Hello, hello, my somewhat faithful readers! It is time for another chapter of The 11th of Frostfall! Woo! Anyway at the end of this chapter you shall find something vital to the very existence of this story! And I won't tell you what it is yet, but if you do as I ask below you may get a reward!

It was an hour later when I was on my first job for the guild, when I met the Guild master I was disappointed. She was a vain, idiotic, evil, arrogant woman. I have to wonder how she even got to be guild master, no matter back to the matter at hand.

I cursed as I broke a lock pick, this houses lock was proving difficult. The Black-Briars did not waste money on pathetic trinkets, or at least Maven didn't. years ago the family had been driven out by the guild, at the request f the new guild master. Needless to say afterwards Riften came under heavy attack from different friends of Maven, first the Dark brotherhood, then Falkreath and then the empire. Riften did not fall, Riften was obliterated, but during this minor war the black-briar family line died out. But, no one knew how, that was the strangest thing they had all sudden died. There was no poisoning not any bruises to indicate a fight or being beaten to death. Just nothing, as if they were never alive in the first place.

Strange things have been happening since the new guild master arrived in Riften, apparently my mother was getting stressed because of the guild's depleting wealth. And then she died, 'happy' endings. But now it was worse than when my mother was guild master, because the guild has once again fallen in to disrepair and not because of a stolen skeleton key. Oh yes, everyone knew of that once my mother had died the new guild master made sure of that.

"Damn guild master, damn red heads, damn everything." I whispered, apparently the house was filled with bandits and there was a treasure in Maven Black-Briars old room that the guild master wanted, oh wait sorry that a 'very important client wanted'. Bah a blind beggar could see through that! for randomness I put on a blue hat that jesters wear, I cannot say I am completely sane.

I remember Aunt Sapphire sending me to this school liken thing in Whiterun I was happyish I guess, I didn't really see the appeal to it. When I arrived everything was fine so chipper it was, but alike every social thing without certain standards on behaviour it held a darker side. I was insanely bullied, and I felt things go downhill from there. Once I had to be brought to the court wizard because something was wrong with my heart, I overheard him saying that if I had been brought in a minute later it would have been too late. How ironic, dying from a torn heart, I guess it could have been worse. I hated that school, and I hated the poor judgment everyone had there, they all thought I would be the one to die by a dragon attack. Ha I showed them…

I stole through the house, listening to any creaks on the old rotting floorboards. I paused when I heard two voices muttering to each other.

"This house is rotten to the core, just like the family that used to live here. Nothing the boys do stop it or even hinder it, we need to move on!"

"You know we can't, the woman was the only one left who even has the blood, the dragonborn got him and Serana cured! if we don't find her we'll use the blood, hopefully it works."

"Even if it does not, there is still the ritual…"

"Has not been performed in thousands of years, and no one we know is strong enough to go through those trials."

I went past that room, I know nothing of whatever these men were doing and nor did I care. I just wanted to get whatever the guild master bloody wanted and then leave, or stay whatever I bared my teeth as a rat ran past my foot. I stepped on its head crushing the poor things neck, I nearly felt sorry for it but… I hate rats.

I continued through the house and found Maven's room I searched the chests and wardrobes and found nothing that fitted the description the guildmaster had given me, heard the two men I heard earlier walking towards Maven's room my head shot towards the door, giving me whiplash. Then I spotted it, it was on a desk I grabbed the statuette, it was of a Woman and a dog the woman was plated in silver and onyx and the dog just in onyx. There was an inscription on the bottom, it read: The Dark sister and the faithful hound guide your path. Eerie if you ask me, but you didn't so go and have your own opinion!

"Look at least we have the statue; no thief will get out of this house alive with that in hand to give to that blasphemer guild master they have. Can you believe that she has sent twenty of them to steal it? You'd think she wants them to die with the way she sends them after it, she'll never get the statues power not while we live!"

"Yes, yes blah blah blah let's just hurry up and check it already."

I looked for a way of escape, there was the window but I would surely break my legs should I jump, and if I were to climb to the roof I would be trapped. I climbed into of a wardrobe and waited, hoping I was blending in with the shadows. When they entered it hit them on the back of the head hard enough the knock them out and I ran for the front door, it was not very surprising when I found out that there were more of them in all the other rooms. They shot ice spears and fireballs at me, I dodged them all singeing my hair and getting frost on my clothes. I ran out the front door, only to find the world changed, distorted. I blinked my eyes and it went away, I ran to the ratway as quickly as I could.

Ragged Flagon,

After giving the statuette to the guild master she sent me to Markarth, she seemed in a bad mood once I returned. She seemed to expect me to die, I was told that a client had told the guards about a heist the asked the guild to do and they wanted me to rough them up. The carriage ride was going to be a pain in the ass, but I must keep up pretences. The red head offered to come with me but the guild master quickly shut that down. He seemed disappointed but, cheered up when a man as old as time itself pushed a flagon of mead into his hand. I sat on the bed they had given me, flicking through the diary of my mother.

I did noticed one thing; she kept drawing a symbol near my name a strange bird near a moon it looks like. Never mind it doesn't matter, not like it was important…then why do I get the feeling it is? I grabbed one of the pillows on my bed and put it over my face as I laid down. Apparently in Morrowind there are no longer any pillows, they all disappeared during the Nerevarine's time…

I sat back up and walked to the secret entrance, and stepped outside it was freezing and it probably wasn't the best idea to go out here in my night clothes. They were but a simple thin dress and cloth wrapped around my calves, not much but comfy for the most part. The entrance opened again, and the red head climbed out he beamed when he saw her. She did not turn around though she knew who it was.

"I didn't think you would be out here in such thin clothes, but it is good to refresh yourself out here." He said as I quickly brushed some of my hair over my face, it was fruitless though because he caught sight of it almost as soon as he stood beside me. He tripped over, but somehow his guild armour hooked onto my own clothes, bringing me down with him. His face seemed to change to an older man, same hair and eyes but his eyes held darker secrets and something desirable to someone else inside of me.

Random Brynjolf descendant who I haven't Named yet's POV

When I tripped I brought her down with me, when we fell time seemed to slow for a moment her face seemed to change to a woman's who I think I have met before and then to a dark elf's who matched the description of the Nerevarine…

Adusam's POV

I landed above him, I used my hands and knees to hold myself up he seemed a shocked as me perhaps more. I heard footsteps from behind me and hands grabbed the back of my night clothes, there were five women. Each other them different, one had purple hair alike some might have of had from the Oblivion crisis. She was obviously the leader, they all wore leather armour similar to the dark brotherhoods but without the same colours, it was mostly just a dark brown and black. They each had melee weapons strapped to their waists.

The one with the purple hair looked at the man whose name I still don't know and nodded at him then spoke:

"You must keep this secret, boy, this goes deeper into history than even the author knows." The author's eye twitched and she muttered about how can she not know when she is writing the damned story. They then looked up at exactly the same time, when a horse screamed and footfalls could be heard, they ran for the stables. We both stared after them, feeling as confused as the author or maybe even more.

Really short chapter this time guys, sorry but as mentioned above there is a thing that is crucial to the survival of this story, (over use of emphasise) what I need for all of you to do, no matter what race religion or whatever you are is suggest names for Brynjplf's son. I am bloody serious, I need HALP! D: so all of you who read this (mind you I may end up messaging people to help me) please help me get a name for this red headed nameless freak...I said that out loud didn't I?