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Oblivion’s Dark Brotherhood members’ age estimation (because I am bored and writing a fic about them anyway.)
Cheydinhal Sanctuary
Vicente Valtieri: We know he became a vampire three hundred years ago but I always thought he was already at his mid-forties when he became an undead by looking at his face or behavior.
Antoinetta Marie: The youngest member of the Sanctuary. She mentions being in prison when she was ‘young’ but I can’t see her being older than mid-twenties considering Lucien recruited her and he should have been the Speaker to recruit potential members.
Gogron gro-Bolmog: Early thirties.
M’raaj-Dar: Late thirties.
Teinaava & Ocheeva: Mid to late twenties but I lean towards mid. Teinaava says they knew Lucien since they were hatchlings and if the Brotherhood entrusted Lucien with their education he can’t be so young or inexperienced either.
Telaendril: I can see her around thirty. Her dad tried to murder Telaendril so I always thought she should have been a ‘younger’ elf. Also recruited by Lucien so she can’t be older than forty-fifty.
The Black Hand:
Lucien Lachance: Early to mid-forties′ considering he raised the twins AND killed Mathieu’s mother when he was a boy. If we say Lucien killed his mother when Mathieu was ten and he himself was twenty-five during the assassination it would make him around forty during Oblivion. It is hard to guess but I am pretty sure he is not younger than that.
Another estimation could be made by using the twins: If we say they are twenty-five and met with Lucien when they were five also Lucien was twenty-five as an established member when he took them he could be around forty-five during Oblivion.
Mathieu Bellamont: Not older than thirty despite his in-game appearance.
Arquen: I always saw her as a ‘younger’ Elf so I would say around hundred.
Alval Uvani: Old. Both his face and vibes say he is an elder wizard so two-hundred.
Banus Alor: There is not that much info about him but younger than Alval as a Dunmer so maybe around his nineties? Idk.
Belisarius Arius: “I have not had blood on my hands in far too long!” he says in Applewatch so probably he is either old or have been working as a Speaker for a long time. Early fifties maybe.
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She Kills Like Us
For @tes-summer-fest day 4, for the prompt, mortal
cw: character death, referenced violence
It's warm. Warmer than Bruma’s biting cold tempered by a fireplace, warmer than a heated quilt made for smaller, frailer human bodies. So warm, that Garvi thinks it’s Narina’s head against her chest, her hair tickling Garvi’s neck. There’s a smile on Garvi’s face when the hold tightens and she’s met not with deep olive skin and auburn hair, but Antoinetta’s soft, wicked face, her pale hair fluffed up like a halo and her sleep-blurred eyes.
“Hello, Sister.”
“Morning.” She fights a yawn, mind wading through the fog to find the contract that would pull her out of bed.
“Is it worktime yet?”
“No," Short fingers sweep through her hair with affection. "You've earned the rest. Ocheeva hasn’t stopped with the praises. Your last contract was a thing of beauty.”
She doesn’t remember what it was. The fort, perhaps, where the rain poured its music against the quiet stone walls. This she knows; the quickening in her blood, the hunger in the pit of her belly to come home and hear them love her again. Our sister, our sister. Your last contract was a thing of beauty.
She sighs, and tries to stretch like a cat, when another pair of arms drapes across her ribs. Shock-cold to the touch, Vincente’s breath is freezing as he laughs. “Swift as a shadow, silent as the Void. It was me who trained her, after all.”
Maybe it was the ship Captain, and all the feats of acrobatics she’d performed to fold herself into a fish-barrell, the marvelous gaping wound of silk where his heart had come askew.
"I know you've claimed a well-deserved bonus, but you can ask of us what you like."
"I know what she will, Brother." Ocheeva answers for her. If Garvi shuts her eyes, shuts them tight and draws the latch across her chest, the gravel of her voice is almost her mother's.
"Mhm, the pastry. With the sugar dusting."
Was it the old bosmer she'd killed? Head tipped back and a smile on his face, the sick swoop of heady control when she crouched in the dark, untied the mounted deer head.
"Anything for you, Sister." Teinaava echoes from the other side. The twins with their hands entwined and their tails twisted over Garvi's feet; tell me about your family, how were they like, softly, softly, when her tears drenched the pillow, and we're here for you, here for you, a warmth as certain and dark as her loneliness.
She knows the grunt of assent and the weight against her side is the dearest of all her Brothers. "Vincente's just stealing credit." Gogron teases. "We orcs don't need help learning to kill."
She'd stiffened under the pronouncement once- In the tavern, the blood dripping from her hands, and the guardsmen's boots to her back, the scoffing laugh, full of hate, the puncture in her chest when she knew she couldn’t escape it, when she'd pleaded it wasn't her- who else could've done it?
But Gogron is holding her tight as if asking her and what of it, eyes shining with pride– who else could’ve done it? – his arm strong enough to gather her and Antoinetta and crush Vincente's complaining hand, the way he held her hair back when she vomited her grief to an empty basin, the way he held her when her eyes sought her brother- her brother's bright smile in his.
Taelendril leans across Garvi's shoulder to kiss the crown of Gogron's head.
"She doesn't kill like you, love. She kills like me."
Clever girl. Clever, quiet girl, this Sister of ours.
She kills like me. Sometimes Garvi touches her fingers to her face and feels her features morph, many heads, many skins. She loses track of the aunt who told her it was her mother’s eyes she had, keen as a forge-wife’s, when she sees nothing in her eyes and lips and teeth and the curve of her fingers but Teinaava’s swiftness and Ocheeva’s grace, Antoinetta’s dogged fury and Vincente’s frosted composure, Gogron’s relish and M’raaj-Dar’s precision and Taelendril’s dead, dead aim.
“So perfect”, Antoinetta says. “And so modest too.”
There is a flash of her dancing with light feet on the table, brandy spilling dark brown down the damp wood to Garvi’s lap. Golden hair like tendrils of sunlight in the gloom, fingers laced and nails catching on coarse fabric but so soft, so smooth, so desperate in hurt, a droplet of blood beading at a fresh cut, waiting for skin and tongue.
Garvi wants to dream again when she feels the blanket pull. M’raaj-Dar snores lightly.
She wants to turn to him, tell him of an apple slipped so gracefully among the basket of fruits at the mansion- the mansion, Skingrad’s mountain fog clinging to the walls so tightly that every ray of light had to gasp for breath. She’s forgotten their names, so quickly at that, she swears it was only yesterday.
Was that it? A thing of beauty enough, five dead and not a whisper of suspicion. She hears that the house is haunted now, ghosts wailing in the cellar and the rooms and the rotted gardens, that the iron gate fell to rust, and the wooden halls to decay, that noone would have it till it was quietly moved off the market.
She turns to tell him this, but she opens her mouth and her voice falls and shatters.
How does she know this? How does she know?
And since when did M’raaj-Dar take to sleeping by her side? He was diffident, cold to match her, a chill silence she almost welcomed when the cloying warmth of everyone else overtook her. The only time he called her his Sister was when- was before- was-
Warm wet fur quiet gasp claws creaking over wood who’s there who did this why did you do this—
The contract; she remembers now.
Garvi screams but it’s muffled in the pressure against her chest. She thrashes but their limbs are too well tangled with hers.
When she manages a sound it is only to gasp out Narina’s name.
“Narina,” she repeats. “Narina, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming.”
Antoinetta presses a finger to Garvi’s lips. She likes Garvi quiet, and her throat Garvi had slit with her head on her lap. There were tears in her eyes then, her mouth rounded like a frightened child’s.
“She’s gone, remember?” She whispers.
She wants to wrench them away from herself, break their arms and palms and legs in half so Narina’s name wouldn’t cross their lips, not a touch not a whisper, not a thought of her where she could be stolen and ripped away and spoilt, ruined like she is, ruined like they ruined her– before she remembers; Narina reaching for her hand over the armrest, wrinkled skin and the last trace of auburn in her hair turned grey, Narina stroking her cheek with something close to fear, something close to pity, her savior and her sanctuary, Narina buried in the chapel yard, the snow drifting over where her name was carved into the stone.
An ancient foreboding, older than her bones, older than the stone walls of the abandoned Sanctuary. For a soul touched by Sithis, this is the waking world, and that other life the dream.
“Why are you here?” Garvi cannot feel her lips move. “There’s no vengeance left for you.”
“What vengeance, sister?” Vincente smiles against her skin. “You did as Sithis asked of you.”
What Lucien Lachance asked of me. Each life taken with a shiver of relief, each link in a chain unraveling. Not for Sithis, but for this, the remains of a lie. Family. Years pile upon years and in loneliness she slips too close to believing them again.
Vincente was the first. Silver driving into his chest, his crimson eyes barely fluttering in surprise.
And Teinaava who bore the worst of the brunt, she punctured his scales into a bloody canvas. Let me go, let me go, let me go— she’d cried, even if it was his body that shivered and shuddered between her arms.
“But you hated us.”
Even now, the quiet disappointment in Gogron’s voice stings. This close, when he speaks, she smells the poison on his lips. He feasted on death from her open palms. He went to sleep without a sound. “Why hate us? We loved you. We love you still.”
“You could do it again,” Ocheeva, neck slightly bent as it was when her own blood bubbled in her mouth, “You could do it again and Ocheeva would still love you.”
Garvi struggles, and when they hold her closer, she sharpens her tongue. “I lied about Scar-Tail.”
“I know, Sister.”
"I've hated you since then."
Porcelain-wrought, her trust that fractured, a bleeding heart in her hands she wished to rip to shreds like an animal. This was no home. This was no family. The only way left– the only way out was beneath, to sink like a stone to the heart of the Void.
Me today, you tomorrow. Was it her dream or her waking where she gorged on despair?
Taelendril’s deft arm frozen in paralysis, halfway to her bow. Ungolim’s eyes turned to the stars.
Good, good, good, let it end with me, let it end with me, let me be the last one damned, her hands stained and drenched and so bruised they could hold nothing else.
I killed them all, Narina. Murderers, vile and cruel as I am. How grotesque that grace, how abominable. I love you, she wanted to say, but she said, Narina, let me be your executioner.
And how the years fell with the snow, burying beneath it her private, indecent grief. Dwarfed beneath the tower of her own disguise, then the sweet mercy of their oblivion.
In the end, she’d hoped it was her guilt that would sit at her bedside, wearing the face of innocents. She does not remember the innocents. How cruelly the Void comes calling in the twilight, how futile her attempts at evading it.
“I never loved you.” She wants to laugh, her teeth meeting skin and scale and flesh. “ Deceit isn’t love, and I deceived, I deceived your precious Night Mother. I used every last murderer as my blade alone.”
“I know, Sister.”
Someone shushes her, someone cradles her head as tenderly as they once did, the sick-sweet scent of poison apple makes her lungs heave.
“It’s alright, it’s alright. We don’t want to leave you alone.”
She no longer knows who speaks, their voice or her own.
“We’ve missed you, Sister.”
Eternity opens its pitch black eye smiles in shadow. She hears its advancing footsteps, feels the familiar burden of its bargain.
“Let me go,” She struggles again, but she tires. “You’re a dream. You’re only a dream.”
“Poor Garvi.” Taelendril croons. “Who’s left to remember you but us?”
No one, she wants no one. The legend belonged to Martin, the lands to better heroes. The stuff of her that remains, for Narina’s tender hands. Every inch of herself exorcised so she would be hollow in the end, and yet how full, how uneven the rips and tears of her being.
“I’ll forget you. I’ll forget you the moment I wake up.”
“But you can’t.” Ocheeva promises. “You haven’t.”
Antoinetta’s lips are against her cheek. "We'll be together forever. What a life we’ve lived in your skin, what sights we’ve seen through your eyes.”
The lanterns are dimming, and M’raaj-Dar’s yellow-golden eyes remain the last needlepoint of light. The warmth engulfs her, a cacophony of soothing sounds. Cold fingers lovingly trail the length of her arm. Fangs flash in the darkness. Sanguine, the color of the night.
They hold her fast. “Welcome home.”
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In the morning, Bruma, slowest to forget, prepares for a half-hearted funeral. The young maid, relieved of her charge, sighs a prayer for Arkay’s peaceful rest, pulls the covers over the old orc’s face– her mouth is slack as if screaming, her eyes wide open, frozen in fear.
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TES Summer Fest, Day 4: Sanctuary
Kisses Cursed by archangelsammy
Rating: Mature
Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationship: Female Hero of Kvatch | Champion of Cyrodiil/Lucien Lachance
Characters: Female Hero of Kvatch | Champion of Cyrodiil, Lucien Lachance, Arquen (Elder Scrolls), Vicente Valtieri, Ocheeva (Elder Scrolls), M'raaj-Dar (Elder Scrolls)
Additional Tags: Necrophilia, Kissing, Magic, Necromancy, Post-Dark Brotherhood Questline (Elder Scrolls), Undead, Resurrection, Haunting
Summary: Like calls to like, she has learned, and the necromancy that was performed here previously makes her own tainted magicka sing.
She moved into the Cheydinhal Sanctuary immediately after the war, only to find she wasn’t alone. Ghosts, previously unnoticed, unseen, lingered in the dark corners of rooms: Vicente Valtieri paced in his rooms while M’raaj-Dar raged in the hallways. The shadow of someone slipping room from room, a knife in the dark. People she had killed hovered at the edge of her vision, murmuring and sighing, suggesting spells and rituals.
Day 4 already damn @tes-summer-fest
#tesfest23#tes iv: oblivion#tes#oblivion#hero of kvatch#tes iv#the elder scrolls#elder scrolls#lucien lachance#lucien lachance x hok
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May... May I request the Dark Brotherhood hugcanons? Maybe an additional Spectral Assassin Lucien LaChance? Pretty please? - supervillain-smut
*Steven the Clydesdale fighting Shadowmere in the background* Didn’t know whether you wanted Oblivion or Skyrim so I did both. Anyway enjoy!
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- Oblivion
Lucien Lachance
- Lucien is actually pretty huggable. Like he may come off as kind of a cold hearted person but in reality, he loves hugging people. When he was raising Ocheeva and Teinaava, they asked for hugs all the time and he just became accustomed to them.
- His hugs are very tight and warm. Along with his body, you also get wrapped in the robe and practically suffocated in it. He smells like a musty sort of scent. After living in Fort Farragut for so long that's all he knows.
- If you just walk up to him and hug him out of the blue, he’ll probably be very confused at first and then pat your back in return.
Vicente Valtieri
- Vicente LOVES hugs. Like someone please give this man all the love he deserves. He only hugs specific people though so you gotta get on that list.
- Make sure you bring a blanket cause this man is COLD. Like you press up against him and shivers go down your spine kinda cold. Vicente smells like blood.
- If you spontaneously hug him, he’ll return it and ask if your ok or if you wanna talk about something.
Ocheeva
- Ocheeva is pretty huggable too. Of course the thing with her is that she kinda feels like she’s imposing. You have to ask or initiate it to receive any love.
- Ocheeva has very safe hugs. Like you just feel good when she wraps her arms around your waist. She smells like fresh bread.
Teinaava
- Teinaava is the kind of person to hug you immediately when he meets you. He just loves hugging people so much. Ocheeva is a little over it.
- Teinaava is a “you can’t breathe” kind of hugger. He can’t break your bones but you will suffocate. He smells like swamp.
Gogron gro-Bolmog
- Gogron has canonically hugged and killed a rabbit and tells you he wants to hug you. What do you think? Oh and he smells like testosterone.
M’raaj Dar
- If you even lay a finger on him you're gonna die. Eventually he comes around ;)
- His hugs are very lazy but warm. All that fur gives him an advantage. He smells like a burnt cat.
Telandril
- She really isn’t one for hugs. Like if you come up and ask her for one she’ll totally give it to you, but she’s not gonna go out of her way to hug you.
- Typically she’ll just hug you with one big squeeze and then let go. But if you are like having a bad day or something she’ll definitely hug you for longer. She smells like leather and nature.
Antoinetta Marie
- Antoinetta likes hugs but she is very reserved about who gets said hugs. You gotta be on her top ten list to even get a glance.
- She kinda like loosely hugs you and just sighs every time, absorbing the energy of said hug. She smells like cranberries.
- Skyrim
Arnbjorn
- No. Don’t touch him. You’ll die...you definitely hug him.
- After a lot of groaning and begging, he finally hugs you. His hugs are short, but really warm and they make you feel safe in an odd way. He smells like a dog.
Astrid
- Astrid will hug you, but it will take some convincing. She doesn’t just hug anyone, she kinda has trust issues with that sort of thing.
- Astrid’s hugs are short and sweet. She won’t spend much time hugging you. Maybe just one big squeeze and that's it. She smells like dandelions and blood.
Babette
- I think that Babette would be kinda touch-starved. Like she's been a child all her life and no one really hugs her and then you come along and do so and she realizes.
- Babette is pretty cold so you can’t hug her for too long. And you also have to crouch to do it. But she really does appreciate it. She smells like blood and a bunch of Alchemy ingredients.
Cicero
- Oh my. Here we go. So, Cicero has not been hugged many times in his life. So, when you hug him he either freezes up, or cries.
- If he freezes up, he’ll just kinda pat your back till you remove yourself. But if he cries, his head is going into the crook of your neck and he is holding you in a LOCK. He smells like rubber and insanity.
Festus Krex
- Festus likes hugging people. Like he’ll never admit it but it makes him feel good.
- He will like throw one arm around your neck and put you into an almost head-lock. It’s violent. He smells like old spice and dirt.
Gabriella
- Gabriella likes giving hugs too. She’s always been a pretty affectionate person so if you hug her she’ll probably return it.
- Her hugs are really soft. She just loosely holds her arms around your waist and places her head on your shoulder. She smells like worms oddly enough.
Nazir
- Nazir doesn’t give out hugs to just anyone. You gotta either be his best friend or in like desperate need for one. If you come up to him and hug him tightly, he’ll return it but it won’t last long.
- Nazir’s hugs are very safe. He just gives off this vibe of “I gotchu” when he hugs you. He smells like testosterone and firewood.
Vezaraa
- Vezaraa is the welcome wagon of the guild. You walk in and he’s already hugging you and patting your back.
- His hugs are very tight but kind at the same time. Like he puts you into a lock and is like “your never leaving btw :)”. He smells like swamp.
Spectral Assassin Lucien
- You summon the man, he asks what you need him for, you tell him to stand still, you proceed to attempt to wrap your arms around him, they fade directly through, he looks at you and says, “what the fuck did you think was gonna happen?”, you cry.
#the elder scrolls#tesblr#elder scrolls#skyrim#tes skyrim#tes oblivion#oblivion#elder scrolls x reader#lucien lachance#vicente valtieri#ocheeva#teinaava#Gogron gro-bolmog#m’raaj Dar#telandril#Antoinette Marie#arnbjorn#astrid#babette#cicero#festus krex#Gabriella#nazir#Veezara#dorc writes
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Unusually disgusting cat scared by sympathy
#tes#meme#the elder scrolls#dark brotherhood#oblivion#the elder scrolls iv#the elder scrolls iv: oblivion#khajiit#M’raaj-Dar
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Brother, why ?
Teinaava, Antoinetta Marie, Ocheeva, Vicente Valtieri, Grogron Gro-Bolmog, Telaendril, Lucien Lachance.
(I didn’t draw M’raaj-Dar because I hated him)
#tes#the elder scrolls#tes iv#oblivion#dark brotherhood#why this many feels#teinaava#antoinetta marie#ocheeva#vicente valtieri#gogron gro-bolmog#telaendril#lucien lachance#art#illustration#digital art#my art#fanart#digital painting#videogame
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this is niche but nothing relating to tes in any capacity has ever pained me more than m’raaj-dar apologizing for being a meanie and asking to start over and be friends when you’re literally about to purify the entire sanctuary
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Random Dark Brotherhood Headcanons! :)
I’m supposed to be sleeping but here are some random Dark Brotherhood headcanons instead :)
(Very Vicente-centric I’m sorry I just really love him 🥺🥺🥺)
-Vicente helped Lucien raise Ocheeva and Teinaava. He’s been with the Brotherhood long enough, he’s probably got quite a bit of experience raising Shadowscales. This is the reason there’s a ladder connecting Ocheeva’s bedroom to Vicente’s. Ocheeva’s bedroom used to be Lucien’s, and when she and Teinaava were still very young, they couldn’t quite open the doors by themselves. Lucien had the ladder installed so that if either of them had bad dreams while he wasn’t at the Sanctuary, they could still go to Vicente to be comforted. He probably told them lots of bedtime stories about previous contracts.
-Vicente’s necklace was a gift from Lucien. Whenever he gets nervous/anxious, he holds it and runs his thumb over a smooth part of the amulet to calm down. Also, Ocheeva’s ribbons were a gift from Lucien and Vicente. She only ever takes them off to clean her horns and the rings.
-Vicente’s a very affectionate friend. He loves hugs and platonic hand holding and is definitely down to cuddle. The only reason he fears saying “I love you” is the fact that everyone he loves is an assassin who could be caught and killed any time they have a contract. Every time someone leaves the sanctuary, he sends a little prayer to Sithis for their safety.
-Gogron has basically decided that once he’s too old to carry out contracts, he’s going to settle down with Telaendril (who will probably continue killing for quite a few more years!) and raise rabbits somewhere outside the city walls. (Totally just as a cover ;) )
-Every time Antoinetta has to be reminded of Vicente’s garlic allergy, she feels really bad for forgetting about it. She’s tried everything she can think of to remember, but it just never sticks. Vicente doesn’t really hate her, which is why he never got around to giving his note to Ocheeva. He just gets frustrated when he wants to eat a delicious soup but one little sip nearly kills him :/
She always brings him a little apology gift afterwards, usually something she took off her victims.
-The reason M’raaj-Dar is so rude to the HoK the entire time is because he’s afraid to get attached to someone who could die at any time.
-The reason Lucien was chosen to raise Ocheeva and Teinaava is because he was born under the Shadow, and he can show them all the best ways to take advantage of their birthsign :)
-Spectral Lucien actually loves spending time in the Void because when he’s there, he gets to see everyone he loved in life. His whole family’s there, and they can finally be happy together.
-The jester Cicero killed had some kind of connection to Sheogorath, and the reason the laughter got stuck in his head so easily wasn’t just him focusing on one detail of his final contract, but rather a little “gift” from Sheogorath, who took a liking to Cicero for some reason. This could really tie into HoK!Sheo being a previous Listener wishing to have some kind of connection with the Brotherhood again.
#tes#oblivion#skyrim#dark brotherhood#vicente valtieri#lucien lachance#ocheeva#teinaava#i almost cried writing these#i really should be asleep#gogron gro-balmog#telaendril#antoinetta marie#cicero#sheogorath#m'raaj-dar
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If the Cheydinhal Sanctuary had chatrooms. Chapter 1
Private message between and
Questing4life: @Ghostofachance, the door wont open.
Ghostofachance: did you forget the password?
Questing4life: no I remember, it’s “Sanguine my Brother” right?
Questing4life: I said it a couple of times but the door won’t open.
Ghostofachance: did you only say it after it addressed you?
Questing4life: after the spooky voice? Yeah.
Ghostofachance: How did you say it? Send a voice note.
Questing4life: password.wav
Ghostofachance: That is not how you say Sanguine.
Ghostofachance: it’s pronounced San-”Gwen” not San-”Goon”
Questing4life: wait really?
Questing4life: this would explain why those Sanguine worshipers ran me off the other day.
Ghostofachance: just get inside and see Ocheeva.
Cheydinhal Dark Brotherhood Chat
EatPrayKill: @all. Please give our newest family member a warm dark brotherhood welcome.
EatPrayKill: @Questing4life.
Fangsinthedark: Greetings new family member.
Arrowtotheface: Hello and welcome to the family.
Nooneexpectsthecook: HIIIIII
Publicmurderer#1: welcome to the brotherhood
Shadowscalesrulez: Hello new brother.
Grumpycat: hi
Questing4life: Thanks
Questing4life: To be honest, this wasn’t the sort of energy I was expecting when Vicenti recruited me to his murder cult.
EatPrayKill: we prefer the term “murder organization”
Questing4life: Oh, sorry. No Offense intended.
EatPrayKill: None take. It is mostly to distinguish ourselves from the other murder happy groups in Tamriel.
Fangsinthedark: and the Daedric Cults
Fangsinthedark: @Questing4life, tell us about yourself.
Questing4life: well I’m 25 years old , I’m from Bravil and I like doing stuff for people for the experience and loot.
Questing4life: stuff which now includes murdering people I guess.
Arrowtotheface: It seems our new brother is quite the profit seeker.
Arrowtotheface: Do you not take pleasure in the art of killing?
Questing4life: Sometimes? It kind of gets monotonousness for a while.
Shadowscalesrulez: Monotonousness? That sounds terrible.
Shadowscalesrulez: worry not dear brother, i’m sure all of us here can show you new ways to extinguish life.
Questing4life: Sweet
Questing4life: I think.
Shadowscalesrulez: You are most welcome brother.
EatPrayKill: Before you’re murder horizons can be expanded, there are a few things I must inform you about @Questing4life.
EatPrayKill: Lucien has told you the five tenets of the brotherhood correct?
Questing4life: he did, it was: don’t do night mom dirty, don’t snitch on the brotherhood, listen to big brother/sister, and don’t steal from or kill your other family members.
EatPrayKill: it is a fine summary but you WILL give our dark mother the reverence she deserves.
Questing4life: ah sorry. Night Mother.
Night_Mother: it’s fine.
EatPrayKill: Good, now as acting leader of this sanctuary, I have also created by own set of tenets for those here.
EatPrayKill: No.1 do not attempt to kill Schemer or Bob.
Questing4life: Who?
Nooneexpectsthecook: my pet rat and the sanctuary’s resident dark guardian.
EatPrayKill: yes, both of them are valuable family members and feel nice to pet.
Questing4life: does she mean…?
Fangsinthedark: Yes.
EatPrayKill: No.2 when using the training room, if the training target or dummy is broken while you were using it. Remember to replace it with a new one.
Fangsinthedark: Note that using a corpse as a replacement is not acceptable.
Questing4life: Cause it’ll stink?
EatPrayKill: It is not just that, Bob is highly territorial and does not tolerate another corpse in the sanctuary.
Fangsinthedark: “does not tolerate” translates to “will rip into messy shreds”
Questing4life: I’ll avoid conjuration spells in the sanctuary.
Fangsinthedark: a wise decision.
EatPrayKill: No.3 Re-frame from using the abandoned house above us for anything other than entry.
EatPrayKill: to maintain the illusion that there is nothing here worth looking into.
EatPrayKill: @Nooneexpectsthecook
Nooneexpectsthecook: I was young Ocheeva, and it was just 1 party with the thorn kids.
EatPrayKill: One of whom managed to sneak inside the basement for a doobie.
Fangsinthedark: and thank goodness he was, or else someone would have actually believed him when he said that a door spoke to him.
EatPrayKill: No.4 Don’t bring garlic into the Sanctuary let alone the pantry, Vicenti is deadly allergic to it.
Questing4life: Cause he’s a vampire?
Fangsinthedark: well there goes my surprise.
EatPrayKill: Yes, but that’s not the reason he’s allergic to it.
Questing4life: Are you sure? Cause I’ve killed a vampire with garlic oil before.
Fangsinthedark: did you coat it on a weapon?
Questing4life: yeah, my sword. How’d you know?
Fangsinthedark: then it was the sword.
Questing4life: Vampires are allergic to swords?
Fangsinthedark: Everyone is allergic to swords.
EatPrayKill: No.5 The well ladder is for senior members and emergency exit purposes only.
EatPrayKill: Do not get silly ideas like spreading rumors around town that it is a wishing well. It jeopardizes our secrecy.
Questing4life: this last one is oddly specific.
Nooneexpectsthecook: It was fun for a while, we got to listen to the townsfolk’s woes and they threw down free money.
Nooneexpectsthecook: but then some petty thief got it in their heads that it might be an easy score to steal the coins at the bottom of the well.
EatPrayKill: which is how we get Bob.
Questing4life: Alright noted,
Questing4life: So what happens if I violate any of these?
EatPrayKill: Then I will use my authority as sanctuary leader.
EatPrayKill: to saddle you with chore duty for a month.
Questing4life: That doesn’t sound so bad.
Fangsinthedark: Chore duty also includes cleaning out M’raaj-Dar’s litter box
Publicmurderer#1: LMAO
Nooneexpectsthecook: Hah @Fangsinthedark *Hi-5*
Fangsinthedark: *Hi-5*
Shadowscalesrulez: @Grumpycat you’ve been burned.
Questing4life: wait, really?
Grumpycat: LIES
Grumpycat: VICENTE
Questing4life: ah, that clears it up then.
Noneexpectsthecook: Unlike M’raaj-Dar’s litter box
Fangsinthedark: *applauding clap*
Grumpycat: I DO NOT SHIT IN A BOX.
Fangsinthedark: why dear M’raaj-Dar we didn’t mean anything about excrement.
Nononexpectesthecook: we were just taking about simple trash and such.
Fangsinthedark: I do hope you’ll forgive us for the misunderstanding.
Grumpycat: YOUUUUUUUUU
has logged out.
Shadowscalesrulez: heh, he’s taking out his frustrations on the target dummy.
Questing4life: You guys are fun bunch.
Fangsinthedark: That we are.
EatPrayKill: I feel that this should conclude the group welcoming.
EatPrayKill: @Questing4life, go see Vicenti downstairs for your first contract.
Questing4life: Alright, it was nice meeting with everyone.
Questing4life: See ya later.
#oblivion#the elder scrolls#dark brotherhood#lucien lachance#hero of kvatch#crack fic#cheydinhal dark brotherhood
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“Just relax,” Lucien said to me, able to sense my anxiety, which became like a barbed string around my throat as we got closer to the eastern gate.
“I am relaxed,” I insisted, though I understood before my response was a thought that there was no use denying the ever-so subtle signals of which he was acutely observant and said, “Okay, so I am a little on edge. I can’t help feeling like they’re all going to just know the moment we arrive… like every detail of what had happened is written all over our faces. Ocheeva and Teinaava especially are extraordinarily perceptive, no doubt due to your training.”
“I share your inclination to be discreet—at least for a while— but it wouldn’t be the end of the world if they knew. The Listener did not order us to keep it a secret. They simply warned us against P.D.A and favoritism. So long as we do not violate the rules that orbit those two things, there’s nothing to worry about.”
Except envy and hatred , I thought, and it wasn’t just M’raaj-Dar and his openly vicious demeanor that came to mind. Within the last several weeks, I had come to understand that Antoinetta, as sweet and sisterly as she seemed to be on the surface, harbored a great deal of jealousy that I feared would ultimately lead to a situation that would far surpass just the feeling of being a little less welcomed by her within the Sanctuary. She was not nearly as upfront as M’raaj-Dar, but also not at all subtle in the way that she often made passive-aggressive remarks about my completed contracts and advancements through a forced smile. She would say something along the lines of: ‘Well! I do wonder when it will ever be my turn to get such high-paying contracts!” in a most incredulous tone. And at times, while speaking to someone else, loud enough so that I could hear it, while looking directly at me: “ Agh , but it flusters and baffles me how quickly some people achieve a higher rank! It was a year and a half before I was promoted to ‘Slayer’!!” I understood fully that I was “some people”. It made a mind and spirit already troubled by the threats and cruel words of M’raaj-Dar wonder: If she is that bent out of shape over my promotions and contracts, imagine what she would have to say about me bedding with our Speaker!! What rumors will this callous gossiper spread, also twisting the truth out of spite??
Indeed, there was a lot to worry about as far as I was concerned. I know all too well the lengths some would go to in order to destroy a person, finding ways to do so while remaining within the lawful boundaries.
But, as much as I wanted to, I didn’t share any of this with LaChance at that time, since we were only steps away from joining the Family, and discussing this matter with him was not important enough to cause delay. Instead, I just said to him with a sigh, “I hope you’re right.” From the corner of my eye, I saw Lucien turn his head to look directly at me. I glanced back at him, seeing the confusion and concern in his eyes. “I’ll tell you later… maybe when we get to the Ebony Flask,” I added, answering the question that I sensed he was about to ask.
“Very well,” he replied.
The Speaker was pleased, but not the least bit surprised, to see that his expectations were met— all were ready and waiting outside the eastern gate on time, dressed in inconspicuous armor and robes, and having each in their possession what they were capable of carrying during what was expected to be at least a half of a day’s worth of traveling on foot. If either of them had a sliver of suspicion about last night’s affair, they didn't dare even hint that they did. As ever before, they were strictly formal and respectful when they greeted us, but surely most of them would not have taken such care to be so if Lucien wasn’t present.
We set out eastward almost immediately, ascending the steep hill on the beaten path that wound past the Rickety Mine and the ruins of Kemen, and entered the pass beneath the Valus Mountains. We were following a hidden and uncharted path that none but LaChance had even known about until he had revealed it the night before. We had no choice but to place all of our trust in the Speaker’s knowledge of its infinite system of tunnels. It was only natural for uncertainty to arise in some of us, feeling like we had been walking for days when it had only been over an hour, in a dark maze of passages that all looked the same to us.
“Are you sure you know where we’re going, Speaker?” only one was foolish enough to ask. It was Gogron, no surprise.
“I’ve been taking this route to Morrowind from Cyrodiil regularly for over ten years, Gogron!” Lucien growled, with a power in his voice that could curdle blood. “You’ll do well to not ask that question again.”
Gogron shut his lips tight and said not a further word of any sort the rest of the way through.
But there was no longer any cause for doubt when a soft geographical transition occurred— from the dull, grey-hued features and sparse patches of anemic plants to a vast assortment of dense greenery that covered just about every square inch of rock from floor to ceiling; from the occasional sight of small and almost unnoticeable presence of fungal growth to what was practically a massive garden dedicated to just about every species of fungi native to the western region of Morrowind, many of which had grown big enough to house a small family (Oh, gee, I wonder if that’s why they call it “Fungal Grotto”!). There was a detectable air of ancient history, and I felt a connection of some sort to my father through his account of what happened there during the time of the Dark Anchors— what was once occupied by the chimer for an undocumented length of time, taken over by a goblin tribe until shortly after the defeat of Kra’gh the Dreugh King, then claimed by Urshilaku refugees that were driven out of their original settlement in Vvardenfell. There they were able to thrive and flourish whilst adhering to the practices and beliefs of their people, hidden from the inquisitors of the Tribunal Temple.
((CONTINUED..))
#lucien lachance#the dark brotherhood#the elder scrolls#tes oblivion#eso#tes online#elder scrolls stories
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Purification Thoughts
I’ve never properly given thought to how the purification would affect Aria, or if I even want to carry out such a feat in my universe. To dive into it, let’s examine her relationships with each member of the Cheydinhal Sanctuary.
· Ocheeva
o Aria is first greeted by her. Ocheeva shows her the general ropes, and helps her with blade techniques (Which Aria excels at bc of her former training/amnesia)
o Gives contracts with advice
o Tells of her own contracts, which Aria listens to and learns from (even if her face doesn’t show it, she appreciates the time)
o Sometimes cooks for herself, will share with Aria
o Basically just Big Sister Energy
o 8/10 Aria would be very upset at her passing
· Teinaava
o Seems sweet, but they didn’t talk much.
o A silent mutual respect
o Idle chit chat every now and again, with some turning into long discussions
o Once she came back fom a bad contract bleeding and he cleaned her up so like +3 for friendship points?
o 5/10 she’d miss his sister more
· Vincente
o DAD. ENERGY.
o Both enjoy sitting in his quarters and reading
o Long talks into the night
o Long walks in the night, too
o Deep understanding and respect for each other
o “I could bless you with the gift of the night if you’d like” “I feel honored, but I must decline. I don’t know if I’m comfortable with living for such a long time. Especially if I can’t even remember half of my life currently.”
§ Badforeshadowing.exe
o 15/10 cries at death
· Antoinetta
o SO. LOUD. AND. CHATTY.
o Aria doesn’t like her at first. She finds her constant ramblings to be annoying and they invade her quiet spaces
§ How does this girl kill people with stealth???
o It surprises her when Annie goes on contracts and Aria finds herself missing the chatterbox.
§ The chats keep her mind from going to dark places
o Begins to entertain Annie’s questions and slowly thinks about/discovers aspects about herself
o 6/10 would be sad at death time
· Gogron gro-Bolmog
o Big. Fuckin. Dumbass. Teddy Bear.
o A bit dense for Aria’s liking
o Shares too much information.
§ How does this guy not blow cover?
o She tolerates him.
o 4/10 likely wouldn’t care but feel a slight sting at his passing
· Telaendril
o Free-roaming spirit. Doesn’t stay in the sanctuary often, therefore limited interactions and little friendship bond
o Aria appreciates Tela’s encouragement to go explore and not stay in the dark sanctuary
o Quick wit, which is well appreciated
o 5/10 would miss
· M’raaj-Dar
o Asshole
o Noticeable dislike from day fucking one
o Never really fixes itself
o Annie accidentally made it into a contest to see who could offend who the most with the least words spoken, although silence admitted defeat for that day
o 2/10 she’d miss the fights and retorts but that’s it
A purification would cause some distress in her. Aria feels a deep connection to Vincente and Ocheeva, and a mutual respect for Annie and Teinaava, but the others not so much.
I think she’d go through with it. She’d try to talk to Vincente and Ocheeva, get them to somehow escape and live on. They look at each other, then back to Aria. Vincente takes off his necklace and puts it around her neck. Ocheeva takes off her ring, puts it in Aria’s palm. They say “It’s okay” and “This is the Will of Sithis” then they’d draw their own blades and fall on them, sparing her from the pain of it all.
This act would bring tears to her eyes, but it also forces her to carry out the act against the others. She would spend several nights carrying the corpses out for a proper burial. By the time she returns to Lucien, Aria has done her crying and mourning. She keeps the jewelry in a special keepsake box on her nightstand. She keeps these emotions down and to herself until the night in Bravil when Lucien pins her to the wall after the murder of the Listener.
#aria evelyn#purification#dark brotherhood#the listener#ocheeva#teinaava#vincente#mraaj-dar#antoinetta marie#telaendril#gogron gro-bolmog#oblivion#oc#original character#lucien lachance
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in oblivion, there’s a khajiit merchant named m’raaj-dar in cheydinhal’s dark brotherhood sanctuary. he hates the player unconditionally. or at least, he acts like it. although he can’t be persuaded, and his speechcraft minigame isn’t even available, he is still a merchant, so his “hidden” disposition value can be viewed and increased. i have it maxed out. it is literally impossible for an npc to like me more than he does, yet he still treats me like dirt. the point i’m getting at is: dude is tsundere as fuck.
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mmmmmm i want more m’raaj-dar content
#i love him ok#i think i might be the only person on the entire earth to love him#but i do#i didn't make him my hok's brother for no reason after all#ok well maybe the reason was that they look alike a lot because the oblivion khajiit creator is awful#but still
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Why Oblivion’s Dark Brotherhood was way better than Skyrim’s
Oblivion’s Dark Brotherhood was arguably one of the most memorial parts of The Elder Scrolls IV Oblivion. And as for Skyrim’s, well, I’m convinced that if you took out the pure awesome idea of killing the emperor, it suddenly falls very flat.
Note: I’ve been obsessed with these two games lately. On my latest assassin play-through of Oblivion, I downloaded Deepscorn Hollow, took the weapons of all my fallen comrades after purifying the Cheydinhal Sanctuary and placed them in spots of honour within my new home. Vicente’s claymore, whom I considered my mentor and closest friend after Lucien, was in the pedestal of my bedchamber. I would’ve put Lucien’s there, but I couldn’t find it after he was made into a meat hanging (thanks Mathieu, you fuck).
The Overall Organisation
I’m willing to accept the idea of Skyrim’s guild being weaker. In fact, I think it’s a great idea and even gives it more substance. But without the old ways, I’m honestly not sure why the Dark Brotherhood exists at all. I’m not only talking about the Black Sacrament going unheard, because the idea behind the Night Mother goes a little deeper than that.
Let’s look at Oblivion, and how Skyrim’s Dark Brotherhood failed to emulate it.
The old ways were a lot more than just a bunch of rules; the attitude that came with them is what bound an unlikely collection of psychopaths together into what they called a “family”. They’re the reason the assassins had such a fondness for each other.
Let me give you a quote from Lucien Lechance:
“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.”
You’ll note that Lucien wants you to know that the Dark Brotherhood is a union. It’s kind of like a “we’re all in this together” kind of way. And it’s not just tough love, because the mythos of the Night Mother and the assassins being her children is the reason for this family-like bond. Even as you join the brotherhood for the first time in Oblivion, everyone (except Dar) welcomes you with open arms and overwhelming support, because they know that you are now their brother, someone who has come forward to adopt their strict ways of life. Like family, merely by being apart of the brotherhood, you are already deserving of respect and affection, unless you outright prove unworthy.
Now, this whole bond came from the old ways and the attitude it put into its subordinates. Without this way of life (which Astrid refers to as ‘outdated’) why exactly is everyone in Skyrim’s Dark Brotherhood apparently so close with one another? Why do they consider themselves a family if they’ve apparently abandoned this life-style and instead live as they see fit?
Take Nazir for example. He says “-the dark brotherhood saved me from myself.”
Saved you? How? They’re just a bunch of cutthroats with a truce against each other. There’s nothing binding these people together except for the fact that they’re all crazy and homicidal. You can describe them the same way you describe bandits. Why do you, and the rest of these people, apparently have an unbreakable bond, if you’ve abandoned the old way?
I get that Skyrim’s Dark Brotherhood is different, and has purposely abandoned the old ways, but without them it makes no sense that they would even have a reason to call each other a “family”, which they do anyway. It almost downplays how Oblivion’s Dark Brotherhood was so special. The game is saying that any bunch of jokers could become a family as long as they didn’t kill each other and lived together in some place.
The Characters
When Alduin scalds you for not meeting the standard set by the original heros, I feel the same way meeting Skyrim’s Assassins. Aside from Babette and Cicero, I don’t really like any of them. I’ll explain each character, next to the character I think they’re closest to in Oblivion.
By the way, I won’t cover Babette and Cicero, but I’ll quickly say this: Babette had some questionable moments herself, but I forgave them because she was colourful. And Cicero, well, it’s hard to dislike him after you read his journals, and see the way he went to hell and back because of his devotion to his duty.
MOVING ON.
Astrid/Lucien Lechance
Now, I know Astrid was a traitor, which makes a lot of people dislike her, but I’m going to say that even before the quest Death Incarnate, or even before the quest The Cure for Madness, she’s still kind of awful.
Let me compare these two leaders by describing them without talking about their appearance, abilities or roles.
Lucien LeChance: Cold, calculating, intelligent, strong-willed, loyal, honest, sadistic.
Astrid: Proud, arrogant, paranoid, foolish, short-sighted.
In the simplest terms, Astrid was weak. But I’m not going to dwell on this any longer, because in her case, it was intentional, and this is more salt than criticism.
Nazir/Vicente Valtieri
I like Nazir. But there’s an issue here.
The reason Vicinte’s role in the story was so genius relates back to what I said earlier, about the old ways being essential to the dark brotherhood’s identity as a family. Vicinte is your first quest-giver, and he tells you not to worry about him feeding on you, because the needs of the dark brotherhood are too great. His role is a great way to introduce to you the mentality behind the merry band of murderers.
The first time you met Nazir, well, he’s an asshole. I know he got better toward the end, but if truth be told, respecting someone after they kill the emperor isn’t exactly a big thing to ask.
Now, Nazir did grow on me, I’ll admit, but the role of these two characters kind of represent my problem with the Skyrim Dark Brotherhood as a whole.
Festus Krex/M’raaj-Dar
Festus introduces himself as the kranky old uncle that everyone should avoid. I mean, isn’t it a contradiction to introduce yourself like this? It’s like going up to a random stranger on the street and telling them to not talk to you, because you hate talking to people you don’t know.
M’raaj-Dar downright ignored you the entire time, but you could still seamlessly talk to Festus about whatever you wanted. There wasn’t really any reason for him to be a grumpy outsider and it never fit into the story.
Festus grew on me about the same time that I grew on him, but his character is rather uninspired. He’s just a grumpy man who likes being known as the grumpy man.
Feeling that family love right about now.
Veezara/Teinaava + Ocheeva
Veezara isn’t bad, but he wasn’t nearly as interesting as Teinaava or Ocheeva, who set a hard bar to compete with.
The twins are clearly well-connected, as Ocheeva has been trusted with leadership, and Teinaava is tuned in enough with Argonia to know when and where to send you to kill Scar-Tail. And you get the idea that they’re intelligent and well-travelled. For example, Teinaava knows how to exploit Fort Sutch’s defences and how to escape from Gaston Tussaud’s ship. Ocheeva even mentions completing a contract on a ship at sea near Vvardenfel.
Aside from being a shadowscale, which was cool, Veezara didn’t have much going for him. Ocheeva and Teinaava were very colourful. Most of Veezara’s conversations were like this:
Tell me about yourself.
Well, I am a shadowscale, and I was trained to kill.
How do you feel about Cicero and the Night-mother?
I don’t know. All I know is, I am a shadowscale, and I was trained to kill.
And that’s pretty much it.
You know it’s cooler if you don’t go flaunting it around in everyone’s face.
Basically, make Veezara an Imperial or a Nord, and he will be far less memorable.
Gabrielle/Telaendril
I don’t really know what to say about Gabrielle, because I don’t know anything about her. (I have the official game guide for Skyrim, and it has bios for every character in the Dark Brotherhood. It doesn’t say much about Gabrielle.)
These characters aren’t even that similar, except for the fact that they’re both Mer archers.
Telaendril had personality. She was eager to please and lusted after the chance to advance in the guild, as seen by her disappointment by not being given the “special assignment”. She also tried telling Gogron about the virtues of stealth, and in doing so she was showing her loyalty to the old ways. However she also let her guard down around Gogron because she had a soft-spot for him (and a wet spot too, or so Gogron claims). It made her seem well connected and apart of the family, and not just a shoe-in to have an archer in the assassin’s guild.
Which Gabrielle was.
I didn’t even know she was an archer until I destroyed the Dark Brotherhood in another profile. I killed Gabrielle’s pet spider and used its venom to poison her, and then I cut her head off of and threw it in the pond.
Arnbjorn/Gogron gro-Bolmog
These characters both fit in the role of “ignorant warrior who just likes to kill”. Gogron likes you from the start, Arnbjorn is an asshole but becomes nicer (am I noticing a pattern here?).
Gogron’s ignorance made him charming, because he was just in the Dark Brotherhood doing what he loved, and he was happy to talk to you even if he wasn’t completely clear on what he was doing.
When asked about the night mother: “All I know is, she pays me to kill people. My own mother should’ve loved me so.”
When Arnbjorn is ridiculed about disrespecting the night mother: “Keep talking little man, and we’ll see who gets punished.”
One of them isn’t aware of his ignorance, and it makes him likeable. One of them embraces what little he knows, which makes him annoying.
Not to mention, why exactly did Arnbjorn dislike you, only to end up respecting you towards the end of the questline? Apparently it’s because you “proved yourself time and time again” but if he was just distrusting of your competence, why wasn’t his wife’s testimony enough? Or, killing Alain and his gang, or something earlier?
Each time I do The Purification, it’s completely heartbreaking. For Death Incarnate, I don’t care.
So long Arnbjorn! I hope you skip the Hunting Grounds and go straight to BURNING IN HELL!
Quests
Something tells me I won’t need to try hard to prove this point.
Skyrim’s assassinations were all very basic. You had a bunch of side missions, where you killed targets who weren’t going anyway. And, you also had the main quests. There were no unique ways to kill any of your targets, and no extra effort required for any of them, except for thinking about an escape.
Oblivion’s assassinations were all so incredible and memorable. Even the most basic one involved smuggling yourself onto a ship to kill the captain and escaping through the back.
There was also the quest where you became a sleuth and tracked down an Altmer skooma addict, or another where you were invited to a party and had to murder each guest (or turn them against each other), or there was infiltrating an occupied military fort, and the prison you started the game in.
The purification, which broke everyone’s hearts, I will speak no more about.
And my favourite part, defeating the members of the Black Hand. Replaying the quest knowing who these targets REALLY are makes each of them seem like a legend in their own right.
J’Ghasta, the Khajiit martial artist who could kill with his enemies without being armed. Shaleez, the Argonian huntress (who is probably also a shadowscale) who made her lair in an abandoned flooded mine. Alval Uvani, the travelling Dunmer wizard who is a master of destruction. Havilstein Hoar-Blood, the Nord barbarian residing in the mountains, who is probably strong enough to send you down the mountain in a single swing of his axe (or was it a hammer?). And finally, we come to the listener, Ungolim. The Bosmer archer who has by now been anticipating you, and whose hunter-like instincts make him detect you before you strike.
As terrible as it was to learn that you killed even more of your comrades, you learned that each of them was a formidably killer with deadly prowess, not only making them worthy targets of a highly-trained assassin, but the perfect leaders for the shadowy organisation.
Was there anything that memorable in Skyrim’s Dark Brotherhood?
You fought against some Imperial agents, I guess. You fought Alain.
…
The end :/
In Conclusion
I know most people probably already agreed with me on these points, but I just wanted to get them settled. Hopefully in the next Elder Scrolls game, the brotherhood is strong with the old ways again, and not everyone dies.
#dark brotherhood#oblivion#skyrim#black hand#the elder scrolls#lucien lachance#astrid#veezara#nazir#teinaava#ocheeva#shadowscale#tamrielle#cyrodiil#cicero#babette#assassin#Night Mother#sithis
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Amortentia!! (with love from valtierii)
Scent Associations || Accepting || @valtierii
Feat. Verbena
“AN EASY QUESTION to answer.” The bosmer grinned, a single fang becoming visible as she did so. “Vicente has a distinct smell of blood about him. There’s that familiar leather smell, and steel and silver. Ah, and an oddly earthy scent-- perhaps because the Sanctuary is underground? I’m not sure what the reason for that one is. An oddly out-of-place apple scent lingers around him as well. Maybe because M’raaj-Dar keeps his poisoned apples in the Sanctuary? Then again, Vicente sleeps in his own quarters. I’ve honestly no idea why that smell lingers but it’s there without fail.”
MAYBE IT’S DUE to her own association, though. But it makes it a painful reminder that he’s out there on his own when she goes to Fort Farragut for Lucien’s poisoned apples.
#valtierii#will i ever stop making some kind of reference to angst in things that don't need it?#probably not#i just like to make my dumb bosmer woman as sad as possible#but maybe that's the mathieu in me#snarkelf
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