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Lucien Lachance

"I live....again."

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a character in “Elder Scrolls Infinity”, as played by Nami L'Chi

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    *Race : Imperial
    *Gender: Male
    *Level : 30
    *Class : Assassin
    *Faction: Black Hand
    *Rank: Speaker

"You sleep rather soundly for a murderer.. That's good; you'll need a clear conscience for what I'm about to propose."
―Lucien Lachance

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Despite being a devoted child of Sithis, Lucien was not above taking freelance contracts. At some point, the Thieves Guild employed Lucien to rob a museum in Solstheim. Along with guild member Jacques and fellow Dark Brotherhood member Antoinetta Marie, they planned to carry out the robbery and then meet at an inn in Cyrodiil. It is unknown if the heist was successful, but both Lucien and Antoinetta returned to Cyrodiil to continue working for the Dark Brotherhood.

Recruitment :

Lachance eventually became a Speaker for the illegal, underground society known as the Dark Brotherhood, an assassin's guild. The Hero can gain entrance into the Dark Brotherhood by committing a murder and sleeping in any isolated room or location that the Dark Brotherhood 'deems secure'. When they awaken, they will be confronted by Lucien Lachance who offers them the honor of becoming a member of the Dark Brotherhood after completing a test which involves murdering another character named Rufio, who resides at the coincidentally named "Inn of Ill Omen," north of the town of Bravil.

Lachance dwells at Fort Farragut, an abandoned ruin of a fort located northeast of Cheydinhal.

Death:

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After learning of the deaths of various Black Hand members, Lachance deduced correctly that Ungolim, the Listener of the Black Hand, was the next target, and set out to stop his renegade Silencer from destroying the Dark Brotherhood completely. Lachance arrived in Bravil too late. Ungolim lay dead at the foot of the Lucky Old Lady. Lachance angrily confronted his Silencer, and demanded to know why they had betrayed him and the Brotherhood. After seeing the confusion in the Silencer's eyes however, Lucien realized he was mistaken. The Silencer had been tricked into serving the real traitor, who had not died in the Purification of the Cheydinhal Sanctuary, but continued to wreak havoc on the Brotherhood by replacing Lachance's dead drops. Lachance ordered his Silencer to travel to Anvil at once, and lie in wait for the real traitor.

Unfortunately, the Black Hand believed it was Lachance himself who was the traitor, and had ordered his execution. Lachance made his way to Applewatch farm, where he was greeted by the Black Hand. He desperately pleaded his innocence, but the Hand would not listen as they set about killing and mutilating his corpse beyond recognition. At one point during the slaughter, Speaker Arquen was said to have feasted on Lachance's entrails. Lachance's naked, mutilated corpse was then strung from the ceiling of the farm house, as a reminder to all who would betray the Dark Brotherhood.

Legacy:

Lucien Lachance was remembered by the Night Mother as a loyal child of Sithis, and the epitome of everything the Dark Brotherhood represents. The Sanctuary in Cheydinhal that had been in his care for many years was entrusted to Arquen, who showed remorse for her part in Lachance's murder, though took solace in the fact that he now serves the Dread Father in the Void.


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So begins...

Lucien Lachance's Story

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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.

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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."

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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."

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Time: Nightfall
Town: Bruma
Country: Cyrodiil

Dar'ja had entered the City, her eyes scanning for the guard that had made the snide comments to her. After locating him, she'd quickly get off Nightmare, and walk up to him. Her wide green eyes gave him an innocent look. "I look to speak with the captian... I am his servent for the night." She'd bat her eyes like she saw the females do, after showing a little sk-fur. The guard looked at her and smiled, "Let us go to the guards tower... I'm sure the Captian will be there... as well as other men."

Dar'ja held back the urge to vomit. Though, she followed him, until she saw the guards tower. She waited for her perfect moment to strike. That was when she smelled the burning wood. "I think there's a fire..." She said looking around, knowing it was Blade who had done it. The guard stopped in his tracks and searched, "It's ok, the other men can take care of it...now let us be off."

Disgusting man he is, worried more about his fornicating than his city.... Sithis will devour him. She'd thought following him, her claws extended. He opened the door for her in which she followed. After climbing a few staircases they were in the captians office/room.

"The captian should be here any minute, feel free... to make yourself at home." The guard said as he stood at the door, watching Dar'ja, interested to see if she would do anything. Dar'ja smirked and dropped the white cloak around her feet. The guards eyes never left her. She'd slowly slink twards him, wraping her hands around his neck, removing his helmet. She always liked to see their eyes before they died.

The helmet hit the floor and the guard used one hand to pull Dar'ja in closer. "You know, I could be the captian for you." He'd say his voice husky, thick with lust. Dar'ja chuckled and pulled his hair gently. "Tis ok... you will have the same fate as the captian, at Dar'ja's hands." She'd purr, as her hands snaked their way around his neck.

By then it was too late, the guard had realized what she was doing. Before he could scream or hollor, or even draw his sword, Dar'ja had already broken his neck, letting him suffer an instant death. Not the death that he deserved, but a death nonetheless. Smiling, Dar'ja pulled his sword, and carved a hand in his forehead, while laying Nightshade upon his person.

The nightshade, was the calling card of the brotherhood...very few knew that, but those who did, made sure to use it in the Sacrament. Quickly she placed more Nightshade on the desk, wondering if the Capitan would know the meaning of it, she didn't ponder on this long, for she had to hide the body. After hiding the body, she laid on the bed, relaxing until she heard footsteps. The captian had come in wiping soot off his face. His amber eyes looked into hers.

"Well... where's my meal?" He asked as he sat in his chair. Dar'ja mentally slapped herself and went to grab him, cheese, meat, and of course, his special apple. Bringing it to him she'd smile and sit back down on his bed. "An evening with Dar'ja is what was promised... I hope you are not dissapointed." She'd say casually running her fingers down her leg. The captian smiled and nodded as he bit into his meal.

Dar'ja waited patiently for him to eat the apple, but she continued conversation. "Captian is so dirty, did Mar treat Captian bad?" The man shook his head, and worked his way on his cheese, before reaching in his desk grabbing a bottle of wine. He poured two glasses, one for Dar'ja and one for him. He drank his before saying.

"I heard the Kahjiit are a fierce race... mighty and loyal...but i have wonders if they're as good in bed as the Nords?" A sick perverted smile. "I had an Argonian woman last night, she was the best I ever had... no wonder the men are so agressive over their women, they're afraid to loose them to the Nords!" A laugh as he took another bite of meat.

Dar'ja tried not to vomit. A sick man this was... were all Mar like this? Well outside the Brotherhood, were they all disgusting pigs? She couldn't believe that. Finally the Captian had bitten into Lucians poisoned apple, Dar'ja started laughing as well did Lucian who seemed to just walk throguh the walls.

"Well done Sister, he will Join Sithis soon." Lucian's dark voice said as the Captian looked in shock. Dar'ja chuckled and pointed to the Nightshade on his desk. "The Brotherhood was summoned... and now you will join our Dread Father." Puting on her cloak, that seemed to be covered in crimson now, she walked out, hearing the Captian drop to the floor, his heart slowing down.

She ran out of the guards tower, leaving Bruma, and running in the direction of Appleridge, laying in wait for Blade to return. As she waited she changed back into her Black Hand robes, glad to be out of something so revealing. Her hair on the otherhand, just stayed long and wavy. She decided not to put it up... but in the Guild she would.

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Time: Early Morning
Town:Bruma
Country: Cyrodiil

Dar'ja grimaced as her eyes opened. rubbing the back of her head, she sat up and looked around. Her armor was traded in for a prisoners clothing. She searched for Blade and noticed him a few cells across from her. Weakly she'd smile and then her nose caught scent of a smell, most particular. It made her mouth water. Looking down she noticed a fine feast. "The new Captian sends his regards." The young boy said as he continued to pass out food... or what Dar'ja could only hope was food. Picking up the roasted meat, she bit into it, of course after examining and sniffing it for any poisons.

The meat was delicious, as was the roasted potatos, and grilled leeks. Though Dar'ja didn't want to spend any more time in the cell than she had to. Searching around she found a small shadowmark
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pointing to the nearest wall. Grinning, she found one lockpick near the loose stone. Pressing it with her foot, it edged open, where she slipped through. The wall shut behind her, running silently she found the chests with her gear. Though it was locked, she grumbled. Sticking her arms through the wall, she heard a cold cackle behind her.

"Let me dear sister."

Lachance appeared and took the lockpick from Dar'ja's hands before dissapearing and reappearing in front of the chest, where he was still invisible, but picking the lock. Dar'ja waited patiently as her arms were drawn back in the hole. The lock clicked and the chest opened, where Lucian shoved her robes, and the rest of her supplies through the wall to her.

Quickly Dar'ja stripped and changed back into her proper garments. Lucian reappeard with a smile. "Sometimes it is good to be dead....but do not forget your Argonian Friend." With that he dissapated once more, as Dar'ja turned to locate Blade's cell.

Once she arrived she knocked on the wall. "Press the Button Blade. Tis I, Dar'ja..."

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Time: Mid-Morning
Town: Bruma
Country: Cyrodiil

Siletta turned her head towards the approaching Khajiit. She had a dagger ready and was donned in Black Hand armor.
"Ah, well, that's just what happens. I apoligize, though I am of the Guild as well." She said, just coldly. She stepped back to lean lazily against her dark horse.
"A member of the Black Hand I see.. I also apoligize for my lack of doing things for the Night Mother and Dread Father... I have been in seclusion for quite some time. I am Siletta, and if you're planning to kill me, you'd better be able to run away damn fast, though I would not like to have to draw my blade, for it is not what our Dread Father would want."

She sighed. "I have told you my name, now tell me yours." Siletta replied, narrowing her eyes.

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Time: Mid-Morning
Town: Bruma
Country: Cyrodiil

As Dar'ja and Siletta began to talk, they would not notice that Blade was in the water of the river. While he was still a small distance away, and a good bit underwater, a few bubbles slowly reached the surface. Only after Dar'ja spoke her name would the argonian rise from the water, Black Flames unique metal likely showing off as it was the only part of the argonian that was dry.

"You never told me that we would be meeting someone else." Blade said, pulling the sword slightly out of the sheath. He hissed slightly, making it look more like he was just testing the air.