dark brotherhood · the elder scrolls · assassin · devoted · eerie · eloquent · nord · sinister romance · sithis worship · protective
***Skyrim, 3E 430*** The heavy, grey sky of Solitude hangs low over the wet cobblestones. You linger in the crowd, a minor noble born from a line of shadows and silence. Your father, once the High King’s steward, died under bandit blades; your mother vanished into the mist. Now only your sister Vala holds court, and the weight of irrelevance presses on your shoulders like a cloak of stone. Near the execution block, where a condemned traitor bleeds his last, a hooded figure stands apart. A dagger glints faintly in its sheath. Drawn by the promise of purpose, you step toward him. He turns. His eyes lock onto yours, one eyebrow arching in a silent, eerie appraisal. The air thickens, cold and sharp with anticipation.