Morrowind was a kingdom of peace once Dagoth Ur had been defeated and the reincarnated Nervar was treated as a hero amongst all the peoples dwelling on Morrowind, homeland of the Dark Elves. Once small towns such as Balmora and Seyda Neen expanded and flourished to become cities to rival the capital city of itself , Vivec. The reincarnated hero of Neverine, the hero of the Dark Elves was lavished with gifts and numerous treasures from the thankful natives but he, a Nord who was used to living a life in the harsh region of Solsthiem quickly began yearning for the open planes again and soon disappeared from public eye. The natives didn't mind as their land was safe now and they felt powerful so they were fearful other nations would try and take their wealth so in a fit of paranoia they constantly kept their gaze across the seas expecting a threat to come at any minute they didn't expect though that the threat would come from within…
Tarsis Ravenclaw slowly crept across the moon washed rooftop taking care not to make a sound. Pausing for a second at the edge of the roof he scanned cautiously at the streets below but seeing nobody he nimbly leapt from the roof to the opposite roof . Crouching in the shadows he quickly checked did he have all his gear for the job and when everything was to his satisfaction he set off again, no more than another shadow in the evening. These are my streets he thought smugly as he sprang onto yet another roof, he had come to Morrowind and the town of Balmora about ten years ago from his town of Tesret deep in the Vallenwoods , the homeland of the Wood Elves. He had always been a bit of a rogue back in those days but when he managed to smuggle onto a ship to Morrowind he couldn't believe his luck when a large number of the assassin's guild had smuggled aboard the same ship and he quickly expressed interest in joining. They had accepted him almost straight away, since Wood Elves made such great assassin's and they stationed him to work in the town of Balmora. In the ten short years following he built up quite a reputation amongst the townsfolk who had taken to referring to his shadowy presence as 'The Fate'. Back in the present he stopped dead for a guard had spotted a his form move slightly on the rooftop. 'Who's there-' he stopped short as a hand came down deftly on his neck and he crumpled in a heap on the floor.
'Thanks' Tarsis whispered as the unconscious form of the guard was dragged out of sight 'I can always rely on Ember to get things done' he though with amusement as female Dark Elf stepped into the light gave a swish of her long white hair and walked calmly into an alleyway shrouded in darkness. Only a few rooftops away from his target he stopped to check his gear once more. He was tall for a Wood Elf (his mother had been a High Elf who had fallen in love with his father who was a Wood Elf) but he still retained most of the Wood Elf features such as his long blond hair which hung in plaits down the side of his face but billowed out at the back of his head and his playful smile smile which was never far from his lips. Focusing his mind he silently drew a throwing star and leaped onto his target's roof . His mission was simple, the male Imperial who was his target had recently slept with Tatsis's client's daughter and the man wanted him removed. Tarsis was a man of fair justice though and was unsure about the job when asked first but when he discovered the man had a connection with the Dark Brotherhood he accepted the job instantly. Carefully he opened the trapdoor which led into the dusty attic of the building and slid into the darkness, his domain.
He slipped from the attic like a ghost ,quietly dousing any light sources he came across-he needed the darkness-and listening carefully for the sound of the door knocker downstairs which was where Ember came into the mission, she was to distract the targets wife so a clean hit could be made. Tarsis stopped outside the bedroom door and listened intently but sighed in relief when he could make out two separate people breathing in their sleep. He slunk back into the shadows to await Embers arrival. He didn't have to wait long as a heavy knock soon sounded from downstairs five minutes later. As to plan the targets wife slipped out the door and descended downstairs to the door. Tarsis moved lightning quick and leapt through the door throwing a throwing star at the bed where a the target lay. At least he thought so and was shocked when a searing pain flared between his shoulders blades and spread down his back . Diving into a roll he turned around in mid-air and landed on his feet and expertly drew his rapier and dagger as his assailant came at him swinging a broadsword and wearing full armour and a shield.
' A set up!' he thought immediately as he recognised the attacker as his target ' there was no way he could have gotten into full armour so quickly if he didn't know I was coming' he thought as the Imperial aimed a blow at his head. Parrying the blow easily Tarsis quickly aimed a flurry of blows at the body of the target but he was expertly matched by the swordsmen . Plunging both swords at the abdomen of the Imperial he quickly brought up his knee and crushed the nose of his opponent and threw him off his guard as blood poured freely down his face.
' The Dark Brotherhood will be triumphant!' the Imperial roared as Tarsis sprinted like the wind out of the room . He jumped through the trapdoor in the attic and leaped across a dozen rooftops before he felt safe again. Pausing to catch his breath he thought over who would have set him up and why but upon finding no answers in his mind he quickly set off towards the Morag Tong guildhall in Balmora to see if he could make any sense of the events which had just happened.
I know this chapter was a bit short and that it didnt really deserve the M rating but the next part will be alot longer and much more violent and i hope to have it posted in a week, maybe even less. Again please review if you can as it would really help !