Three days before the events of RECLAIM.
The moons hung high on icy winds in the skies over Solitude. The Thalmor Headquarters sat nestled in the ramparts of Castle Dour, silently keeping watch over the Imperial capital of Skyrim. The headquarters were staffed with a skeleton crew as most of the Skyrim detachment were on patrol of the lands, looking to enforce the laws of the Empire.
The four guards sat in the meeting room, hilariously drunk on confiscated Argonian Blood Wine. The group sat around, attempting to discuss their latest orders from the Thalmor Embassy.
"But…" One of the agents slurred. "That seems like grunt work, we're more…Administrative."
"Very true." Another guard mumbled, pouring himself some more wine. "We should just wait 'til the fifth group gets back, then they can go search for… Whoever we were told to hunt down."
The group was too drunk to notice the shadow that fell from the ceiling. Before their poor wine soaked brains could react, they were dead, bleeding out on the cold stone floor. Throats slashed, necks broken, a skull punctured by an ebony arrow.
The hooded man rolled up his sleeves and piled the bodies in the corner. The man's boots clicked lightly as he moved commander's chambers. Scanning the room, his eyes narrowed as he spied the desk. Pulling out the chair, he took a seat, leaning over the documents.
"Ulfric Stormcloak… No. Delphine… No. Esbern… no. Where the hell is it?" The man mumbled, sifting through the journals. "Ah, here we are…"
The DeSade Dossier. The Thalmor's complete collection of information on what the Dominion was calling the DeSade Faction.
Nero DeSade-
Age: Late 20s
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Physical Description: A very tall, well built man. Long black hair, light blue eyes. Usually wearing dark colored clothing, covered by a black hooded cloak. Three piercings in each ear with silver colored rings.
Known Aliases: None
Known Affiliations: None
Combat Strength: Unknown. He has never been seen employing weapons or magick of any kind.
Wanted in connection with disrupting Thalmor activities in Skyrim, Cyrodiil, Hammerfell and Highrock, along with sabotaging Imperial business. Last seen during the incident at Helgen, where he was seen escaping with a Stormcloak soldier. If apprehended, use EXTREME CAUTION as we do not know how he may retaliate.
Faust DeSade-
Age: 21 Note- Some information says 19, but we won't know until he is apprehended.
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Physical Description: Average height and build. Black hair, medium length, spiky and light blue eyes. No identifying marks or tattoos.
Known Aliases: None
Known Affiliations: Thieves Guild, East Empire Trading Company
Combat Strength: Stealth, illusion magicks, daggers. Also employs a bevy of poisons and potions.
Wanted by the Empire for smuggling, and wanted by us for information theft, and general unrest among both the Thalmor and the Empire.
Fenrir DeSade-
Age: 21 Note- Some information says 19, but we won't know until he is apprehended.
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Physical Description: Identical twin of Faust DeSade, no identifying marks or tattoos.
Known Aliases: The Wolf of Windhelm… Whatever that may mean.
Known Affiliations: Thieves Guild, East Empire Company
Combat Strength: Brute force, axes, some conjuration magick.
Wanted for the same injustices as his twin, seeing as he committed said crimes with him.
Aurora Luune-
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Nord
Physical Description: Of smaller frame and build for a Nord woman, white hair, long, with blue eyes. Usually seen wearing a combination of white and black clothing, has, of all things, a ring pierced through her left eyebrow. Despite her feminine appearance and stature, one should use caution when approaching. She is known for a bad temper and odd choices in weaponry
Known Aliases: None
Known Affiliations: Member of The Companions of Whiterun, close with all high ranking members, married to Vilkas.
Combat strength: Brute force, uses a modified farming scythe along with ice magick.
Wanted for… Nothing, yet. Observe and collect more intel and apprehend if needed.
Vega Roanoke-
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Physical Description: Similar build and height to Nero DeSade. Dark brown hair, long, with bright green eyes. Deep scar over left eye running vertically. Usually seen wearing black priest robes. Works as Keeper of the Hall of the Dead in both Riften.
Known Aliases: The Black Death
Known Affiliations: None
Combat Strength: Magick and stealth. Weapon preference unknown.
Wanted for suspicion of Necromancy and grave robbing. Apprehend on sight.
Rurik and Maksim DeSade-
Very little is known apart from their names. Younger, also twin, brothers of Nero. The two are rumored to operate out of The Reach, disrupting all activity of both the Empire and the Stormcloaks. The only real control either faction has in the jagged area is Igmund, Imperial backed Jarl of the Reach. With the issues with the Forsworn and general nonsense, it's a surprise we even bother with the region. At any rate, all information regarding two individuals working against the greater good should be recorded and put to use.
Auxiliary Information-
It is believed that there may be other agents of the DeSade Faction hiding across Skyrim, plotting more moves against the Empire, and thus, the Thalmor. The group is also rumored to have at least one stronghold in each Hold, except finding them will be close to impossible without seeing them enter the buildings in question. The DeSade Faction covers their tracks well, seeming to vanish into thin air in plain sight.
Nero himself is thought to live in Solitude, but despite our best efforts, we can't follow him long enough to find where he resides. There are no official documents of his estate, and the only piece of parchment in Solitude with the name DeSade on it dates back to the late second era, under the name of Kamilla DeSade, apparent ancestor of Nero and company.
Investigations into other holds yielded the exact same results, and all homes or land holdings were apparently abandoned, locked up, or nonexistent.
We need to be very careful around these individuals, as we don't know what exactly they have planned, if anything. We also should more thoroughly investigate the combat strategies of them to formulate proper counter measures.
ALSO
This dossier should not, under any circumstances, leave this office. Make separate copies of each of the DeSade members and disperse them among the Justiciars.
-First Emissary Elenwen
"Hmm…" The hooded man mumbled, tucking the document into his belt. "I guess we'll have to be a bit more careful from here on."
Peeking back into the main room, Vega smirked, seeing a window open he did not come through. The bodies were gone, and the stacks of papers on the table were now scattered everywhere.
"Apparently Eidolon isn't the only one with plans in motion… This should be fun." He said aloud, knowing he was not alone.
Pulling an emotionless white mask off his belt, Vega slid it over his face, rolling his neck with a vulgar crunch. Walking back to the commander's chambers, he snapped his fingers, shooting a stream of liquid fire onto anything that would burn. He made his way from room to room, setting it ablaze as he worked his way to the upper floor where he had infiltrated. Slipping out a window, the masked Nord scaled the wall to the roof, chuckling as smoke began to seep from every hole in the tower. Looking over the sleeping city, he felt a presence behind him.
"And who do I owe this intrusion?" Vega asked, turning to face him company. "It's not polite to sneak up on people if you aren't going to kill them."
"I was unaware that was bad manners… I will rectify my poor upbringing." The woman replied, pulling a dagger from her belt. "I apologize for my offensive behavior."
Vega grinned horribly behind his mask as the woman dashed at him, drawing a blade from her other side. Dodging the clumsy swipes, Vega scoffed as he spun on his heel, cracking the woman in the face with a vicious backhand, sending her end over end backwards. A pained whimper escaped the woman as she pushed herself to her knees, trying to catch her breath.
"It's even more rude not to introduce yourself before attacking…" Vega trailed off, popping his knuckles.
"What use would it be? You're going to be dead soon!" The woman hissed, strengthening her resolve.
The woman's unorganized attack continued, utterly thwarted by Vega's superior fighting ability. The Nord's evasiveness was infuriating to his attacker, who couldn't land a blow to save her life. Her wasted movements were wearing her down quickly, her muscles getting more and more fatigued with every swing.
"Stand still so I can skin you!" The woman shrieked.
"The weak are useless and should be culled from the population… Pathetic." Vega replied, flicking his wrist, bringing a vicious looking blade into view.
The woman screamed in anger as she charged at her target, slashing wildly, her unrefined fighting style leaving her highly vulnerable. Vega narrowed his eyes, disarming the woman with little effort. A sinister chuckle crept from behind the mask as he towered over the clumsy assassin. Snatching her by a strap on her garb, Vega used his inhuman strength to launch off the roof, throwing his blade after her. Time seemed to slow as the weapon split the air with alarming speed, slashing right through the woman's midsection. A horrible scream pierced the icy winds as she fell.
Smoke and ash billowed from the open windows of the Thalmor headquarters. Finally taking notice, the guards ran their fastest to investigate. Vega laughed madly, his voice cackling through the night air as the tower burned.