The Fall of Lord Kelvyn
By Commentaholic
A/N: I'd just like to thank Arty for hauling me out of my pit of depression. I now realize, as I should have from the beginning that fanfiction is about the readers, not about getting credit for it. And while getting reviews is nice, it's just nice doing something constructive and creative with my free time.
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This one might be a bit shorter than last time, I intend for it to be a mere revealer about two soon-to-be-major characters
I don't own Oblivion, Bethesda does.
I thank my dad for Velvet's name, Arty Thrip for Helen and the two Argonians, anyone that wasn't created by Bethesda is mine. In closing, I'd like to thank Leonette for inspiring me to write.
Thank you, and sorry for the long A/N
-Commentaholic
Chapter 4: Starlight and Shadow
Present Day, 5 minutes after Lucien's Departure
As Velvet stormed back into her tent, her eyes quickly glanced over to the silent Argonians. They still stood shrouded by the shadows in the corner, their eyes twin pairs of gleaming pinpricks in the darkness.
Velvet sat down behind her map table, secretly feeling for the enchanted dagger hidden underneath. It was always best to be prepared when dealing with newcomers to her camp. This habit was even more important when dealing with the Dark Brotherhood.
"Well, why don't two have a seat. I need to get acquainted with you and your skills. I particularly need to know what you can do for me and my horde," said Velvet.
The Argonians slowly approached with a calm, steady grace that Velvet already knew came with the job of an assassin.
At first, their appearances startled Velvet, not that she'd let it show.
The male was a striking specimen of his kind. He had dark green scales and a dark red dorsal fin that curled back to the nape of his neck. But the feature that really caught her attention was the color of his eyes:
They were jet black, a disturbing difference from the traditional Argonian eye color of amber.
The female had scales of a deep ocean blue, and had spikes jutting out from around the rim of her scalp. Her stunning feature, while a little less unnerving, was spectacular nonetheless: Her eyes were a brilliant, shining shade of blue, almost bright enough to make one think that it inhibited her stealth.
The Argonians sat on the proffered chairs across from Velvet. The male spoke in a thick Black Marsh accent:
"Perhapsss I should introduce my sissster and I. We are known as Ssshadow and Sssstarlight," he said, indicating himself then his sibling, both of them bowing, "It isss an honor to finally meet the legendary Velvet. You are ssstill sssomewhat of a myth among the murderersss. Ssstoriesss are ssstill told of how you essscaped Lucien'ss grasssp, and eluded the entirety of the Black Hand'sss fabled Predator Legion to boot."
Good to know I left quite the impression, Velvet thought smugly.
"The stories are correct," Velvet said, her face grim, "Although to this day, I'm still curious as to why they wanted me dead so badly."
"Indeed," said Starlight, her voice smoother compared to Shadow's, almost possessing an unusual musical lilt to it, "but let's leave the gossipping for another time, Shadow."
"Apologiesss, Sissster," intoned Shadow, almost as if he was used to her getting him back on task.
"As you asked of Lucien, he brought us, his most skilled Nightblades," said Starlight, "our areas of expertise are infiltration by way of climbing, poisons, archery, and a little knowledge in the way of diversions."
It was obvious that Starlight was the more mature of the two. Velvet guessed that she was the elder sibling, despite being a full two inches shorter than Shadow. It also helped that she didn't have the thick accent her brother had.
Starlight seemed like the one to see about planning the mission due to her intelligence being seemingly higher than Shadow's. But, because of years of experience, Velvet knew better than to trust a first impression.
One did not become one of Lucien's chosen by mere strength. Velvet herself had proved that when she'd ascended to the position of Lucien's favorite within a year of joining the Brotherhood.
Apprehensive of these unknown factors, she beckoned them closer to the diagram.
She gestured at the table, indicating the topography and architecture that she'd been studying before Lucien's arrival.
"This is Battlehorn Castle and its surrounding areas."
"I've heard of thisss place, it'ssss suppossssed to be imposssible to even get in," Shadow said, stating the obvious, "Why are you showing usss thisss?"
Maybe his sister had something to do with him getting this far after all. That, or it was all an act, either way, Velvet decided to keep a close eye on him.
"I thought it'd be quite clear," said Velvet.
She paused for effect.
"I, like you, have heard of it's supposed invincibility," said Velvet, "that's why I'm going to prove the legend wrong.
"That's why you're here, we're going to make history."
Velvet smiled slowly.
"We march on Battlehorn at dawn."
Starlight, obviously expecting this, nodded.
But the sight of Shadow's gaping mouth was priceless.
A/N: I tried for an exciting end of chapter, do you think I pulled it off as suspenseful? I am writing this on my iTouch at midnight because I can't sleep. I just couldn't wait till morning or I'd lose the Muse.
Again, I'm sorry if the length doesn't please you, this was originally meant to be only an introduction for Shadow and Starlight. I think i captured them kinda well considering all I had to work with was a name, race, faction, and gender. What do you think, Arty?
Again (I really have to stop using "again", but I find that I repeat certain "thank you's"), thanks for the characters and encouragement, Arty, I'm really having fun with them. And I'm happily confident with a chapter for the first time in weeks. Expect some of the other characters you created to show up in the upcoming chapter, if I can fit them into the mobilization.
I hope I can keep up my submissions once school starts on the 24th of August. All you readers who like this story, I hope that you're hoping that I can! Send in that joy after you read!
-Commentaholic