Snippet #2392567

Time: Mid-Day
Town: Orange Road to Bruma
Country: Cyrodiil

Dar'ja chuckled as Nightmare pranced on, seeming not bothered by Blade being on her as well. "Ah, what you do in fights, I do in death." She'd say as she thought of her letter once more. Seeing a patrol nearby, Dar'ja urged Nightmare into the woods. Far deep into them, where no peeping eyes would be able to see.

Nightmare slowed nearby a stream, where Dar'ja hopped off, and in a simple statement, "Sithis is the Dread Father." With that she went to the pond, and murmured a few words, using her magicka, she summoned the ghost of Lucian Lachance, an honored Assassin, and Black Hand Speaker, who was wrongfully murdered.

"Yes, Dark Sister, how May I assist thee?" He'd ask his form glowing. Dar'ja gave a polite bow, before speaking, "Lucian, Dark Brother, Does Sithis invoke his wrath on the Sanctuary once more? Is our Listener breaking the Tennants? Is she leading me into my death?" Dar'ja droped to one knee as she listened to Lucian's next words.

"Our Dread Father, does indeed invoke his wrath, for one has betrayed the Night Mother, his bride. Your Sanctuary needs a good cleansing, Sister. Your Listener, did indeed break the Tennant, she has given you the wrong person, the Captian hasn't done the Sacrament, the Liutenant did." Dar'ja looked up at him with great respect and honor. "Will you accopany me Lachance?" She asked, hoping the Esteral form did indeed come with her.

Lucian's ghost seemed to waver, then he whispered, "As our Dread Father wishes." With that his Ethereal Form shredded, showing Lucian in his black hand garments.

"Now Dark Sister, let us go fufill Night Mother's wishes, and cleanse your Sanctuary...where is your Silencer? Dead eh? Let us get you a new one."

Dar'ja stood back up and bowed, giving a silent prayer of thanks to Sithis, and the Night Mother. Turning around she looked at Blade,

"A well respected man he once was, Lucian Lachance, wrongfully murdered by his fellow members of the Black Hand. He will accompany us to Bruma, where I must do as Night Mother Commands...will you be ok with this."

Behind her, Lucian walked up to Nightmare, and petted her mane. "Daughter of Shadowmere, a well respected horse he once was, and old friend of mine..." He murmured slightly.