Hello, and thank you for clicking on this story. This is my second fanfiction, my first is the Retired Bandit, a Skyrim fanfiction that doesn't really tie in with the story or the lore of the Elder Scrolls, but I decided to place some characters I created in scenarios in-game, and have a plot tying it all together. Wait, isn't that what a fanfic is?... Forget you're reading. I kind of am doing the same with this fanfic, and this is really a prologue for a story to come. Suggest, follow, favorite, review, tell me it was awful... all of that stuff that you do, and I will see you later.
As Therelo drogged his legs through the murky sewers, he continually checked around in the dark waters for any rats. The damn things were behind this entire thing... he just had to prove it. They just can't all of a sudden start spreading diseases hidden deeply within their genetic DNA. No matter what you believe, that just can't happen.
A rat scurried along in the water quickly, as Therelo hurried along to catch it. The rat juked around the masculine hands of Therelo, until it brought him unto one mysterious man, hiding in the dark shadows of Dunwall's sewers. His arms are crossed, and he's leaning back on the filthy, concrete wall behind him.
"You, the one they called Therelo," the voice demanded. "You need to back off."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Back off of your project. You won't find anything; you'll just get yourself killed."
"Is that a threat? Because I can handle myself just fine without you butting into my business."
"You could take it as a threat, or a warning. I won't give you another chance. Just back off of the entire deal right now."
"Do you have anything more than words and rat shit to back that up?"
"I have..." the figure uncrossed his arms and stood straight. "Some connections."
"What kind of connections?"
"The kind that can have the leader of a nation killed at the drop of a heartbeat."
"So, wait a minute... are you saying you had the Empress killed?"
"We shall see, my friend... we shall see."