Dar'ja Kitarn's Story

Time: Morning
Town: Anvil
Country: Cyrodiil

Dar'ja stood on the shore watching the morning sun rise. She had already cleaned the blood off of her from when she had killed that thief. Though in order to spare his life, he gave her some interesting news. Pacing back and forth as she thought about this. She'd have to leave her birth country, and travel to Skyrim. There was fresh information there. Always something new in Skyrim.

"Miss Dar'ja... do you have to go? The Black Hand will miss you." One of the newer Silencers had came up behind her with her horse. Her ears flicked at the sound of his voice. Turning around Dar'ja gave him a smile, though it looked fiercer than it was. "Dar'ja will be fine. " She' paused and placed a hand hesitantly on the Silencer's shoulder. "Remember, the tennants youngling. Sithis will be proud." Another smile. "Hail Sithis!" She'd cry out her tail twitching freeley.

The Silencer's face went white when Dar'ja spoke. But at the Cry he joined in, comfortable with Dar'ja's touch and pressence. Removing her hand Dar'ja gave a bow, and jumped on the horse. "Now Dar'ja travels to Skyrim where she hopes to see her litter-mate." Clearing her throat she'd look at the Anvil Sanctuary one more time before bowing, "Innocence my brothers... life's greatest illusion." She'd purr softly before putting her hood on, masking her face. People would know Dar'ja was Dark Brotherhood, but its reputation was great, no one would dare try and harm her on the road.

She'd harm them right back. As she started to trot off, a new recruit ran in the way of the horse. Pulling back the reins the horse came to a stop, but not before stomping its foot. "What do you want?" She'd hiss eager to get off. The recruit handed her a pouch. "F-f-from the Khajiit...." She'd run off before Dar'ja could say anything.

Opening the pouch Dar'ja smiled and chuckled. "Ah, Skooma... a long time friend of mine... oh, Darmoste" Chuckling some more, she put the pouch in one of her saddlebags and continued her journey to Skyrim.

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

While Dar'ja would be traveling to Skyrim, she would run into an argonian taking his sweet old time. Blade walked slowly, often changing his focus from ground to sky. He was wondering if he might be able to pick up some rumors from the bar in Bruma before he got into a bar fight. That part was inevitable. Blade could always find something to fight about. Such was a part of his nature, which showed much better after a few glasses of ale or mead.

Time: Mid Day
Town: Orange Road
Country: Cyrodiil
Outfit: Modified Black Hand Outfit

Dar'ja saw the Argonian and she gave a loud hiss. Her horse [url=http://static.skyrim.nexusmods.com/mods/images/2315-1-1322801820.jpg] Nightmare[/i] whinnied at the presence of Blade. Dar'ja carefully placed one hand on her dagger, should she need to use it. Though anybody knew not to mess with the Brotherhood. Then again, not many knew who was in the brotherhood. That was always a good thing.

The hand on Nightmare's saddle glowed as her temper flared, and the tension was felt through Dar'ja. People always recognized the hand. Who would be fool enough to mess with a member of the Black Hand? Though Dar'ja needed information on these rumors. Surely the Argonian had information. What would be the price of it?

Halting Nightmare, she'd look down on Blade, her eyes narrowed, her hand on her dagger inside her robes. "You, Lizard, what do you know of the Daedric Prince Molag Bal?" She'd ask calmy though with no kindness in her voice. (She had a reputation to uphold as being one of the fearsome assassin's of Tamriel right?)

As she waited for his response, Dar'ja thought of the many ways she could kill him if he posed a threat to her. Though she was surely not going to have to go through such harsh means, then again, her mind was that of a well trained assassin, kill without mercy. Nightmare gave a neigh, letting out little smoke through her nostrils. Even she didn't like being around Argonians. Then again, it could be Dar'ja's attitude rubbing off on her.

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

At the word 'lizard,' Blade began hissing loudly. His right hand shot to his blade, his left preparing a fireball. He hated being called lizard, no matter how you said it. You could spit argonian out at him, and he would be fine. However, you could say lizard in the most affectionate way, but should expect at least his blade against your throat.

At the mention of Molag Bal, his grip on his blade loosened, but his hand still rested on it. The fireball never changed. "Rethink your choice of words, and you may get the answers you seek. However, they are hidden simply by the words you chose to use." Blade said, wondering in the Khajiit would even understand his riddle. They were a smart race, and slipperier than an argonian bathed in fish oil.

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

Dar'ja would draw her dagger as she saw the fireball. She was no kitten, not anymore. Though her dagger glistened in the sun, she pondered his words. Getting off of her horse she'd chuckle slightly. Nightmare simply went to graze nearby. The hand still glittering.

"I do not know your name Argonian, but should you wish to exchange plesantries, fine. Until then I only know of the word lizard and of your race." She decided to speak in first person, a suprise much to herself. Maybe she was spending too much time with the Mar. Waving this thought off she continued. "I have heard rumors of the Daedric Prince coming back...though, I throw caution to the wind...." She'd pause and lower her hood, her green eyes glowing. "But be careful how you address Dar'ja, for she is..." She'd stop and point the the black hand symbol on her chest.

Hopefully he got the referance. "I will not harm you... should you not harm me. All I ask is for what you know on these whispers in the night." She'd smile, trying to show she was friendly, though not too friendly. Afterall, she knew some Argonains, shadowscales they were... members of the Brotherhood.

"I have to know, dear..." She'd pause thinking of the word one of the fellow members used to speak of their race. "Saxhleel... are you born under the Shadow? Do you serve Sithis?" Dar'ja remembered the tennants, the ones that she knew she invoked in Cyrodiil. She wanted the Brotherhood to follow them. Should this Argonain be a part of it, she could not harm him. No matter how much she wanted to, she was bound by Sithis, and the Tennants. Every Brotherhood member would follow these laws, for fear of the wrath of Sithis.

Sheathing her dagger, she showed a sign of good faith, but she wasn't entirely unarmed, she had her claws. "Now, what whispers of the Daedric Prince have you heard Argonian?" She'd ask once more, her face exposed to him, the truth of her occupation clear as daylight.

What would this Argonain do? Would he give her the answers she seeked, or would he fight her...or just give her more riddles.

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

Again Blade hissed at the word lizard, tightening his grip on his sword, both of which stopped after a few seconds. He listened closely afterwords. It was something about no harm and rumors about a Daedric Prince. She then said "Saxhleel" which gave a distinct response, and an almost instant surge of respect from the argonian standing before her. Where before he was looking into the sky, now he had spun around on his heels to look her in the face, and both of his hands went to his sides, no threat from them.

"I was born under the stars of the mage, and cursed with a curiosity that you have just spiked. You use the name of my people which few have the respect to even utter, but more importantly, you have learned the word that you use instead of the common one. I know not of this Deadric Prince coming back, but I would much like to learn more. And call me Blade, Dar'ja." Blade said to Dar'ja in a now peaceful voice.

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

Dar'ja now relaxed seeing how he wasn't going to harm her. A slight chuckle came from her thoat as she heard of his curosity. "Ah the curiosity that makes you wonder if these whispers are true, or are they just that, Whispers." She looked down the road then back to him. "I am heading off to the Land of Skyrim, the Guild in Riften is truley where I'm heading." She'd stop and cock her head to one side. "Theieves and Assassians carry rumors swifter than a bartender." She'd chuckle and call Nightmare over to her.

"You're welcome to come along... Dar'ja offers the protection of the Brotherhood as long as you travel with her." She'd pull up her hood, as she looked down at him. "But soon I will need to stop for a good mead, and some meat..." A quick pause, "At least I get them either free or a discount." She'd give another throaty laugh.

She was more calm and relxaed now that there was little tension in the air, and more of dignity between two races. "What say you Blade? Would Skyrim be your cup of tea, or would you rather wander the roads of Cyrodiil?" Her green eyes glistened as she spoke to him, she showed much honor and respect to the Argonain.

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

"I need not protection, as you can imagine, I can handle myself. However, I would be absolutely lost in Skyrim, so I will accept your invitation." Blade said to Dar'ja. He spoke the truth, as Skyrim was the one countrie, on the main landmass, that Blade had not visited in his bar-fighting adventures. And besides, Dar'ja would likely make a much better companion than a Nord any day.

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

Dar'ja smirked and nodded her head. "Well then, feel welcome." Her ears flicked left and right as she, jumped up on Nightmare. Adjusting herself so her tail would be comfortably hanging over the horse she'd look at Blade once more. "Do you know where we could stop and rest a bit?" She'd ask him as her stomach growled. That was one thing she disliked, the Brotherhood had been getting less and less food suplies. That concerned her, but she could not stop it. Though she figured someone in the Sanctuary, had invoked the Wrath of Sithis.

Bringing her thoughts to the present she'd eye the Argonian once more. "I know great Shadowscales within the Brotherhood... noble Argonians they are." She'd state before looking straight ahead. Though her ears were alert as well as her other senses. (An Assassin can never be too careful now can they?)

Her ears caught the sound of a branch breaking, and she'd turn on her horse, and look in the direction, her dagger already drawn. There was a young boy, pale, his eyes full of fear. Dar'ja lowered her blade just a bit, not too much. (She's had young kids try and kill her before.) The boy shook and shivered.

Dar'ja's ears would flatten against her head as she leapt gracefully off her horse. "What is it boy? Here to kill a cat?" She'd snarl, crouching down, getting her blade ready to strike should she need to. He shook his head no, and carefully held out a note. "I-I-I was s-s-s-sent by the...." He'd look around as if afraid to say anything, then deeming it safe, "Brotherhood..." He'd tremble and shiver as if the word itself was cursed. Dar'ja straightened back up and sheathed her dagger, taking the note from the boy. She'd open it up and read it, carefully, fully aware of the Boy still standing there, as well as Blade.


Dar'ja,

I am to inform you of a contract you are supposed to do. This could not wait until you arrived to Skyrim. Should you already be in Skyrim, You must turn back, and come back to Cyrodiil. The Black Sacrament has been invoked by a very powerful man, The Captian of the Guard in Bruma, we do not wish nor desire to send one of our younger recruits, as does the Night Mother not wish this.

Dar'ja, she requested you, as what the Listener says to us. Though be cautious, this may be a trap, to find members of the Black Hand. My Silencer has been murdered, as has yours and one other. I fear someone is hunting the Brotherhood...have we invoked Sithis' wrath? Night Mother would say right? Could the Listener be lying to us? Is the Listener a Traitor?

I know you are on the roads to learning more about the Daedric Prince, but Dar'ja, The Brotherhood needs you. Keep your wits about you, I do not want to hear of our dear Sister being murdered and lead into a trap.

Good Luck Dar'ja,
May Sithis be with you!



Folding the paper on it for a moment she pondered what he meant. The Listener...a traitor? Shaking her head she'd look over at Blade. "Do you believe in Sithis?" She'd ask before turning to the boy. "Boy! Whoever sent you this letter, you tell them this. 'I do as Night Mother wishes, but I will prey to Sithis, and Summon Lachance, see what he says about this.' Now Go!" She'd hiss shooing him off.

Hoping back on Nightmare, she'd look down at Blade once more. "We must detour to Bruma... I hope you do not mind...There, you'll get a reward, but first... I must summon Lachance.... he would know what Dread Father wishes."

She'd wait a moment more to see if Blade would rather ride with her and Nightmare, or run alongside them.

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

"You give them far more credit than..." Blade said before he was interrupted by the boy. He stood still, with maybe a bit of leg moving, while the boy near wet his pants. Dar'ja then read the letter that the boy delivered.

"My time in Black Marsh was cut short by an attack on my tribe. I know the name, but not what is behind it." Blade stated before the boy was shooed off by Dar'ja.

"Just avoid any guard patrols. I had a nasty fight there last night, and I think some of the swollen eyed guards will not be happy with my presence. There was two odd things about it, though. First, the fight didn't start at a bar. Second, they ended up knocking me out, and throwing me not to far from here." Blade explained as he got on Nightmare.

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.

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

"Three will not fit on the horse. If you will need me, tell me now so I know to run. If not, I will be staying in the trees to the left of the northern gate." Blade said.

One who knew the signs on Blades body could use them to tell that he was indeed ready to run. He could easily keep up with Nightmare for the extent of the run to Bruma, but it would be a tiring one. Of course, if he was used as a distraction, he could just keep running. This surprisingly helped him go for longer periods of time.

Dar'ja pondered his words for a moment or two then nodded. "Accompany me to Bruma, if you do not mind Blade." She'd stop and look over at Lachance, for just a moment. "There, I will speak with the Leiutenant, when the act is done, I'll need you to distract the guards..." She'd say once more, Lachance seemed to smile. "Ah, you go in blazing swords, not being assassin like at all. I like that... but, let us go for the stealthier methods." He'd ponder a bit more, as Dar'ja seemed to consider his words.

Looking back at Blade, she'd sigh, "Meet me at the edge of the city, there is a farm house west of the City, called Appleridge." She was cut off by Lucian's cold voice, "My bones lay there, unmarked, unburried. Appleridge, where I met my cold hard unfair death, but I do the Dread Father's will, and if it wern't for my Brother's and Sisters, I would have never been able to serve like I have."

Dar'ja gave him a quick glance before clearing her thoat. "Do not disturb Lachance's bones... but know I will be there by nightfall. Should you not be there when I arrive, I will know you do not wish to follow an assassin." (A wise choice). So Dar'ja thought, for you never know when an Assassin would turn on you, like one had now, in her Sanctuary.

Getting on Nightmare, she bowed her head once more at Blade. "I do hope to see you at Appleridge, there we will make a plan, but first, I must speak to the Leiutenant."

She'd hesitate a moment longer as Lachance seemed to dissapear, his voice, echoing, "Let us shed blood in the Name of Sithis."

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

Blade nodded his head before saying, "I will be there." Once he took a moment and remembered his way, going through the forest near the road. It took him about an hour.

Time: Nightfall
Town: Appleridge
Country: Cyrodiil

Blade sat in wait, just outside the front gate. He lay sleeping in a bush that had grown, but if one were to near the house, he would not be that well hidden. It did seem to work at keeping the guards and the Legion from finding him. And so he waited for Dar'ja.

Time: Nightfall
Town: Bruma
Country: Cyrodiil

Dar'ja entered the city with her hood over her head. She looked around the town, few people were still awake, some stumbling out of the tavern. Mostly the guards were patrolling the streets. Approaching the guards she'd whisper. "I look to speak with the Leuitenant." One of the guards glanced at her. "Check the Tavern, he's usually getting drunk, I'm assuming your his new slave, kitten." He'd say with venom in his voice. Dar'ja held back her tongue, as Lucian came forward. "Actually, she is here with me, I must speak with the Leuitenant."

The guard shrugged and pointed to the tavern before walking off saying something about Kahjiit. Dar'ja looked up and hissed. "I will slit his throat tonight." Lucian put a hand on her shoulder. "A poisoned apple will do wonders." With that they started walking to the tavern. When they entered, Dar'ja immediatly spotted the Leuitenant. He seemed sober enough, though his eyes were red, as he stared into the fire.

Walking forward, Dar'ja placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning down she whispered, "The Night Mother has heard your pleas, come with me." The man looked at her his face pale and he nodded. Dar'ja led him to an empty room. "Now how can I assist thee?" She'd ask as Lucian closed the door. The man cleared his throat.

"I want the Captian dead, he killed my wife and child.... they were vampyres." He sniffed and looked at both of the Black Hand members. "I will not arrest you, after you commit the deed, but I cannot guarantee you will be safe." He pulled out a money pouch. "I figured 7000 Septims would be satisfying."

Dar'ja took the purse and nodded, "I will commit this crime....in the name of Sithis."

Time: Nightfall
Town: Appleridge
Country: Cyrodiil

Blade began to get curious, after standing around for a couple of minutes after waking up. He wondered when Dar'ja would show, and began to look for the bones. Opening the door, one could not get into the building without passing through the bones first. Not a problem for Blade, as the bones would be easy for him to leap over. Guards, however, would not likely be able to. This meant that Blade now had a trap, it the bones were as dangerous as he had previously gathered.

Time: Nightfall
Town: Bruma to Appleridge
Country: Cyrodiil

After bidding the Leuitenant a good evening, she stopped outside of the tavern, obviously exhausted. "I must commit a crime, though... I owe Blade, should he be at Appleridge." She'd stop speaking as a patrol passed by. She'd look at Lucian, obviously with great respect. He bowed his head. "What do you wish Sister?" He asked as his skin seemed to glisten, as the spectral part of him seemed to be visible. Maybe to those with a trained eye would be able to see.

"Let us go to Appleridge, make a plan..." She'd stop as Lucian seemed to pull out an apple. A wide grin across his face as he looked up at her once more. "I once said, I delt in Poisoned Apples... they work wonders." He chuckled darkly, as the apple was put back in his robes. He seemed to tense, an expression crossing his face. "Someone has passed over my grave...yes, let us go to Appleridge, make sure that fool has not disturbed them... only a Dark Brother, or Dark Sister would be able to touch my bones without the instant death." He'd make his way to the gates of Bruma, not waiting for Dar'ja to respond.

Dar'ja silently followed, hoping that Blade, hadn't touched Lucian's bones. After leaving Bruma, Dar'ja and Lucian made their way to the small farm, where, Lucian stopped, a look of sadness crossing his face. "Ah, where the untimely demise of me happened." He'd look over at Dar'ja, "But our Dread Father needed me to carry his bidding for eternity, so if it were not for them, the brothers and sisters of the Black Hand, I would not be serving Sithis as I do now." He'd give a firm nod as Dar'ja opened the door, one hand on her blade, as her eyes caught Lucian's remains.

With great respect she, walked over them, hearing Lucian give another shiver. "I wish to be buried in Fort Farrengut....when this is over..." Though Lucian would not step inside, not even over his own bones. Dar'ja sighed and looked around, curious as to where Blade was. They had planning to do, and not much time, Dar'ja wanted this job to be done before morning, so Lucian could rest, and she could be off once more.

Time: Nightfall
Town: Appleridge
Country: Cyrodiil

Across the bones lay Blade sleeping. One who knew of the power of the bones would know that this was a guard trap. Blade could sleep in peace knowing that any who would attempt to harm him would be at least harmed by the bones. If they were not that powerful, as Blade had no way to test if they were or weren't, they would at least wake him.

As Dar'ja walked into the building, the eyes of Blade shot open. His hand was halfway through drawing his blade before he had realized who had woken him. Slowly getting up, Blade pushed his sword back into its sheath.

"Smart little trap for the guards, eh?" Blade said to Dar'ja with a smirk.

Time: Nightfall
City: Appleridge
Country: Cyrodiil

Blade thought for a bit. How could he lure the guards without luring the captain? Bar fight, first in his mind for a reason, assault, murder, thievery, arson. Yes arson. The first wooden building he could see set ablaze. He now had a plan.

"I have an idea that would allow you to poison the captain. I will go into the city and burn the first wooden building that I see. If the guards don't notice, I will hide my weapons and run around screaming about a burning building. This will allow you to go in and replace an apple from the captain's meal with the poison one. The only problem is that we would have to wait for him to have apples on a plate." Blade said. He rather liked the plan, as it would satisfy his want to destroy something in Bruma, Lucian's want to use poison apples, and the contract that Dar'ja accepted. To Blade, it seemed like a perfect idea.

Time: Nightfall
Town: Appleridge
Country: Cyrodiil

Dar'ja thought about it for a moment then nodded. "I can disguise myself as a Kahjiit concubine...since everyone thinks I was one anyway, and I can bring him his food." She'd chuckle, "You would do well as a Silencer." Though she'd shrug and look to Lucien, "Is this method pleasing Sithis?" Lucian who was surveying the room landed his grey eyes on Blade and Dar'ja.

A wickid smile crosses his face as he pulls a poisoned apple from his Brotherhood gear. "The Dread Father is pleased Sister." He'd stop and stare specificly at Blade. "Seems the Dread Father has a plan for you as well Argonian." With those words he handed the Apple to Dar'ja and dissapated, though he wasn't gone, for Dar'ja could hear him speaking of his death.

Shaking her head she looked at Blade once more. "I am eager to get to Skyrim... let us get this contract over with." With those words she'd start looking in a chest for a concubine outfit. Finally pulling out the garment she'd sneer. How the femal Mar degraded themself. Shaking her head she'd look at Blade, "I'll be back, try and peek... and I'll slit your throat."

She snarled as she went to the next room and shed her brotherhood armor. Getting in the outfit she growled. She let her hair loose from its ponytail, it draped in waves around her shoulders. Walking out of the room, she didn't say anything to Blade, but rummaged around the chests once more before finding a white cloak.

Fastening it around her she looked at Blade, her green eyes daring him to say something. "Let us get this over with." She walked outside, missing Lucian's bones within an inch. Putting her bag on Nightmare she'd give a wavering smile. "How do I look Nightmare?" She'd ask not really expecting an answer.

She heard Lucian's voice behind her. "A beautiful assassin Sister." His hand went on her shoulder as he reappeared. "The Brotherhood is lucky to have such a dedicated sister.... A sister who loves the Dread Father and the Night Mother. The Brotherhood is blessed to have you Dar'ja....I know not of any assassin who would do this for Sithis himself."

Dar'ja gave a pleased purr before jumping on Nightmare. She'd look at Blade. "Let us be off."