Journal entry: The country of Skyrim has received about five years of peace since the defeat of Alduin by the Dohvakiin who was later crowned the high king of Skyrim. Yes peace and prosperity…just what I need. Let me explain exactly who I am. My name is Vex. I am an imperial, but I was never a "Kill the stormcloaks" kind of guy. Mostly I only kill those I'm paid to. You see me and my family have had problems keeping funds since this era of so called peace. My family may not be my birth family, but we have spilled enough blood to the point we've got the same blood on us. My name is Vex, and I am a member of the Dark Brotherhood.

I remember when I first joined. Only one year six months after Alduin's death. Back when the Brotherhood still had good business and was still needed. Such a bloody day it was, for it had started with a mission of my Mentor Nazir. His mission was to slay an entire pack of werewolves which he almost did singlehandedly! But alas, the beasts outnumbered him, but I was around and my lust for murder was fueled. Although, something deep inside me had prevented me from attacking Nazir in my frenzy. Nazir had seen my skill, and had appreciated my assistance. In his fair and glorious repayment he brought me to my home today. Astrid examined me and tested me again and again with small contracts and occasionally pitting me against my soon to be family. She valued my skill, and saw that my desire for blood was obviously willed by our great lord of the void Sithis.

Sadly, because of that blasted Dragonborn and him supposedly saving Skyrim we have been low on jobs. Nobody even practices our beloved black sacrament to call upon us anymore. All we get are small jobs like removing bandits or even killing nonhumans. My magnificent family had been turned into a basic mercenary group! I will not stand for this any longer…ugh I need to practice…

~ I stood up from the seat I had claimed and closed my small journal. I placed it in my pocket and walked down the hall pass the night mother's coffin. My regular armor of the Dark Brotherhood had a special look to it in the darkness whether it be night or in a cavern. It was the standard armor of black design with red gauntlets and boots. The armor was leather for speed but also had metal spikes on a majority of the torso for extra protection. I didn't wear the usual face cover so my face was revealed. Nothing was very special about it, no scars with an interesting back story or anything, just a pale white face and dark blue eyes. My face was a little muscled like the rest of my body and I brushed my blonde bangs out of my face and scratched the hair that reached down to my neck. I was stressed and needed to calm down.

Hours later me and veezara were training. The reptilian assassin used his one handed blade while I clashed back with my two-handed sword. The sword was made of Skyforge steel and Arnjborn had sharpened it to perfection. Veezara could tell that I was more flustered then I normally was with my swings being slightly sloppy as the green scaled Argonian easily repelled my advances. Veezara soon knocked my blade from my hand as his eyes grew bored. The lizard sighed at me and spoke. "Brother, normally you have me on the ropes by now, so what is bothering you?" .I looked down, ashamed I had let my emotions dictate my battle skills and muttered barely audible enough for him to hear. "Our family has been…forgotten.'". Veezara approached me at these words and put a hand on my shoulder. "Not entirely my brother of the night. We our forgotten for now, but trust me we will strike again."

I took my brother in crime's hand off gently and sighed. "I appreciate your words Veezara, but I really don't see us coming back anytime soon." .Veezara shrugged and picked up my weapon and tossed it to me underhandedly. I caught the blade by the hilt and let my eyes travel from the tip to the beginning of the blade. I made no sound as I sheathed m sword, and traveled into the dining room. I was surprised to see my patron Nazir, and Astrid in the same room. They both looked to me when I had come in and had kept a cold stare which told me that they had been waiting for me. I walked in and pulled up a chair. I greeted them both and looked to our leader. "Astrid…did you wish to see me sister?" . Astrid nodded and opened her mouth "As you know, the Brotherhood has been very low on funds and has not received a single contract in months, but even so our skills must not falter…" my fear grew at her words. Astrid had always frightened me since I knew she could kill me without hesitation, but whenever she gave me a fierce reprimand I feared that instead of killing me, she'd do far worse then take my life.

Astrid sensed my unease in her presence, so she tried to reassure me with a chuckle but only amplified my fear. "You see we feel the same way you do. And with how it's been bugging you so much and you haven't really had a real contract in such a very long period of time Nazir and I have decided to give you the honor." My eyes widened at what she said." A real Dark Brotherhood contract?" I asked a loud Nazir chuckled at how naïve I was being and Astrid confirmed my question with a smile and a nod. I couldn't believe at how wonderful this was, for the first time in a few years The Dark Brotherhood was going to have an actual contract and they had chosen me to complete it. I was almost too excited, but then my eyebrows rose from a new source of bewilderment. "How did you find out about the contract? Did they send a letter, for I thought no living soul knew of our sanctuary?" Her eyes lit up, reveling she was glad I had asked the question. She answered, with an excitement like mine that was obviously being suppressed in her voice. "Somebody performed the Black Sacrament."

My entire face filled with ecstasy at her very words. Someone had contacted us through the Night Mother! Sure, since there was no listener it was probably a while back, but from the look on Astrid's face the performers of the Sacrament knew to do it early. I was joyous for not only were we remembered, but still valued enough to perform the Sacrament instead of being sent some request on a letter like some rag tag barbarians! A sinister smile formed upon my face, and I could almost feel my sheathed weapons pulse, excited to finally shed blood after such a long hibernation from any true battle. My lust for the scarlet liquid of life made me almost drool. "What's the contract?" I asked almost aroused at the thought of killing. Nazir looked to the side, still a bit uncomfortable from the kind of…"pleasure" I had gotten from murder. Most of my brothers and sisters were a little bewildered, but not Astrid. She knew my desire for taking a life, and she always knew how to use it best for the better of the Brotherhood.

Nazir turned to face Astrid, his crimson turban shifting as he looked to our patron, as if to ask permission to tell me himself. Astrid pushed her dirty blonde hair from her eyes as her pale skin reflected in the lighting. She nodded at my mentor and stood up. "Nazir you have always kept track of funding and contracts, so I leave the explanation to you. I'm going to tell the others this splendid news." Our patron got up from her chair and smiled at me. She walked past me mouthing "Make me proud" and she then left. I looked to my teacher with uncontrollable excitement. He groaned at my sudden emotions and scratched his beard. His dark face showed some features of annoyance, but soon resolved into his normally sarcastic demeanor. He then pulled out his scimitar, a curved blade which I had seen claimed many lives as I studied under him. He pulled out a small sharpening stone and began sharpening the curved death bringer as he explained. "We have been hired by a very rich family from Cyradil, known as the Dunkels. Their daughter Violet will be traveling from Falkreath to the throat of the world, while passing through Windhelm, Whiterun and Riverwood. You're goal in these towns is to establish her presence. She is Imperial and assassins have already been hired to dispatch of her. You're job is to murder the assassins and their families while keeping her alive. We are being payed 500,000 gold if the contract is successful." My jaw dropped at these words. So much gold…enough to allow the Brotherhood to live off of for a decade or two! I stood up and bowed to Nazir. "Thank you for this glorious opportunity master." Nazir groaned at this but soon chuckled. "You move out tomorrow, and by the way she'll have guards with her. They're actually rebels in disguise so you'll have to kill them as well, but I know that you were probably hoping for that. "I smiled revealing my teeth. Many dentists of Skyrim would have been angered, but rarely did I smile showing what I had done to myself. I had used a grindstone to sharpen my teeth, and I hoped on this contract that I would get to use them.

Journal entry: I'm ecstatic. I didn't come to dinner tonight for I wanted to prepare. I've sharpened my sword, my two daggers, gotten my arrows and that bow I got from that dead Thalmor agent. I lay in my quarters on my bed while writings this entry. The only thing I dread is having to deal with some pampered princess the entire contract. Apparently she's going to The Throat of the World to give her suitors the challenge of going up there to try and win her, or at least her parents are making her. Ugh, romance disgusts me. The only love I will ever need is the blood from my victims, and the only "partner" I will ever need is my blade. Anyways I should rest, I plan to go to Falkreath at six A.M. so I can draw my escort route at the inn a bit before the noble girl arrives. I hope she's at least a good looker…I need something to watch in case I get bored.

~ The servant rushed with haste to his master's door and began to knock. He couldn't believe he had let miss Violet sleep in. "Miss Violet, awaken please we have much to do today!" Inside the bedroom were splendid designs of furniture. On the ground were exquisite foreign Kahjitt Carpets, and on the queen sized bed were bed sheets of redguard design. The young woman Violet awoke with a look of dread on her face. She sat up, her green eyes reflected in the light as sunlight dazzled over her freckles from the Nordic glass window. Her red hair reached down to her midback straight down with a curl at each end. She yawned and a face of gloom appeared on her face. "I never wanted to get married at all…"