"I dun't s'pose you're here for a chat, ar' ya?" sighed Mhezsura, staring blankly up at the ceiling. No reply from the stranger, only a solemn flourish of its gloved hands. She turned her head, the gentle bristling of her hair soft in her ears- only to be met with an Imperial face. Creased slightly with age around the mouth, but he had long hair. Black or brown, she thought. "So?" she asked, with an irksome quirk of her right eyebrow.
"My name is Lucien Lachance, my sister'-sis'er?-' unfortunately, Speaker Uvani couldn't make it." he spoke, with an eloquent calmness in his voice. He's a charmer- mus' be how he gits his kicks. "Seeing as you have committed the act, you are now officially part of the Dark Brotherhood. You are now bound by the Five Tenets, which if broken- well, you get the picture."
"Lemme guess... I'll ge' i', righ'?" Mhezsura asked, with a tinge of boredom rendering her voice flat.
"A nice, gory 'getting'." Lucien replied, his voice hard. "Which is a speciality of mine - now, back to the matter at hand'- his spekiali'y? Int-eresting-' seeing as you are new; I want you to meet the rest of your new family. Here."
He pulled a small slip of parchment from a pocket, and flicked it over to her- the parchment was old, but written on it were clear directions. Also: 'Sanguine, my Brother' was written in a posh scrawl, along the cracked bottom of the page. 'Just south of Skingrad, in a forest clearing, near the border'... I'm gonna get los'. Kaoc! She looked up, only to find him gone. Only a cold, empty space lit slightly with moonshine.
Figures, huh?
Bloody hells, where was i' again? Where's south? Mara's ass!
Mhezsura jogged down the dirt path, the midday sun beating down onto her cheeks. She still wore her ragged outfit, but she had managed to clean it at midday, in a small dyke. Trees shot up around her, the leaves casting shadows onto her- a small bead of sweat slipped down between her eyes. It was a warm day, and yet as she jogged along... she began to feel colder and colder. The hairs on the back of her neck raised, as she heard a loud snap. She stopped and turned. Nothing.
Mightn't it be somet'ing in the bushes?
Snap- another twig broken.
Rustle- something moved.
Something black shifted from tree to tree effortlessly. Like a long, curling wraith with its cloak whistling through the still air. Nuh! T'ey is trying to scare me off the buggers. What was that password? Hm...
"Sangu'ne, my Bro'her" Mhezsura said. The forest became still again, only the churning of the leaves above in her ears. She turned forwards, to be met by a whole clan of people. Different shapes and sizes and colours melded into one- T'e Dark Bro'herhood.
A small wood-elf stepped forward, his crooked hands resting on his hips. He sighed dramatically at her- tsk! Like the wood-el' can talk- his apple-green eyes flickering up and down her small frame.
"I see." he said, his voice gravelly. Looking at me like that- who's he think he is? Urgh!
A wood el' without a w'ittle squeeky voice tho'...
"Lachance, do your thing." Ungolim ordered, walking silently back into the shadowy-black mass.
Lucien stepped forwards, the chink of a silver blade at his side- xhuth! Wha's he doing? Her fingers wrapped in a cold sweat struggled to move. They began to clench. Lachance smiled thickly. Then he disappeared, on the spot.