4E202, 1 Morning's Star, 8:15am
"For the Empire!" The Blades charged in yelling mixed war cries.
We stood looking at the 40 Morag Tong Assassins. Brand pulled out his ebony longsword and charged in while breathing fire on two assassins. Parthunaax flew overhead and grabbed up one of the assassins and flung him off the mountainside. Jenassa, Garnag, Uthgerd, and I ran after Brand who was fighting alongside Delphine and an older Breton male. I pulled my bow out and put an arrow through an assassins face. Garnag was using a mixture of Alteration and Destruction to wreak havoc on five of the assassins. We realized that we were being pushed against a cliff by the fighting. We would be massacred if we did not act quick.
"FUS ROH DAH!"I shouted as I cut a path through the surrounding foes with my Thu'um. Arngier and Borri appeared from the gate at whirlwind speed and the assassins switched paths charging the two greybeards. The ground shook as they shouted Unrelenting Forces at a group of ten who went flying off the side of a cliff. We charged the remaining assassins and managed to kill seven more. The remaining Morag Tong Assassins retreated down the slope with Parthunaax in pursuit. I looked around to make sure everyone was alright. One of the Blades lay on the ground. I ran over to speak to him as he died.
"You did good friend." I said to him.
"The name is Falcedon Valerius sire." He spoke as blood ran down the side of his head. Brand had knelt on the other side of him.
"Breathe easy Falcedon." Brand said.
"I am glad I can die knowing that you have finally been found. Akatosh guide you my Emperor." He was facing Brand who had a tear running down his cheek.
"Maybe someday I will be called that Falcedon, someday. But for now my duty is to stay by your side." Brand spoke realizing that this would not be the last casualty on his journey through life. Falcedon was coughing up blood.
Falcedon Valerius gasped out the words," Long live the Empire." Then his eyes glazed over and he went limp.
"Divines help us in the coming days." Brand spoke to the dead Blade,"We must bury him well."
We all stayed at High Hrothgar for another day for the burial. The Blades and the Greybeards decided to remain at High Hrothgar and defend Brand while also teaching him much of the history of the dragons and the Empire. Garnag, Jenassa, Uthgerd, and I set out for Riften to speak with Delvin for extra protection and resources.
4E202, 4th Morning's Star, 6:00am
Traveling constantly for three days we made it to Riften. Delvin was expecting us from a letter I had sent and he brought us straight to Mercer Frey.
"Long time no see, Mr. Hlaalu. What can I do for you today?" He said.
"The Dark Brotherhood's existence is being threatened Mercer, we need help if we are to survive."
He laughed harshly at my statement. Mercer Frey and I had never gotten along. I supposedly was taking away his buisness with Maven because the permanence of death was more appealing to her than roughing up her competition.
"I should turn you in right now you grey smut. Why should I care if the Dark Brotherhood survives?" He sneered.
"I understand that you thought Astrid was the true leader of the Dark Brotherhood, but through her actions we almost perished. I have a child on the way. I want to see them grow-up. My brother is dragonborn as well, and much more noble a person than I am or ever will be. I want to live to see the day he becomes the Emperor of Tamriel. Which would ultimately allow for the Thieves Guild to extend its reach without the worry of being killed by the Aldmeri Dominion. This would be in your favor." I finish consoling him.
"For all I care you and your brother can die." He started to walk away. That was when I felt the thu'um building up in me.
"Kill Him" I could hear the Night Mother's words coursing through my head. Delvin saw what was happening and yelled for everyone to get out of my way. Mercer Frey turned his head and realized what he'd done to late.
"Fus Roh Dah!" The thu'um threw him against a wall and his head was crushed into it as a crunching sound emanated throughout the room. Mercer Frey lay in a crumpled heap with blood splattered all around the area of impact.
"Delvin, go get Brynjolf... I think he'd make a good Guild Master." I stated calmly.
"I agree Shakesh, eh, I'll get right on it." Nervously he got up and went to the Ragged Flagon. He returned shortly with Brynjolf who was horror struck.
"Divines, who's going to clean that up?" Brynjolf said.
"I will as soon as I can get some extra supplies. The Morag Tong are looking to take out the Dark Brotherhood for good. We need to be well defended and provisioned if we are to survive." I was straight forward.
"I'll do what I can friend. Astrid would not have wanted the Dark Brotherhood to perish because the long standing mutual help the Thieves Guild was offering was requitted." Brynjolf stated.
"Thank you. Shadows guide you friend." I cleaned up themess I had made and traveled out of Riften with Jenassa, Uthgerd, and Garnag. Times were changing, it was unclear if that was good or bad to me.