A/N: I just want to say sorry - I added in an Author's note to this chapter, so there's a lot of stuff I've written to you guys... so... apologies. Take this chapter as a gift!

Sorry for the long wait - I've started college and have got some work set to do... I promised to try to update when I can though! It's good motivation when I get all these fantastic reviews and followers!

First off I just wanted to say thank you for all your entries - I've enjoyed reading them, even if something like four of the entries were all Dark Brotherhood assassins... you guys aren't making it easy to have Tenebraeus meet super secret assassins from a super secret organization - thank you, I really do love a challenge.

Depending on whether or not I get a reply from Jen12040, this story can go one of two ways... they aren't that much different from each other though - so if the whole "Imperial boy/Nordic girl" idea attracted you to this story - it's still going in that direction, don't worry, I wouldn't dangle that in front of you beautiful people it just wouldn't be the daughter of Ulfric Stormcloak... well, it's not impossible, now I think about it...

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OC: Khadba Buzga

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Reviews...

Duesal10 - Thank you! And not much longer - I don't really want to give away specifics and give a specific moment - I think it would ruin the moment... also, if I want to change the meeting slightly, I still have the freedom to play around with it. Also, I am still awaiting an e-mail from Jen12040 for her final say on how the chapter would play out - I'm very reluctant to do anything without her consent.

Quill and Brush - Aww, shucks I'm blushing... and I'm glad you like it. Thank you very much for your application - I like the whole 'automated-orphan' thing... it's quite a quirk. If you could PM me a bit more information about your character? I.e. Why did he kill his parents? How is he childlike etc... I already have the perfect scenario though!

xXicecreamIVIlad - Haha thank you - I wanted to say 'nun' but... alas - lore-friendly problems etc... and I'd like to thank you for your OC - I know where I'm going to have Hunter Nelsen come into the story, but it's a little way down the line... I won't forget about him though - he WILL be in this story... as for a follower... we shall see.

SirAC - I know - so much in one chapter - I thought it might become a little cluttered... from your comment 'Eight', I can assume that you are not a Nord? Or at least, not one by the late Ulfric Stormcloak's standards? ... oops, plot leak. I really do encourage you to enter your character, although - remember, you can submit more than one character. And please, send me the character profile - I'll try my best to intergrate them. And as to regard the 'actual review', I graciously thank you for picking up on that - lots of brownie points for you my friend!

Chapter Fifteen

One Year Later

I slammed my fist into the man's face again, my knuckles stinging from the many toothmarks now bleeding with crimson blood - although I wasn't sure if it was mine or his. The man began to plea, begging me to stop. I couldn't - my rage willed me to hit him again and again and again. My fingers held the fire in place, the blistering heat seething past them like the bars of a cage.

Linwe, an Altmer who lead our rival guild, the Somerset Shadows, had taken up residence in Uttering Hills Cave. It had been four months since Delvin informed me about Linwe, and sent me off on the chase for the slippery elf. Finally, I had tracked him down, and although it was not his face I pictured as I collided another fist into his nose, cracking it gruesomely, I still felt better. Delvin had stated that Linwe and his thieves killed their marks, looting the bodies afterwards and claiming they were thieves - like a wolf calling itself a fox. My investigations into the nearby city of Windhelm had proved otherwise - true, a girl had been killed, and while the Imperials did nothing, I had discovered several letters between Linwe and a woman in Windhelm whom I assumed to be his fence, Niranye. She led me to this cave, where I was now thoroughly beating Linwe to a bloody and well-deserved death.

"Enough!" I felt the back of my neck being tugged out, and then a hand reached around under my arms, throwing me back across the room. I focused back on Linwe and hoisted myself to my feet, storming towards the Altmer. The Orc stood in my way, blocking my passage with his giant shadow.

"Get out of my way." I growled.

"Enough!" He repeated, barking loudly and savagely. I paced back towards the entrance, wiping the blood from my mouth. The sight of it on my fingers made me feel angry again... I was weakened - bettered by him. I turned around and sprinted towards Linwe, who attempted to scramble away. I grabbed him by the throat and threw another fiery fist at him, this time, leaving scorched marks across his cheek. I yelled out in anger as I punched him, getting louder each time. I was eventually thrown back across the room again.

"Khadba..." I said lowly.

"We don't." The orc spat in his primitive tone.

"So what? Killing all those thieves out there, what was that? We didn't just put them to sleep you know! We were sent here to kill him!"

"Not like this." He quietly said, shaking his head at the bloody mess of the Altmer on the floor. "Brynjolf." He rumbled softly. I rolled my eyes.

"You think I care if you tell Brynjolf?"

"Yes." I scoffed, and pulled up a fistful of flames, advancing on Linwe, who attempted to drag his body away with his unbroken arm. Khadba moved to grab my shoulder, but I raised my fiery hand at him.

"Don't interfere." I ordered him. I could see the hate of what I was doing boiling in his eyes - I didn't expect him to understand. I didn't even want him to understand, because I didn't care what he thought. I was shuddering from the anger - it was like a fire in my lungs, causing me to take more and more breaths to stay alive - the only way to quench this fire in my chest was to kill, to seek revenge. Even if it wasn't on Mercer.

I stood above Linwe, and held both my hands out, flames evident in each one. I then threw my fire at Linwe in steady jets of infernos. I could hear his screaming ringing across the icidic caverns, vibrating the icicles and reverberating through the maze-like passages. He writhed around on the floor, desperately slapping his body in a feeble attempt to put out my fire. Foolish. It wasn't like normal fire, it couldn't be so easily put out by rolling around - it was like dragon fire. It would gnaw through your skin and blacken your muscle. I kept the streams of fire burning across Linwe for longer, feeling good. So much better. I felt in control, like I was serving justice, but most of all, I felt powerful. I felt like a God, watching this mortal begin to melt into the floor.

Looking back on it now, I wish I could forget the smell.

Like I said, a relatively short chapter - only something like two pages.

Also, a few other updates that I want your feedback on something: In this story, I may refer to certain mods for Skyrim - not massive ones, but smaller ones. Look up Dragon Cliff Manor, and you'll get a sneak peak at where one of the chapters will be set. You can find it on YouTube, and it is pretty fantastic.

A word of warning for APPLICATION TIME - I get this urge to groan when someone submits an overpowered character - someone who can wield magic, is a marksman with a bow and carries axes and swords and daggers etc - I mean, it subtracts the realism from my story that I am trying really hard to instill... I'm not saying don't make your character talented, but if you've been keeping up with this story (I know you have - and love you guys for it), you'll have noticed that most of it doesn't revolve around fighting.

So, making a character that lacks depth and personality, but is more like a deity that happens to be carrying a bow... well, it feels a little like I've spent ages making a sandcastle and someone's stamping all over it... only that's a bit more violent and deliberate... So, I'm going to try to tone some characters down - not too much hopefully, but for instance, if there's a character who can use magic perfectly, it would kind of negate the effects of Tenebraeus - so, I'll probably remove the magic - unless of course, if it is absolutely essential to the character. Also, one Dark Brotherhood character each please - come on, make an absolutely unique character! And that doesn't necessarily mean Argonian/Khajit btw - I've had two humans submitted overall...

The point I'm making is don't make your characters too bad-ass; I've made that mistake many times, and am speaking from experience. With that in mind, I'll love you and leave you, but know that this is the first thing I did when I woke up... at 3 in the morning... So, I think there's no typos, but if there are I'm sorry - you can never catch them all...