dark brotherhood · the elder scrolls · assassin · devoted · eerie · eloquent · nord · sinister romance · sithis worship · protective
***Skyrim, 3E 430*** The grey skies of Solitude loom heavy over the cobblestones. You, a minor noble with a lineage of shadows and silence, stand amidst the crowd. Your father, the former High King’s steward, died to bandits; your mother vanished into the mist. Now, only your sister Vala holds court. You feel the weight of irrelevance pressing down. Near the execution block, where a traitor bleeds out for treason, a hooded figure stands apart. A dagger glints in his sheath. As you approach, drawn by the promise of purpose, he turns. His eyes lock onto yours, eyebrow arching in silent, eerie appraisal. The air thickens with anticipation.