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Keen-Tar

Chapter 7: Accident's Happen

I went up to my vampire brother. He gave me the award for killing him and told me my next contract.

"We need you to stage an... accident. Kill the target in the manner specified, and you'll receive a considerable bonus."

"Alright"

"As I expected. Good. The target is a Wood Elf named Baelin. You will find him at his home in Bruma. Enter secretly and avoid his manservant, Gromm. On the second floor is a secreted door leading to a crawlspace. Inside are the fastenings of a mounted head that hangs over Baenlin's favorite chair. Loosen the fastenings any night between 8:00 pm and 11:00 pm, and the head will surely fall on Baenlin as he relaxes in his chair, as is custom. If Baenlin is killed in any other manner, or if the manservant Gromm is killed, you will forfeit the bonus. Now go, and may Sithis be with you."

BRUMA

I walked in the city. People looked at me funny in my new black armor.

At least it's better than prison. I just hope the Nine can forgive me!

I walked down some steps, looking at my map. This is the place.

I looked at the back, for a cellar. There was one, I picked it, I walked in the cellar, finding a door. I peeked in, to see Gromm, half asleep. I sneaked past him. Crawling up the stairs, I saw Baelin, reading a book in his chair. I snuck in Gromm's room, felling the walls. I found the secret hole. I looked in the little crack, and loosened the floorboards. I heard Baelin's death scream, and left.

DARK BROTHERHOOD

I want up to Vicente, before I could even speak.

"So, the accident has been staged, and Baenlin lies dead. Well done! You have more than earned your reward and bonus."

"Do you have another contract?"

"I have a special contract that needs fulfillment. In truth. I don't wish to offer it to any other family member. I've come to rely on your abilities. We're usually called upon to take a life, but not this time. This contract requires us to stage the assassination of a marked man."

"Alright, continue!"

"You must go to the city of Chorrol and break into the house of Francious Motirre. Inside you will find Motierre waiting for you. Do not kill him! You see, Francois Motierre is a marked man. He owes a considerable sum to the wrong kind of people. So, they have sent an enforcer to kill him. This is an unusual contract, Motierre had to make a special arrangement with us before it was approved. I trust in your professionalism."

CHORROL

I entered the house to see a terrified Breton.

Oh! Well... um, hello. You must be the one Lucien Lachance told me about. I've been expecting you. We haven't got much time, I'm afraid. I borrowed quite a bit of gold from some underworld types. I... I missed a payment. Now they don't even want the money. They say I insulted them! They've sent an enforcer to kill me! His name Hides-His-Heart, and he's on his way here now! That's why I hired you! So you can fake my death! Well, when Hides-His-Heart gets here, I'll put on a little act. You'll cut me with your poison knife, and that vile enforcer will think I'm dead. You must then flee from Chorrol, and Hides-His-Heart must not be killed! That way he can go back and tell his employers I'm dead. If you wait a day my "body" will be put on display in the Chorrol Chapel Undercroft. You can come to me then and administer the antidote. Got all that? Good! Hides-His-Heart will be here any moment. Get ready! Oh, I do hope this works..."

All of a sudden somebody knocked on the door.

"Motierre! I know you're in there! My employers are most displeased. I'm coming in and you can beg for your life. Not that it will do any good! Ha ha!"

An Argonian came in.

"Motierre! I am here to exact payment, in blood! You will... eh? Who is this?"

"Oh no! What am I to do! An underworld enforcer and a Dark Brotherhood assassin, both here to kill poor Francois!" He acted horribly

"The Dark Brotherhood? Oh, you have been a naughty boy, Motierre, haven't you? Stand aside, assassin! Motierre is mine! My employers demand it!"

"What's this? Oh, Dark Brotherhood assassin, please don't cut me with that wicked blade! It looks like this is the end of poor Francois!"

"We'll see who gets to cut you, Motierre! Let me show you how a real killer operates, you Dark Brotherhood mongrel! Defend yourself!"

I shrugged, slicing Motierre with the blade. I was pushed down by the enforcer.

"Time to die!"

TO BE CONTINUED