Timeline One

Prologue - M'ya

Khajiit's have quite a reputation for being nothing but sneak thieves and drug dealers. M'ya was no exception. She may not have been dealing Skooma

but she was a keen pickpocketer. Ever since her parents had died when she was young, she had kept in the shadows and pick pocketed people walking

along the out skirts of the cities. During a busy time at Dark Water Crossing she was captured by Imperials and carted off to Halgen, where if it had not

been for the twist of fate, she would be dead. Instead she was given a second chance at life and became known as one of the most legendary

adventurers of the time.

Chapter One - Sarin

Sarin was skilled with the dagger from a young age. He taught his younger siblings how to defend themselves, always telling them that Skyrim wasn't

safe for their kind. At age 39 he left home in search of the Dark Brotherhood, an assassin's guild that he was eager to fight for. As a Wood Elf, he was

small and quick, the perfect combination of attributes for any skilled assassin to have. He too was captured by the Imperials at Dark Water Crossing, but

as M'ya did, he got away. Now he was alone in Skyrim, in search of a guild that didn't want to be found. He traveled from city to city completing bounties

for the Jarls. He was beginning to give up hope until one evening in Windhelm he heard the story of a young boy performing the Black Sacrament,

calling the Dark Brotherhood. "Perhaps i should seek out this boy, find out what he wants."

When he found the boy he had been mistaken as a member of the Dark Brotherhood. "Kill Grelod the Kind." He was told.

"What better way to get the Brotherhoods attention than taking a contract away from them"

Once he had arrived in Riften he was stopped by the guards watching the front gate. "You must pay an entrance tax"

Being very clever and cunning, Sarin saw through this con instantly. The guard was caught out.

"Ok keep your voice down."

Sneaking into the orphanage, he could hear the children complaining and an unpleasant old women telling them they would never be adopted. "No need to tell me twice who i have to kill."

He snuck up behind her and slit her throat. The children celebrated, but Sarin had no time for any of that. He had to get back to Windhelm.