Sun's Height 16
(Champion of Cyrodiil): Arbor Watch, Chorrol
I would be trapped in this hellish place forever. Why? Because I was a hero. It crushed me to think that way, and I hated the basic mechanics of the world. My actions would once again be a product of courage, and punished by logical consequence. I brought my hand to the fiery orb slowly at first, and already I could feel my hand warm up. For the first time in years, I felt an urge to burst into tears. This was true heroism and I hated every bit of it. I hated that such a concept was possible. I'd just have to do it quickly, but I hated to...
Then there was a voice...a woman's voice...new colors...gray...gray brick. Where was I? Had I fallen, but somehow didn't reach the pit? What was I feeling around me? Was I wounded? How could they have taken me back? There weren't even any healers.
"Champion!" The female voice called. Slowly reality began piecing itself together. Disorientation found coordination. An idea of were I really was began to form in my head.
For a second I was excited. I was safe. I was a Champion. But something was missing. There was something that was supposed to dampen the mood.
I blinked a few times and noticed something. People in black. Black robes.
The Dark Brotherhood. Now the vacuum of pain was filled. I remembered the tragic epiphany. If I was happy, I was an exploiter. I remembered the burden my courage gave me, I remembered the horrible mechanics of the universe, I remembered how logic put an impenetrable barrier infront of hope for the good people. I remembered the temptation I always had to fight against. I remembered the temptation to give in to cowardess always creeping up on me.
"Champion!" She said, now shaking my shoulders. I was still somewhat trying to sift dream from reality while she spoke, but had lost some interest remembering the kind of place reality was. "Champion! We need your assistance" Her presence felt so unwelcome. I wanted to sleep until the world was fixed. I wanted to remain in the comfort of the covers. This was the one place I felt at peace.
"Why? What? How?" These were the only things I could think to ask.
"The Speaker you first met with, Lucien Lachance, has betrayed the Dark Brotherhood. He has ordered his personal assassin to kill us off, one by one. We five, including you, must put a stop to him if the Dark Brotherhood is to survive." She said in a melancholy voice.
I rubbed my eyes, still trying to put some pieces together but listening none the less "How are we going to do that?"
"We will go to Fort Farragut, confront Lachance, and punish him for his treachery!" She said, the anger encroaching on her voice, harshening her tone. Then, in a soothing manner again "You will come with us. We are sure your assistance will be invaluable."