Shelrayne Vanhari's Story

It was dawn, the sun was just rising up. Shelrayne Vanhari, a skillful mage and assassin when it suited for her, sat high in a tree near the town of Narsis in Morrowind looking at the clear blue sky. ”It's a new day” she said to herself and collecting her belongings, some food, two silver daggers and spell scrolls she had got from the guild, she jumped down. She was part of College of Whispering and was taking the spell scrolls and alchemy ingredients to her guild mate for his researches. He was Argonian called Teekrenaza something, Shelrayne didn't care about his name, and he lived in Mournhold. She would also stay there for some time and help in out. Not the greatest job in the world, she hated to work with others, and the pay wasn't good either, but Shelrayne was in the need of money. She was thinking if she would found out did Dark Brotherhood have any jobs. At least their pay was good.

She walked towards Narsis to get some breakfast at inn. The morning air was fresh, there was a small wind that made her hair wave. She saw some lesser creatures running further away, but let them be. She wasn't a hunter. Instead of killing them she enjoyed the quiet morning while thinking the rumors she had heard. Rumors about a necromancer in Morrowind. She had lived most of his life in there, travelling around Morrowind, occasionally visiting in Cyrodiil and even in Summerset Isles once, but hadn't seen anything that could be related to that. But all the rumors started from something. So where they had started?

And if there truly was a necromancer, what were they after? A word necromancer, gave Shelrayne chills. They usually didn't bring anything good with them. And if the rumor was true, what should she do? Despite the fact that she could never return her hometown Maar Gan, the land of Morrowind was her home. And she would defend it.

Shelrayne walked towards Narsis leisurelly, she wasn't in hurry. Even if her guild mate waited her, she didn't see point in rushing. Besides, he was Argonian, an outsider. Of course she could let him wait a bit.

She arrived to town after an hour and walked to the inn. She looked around her. It was quiet, not many customers around. It seemed good place to stay for a while. She would eat some breakfast and maybe even take a room. Sleeping high in the trees wasn't her favourite way to spend a night. And if she'd slept in ground, bandits could ambush her too easily.

”Hello, miss. How may I help you? we have a few rooms open if you need a place to stay. That would be five gold a night? My name is Yrdian.” the innkeeper said to her, just like to everyone else who arrived at the inn before and after her. Shelrayne took few coins from her pocket and gritted her teeth. She would be broke when arriving at Mournhold. ”A room for today and a beef stew” she answered simply. Why to waste words?

She took the meal Yrdian gave to her and sat in one of the tables that was free. At the table next to her sat black-haired man mumbling to himself. Shelrayne didn't listen his words but started to eat the stew instead. And why would she? He wasn't talking to her.

Salin sits there trying to find the answer. But it just wasn't coming to him, So he looked over the letter a little more. Then seen a crest of the Dark Brotherhood on the side of the later. "Damn it. The Dark Brotherhood can't seem to get it right. He said a little louder, then he thought. But still looking at the letter, he would place it in his pocket. But The letter would fall to the floor from his pocket.

Salin was getting a little frustrated at the fact he wasn't able to find his father. He huffed a little standing up from the table, and pushing the chair in. Once that was done, salin headed for the Inn keeper. "I would like to Buy a room for the night please." He would give her the 5 gold. Then takes the key from her with a smile.

Once the key was headed to him, he headed up the stairs to his room. Salin just placed the key into the hole, then hears the click, and the door opens. Salin then walks right into room closing the door behind him. He would be in there taking off his gear trying to relax because of him being so upset. As he thinks alittle to his self laying down on the bed next to the wall. "If this keeps up, i'm never going to find my father at all. I might just die. But i won't" He would say to his self

Shelrayne was finishing her meal. "Damn it. The Dark Brotherhood can't seem to get it right.” A man next to her said. She immediately focused on him, listening if he'd say anything else. However she had no luck to hear anything else from him. She wished she had, the guild would pay for any information that meant there's problems for them. However when he left, a letter dropped out of his pocket right next to the table she was sitting on. Making sure no one else had seen it she stretched her leg and pulled the letter closer to her, the took it up from the floor acting like she had dropped it herself. She read the words that had written on it.

She wondered who was the one they were tracking. It wasn't rare to have track and kill jobs, even though this job seemed to contain just the first part. She knew couple of names, she had been asked to keep her eyes and ears open. She wondered how much this man called Salin was paying for the information. She was in the desperate need of money and if that outsider would be as desperate to get information she could share...

Her thoughts very interrupted when a dark elf stepped inside the inn. He was injured and seemed to be a bit terrified. The innkeeper greeted him, but he didn't even paid attention to her. He was looking around the inn, walking then to Shelrayne. ”You. You're not outsider?” he asked. ”No.” she answered simply. ”Then, listen the story, I have.” he started telling her the events of Mournhold, quietly so no one else could hear him. Shelrayne listened quietly. When he has finished his story his voice was shaking. Shelrayne rose up and nodded to him. She then walked to upstairs thinking what she had just heard. The man seemed to talk the truth, but how something like that could happen. And there was always possibility he'd be paranoia.

Her room happened to be next to Salin's and she could hear his voice from the other side of the wall, even though she couldn't hear the exact words. She shrugged her shoulders and took her dagger in her hand. He had connections to the guild, she doubted he would denounce her. And if he would, she spinned the dagger, it would be over quickly. She walked to his door and opened the lock with Alteration spell. Even if it wasn't her strongest aspect, being part of the Brotherhood required that skill. She stepped inside his room, holding the letter in her left hand and the dagger in her right. ”It's a fun thing. Outsiders keep dropping interesting things.”

Salin looked towards the door sighing a little at the Dark Elf, Female coming in. "Ok? So you didn't knock on the door, but came in anyways. So since your here, what do you want?" Sa'lin looking at the Female, he'd sit up crossing his arms over his chest. Then noticing the letter in her hand. He'd notice the dagger in the opposite hand. Sa'lin just raised a brow sighing a little. "So about that letter, do you have information on my Father?" He asks her placing hand on his side. Then stares at the dagger then her once more.

You know you could have knocked, and you could have left the dagger in your Sheath. But since your here, I see you already know who I am just from that letter. If you want to help me kill my father.? He asked. Sa'lin just stood up looking at the female in the room, then walks over toward her placing a hand on the door. He just gently pushs it closed locking it right after. He then walked over toward a chair that was next to the bed. "Sit if you want, or stand. I don't care." He says, then sits on the bed waiting for the woman to speak her peace.