A NEW START

The journey to Cyrodiil must have took a week. Ralof and I discussed the future of the brotherhood, and came to the decision of establishing a group of Assassins in Cyrodiil. We would focus try and rid Cyrodiil, even Tamriel, maybe even Nirn. Ralof would, for the first while, help and recruit those who could help our cause. I on the other hand would help find Brynjolf and try and rid some of the city's of Templar rule. Our headquarters would be the abandoned Chapel of Akatosh in Kvatch. We also came across a Kahjit caravan and asked them to send out word to Charlotta asking her if she wanted to join us. When we got there Ralof immediately went out in search of recruits, leaving me to set the place up. I quickly found some loosed bricks in the walls and placed the Scroll in there. Hiding it in case the Templars found our hideout. I put out most of the stuff setting out some rooms. After a few hours of settling in and seeing the surrounding area Ralof came back with three recruits. Two male and one female. One male was a Nord named Aenar. He was tall and muscly. He had long black hair and a scar that ran the right side of his face. He seemed pretty up for joining the Assassins, although it did help that his grandfather was an Assassin. The other male was an Imperial named Stenar. He was skinny and pretty flimsy, but he could use a blade. He had the usual tanned Imperial skin and could move without making a sound, making him important for the sneaky missions we would need. The last recruit, the female was a Breton named Marbell. She was pretty much a typical Breton, good at magic. She had a chalk white face with flowing hair to match it. I told the recruits of the history of the Assassins and the Templars. They all agreed to devote their lives to the Assassins, I immediately inducted them. It was then for the first time that I realized that I had lost my Assassin robes. Luckily Aenar had a friend who was a tailor, so I started drawing up plans for my robes as Aenar, Stenar and Marbell did too. Ralof still had his original ones. I wanted mine pretty much the same as my last only making the whole thing black with a black cowl also. I wanted white accents, instead of the usual red ones. I thought this would be a sort mark for our own group of Assassins. I gave my plans to Aenar and he left to his tailor friend with the plans. He reported back saying that the outfits would be ready in two days. After speaking about ways to expand our group I set out to see if I could find some more people to recruit to our cause.

I came across an Argonion arguing with some Orc bandits. I sat on a bench just within hearing range and eavesdropped on the conversation

"You owe us money Vistha" One of the mercenary's said

"I know, I know. I will have the money soon" The scared Lizard replied

"Soon isn't good enough Vistha" The same bandit replied, drawing a dagger

"Oh Gods, please no"

"You should have payed up Vistha"

I had heard enough and flew at the bandit with the dagger. I stabbed him in the throat with my hidden blade. Picking up his orcish dagger I ducked below a sword swipe from another bandit and went to stab him in the stomach, but the Argonion already killed him. The last bandit swung a punch at me but I dodged, grabbed his arm and moved behind him, still holding his arms. I pulled his arm back and heard a satisfying snap and watched his body fall limp to the floor.

"Are you ok" I asked the Argonion

"Yes" He replied

"Do you know of the Assassins"

"Why yes, I do. In fact I used to be in the Thieves Guild in Skyrim"

"Good, you will know what happened to Brynjolf then?"

"Last I heard he was right here in Kvatch"

"Thank you" I said half turning to walk away

"And by the way, if your interested go to the Chapel of Akatosh" I said leaving before he could reply.

I began my search for Brynjolf at a Tavern. I scanned the front drinking room but found nothing. I walked over to the bar and sat down in front of the barmaid. She was a Nord with shoulder length blond hair and had a striking resemblance to Charlotta.

"Excuse me Mrs..." I asked waiting for her to tell me her name.

"It's Miss, Miss Heddvi Ironhand"

"Well Miss Ironhand, do you know where I may find a man named Brynjolf?"

"Well I may, for a price"

"Oh for the the love of Talos women, whats your price?" I asked with a sigh

"5,000 gold"

"No way"

"Well there is another thing you could do"

"What?"

"Well my friend was travelling with her cousin on the Kahjit Caravans. She usually sent me letters but she stopped two weeks ago. I would tell you this information, if you went and found her I would tell you how to find Brynjolf"

"Can you tell me more about your friend?"

"Well the Imperials banned Kahjit Caravans in Cyrodiil a few years ago, so she is most likely in a jail, although last time I heard from her she was outside the near the Imperial City"

"Ok, I will find her. Can you tell me her name?"

"Her name is Charlotta. Charlotta Strong-Shield..."