss she could have. The two engaged in a conversation. I overheard one of them say something about stealing some goods at the warehouse of the East Empire Company.

I approached the two and whispered to the both of them "Just make sure the both of you come back, we'll need all the able-bodied people with us to take on this great task." I gave them both a pat on the shoulder and went towards the innkeeper.

"Good evening. You see, uhmm, I need a room to spend the night in but I do not have any coin with me." The innkeeper snarled and gave me piercing gaze as he knows already what I am about to say next. "Can I owe you a debt just this once? If it helps, I am one of the people who are taking on the task of the high queen." His expression changed from irritation to a mix of surprise and sympathy. "Say no more, you can take the room upstairs. I can even give you a free meal if you want."

I expressed a sigh of relief and said "Thank you. Although I won't be needing that meal."

I sat next to Adelaisa and Doonkur, and watched their moment of merriment. I smiled a bit and looked at the dining area. I saw M'ar sitting alone, drinking from a mead bottle. I turned to the innkeeper and said "Excuse me. About that free meal you offered earlier, I changed my mind, I want to accept it." The innkeeper went to the kitchen area and came back with a hot plate of horker meat, a few baked potatoes, and a bottle of wine. I grabbed the plate and the bottle, thanked the innkeeper, and headed towards M'ar's table.

I left the plate of food at M'ar's table and said "Eat up, friend. You won't get the energy you need for tomorrow on drinks alone." I pat his shoulder, it was slimy. I wiped my hand on the dead drunk nord sleeping on the next table and headed upstairs.

I sat at the table located at the balcony and grabbed the locket in my pocket and placed it at the table. The things I do and the people I work with just to rebuild Gracelands. How I wish you are here with me. It will make the task less burdening. The locket released a faint light, as if it is responding to my thoughts. A smile painted my face, like an automatic reaction. I grabbed the goblet on the table, poured some wine in it, and looked upon my companions. I hope I see these same faces again once we come back here, strangers they may be, but an amusing set of strangers they are. I mused to myself and took a sip from the goblet.
 
Circe took a seat next to the Vampire man and asked the Nord serving at the bar for a bottle of Mead. He nodded to her and then disappeared around a corner.

"So," Circe said while adjusting herself to face the others. "Have any of you had dealings with the Dark Brotherhood before?"

She knew the question was a bit bold, seeing as they would leave to go and and kill the Dark Brotherhood in the morning, but she thought she would come out and say it.

"I know I have. Twice in fact. Don't worry though, my targets were far from innocent. I got in a heated argument with one of the members though, and have never been back since."
 
M'ar took the plate of food happily. He looked up at the man. "Thank you." The plate consisted of Horker meat and baked potatoes. He was also given a glass of wine. He picked up the wine and took a swig. He nearly spat it out. The taste reminded him of sour fruit.

He swallowed the liquid and set the glass down. He then started to eat his food greedily.The meat was delicious. The potatoes were cooked to perfection.M'ar finished his meal and picked up his glass. He walked to the man who gave him the food. "For you. Thank you for the food." He set the glass down and walked to his room. He closed the door and jumped on his bed. He laid down and closed his eyes. With a belly full of hot food it was easy to sleep.
 
Having polished off both of his ales, Doonkur patiently waited for Adelaisa to finish hers. He was eager to assist her in procuring these stolen goods she had mentioned.

In the meantime, he heard the woman's question about the Dark Brotherhood. He hadn't met her formally yet, but his keen cat senses told him she was a vampire. He shrugged off the thought, as he figured she hadn't done anything to him, so why hold it against her. Besides, if she was to be an ally, trust would have to come into play eventually. Now was as good a time as any to start.

He looked at her and shook his head before saying, No, I have not had any dealings with the Brotherhood before. He held out his hand as a form of introduction, and continued, My name's Doonkur, by the way. Pleased to meet you. What can you tell us about them?
 
The vampire lady eventually asked the most important question to the rest of us.

"So, have any of you had dealings with the Dark Brotherhood before?"

"I know I have. Twice in fact. Don't worry though, my targets were far from innocent. I got in a heated argument with one of the members though, and have never been back since."

A former member, that would be most beneficial. Seeing as she is still existing, my insight about the state of the brotherhood was in fact, correct. I was once aware of the brotherhood and their rules, their so-called "Five Tenets". I was a bit fuzzy on the details, all I remembered is that if a member breaks one of those tenets, the Wrath of Sithis is to be invoked upon them. I shiver at the thought.

I took one last sip of wine and headed to the dining area.

Doonkur lent his experience, or lack of experience that is, with the brotherhood and offered a hand of greeting to the vampire lady.

"I have had encounters with the Dark Brotherhood through the course of my life. I don't know about now but before, those who were 'assigned' to me were quite incompetent and can't be fully passed as assassins."
 
"No, I have not had any dealings with the Brotherhood before." Circe shook the Khajiit's hand as he offered it. "My name's Doonkur, by the way. Pleased to meet you. What can you tell us about them?"

Circe was about to speak when the other Vampire replied to her question as well.

"I have had encounters with the Dark Brotherhood through the course of my life. I don't know about now but before, those who were 'assigned' to me were quite incompetent and can't be fully passed as assassins."​
"Ah, but you have been on the receiving end of the Dark Brotherhood." Circe said with a wide smile. "I have worked inside their sanctuary before. As for your question Doonkur, the only thing I can tell you about the Dark Brotherhood is that they are merciless, backstabbing, bastards. The week after I had left them someone had preformed the Black Sacrament and wanted me dead. And do you know what those assassins did? They didn't honour me as a past assassin, they sent for me to be killed. I was fine in the end, believe it or not they only sent a rookie after me, but just that has given me all I need to want them dead."​
 
"Regarding the Black Sacrament, that is what they use to establish contracts, correct? Is there a way for them to know the validity of the person who wishes to contact them? Also, one more thing."

I approached the vampire lady and said in a soft tone: "Don't you think we should have this discussion in a more private room? I think it is safe to assume that the brotherhood is already aware that we are going against them."
 
"Regarding the Black Sacrament, that is what they use to establish contracts, correct? Is there a way for them to know the validity of the person who wishes to contact them? Also, one more thing. Don't you think we should have this discussion in a more private room? I think it is safe to assume that the brotherhood is already aware that we are going against them."

As the man finished, Circe put a hand on the man's shoulder and spoke quietly.

"I have been monitoring the Inn since we arrived. I can't hear anything out of the normal as of yet, and I can't see or smell anything that may pose a threat to us. But perhaps you are right. Follow me to my room and we can talk in private. If there are any prying eyes about though, let me just warm you that speaking behind a closed door won't keep the Dark Brotherhood away."

The Imperial stood from her chair and, after taking one last look around the Inn, proceeded towards the stairs. As she stepped onto the next floor she took a look at the key in her hand. Room eleven. She moved quickly towards the door, unlocked it, and then made her way to a small table with two chairs in the corner of the room, making sure to leave the door open for the Vampire. Once she was settled in her seat she relaxed back into it, not too worried if the Dark Brotherhood really were watching her every move. Circe knew that they were masters at what they did, they could be in the same room as a Vampire and go undetected by sight of hearing. That is why the Imperial relied so heavily on smell. Astrid, you sure are on sneaky bitch.
 
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