Chronicle of a Slayer
As of the fifth of Sun's Dusk, 3E433, (Morndas) I have become a Slayer in the Dark Brotherhood's hierarchy. To commemorate this occasion, I have begun a diary. This is different from the one when I was a young girl. That one was more of a list of the good-looking men in Skingrad and a basic summary of where they were on any given day. Maybe all that stalking is why I've ended up here... but that is not the point. The point?
After more than six months of my clumsy learning about the shadows, I have finally moved up in the Brotherhood! At this point, I shall now make a 'squee'ing noise in real life. Quietly, though, so the others don't hear!
...There. No one heard me. (I'm getting good at this!) Now, the actual events of today.
Today, I completed my final assignment as a Murderer. It was... surprisingly simple. Just a nobleman in the Imperial City that had slept with the wrong woman, not even a threat to me. He had been fast asleep. I even managed to snag a nice ring off his corpse. I think it matches my eyes. That aside, does this mean my assignments will be... more difficult now? Is there a possibility I will.. die? Heh, kind of silly for someone in my line of work to worry about death... but I am much, much too young to die. Everyone keeps calling me 'kid' and 'brat' because of it... I'm not that young, though, am I? No. No way. No possible way. Those liars. I am no more than three years younger than anyone here. Jerkfaces. Oh, that's kind of immature... oh well.
Since this is a diary and all... I have to admit.
I am quite possibly Listener Duveney's biggest fan.
Not that I've met her in person, of course. Or actually seen her face. Or anything but the back of her robes. But... but! I have seen a painting. Do you realize how amazing this woman is? She killed nearly half of the Brotherhood single-handedly! ... That may not be such a great thing out of context. She was under orders from a traitor. It's not the act, it's the skill, that gets me! Within mere months, she made her way from lowly Murderer to Listener. It didn't even take half of a year.
The painting of her is.. astounding, really. From what I can see, she's a Bosmer, with this.. this ebony hair, straight and short, and it just frames her face like the hood she always wears to our Sanctuary. Her eyes, oh her eyes! In the painting, they are just.. this acid color, like snake's poison. She is.. a gorgeous woman, and I don't care if I gush! Gorgeous, talented, and so, so powerful. I think I'd die happy if I just saw the face of that painting once.
...That's about it for today. I can't wait for tomorrow-- my first day as a Slayer!
Sun's Dusk 6, 3E433; Tirdas
Oh.
My.
Sithis.
The Listener herself is coming to the Sanctuary for more than a few minutes! My heart is pounding so fast, you could hear it with your ears stuffed with lettuce, I swear! She has decided to sleep here for three days. Three whole days! And, she apparently is thinking of finding a body guard for herself. If I were picked I'd.. I'd...
...That thought notwithstanding, she's just arrived, and I must, must greet her. I will write upon returning!
A line has been slashed here to mark a passage in time, in the book.
I think that... I may die of embarassment.
That painter was some sort of blind man. Those two aren't even close to the same person! That silky smooth hair? Forget it. It's just limp. Like wet thread on her head. Acid green eyes? Darker. Kind of reminded me of those green olives you see in fancy places. Her figure was... well. She certainly isn't overweight. Her chest was nearly flat compared to how she'd been painted. She was barely more than a wooden plank! Even my figure is better! Also? She has a big nose. Yeah, I said it. Big. Nose. And particularly thick eyebrows.
I think, though... that he got two things right. Well, no. Not quite right. In the painting, they were much, much more downplayed. Two things that convinced me it was actually her, not some impersonator.
Her eyes, even if they're not the right color, or even a particularly pretty one, are... so passionate, I think. Passion enough in those eyes to climb from the bottom wrung to the top of the Brotherhood's mountain in no time, that's for sure. The other thing is her stance. She stands like a woman of power, immeasurable power, the kind of power held by true leaders; kings, captains... Listeners.
Well. She's nothing like the painting, but... she is who she is. Something that's bothered me, though, is that she's barely said a word. Any she has, has been a whisper to Arquen. Kind of unnerving, but, I've been surprised up to this point, why shouldn't I be by that? Anyway, I should get some sleep. All these surprises have worn me ragged, and I may just fall apart at the seams. Good night, diary.
Sun's Dusk 7, 3E433; Middas
I am quite certain this woman is insane.
When I woke up this morning, and headed for the kitchens, I saw our honorable Listener walking past with this.. smug grin. Curious, I went in, and that lunatic had replaced every ounce of meat in the place with mort flesh! Undead limbs strewn everywhere, hanging in the pantries, even on the chopping block! I hurried out of the room to point this out to Arquen, when I noticed the wine holder was... quite vacant. I was sure that this morning, there had been a fresh stock of various boozes, but... oh well. I'll write in a bit, I've got a bit of training to do.
Yeah, remember that training? I decided to stalk Duveney for a bit, you know, just to practice sneaking around. I found out where all the alcohol went. She hid it all in a sack of grain. Why? I haven't the slightest. She didn't notice me, though... I think I'm going to stalk someone else for a while, before my mental image of her shatters further.
It is around mid-day now, and I've just found that all of the books in the Sanctuary's lobby area are gone. Instead? Ectoplasm. As in, ghost goo. All over the shelves! What's more, there were strawberries floating in it.
I think I know whom to look at for this one. And why doesn't anyone else say anything? ... I shall just... sigh and return to my training, I suppose.
Dinner was spectacular, despite the vegetarian quality to it all. I'm stuffed! Except, while wandering the lobby, I smelled... something very strong. I investigated, and it turned out that down in the.. lower areas, the rooms of the long-dead Ocheeva and Vicente, were the source. Vicente's room, to be exact. I went in, and I found more garlic than one could ever imagine, everywhere! As if someone was opening a garlic store, and this was there warehouse! ... Once again, I knew the source of it all.
I'm going to bed. Now. Or else I might explode, and get my goo all over this poor book.