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"So, Glyt found the traitor out and clipped him?" (Jon)
"I hope I can say it was that simple but it wasn’t. You see, Glyt had that thing he was always running from and it practically tornted him day and night." (Jonrad)
"And that is?" (Alina)
"Just like how Hilda and I received the so-called prophecy of our child’s birth. He had sothing similar happening to him." (Jonrad)
"Goodness! People should really stop believing foretellers." (Jon)
"What was he foretold anyway?" (Isha)
"... one ti in the past after the Great War, a priestess told Glyt that he will have a fate worse than death. That he will wish to find peace but he won’t find where his end will take him." (Jonrad)
"And how is that connected to the Dark... wait..." Jon made a grim face, "... but it shouldn’t, should it?"
"It seems you got the point." (Jonrad)
"What are you two talking about?" (Jullanar)
"When Glyt received that Blade from the Listener willingly, he had officially damned his Fate by his own hands. A Fate worse than death." (Jonrad)
"The very thing he spent his entire life running from?" (Alina)
"He beca sworn to Sithis." (Jon)
"That’s it." Jonrad nodded, "But that’s a totally different detail which he will discover later on. Right now, the blade and the task he was given took priority."
"But even if he acquired a Blade of Woe, he wasn’t actually sworn to Sithis, he didn’t believe in the creed of the Dark Brotherhood." Jon still insisted.
"Well, he had a stronger emotion enough to damn him the sa Fate." Jonrad said and with a regretful face, "Glyt fell in love."
***
Blood, blood everywhere. There was no need to imagine what happened. Glyt ca in, kept a certain mber of the brotherhood in his aim, and in the right mont, he attacked leaving no chance of retaliation.
While the traitor, Varlyn the Dark Elf, had an opening and almost attempted to shoot a few arrows at Glyt, the latter was profoundly efficient in his job using all the tricks in the book to close in on Varlyn and strike the blade deep into his chest.
Just like that, the traitor was dead on the ground. After the commotion caused by the fight, all the Assassins gathered with a particularly angry look on Astrid’s face who looked at Glyt as if she wanted to rip him apart.
Nothing good will co out of staying silent. Glyt imdiately offered Varlyn’s blood to Listener Alisanne. She took so of the blood off the blade by the tip of her finger, raised it up to her eye level then without hesitation, put the finger in her mouth to taste the blood.
The solid expressions which Alisanne always carried around finally broke into a smile. Not a gentle loving smile but more of a vicious grin.
"Hail Sithis." She spoke in joy, "Excellent work. The traitor is dead, and our sanctuary remains strong."
As if a big rock was removed off their chests, the Assassins finally managed to breathe once again. Their traitor is dead, they can now enjoy a little bit of peace before the usual drama stirs itself up again.
Everyone here knew how the brotherhood does business and if the Traitor has proved elusive, the Lister has no qualms to liquidate the entire Falkreath Sanctuary. Just one angry swoop of murders to kill the traitor whoever they might be.
In a way, Glyt saved them.
After a short while, Alisanne approached Glyt when he was distancing himself off the group and spoke to him.
"The kill was efficient and clean. What’s your background, Assassin, if you don’t mind asking?"
Glyt was the rcenary hired by Uther Nere to murder her, that’s his background. But he still can’t kill her now. He must kill her along with the Night Mother.
"I used to serve Titus de II during the Great War before I start moving around as a rcenary." He said.
"Forr servant of the Emperor?" Alisanne was taken aback by the answer which filled her with wonder and a smile ford on her face, unlike that vicious grin, this smile was just thin and a bit corrupted yet still conveyed how pleased she felt.
"Will the forr servant of the Emperor keep serving a little bit more?" She asked.
"Of course, Listener." Glyt stood off the chair he was sitting on and displayed respect.
Against him, Alisanne stood up as well.
"I could use an assassin like you by my side; co, join in Bravil."
***
"So, in every way, he looks as if he is succeeding his mission." (Jon)
"Indeed." (Jonrad)
"Where were you by the ti he moved down to Bravil?" (Jon)
"Right at their tail... with the tip of my arrow aid at the girl’s heart." Jonrad replied in regret.
"And you didn’t take the shot?" (Jon)
"No. It was risky. I felt like my friend changed a little and I was going to save him if sothing was wrong but... this would ruin the mission we have been working on for more than a year... it would anger him if I deliberately sabotaged the mission. All I needed, or thought I would need, was just ten minutes with him alone. We just had to discuss things together but he was looking at that Listener girl like he never looked at anyone before." (Jonrad)
***
After the arrival to Bravil, the notorious cri city proved itself to Glyt as a den of anarchy and chaos from day one. However, under Alisanne’s guidance, the city was as hospitable to Assassins as it was to all sorts of the scum of the world.
However, turmoil started soon after. The city was plunged in blood as soon as the two largest Skooma gangs in the city started their own war.
Due to the intense fighting, the Statue of the Lucky Old Lady was destroyed. This was a critical piece of news to the Dark Brotherhood since beneath the very sa statue lies the crypt of the Night Mother where one of the deities of the cult of assassins rests.
This required the Listener to take the necessary action of relocating the Night Mother to the Bravil Sanctuary. Still, Alisanne felt disturbed that Bravil no longer beca a safe place for the Assassins. At that ti, Alisanne requested help from the other standing Brotherhood Sanctuaries and the closest to Bravil was the one in Cheydinhal. Those who ca as reinforcent were two assassins known as Garnag and Andronica.
Still, even after the trouble kept erupting. One day, Glyt was summoned by Alisanne for an urgent problem.
As he arrived, she inford him that Garnag and Andronica have gone missing. Previously, she sent Andronica to assassinate the heads of the two warring gangs in order to stop the mayhem around the sanctuary while Garnag was sent on and neither of them returned thus he is now tasked with investigating and rescuing the Assassins.
But that was not the end of it. As Glyt returned to his residence in the city to prepare for the mission, a ssage was found on his table directly under an open window. It was a dangerous thing to see his residence broken into especially in these tis but the content of the ssage served as a reality check for Glyt.
It was a ssage from the man who hired him to destroy the Dark Brotherhood, Uther Nere.
It read: "Agent. Your last ssage was unclear. Why are you in Bravil? Have you found the Listener? I have a business manager in town. et him at the Silverho Inn."
The Listener and the Night Mother, both are the targets of Glyt since the start of this job, both are present on an arm’s reach from him. He can just go back and...
And the fire ate the ssage. Glyt walked out of his residence as he collected his gear and got ready to see things through.
There’s still ti.
Once he stepped out, he was already heading towards where Andronica should be. The Skooma Den of Bravil.
The Claws gang was a gang with a powerful Khajiiti presence since the borders with Elsweyr are not too far south. That gang controls a big chunk of the city and since the mont Glyt walked into their streets, many pairs of eyes kept following him around every corner.
There was no sneaking around on this job. If he acts suspiciously, he will get chased out by a horde of blood-thirsty cat-folk. Well, at least that would be the case if he acted up too early, he just needs to take the usual route all the way to the place where normal people are allowed to buy Skooma from the claws. In other words, the local distribution center.
Of course once he arrived, he circled the place and headed towards the building where the Claws were holed up. Naturally, a Khajiit henchman stopped him on the way in, putting its hand against Glyt.
"This Den is Claws’ territory. Get lost!" The Claws Henchman said.
"Oh, yeah?" Glyt looked at him and with an annoyed face before holding the Khajiits hand, twisting it, and kicking him in, "Tell your Boss to prepare his neck."
And he took his blades out as he walked into the building.
Tens of Khajiits and their custors were coming, going, and sitting in the place which looked like a pub for Skooma. They all noticed the Khajiit that fell in and all looked at the man who did that.
"Let’s get this over with." He said an awful Aura ca off him filling the place with sothing akin to poison.
The intoxicated custors started to sweat from panic and those with weak constitutions were on the ground puking their guts out. The Claws gangsters saw that and realized that a predator had infiltrated their Den.
At least they are on their ground.
The Claws were a fearless gang with years upon years of reputation and strong ties to the big Moonsugar Brewers in Elsweyr. They feared neither the Count of Bravil nor the Emperor. If soone is in their Den, their claws shall get to him.
And a flurry of razor-sharp attacks flew towards Glyt. Where he was standing turned to rubble as he jumped across the place reaching the other walk before reversing his montum to jump to the upper flower waving his swords at anything that cos near him. Many spellcasters existed among the Claws and so of them were already targeting him with simple spells but he reached the upper ground and started kicking everyone on his way down making piles and piles of bodies as the fight raged on.
There was no one to match his skills, a skill even the Dark Brotherhood wasn’t aware of, and he kept cutting down all the enemies and looking through each room with no trace of Andronica.
"Enough!"
That was until so dangerous-looking Khajiit walked into the building and shouted as loud as he could.
"Let us parley, assassin." The Khajiit said.
Glyt surely stopped his rampage and looked down at the Khajiit recognizing him.
"You’re the Kingpin?" He asked.
"Yes, this one is the Kingpin." The Claws Kingpin replied indicating that he was the leader of the infamous gang.
Most Khajiit look like cats and tigers but this particular guy looked like a Leopard. He was a gigantic Cathay-Raht and had a vicious face.
"You seek the assassin woman? She tried to kill this one." The Kingpin approached as he looked up, "I assu you ca all this way to get her."
Glyt found it annoying and stayed in his place replying only with a nod.
"Perfect! If you want her back, you must do sothing for the Claws." The Kingpin said with a grin.
Glyt didn’t reply but waited for the Kingpin to keep going, making the latter feel awkward.
"I want you to Assassinate the head of our rivals, the Eclipse. When it is done, et at the bridge south of town." The Kingpin said.
There was not much Glyt could do but he nodded and simply went into one of the rooms to escape through the window.
This was bad.
Glyt felt more depressed on this bad day. An assassin is taken hostage and the city is in chaos.
But there was good news amidst the confusion. Once Glyt reached the treasury where the other assassin, Garnag, had gone, he received the news that an assassin had murdered the Head of the Treasury.
So where did he go afterwards?
This was in itself good and bad. Sohow, even Glyt beca lost in confusion but there was one chance. If all the odds are against you, it ans one must reshuffle the cards and play on new odds.
It was ti to make a deal.
***
There were two ways Glyt would be able to do this but looking at the sky, the night was still young and he needed more ti for a better opportunity.
Before going for the deal, he stopped by the Silverho Inn and went ahead to et the ssenger of Uther Nere.
"Have you found the listener?" The man in a neat rchant dress asked.
"What I know is that there is a sanctuary here in Cyrodiil and people who can get in touch with the Listener. As for the real thing, I think she hides her identity very well. However, I am close."
In a way, Glyt didn’t reveal Alisanne’s identity just yet and went around the question of a lie that can’t really be called a lie.
"Very well... just so you know, Master Uther will arrive in Bravil shortly." The ssenger said before exiting the room and the inn entirely.
This was another piece of depressing news. Uther Nere is even more persistent now. This can’t be good.
Glyt thought for a while as he can no longer hide it anymore.
His feelings towards Alisanne, this strange energy pulling him towards her, the feeling that he can just forget his burdens around her even though she is the villainest of villains. His nightmares even stop haunting him around her.
It is a sickness he had since the day he was trapped in that cage with Tyr 10 years ago. The fate which will be his downfall.
Alisanne once said that life is only worth living once and that death is not a problem. She said that she welcos death every night and day. She said that not fearing death is the only way to liberate oneself from agony.
But Glyt still fears Fate... and he loves Alisanne because he sees her freedom and longs for sothing similar.
He had his own suffering and was ti to pursue it.
Where next? Now that Glyt knew that Uther Nere shall arrive, he needed to act hastily and reach the other Skooma gang but as he walked out of the inn’s room, he heard so noises coming from a nearby door with a hint of familiarity.
Just as he approached, he gazed through the keyhole and what he saw made him feel like in a crisis right away. Imdiately, he kicked the door and walked in sword in hand and mask on face.
Inside the room were three individuals. The first was Uther’s ssenger from a while ago, the second was a an-looking ugly guy with a bloodied knife, and the third was an Orc tied to a chair and suffering intense wounds, that Orc was Garnag, the missing Assassin.
It went without saying that Glyt beheaded the ssenger with one sword strike and attacked the torturer right away in fast-paced combat which Glyt easily won, beheading the other man as well.
Once that was that, he imdiately freed Garnag and escorted him outside the empty inn.
"It is nice to see you brother." Garnag said with a tired smile as he leaned against an alley wall.
"You too. You can walk?" Glyt asked.
"I can... by Sithis... this was intense."
"What happened to you?" Glyt asked.
"They kept asking about the Listener... Sithis forgive , I told them she was here, in Bravil. They didn’t tell who they were, but I heard them ntion a na... Uther." The Orc replied.
Glyt’s face darkened, there will be no hiding this from the brotherhood anymore.
This was a close call, the ssenger knew he was lying and thankfully he killed him before Uther could be alerted to his betrayal.
"You get back to the sanctuary, I will go on and try to get to Andronica." Glyt said but he turned to Garnag, "I know you are a strong fighter but... who could have bested you this badly?"
"I don’t know..." Garnag seed depressed about the matter, "A Nord, very large, red hair, shoots fire from his hand and wields the sword like a serpent demon."
One na had those qualities gathered, the one Glyt feared more than even Uther Nere, the other rcenary who is also after the bounty on Alisanne and the Night Mother. It is Jonrad Firemane.
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