Woah... I didn't update for two months... Really sorry on that, I'm kind of focused on my other story and I haven't really played Oblivion in long, so, if anything is wrong, don't hesitate to drop a PM and help me correct!

Also, cheers for my first ever review! =)

Enjoy the 3rd!


It was the Guardian Door. It stood like a night hawk, and just as its title, it guards the entrance to the Brotherhood, disallowing entry to any who are not aware of our access system. But to hear a thump on the door, it doesn't sound right; all members know to gently place your hand on the seal, not to timidly thump it. Who are they? How'd they know we are here? What everyone thought, nerve-racking, it could be a guard, or Lucien Lachance, or just possibly a new brother; they did not know.

It was silence at the sanctuary, all were focused on the Guardian Door, never this frightened before, for more than three decades have they've been in secrecy, and tonight might end that streak, if it were someone else than expected at the door. While overhearing a conversation they prepared themselves noiselessly, in case of an invasion, they were ready for anything. Of course, my people are trained in the cruelest and harshest matter possible without any complaints; they've dedicated their life to me before their births!

"Where are we Ulrich?"

"Shut up fool! You'll get us spotted!"

"Ulene, what do you know of this door?"

...

"What is the color of Night...?" Spoke the Guardian Door, demanding an answer with its fierce, rugged voice from below on the Overside. It spoke more frightening than a ghost. Most 'invaders' usually cower at the sight of The Door or fail to maintain their sanity the moment the Door seeks worthy entrees. This group, however, is unique, as far as my centuries of living, only a guard would contain the courage to stand the dark-enhanced tone or the blood-tainted corridor leading to the Hell-engulfed red glow surrounding the edges of The Door. Even so, it's impossible to disregard the reenactment of Hell creeping up upon you as a matter worth nothing. The group was a pack of three; an amateur Cheydinhal guard proudly displaying the emblem of House Hlaalu, Ulrich Leland, the famed guard captain who sets absurd taxes stating you'd have to pay 20 gold if you were drunk at Willow Banks and other simply ridiculous taxes, and Ulene Hlervu, the castle mage and cleric. An odd bunch, but nothing my assassins can't take down easily. However, what really bites my eternal mind is that WHY in all places would they be HERE? We've threatened and bribed Count Andel to shut his mouth on our existence, did he finally break and resist? Maybe there are some things that even an eternal spirit can never reveal about.

"Here goes, Ulene, you know the words, right?" A bewildered Ranolin requested, unsure on his whereabouts, he gripped his Silver Sword; the standard uniform weapon for town guards and prepared for entry.

"Sanquine my Brother." What's this...? They knew? That's treason...! Ulrich stood malapertly and Ulene was impudent with a sense of supremacy rushing through her. The fools! They don't know what or who they're dealing with, the instant The Door grants them access, the next they'll be annihilated from pure existence! This makes absolutely no sense, in order to know the key-words you must be strictly associated with us, anyone else wouldn't have a clue, and either two possibilities come before me. In my 631 years of eternal reign of the Brotherhood, only one calamity of this nature occurred; in Morrowind. If it's the same situation here, then that won't be a problem, they'll be dead before they have a chance to look at the faces of death!

Ocheeva, Teinaava, and the others stood alert, weapons drawn out, bows armed, and magic ready, prepare to surrender to the Night Mother, foolish fools!

"The Dark Brotherhood will face punishment!"


Duke Horacio stood near Dark-Heart, on the second floor, examining him thoroughly, every aspect of him was observed carefully. As the unconscious Argonian lay on the stone, firm bricks, Sir Palomedes was instructed to guard him; he was just a bit south from Dark-Heart, standing stiff as a soaring statue, as with all the other loyal Knights of the Round Table. Seeing as this was very unusual, and rather sudden, they took the opportunity to learn more about my Silencer.

"Very intriguing," Horacio mentioned with a tone of zealousness.

"It appears to be to some extent of a black dragon." He continued, unknowingly misconnected my ARGONIAN Silencer for a dragon. You must be oblivious if you cannot differentiate the gills of Dark-Heart to the lungs of a dragon of your realm. Another logical fact that even the royal family of Lumbridge cannot distinguish an Argonian to the dragons he previously fought on his adventures.

"If the rumours are correct, and the Dragon-kin are alive, this one might be related or even a direct descendant." He resumed his absurd speculation. Sigh... I have a task for Dark-Heart, and I cannot allow any obstacles to jump in his way. I'll warp to Gielinor if the possibility resorts to it!

"I will consult with Reldo and discover more about this subject. I will return with a messenger if anything pops." They exchanged farewells and the exquisite-dressed duke exited the Castle.

After Duke Horacio departed with his steel-armored protective bodyguard to return to Castle Lum in Lumbridge, King Arthur sent word to the Seer's Council situated in the Seer's Village. He requested from his note the following...

To Council of Seers,

Thou probably acknowledged thy rumours of the black dragon / human individual. However, partially of the rumours are inaccurate. There are no traces of a direct assault. The being was thoroughly searched and was equipped with dark black leather surrounding most of its body, it most likely wielded the two black and golden daggers; one of them are missing. Though of the creature's unconsciousness, we will not let our guard down, we have overcome many strange events, and this shan't be the last. We leave the task for you to decide if the appearance of such individual is an attack or not, if you wish of any other measures toward the being, do not hesitate to contact me. We will guard the being with utmost efficiency.

May your path reveal to thee,

King Arthur

The Council of Seers reside two stories above the bank of Seer's Village, as King Arthur realized the short walking distance, he sent an off-duty knight to deliver the message. He thought that the Council of Seers would arrange for a trial to be held in the courtroom, although that would be injudicious as Dark-Heart would attack and flee, pertaining to my task, which is most relevant at the time than a prejudice-influenced court of law. As of current standings I shall ready a raid however I'd befallen unwise deaths to my loyal invaders. It takes more than just a diminutive sum of the beloved Night Mother's energy to transport my followers to any other realm.

My turn is up. Now... Let time unfold itself... And play its cards.