Awkward greetings from Shaera and BambooFoxfire!

After our Assassin´s Creed/DGM crossover we decided to work on another one, because fuck finals and YOLO, ryt? *ahem* SO, this is a Skyrim/DGM au and I regret to say that there are not going to be any direct ships you guys can fawn over, however, if you squint hard enough (as I mentioned in the describtion) you may pick up some shipping-worth parts. All up to you.

So yeah, to the nerdy Skyrim fans - there are definitely going to be flaws in lore and etc etc, we are adding some magical shit to certain items, maybe we´re not going to be very accurate at what a dragon can and can not do but it is ALL for the sake of a good story - so, write any complaints you may have about this on a piece of paper and throw it away, thank you, love you, no flame. :3

It´s a RP and purely for fun - BambooBaby is RP-ing Lavi, I am taking Kanda and Allen, I hope you enjoy it, I wish you a pleasant reading!

If you haven´t checked out our AC/DGM RP, google "White Demon, Red Scribe, Black Nightmare" and enjoy as well.

°Kinda un-beta-ed, so beware!°


Chapter 1

He stood over the body of a young fair-haired man, his dark eyes coldly watching the blood and life slowly seeping out and sinking into the wooden floor. He felt no remorse nor did he feel guilty over what he has done. It has become a part a part of his life - to make women widows and children orphans.

His job was to take lives in exchange for money and he got so used to it that he slowly realized it was the only thing he could do. Not that he particularly cared but he had his weak days during which he wondered what kind of man he would be if he hadn´t joined the Dark Brotherhood and promised to hold in reverence both Sithis and the Night Mother.

He walked into the cool night, nodding his head to the guards politely and wishing them good night. They greeted back, immediately going back to their former discussion. Something about dragons? Nah, who cared.

He kept walking, his mind going back to the body of a young man who lost his life by his blade only because of the jealousy of a woman. Poor boy, he thought.
Just as he went beyond the hill, the heard the shouts and sound of alarm the wind carried from the small settlement of Rorikstead.

A smirk formed on his lips as he walked, calmly whistling a song he heard Babette sing to her weird pet - Lis the spider.

He passed the Fort Sungard the next night and continued to Hunter´s Rest in the Falkreath woods where he picked up some rumours and bought some food. The two hunters let him stay for some extra gold, so he spent the night with a roof over his head since the other two occupants left to hunt. As soon as the earliest sun reached the peak of the mountain behind him, he moved forward and in the afternoon of the third day, he finally sighted the peak of the Falkreath watchtower.

He walked down the path, idly scoffing at the dark clouds that slowly started to fill the sky. Luckily for him he reached the door of the Sanctuary as soon as the first raindrop fell from the sky.

He quickly ducked inside and down the stairs.

"Back so soon, Kanda?" Fou asked from where she leaned against the wall.

He nodded, "Nothing difficult, I came to collect my pay."

"Good, the old man says he has another mission for you." She commented as he brushed past her.

"Looks like it´s my lucky day."

Kanda went down the stairs that lead to the main hall where he nodded to the Angorian sitting on the floor and idly playing with his blade. He could hear the faint voices that no doubt belonged to Gabriela and Festus. Arguing again - like an old married couple. He climbed the next flight of stairs that lead to the small hall and turned left to the dining area where Zhu was already waiting for him.

"Job done, old man." Kanda said, taking a seat on the opposite side of the table.

"Good, good," Zhu Mei rasped as he scribbled something on a piece of paper, not even raising his eyes from it as Kanda sat across him. "I received another request." He said as he slid the paper over with his feeble shaky hand. "Not as easy as the one you had now."

Kanda took the paper and skimmed it over. "That´s all?"

Zhu stared at him with his clouded eye. "Do you even know how to read boy?" He asked.

Kanda slammed the paper against the table, his temper flaring. The nerve of this old fart! "Of course! That´s why I´m asking!"

The elder rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "you have become quite lofty, my boy. Be careful where and how you strike."

"You don´t need to tell me. I am not a fool. It is just one mage, you can´t be even sure whether the guy is as powerful as they say. People tend to exaggerate."

"Be that as it may. Get out of my sight now, I have work to finish." He shooed him off with a wave. Kanda stood up and held his hand out. Zhu´s eyes flickered between the hand and Kanda´s eyes until he cursed and dropped a bag of coins on the table which Kanda immediately snatched away and sarcastically murmured his thanks.

"Brat." Zu snapped back and continued in his writing.

He stayed in Falkreath for several days. Nothing was better than to enjoy good sleep in a warm, comfortable bed and eat something else than dry meat, old bread and fruit he picked along the way. He enjoyed the few extra days of loitering around and preparing his things for his next travel.

The destination - Solitude, the capital Skyrim. And his next victim? The local old court mage, Hefadum Snowbeard.

The road to Solitude was uneventful – maybe slightly more than he would have preferred. It was as if everything still breathing shunned his path.

Not a single bandit raid, no hungry wolves attacking out of nowhere, no goats baaing in the distance – even the spriggan that wandered at the edge of the woods turned around after it saw him. It was a boring, not to mention long, journey and Kanda started to wonder what exactly made him decide to go by foot instead of taking a carriage.

He usually didn´t mind the solitude but after the third day of begrudgingly keeping the count of ´things-he-met-along-the-way´ at zero, Kanda almost jumped in relief when he heard the sound of clacking hooves and horse neighs.

But as usual, the luck was not on his side again. The carriage driver sped up as soon as he sighted the black-clad assassin behind him – probably thinking he was just another thug that caught up and wanted to cut his throat and steal his horse – which resulted in Kanda having to sprint after the carriage, almost spitting out his lungs in the process. He had half a mind to murder the old man on the spot after but resolved against it and paid the man to drive him to Solitude.

He reached his destination a few days later, just as the sun was reaching the western part of the sky. The city was quite the uproar - filled with people busting around, fixing poles with red and white ribbons, putting up stalls and tables, tending to fires...
Oh right, tomorrow was the birthday of Jarl Torygg.

Kanda sighed mentally. He couldn´t pick a better time for an assassination.

He entered the Winking Skeever - weird name for an inn - and called the keeper.

"I need a room for the night." He said and blinked when the same sentence echoed from beside him. There was a red-haired man standing there, staring back at him.

Fucking splendid...


"White dragon?" The redhead glanced up from a tankard of wine, one eye hidden by an eye patch. Sounded pricey.

"A few of the helping hands around the Blue Palace in Solitude have been talking, and that's what they've been calling it," Vex nodded, skipping straight to business. He always liked that about her. "Some sort of treasure of extreme value, belonging to the Palace's current mage, Hefadum Snowbeard. Could bring us a lot of money."

That was what he liked to hear. The only thing better than the sound of jingling coin was the promise of it.

"Sounds like my kind of work." He grinned self-assurance.

"An' from what I 'ear," Delvin added in a deep, nasally impediment. "...it's goin' t' be the Jarl's bir'f'day soon. Whole city'll be full o' activity an the guards too alert to notice everyone 'at walks by 'em, if you catch my drift."

The redhead's grin only grew wider.

"Well isn't that nice of him," he hummed pleasurably, raising his glass in sort of a mock toast. "Providing us all with such a gift on his very own birthday." That managed to earn a couple of returned smirks as he swigged back his wine, sighing contently at the buzz it gave him. "I'll be off then. Solitude's a long way off."

"Good luck, Junior."

He nodded parting to them and stood, heading from the Flagon into the Cistern, finding the ledger desk where an old man sat over a book.

"Hey, Gramps," he greeted, catching the old man's attention as he leaned his palms on the edge of the table. "I'm heading off an another job. Blue Palace. Goin' after some 'White Dragon'-something-or-other. Might be a nice new addition to our collection, if not something that'll give us a boat-load of coin for the Guild."

Bookman hummed unconcern. Just another day of business, nothing worth getting excited over or holding out hope that it would make them any more rich beyond imagining than any other job. After a moment, he glanced back down at his book, rather than looking directly at his grandson.

"Just don't let your attention wander from your objective, Lavi." So that was to be his alias this time. He frowned.

"Since when do I get distracted?" Bookman gave him a glare. Lavi laughed. "Okay, point taken. Don't worry, I'll have my job done and be back before you know it!" He turned to his bed and retrieved a few things from his chest, before heading towards the back exit of the Cistern that let out in the graveyard behind the Keep. "See ya around, you old Cave-Bear!"

"Just get out!" Bookman snapped, throwing something for Lavi's head, which, even from a distance, hit the wall loudly behind Lavi as he barely managed to duck under the throw and ran for the exit laughing. Bookman grumbled under his breath and massaged his temple wearily. "Idiot grandson."

When Lavi reached the street-level, it was early morning and the sun had yet to rise, the only sounds of activity being the sound of crickets chirping from somewhere in the darkness and the occasional guard marching the walkways for signs of trouble.

He headed past the Bee and Barb, between the bunkhouse and mansions, and to the stables just outside the front gate to a waiting gray-mottled horse. He chuckled as the animal perked and he produced an apple, handing it off to the eager equine and hopped up onto the saddle, petting it appreciatively and taking off down the road at a trot.

He passed by the Riften watchtowers and along the main road toward Fort Greenwall, not wanting to deal with bears and trolls by going around. The bandit guard on the top of the wall stood from their seat when they saw him coming and knocked an arrow.

"That's far enough."

Lavi only smiled innocently at him. "Aw, come on, how many times do we have to do this? You know I'm only passing through."

"We can't just let everyone go walking right through the middle of our Fort, expecting them not to try anything," the man shot back.

"But I have no reason to start trouble with you. I just don't want to go the long way around." He tilted his head to the side slightly, his smirk going from innocent to knowing. "So, how is that burn of yours doing?"

"It isn't going to end like it did that first time."

"No?" He tilted his head the other way now, humming contemplation. "I wonder about that..."

The man pursed his lips and glanced across the wall to the camp site where the other bandits were sleeping, shifting uneasily on his feet and shaking his head in indecision. He audibly huffed and lowered his bow, giving the triumphant redhead a glare.

"One time. That's all I'm giving you. Next time you come this way, I'm lodging one in that only eye of yours."

Lavi only cheekily grinned at him. "Well thank you kindly! Next time, I'll remember to bring a fireball already ignited."

He flicked the reigns and continued on, passing by Shor's Stone and Shor's Watchtower just as the sun began to crest over the hills. The bear that normally camped out the road just below the watchtower was gone today, so he didn't have to worry about either fighting or running today, glad for the peace on the way down towards Eastmarch, where the only things to cross his path for some ways were wild goats and a frazzled fox that somehow kept crossing his path and bolting in fright.

He headed left at the first fork he found, barely avoided some wolves on the road, and kept heading straight at the next fork marked with signs, towards Ivarstead, which took him steeply uphill, past red and green ferns, and orange-leaved birch trees.

It began to rain as he crested the top of the road's slope, but all he could do was grumble about it and pull a hood over his head, the morning sunlight quickly overcast by grey clouds. At the very least, he wasn't on that part of the road long enough for to get muddy and become hazardous, what with the steep side-slope and the drop only some feet away from the path.

"Help me! I was attacked!" a man laying on the road barked near a bridge, his belongings, or what seemed to be left of them, scattered about the roadside. Lavi only smiled at him, nodding acknowledgment. He knew this road well and the structure of Nilheim beyond, how bandits often staked someone out by the bridge faking having been raided to lure in unsuspecting passersby inside to ambush and rob them, while the "victim" was part of the bandits themselves.

"Sorry, but you're going to have to try harder than that. Maybe the next less busy person by will be happier to indulge in your trap." The man only gaped at him in a 'how-did-you-know' kind of way, but didn't do anything other than lie in wait for someone less suspecting to traipse by, not bothering to ask for help again knowing he was caught nor give himself away by pursuing the redhead.

He stopped only briefly for a drink of water, both himself and the horse, outside Sarethi farm, and the glow of a field of Nirnroot crop up the hill hummed at him temptingly, but he reluctantly passed it by. Nirnroot was no comparison to the amount of wealth he'd miss out on if he screwed this job up. He needed to keep focus.

By noon he crossed the Treva river leading into Lake Geir, and an hour after that, he finally reached Ivarstead, splurging on a meal in Vilemyr Inn and sitting by the fire to dry while he contemplated the best route to take from there.

He could always double back slightly and take the mountain pass on the southern side of the Throat of the World past Hoemar's Shame and Orphan's Rock, then pass through Helgen into Faulkreath, but that would still be a long ways off from Solitude. He might as well be taking a tour of the entire southern border, to go that way. If he was recalling correctly, there was a pass through the northern side of the mountain, just beyond the stream next to the Troll den that was outside Ivarstead. It would be much quicker than taking the road, and let him bypass not only a lot of bears and frostbite spiders that had a tendency to hang out by the roadside, but also avoid any hostiles on his way and a confrontation with the bandits that frequently took up residence in the Valheim towers on the White River, or having to lose any of his precious gold just to pass by safely without a sword through his gullet.

He decided that's what he would do, after resting, eating, and warming up for a good three hours. Sadly, the rains hadn't ceased by then, so he would simply have to tolerate it. Time and money waited for no man who let it slip through his fingers.

Avoiding the troll was easy, walking over the top of the cave from a fair distance, and as luck would have it, the rain ceased just as he crossed the creek, before he got too wet. Right as the dirt road began to head downhill, just beyond a few crumbled stones that only gave hint that a house or gate of some kind might have once stood there, he headed into the trees off the path, knowing this shortcut well. It was certainly much colder than the lowland road, snow blanketing his way, but with the only disturbance being the drumming of a woodpecker and a few scattering goats, he didn't regret his decision to take this route, even as the sun began to set before he saw the end of it, bathing the mountainscape orange.

He reached the other side just as the last light of day was painting the horizon of the far mountains with a ring of gold, and by nightfall, he could proudly say he'd reached Whiterun and the Bannered Mare without having even one confrontation or having lost a single coin, which truly made for a great day of travel.

He wished he could say that the next day was nearly so uneventful.

He rode out the next morning before the sun was even up, taking the road past the Western Watchtower in Whiterun's tundra, then right along the north road going by Fort Greymoor. A troupe of bandits had staked out the small bridge ahead, just beneath it, and decided a lone traveler and his horse were easy pickings so far away from any guards patrolling the roads.

It wasn't anything he couldn't handle, leaping his horse over the side into the shallows only a few feet below, but it meant he had to cut across the open tundra rather than take the road. At the very least, he had the river to follow, heading west, but that meant pesky mudcrabs that snipped at the legs of his horse as they sprang up from the ground, and slaughterfish. Slaughterfish were even worse.

The increasing pace of the stream and more abundant rises in the rock told him that he was nearing Hjaalmarch and the place where the Karth and Hjaal river met, sighing. Guess he wasn't going to get to stop and rest in Rorikstead or Morthal now. He'd have to wait until Dragon's Bridge, or just go on straight ahead to Solitude and take his rest then.

He passed a Giant's camp, but didn't dare go anywhere close. Giants hated thieves even more than most other people did. And guard dogs, he could handle. Mammoths were a completely different story.

The river started to turn into falls and rapids, and before long, he spied the bridge over the Karth river, just before Robber's Gorge and the bandit camp that tolled the road.

'least I won't have to deal with finding a way around them now, he thought optimistically, deciding he'd rough it a little further around the wild before finding the road again. He really didn't feel like forking over his money to anyone today. Maybe he'd be getting that stay in Morthal after all. Just... as soon as he figured out his path down the cliffs without killing either him or his horse. He found it, and along with a hidden chest filled with some gold and lock-picks to boot.

He avoided the bandits, but got more mudcrabs in their place, which wasn't nearly as bad as the sabre that sprung out of the brush as he followed the Hjaal river to Morthal, which ended in a dead horse and having to hoof it the rest of the way, muttering complaints the entire way about bad luck and stupid wildcats, and then having to haul ass past a Frost Troll and down steep, ice-caked rocks on the other side, almost breaking a leg in the meantime.

But at last, Solitude was within his sights!

Distant, but where he could see it none the less.

The Frost Troll was still on his tail, so he sprinted and let it get distracted by a coven of necromancers holing up in Fort Snowhawk, going the way of Morthal, which took longer to reach than he remembered, wondering at first if he'd overshot it until seeing the rocks where a path led into the unwalled Hold. He stopped for a brief drink and some warmth, then went through the marshes to where he knew there was a narrow crossing where he wouldn't get TOO wet, which led to running from more trolls, as well as - who would have guessed it! - more freaking mudcrabs.

"If I have to see so much as one more mudcrap this year, I'm going to scream," Lavi muttered unhappily as he finally, FINALLY, managed to reach the Winking Skeever, hardly even paying attention to who was around him at the moment.

He just wanted some good food, the buzz of some wine or mead, and a warm bed to crash in before he had to deal with his job.

"I need a room for the night," he declared, smacking a handful of coin on the counter, only to realize the exact same phrase came out of someone else's mouth and he turned, already knowing that that voice sounded familiar from somewhere. And oh, was it someone familiar indeed.

For a moment he could only blink, trying to think of something to say. Maybe just a simple greeting, but of course, his tired mind decided that the first thing to do was to be a smartass.

"Jinx, you owe me a drink."


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