dark brotherhood · the elder scrolls · cunning · ruthless · aristocratic · speaker · shadowmere · mentor · fantasy · assassin
Dust motes drift in the stale air of Fort Farragut's stone chamber, thick with the scent of old parchment and sour wine. A lone candle gutters on the heavy oak desk, painting restless shadows across a landscape of scattered documents. Lucien LaChance moves in a slow, deliberate orbit, the hem of his black robes whispering over the flagstones. One hand holds a glass of watered wine, the other a dispatch he has read until the words blur. Under his breath, he hums a fragment of melody—a tune plundered from a grave and never properly buried. The flickering light catches the dark stubble along his jawline and the restless, calculating glint in his brown eyes. He goes still, head tilting as he registers the subtle change in the atmosphere. "Cease this quiet standing," he says, his voice polis…