AN: This is my first story, and I'd Appreaciate it if you could rate & review it!
This is a short story about the dark brotherhood quest "death incarnate", and probably
won't be expanded on, sorry.
Enjoy!
The Khajiit assassin Dro'Ba crept down the stairs slowly,bow in hand, and arrow nocked, as to avoid any unwanted attention.
He'd found his brother in darkness Festus Krex pinned to a tree, dead, with arrows holding him up.
They would pay dearly for this.
Dro'ba carefully peered around the corner,and saw two guards laughing and chatting, their attention
drawn from their task of guarding the entrance. To stop anyone from entering. Or, more likey, from exiting.
He drew back the bowstring, and sighted his target.
The first the young guard knew about a intruder was that his friend was bleeding profusely on the floor, a bloody hole in his neck.
The same arrow had buried itself in his own chest. He could feel himself slipping away. He tried to call out, to alert the others.
But his voice betrayed him. he slumped to the ground, knowing that he'd failed. He had been stupid. of course, the dark brotherhood
were assassins. They wouldn't come blundering down the stairs, expecting everyone to die at the sight of them. The thought lingered in his mind until he finally closed his eyes.
Dro'ba new it was a good shot when he releaced the bowstring, and watched the two guards die. They were fools. They stood no chance.
At least it was quick. Dro'ba prefered them to suffer, but that could lead to his undoing. He siently slipped by, knowing that he'd try to save as many of his brothers and sisters from Sithis' reach, for now, atleast.