Cold Winters: The Dark Brotherhood

by LiquidParchment

A Silencer is supposed to be silent, of course, but this one is loud and eager to go home to Morrowind. The Listener tries to help, but ends up making things worse. Rated T for hinted Listener/OC, and the general nature of the Brotherhood.

Blades are odd. They're sharp, and made to cause pain and death. But where would we be without them?

I sit in my carriage to Dawnstar, as the Silencer to the Listener. Although, she prefers to be called "The One Who Hears" when we are outside the Sanctuary. My robes are loose, and the cold winds of Haafingar seeping into the Pale are freezing me. My protection against fire is useless here, but I must be here. Eventually, I will find a Dunmer Speaker and I can become their Silencer. After that, we shall move to Morrowind, but that shall not be any time soon. The wind is swirling like a blizzard and if is forcing me into submission. I grab my Brotherhood robes from my knapsack and wrap them around my shoulders. It instantly warms my dark colored arms and lets off a fuzzy feeling I haven't felt in a long time.

Nazir told me of a Dunmer girl named Gabriella who was in the Brotherhood. She liked Unicorns, crochet, and walking along the beach, he says. I'm not sure I can believe someone with those likes could be an assassin, but I loved reading and foxes when I was young. "Are you okay back there, Clyria?" the driver asks. "Oh, yes, I'm fine. Just…daydreaming." Lorie is such a helpful young woman. She's an alchemist, and will heal me and drive me around in this carriage. In return, I pay her a thousand Septims a month. A hefty price, but she helps me quite a bit. She's aware of my…profession, but she's too kind to judge.

I'm so tired…..