On a very cold evening, in the town of Oren, an even colder presence appeared.
In front of the town entrance a masked stranger arrived, wearing dark clothes with weird markings on them.
It was a girl, or rather a pale resemblance of a girl.
The girl approached the entrance and in an blink of an eye passed right through the guards, without having to check into the arriving guest book.
Using this flash-like techniques the girl appeared in front of the town's magic shop in an instance, without being noticed.
With a slow walk, she approached Patrin - the town's antique dealer.
"Beautiful night my lady!" - said Patrin - "Can I interest you in some antiques? Magical items from all over the land!"
Without mumbling a word, the girl approached the stand, where all the items were displayed and something caught her eye. It was a golden box.
"Where did you acquire this item?" - the girl posed a question
"Ho-ho, dear lady a good businessman never tells his secrets!."
The girl approached the trader and looked right at him. She had the darkest eyes he had ever seen.
"I suggest you drop the act and tell me where did you get this item." - she said.
A chill went down his spine.
"I..i..cannot tell you that." - mumbled the dealer
She pulled out something from her shoulder pad. It was a scroll.
She opened it and showed it to the trader.
Upon seeing the scroll, the trader trembled in fear. She looked at her and he noticed the markings on her. No doubt - she was an assassin from the Dark Brotherhood.
"Forgive me! I had no idea!" - he screamed.
"Call yourself!" - she said - "Now tell me what I need to know."
"T-t-there was this man, y-y-yes now that I remembered, he was wearing a similar markings to yours." - said the trader - "I bought this item from him, he needed money, seemed like he was in a hurry."
"Did he say where he was going?" - asked the assassin.
"N-no he didn't say, but I saw him buy a caravan ticket to the Wastelands three days ago."
"Thank you, that was very helpful" - said the assassin and in disappeared in a flash.
She appeared behind the trader and with lighting-like reflexes, she stabbed him right through the heart. He didn't even had the time to blink.
As his lifeless body fell to the ground, the assassin vanished without a trace.
On the next day, the assassin arrived at the Wastelands.
She approached the caravan driver.
"Welcome!" - said the caravan driver - "My name is Rolento, how can I be of service?"
"You drove a person here from Oren, three days ago, I need to know where he is now." - replied the assassin.
"Hmm.." - mumbled Rolento - ".. ah yes, yes I remember, a strange looking fellow. Didn't speak much, mostly kept to himself. Was wearing a white robe."
"That's him!" - said the assassin - "where did he go after you arrived?"
"I don't think I should be telling you all this ma'am!" - said Rolento - "This kinda ruins the client confidentiality. But .. you know... if you had some adenas to spare, anything could happen, if you know what I mean he-he.."
Without hesitating the assassin took armed stance, ready to strike.
"Okay, okay, take is easy there!" - yelled out Rolento - "no need to get violent, I was just teasing, just teasing! You should speak with guard Jax about the whereabouts of your friend.
"Thank you." - said the assassin while casting some spell on Rolento - "You will forget this conversation ever happened."
She went to the guard and explained the situation. She said, she was hunting down a ruthless criminal and showed him the Wanted poster.
"Hm.. I didn't reliase he posed such a threat!" - said the guard - "I would have stopped him immediately! Anyway he went to Hellbound island using the warp gate over there. Now that you mention this, he was kinda in a hurry."
"Many thanks." - replied the assassin.
She approached the warp gate. When she touched it, everything became dark and she felt dizzy.
When she opened her eyes she was in a completely different place.
The warp gate device had teleported her to the Hellbound isle.
She looked around - it all looked like a barren wasteland, deserts and sand everywhere she looked. The heat was terrible, but bearable. Weird creatures were roaming the desert. She decided to stick to the shadows and avoid contact if possible.
She used her tracking skills and decided to head north.
After a while she arrived at, what looked like, an abandoned mine.
A feeble presence could be felt in the mine. "A lot of live's were lost here." - she thought to herself.
She approached a wagon filled with materials. After a quick examining she came to the only possible conclusion - "Gold! Of course, people murder only for gold. Well.. most people" - she thought and smiled.
She proceed further inland. Had to pass by a herd of creatures. She used shadow spells to walk by unseen.
After a while she could see houses in the distance. "Natives." - she thought.
She carefully approached and looked around.
All the houses were empty, except for one, there were guards in front of it. She decided to approach them.
"Stop!" - screamed the guard - "who goes there?"
"I am am very tired woman, looking for shelter." - said the assassin - "could you help me?"
"Oh.. yes, please come inside, we have food and water inside" - said the guard.
As she entered the house, she could see it was very well stocked. Provisions were piled-up, like there were getting ready for something big.
She went further inside and found the guy in charge.
"I am looking for a guy that could've passed through here, he bears the same markings as I am" - explained the assassin - "he is a friend of mine and I really need to find him, we were separated in the sand storm."
"Ah, yes I remember a guy like that, he asked for a secluded place." - explained the native - "I laughed and told him that he can go to the Caravan housing at the end of the isle to the north, I was joking of course, no one can pass through the open desert and live to tell the tale. After that he disappeared. Hmm.. I think I haven't seen him since, I wonder where he is now..."
"Thank you for your time." - said the assassin.
She went outside and headed north.
She had to find shelter for a while, because a sandstorm was approaching
After few hours, the sandstorm was gone and the skies were clear again.
She went up to the highest point she could find, to scout the surround area.
Her eyes stopped at a single house, far across the desert on the farthest point north. "Got you!" - she said.
She circled around from the east and got closer to the house. She was very agitated, you could feel excitement oozing from every single cell. A sinister aura surrounded the assassin. She was getting closer to her goal.
Using her shadow and flash techniques she approached the house unseen and undetected.
And there he was! Standing near the well, like nothing had happened. The target she had spent months pursing was finally in her sight. She decided to cherish the moment and take her sweet time.
She went out of the shadows and revealed herself.
"Long time no see, master Rafail."
"W-what!?" - mumbled Rafail, as he turned around - "YOU!"
"Yes, me!" - replied the assassin - "Did you expect someone else?"
"How fitting of the Dark Brotherhood, to sent a rookie to hunt me down!" - said Rafail
"I am no longer a rookie, master... no you are no longer my master." - said the assassin. "You betrayed the Brotherhood and escaped, you shall be punished for your betrayal."
When she first arrived at the Dark Brotherhood, Rafail was the one who recruited her and taughed all he knew. She had became a master assassin thanks to him.
"Ha-ha, punished?" - laughed Rafail - "by you? You really think you can take me?"
"I have never been more ready." - said the assassin.
"Let's see you try then!" - yelled out Rafail.
He swinged his mace around but missed.
In this instance the assassin closed her eyes, took proper stance and deep breath. Quick as a flash she avoided his attacks and appeared behind him.
She circled around and stuck her dagger deep inside the back of Rafail.
It was over. The fatal blow had been delivered.
As he fell down, in the pool of his own blood Rafail mubled - "Y-y-ou have grown t-to a master assassin, I-i am proud of..". He faded away.
"I don't need you to be proud of me. We do what we have to. One survives the other dies, that's our way of life." - said the assassin. - "May Sithis have your soul!"
As she turned around she could feel something inside her shoulder pad.
It was the scroll, glimmering. She pulled it out and opened it. The task had been done.
She had fulfilled the task that was given to her, by the Listener himself. She now was a full pledged assassin for the Dark Brotherhood.
But it was not over... in fact, it was just the beginning.