i was given two iron daggers and the shrouded armor to help me along on my test. i wasn't told what i had to do other than to go to the locked house in whiterun and talk to whoever answered. when i got there i got off the cart and tossed the driver a septim as a tip. i walked to the house and knocked on the door. "what color is the night?" a voice called from the other side of the door. "sanguine." i reply. the door opens and i walk in and close the door behind me and lock it. master always told me to not leave behind undue evidence. the voice calls me to the back of the house. when i get there i see a child no younger than myself asking for me to kill the old woman who ran his old orphanage. knowing that it was my sworn duty to obey the night mothers will i leave the house and stake out the orphanage. to get inside i pose as an orphan. she takes me in and she obviously can't smell magic like an adventurer can because i got to keep my armor. later that night i sneak into her over-sized room with my daggers out when a hand grabs me from behind. with reflexes born of years of nigh on impossible training i spring from the attackers grasp and vault over his head bring one dagger down into his skull. tearing it out i scan the room and find four other men trying to hide in the shadows, failing due to my training. i crouch back into the shadows the other men not having noticed me. the only sound in the room the shallow breathing of the body guards. i sneak up on one and slit his throat from behind while thrusting my other dagger in between his third and fourth ribs. his warm blood sliding down my arm, smelling faintly of copper. the sweet blood triggering my unusual taste i bend down and take a bit out of his arm chewing the raw flesh with an ease that can only come years practiced cannibalism. after satisfying my craving i move on to the next one i take out a third dagger and launch all three at the remaining guards each being stabbed in the heart except the third one who was stabbed in the stomach and was writhing in pain.
Guards POV a dagger just flew out from the shadows a stabbed me in the stomach. i feeling woozy and must have lost much more blood than i thought because an argonian child stepped out of the shadows with another dagger. "the shadow strikes without mercy." he says before disappearing. i think he left, oh god i hope he left.
end POV i stand behind the last guard with my last dagger plunged into his head just below his where his skull meets his brain stem, stabbing upwards at a forty five degree angle ending his suffering in the most painful way i know. having finished the guards i move to the target with the bloodied dagger from the last guards head, when i reach her i run the dagger across her throat spilling her bload over her and the bed. time to go home. they say home is where the heart is, to bad my heart belongs to someone who lacks the ability to love. home...