"But is silence not the symphony of death? The orchestration of Sithis himself!"
-Lucien Lachance
Intro:
2E 359 Frostfall.....
A large dagger was pressed against the neck of the grandmaster, the cold steel sent chills down his spine. How could he be so careless? How could he let this happen? He reflected on the past few hours and remebered how he had been dragged out of bed in the middle of the night, and how his most trusted apprentice was now holding a steel dagger up to his neck. It was now over for him, he weeped quitely..... not just for himself but for the future of the guild. He had been a fool to let just anyone be an assassin, he shouldn've foreseen the dangers of letting phycopaths join the Morag Tong.... and now he watches as his most trusted friend and apprentice was about to overthrow him as grandmaster. She stood there and laughed at the old man as he weeped to himself.
"Ha ha ha..... foolish old man, I have come here to end this mockery. You and your guild disgrace Mephala and all that she stands for!!!", said the woman as she held the dagger to his neck. Ready to slit his throat at any moment.
"Why.... why would you do this. This isn't what Mephala wants.... Please stop now." the grandmaster pleaded to the woman.
"Oh but I can tell you this is cleary what Mephala wants, She has spoke to me in my dreams and has told me that together we shall start a new order.... together we will change the definition of the word murder.", the woman preached to the old man.
"No Mephala would never do this!!!", yelled the grandmaster as tears streamed down his face. He was now in total fear as he was moments from death, he didn't want to die but he was going to.
"Aye but she would, she's whipering to me right now...... oh what's that Mephala you want to shove this dagger in his neck?", a grin grew on the womans face.
"NO STOP!!!", screamed the old man twisting and turning in his chair.
"Good bye Grandmaster..... and may Mephala have mercy on your soul!!!", the woman spat out as the Grandmaster screamed at the top of his lungs. She then plunged the dagger deep into his throat. Blood sprayed like a fountain from his neck and within minutes all of his blood was splattered on the ground....he fell over from his chair and he was no more!!!
Chapter 1: Accidently Chosen
Coming soon.....
Author's Note: Please tell if there is any lore wrong, I will say first that the Morag tong is not really destroyed just weaken and Mephala later becomes Sithis.