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background: A new listener has been chosen by the night mother, This listener has had no previous experience with the dark brotherhood, and this is his first time doing anything besides learning from the black hand. (for more view GM character sheet).

And now After five years of training from the speakers, he has learned everything he needs to know, And the night mother has given him a job, not to tell the speakers but for him alone, be begin a new sanctuary where the "mansion party murder in Skingrad" Toke place. (Play oblivion dark brotherhood quests for more information) And now that the sanctuary is complete the only thing needed is the recruits (view OOC for list of accepted sheets)

?Time for the boss to begin recruitment....

"Boss, the recruitment of sawyer"


Finally....ready to begin Lets start with this sawyer fellow.... A mind reader eh? hmm no problem Seems to be in Bravil...not too far.

The boss rode a carriage out to Bravil in order to find quite a few brotherhood recruits there, may as well do an entire recruitment wave whilst him being here. Sawyer was the first on the list so he was the first to be contacted. He was inside an inn, in his room trying to drink the memories away...Not uncommon for murderers who didn't want to commit the act, But he was useful to the brotherhood either way. The boss simply walked in the door, asked the bar-keep for sawyer and walked towards his door....locked. That damn keeper didn't give him a key...

imbecile, if i wasn't trying to be stealthy and secretive i would've kicked this door down.

So instead the boss walked back towards the keeper and asked rather nicely...showing him his pitch black eyes of course

"I do believe i'm missing the key...did i happen to skip your mind?"

"n-n-n-no s-s-sir here you are..." and the whimpering man threw the key onto the counter.

"Thank you, my good man i will be leaving shortly...."

With this the boss entered sawyers room, with him doing just as the boss expected drinking his memories away, trying to forget, trying to just run away from it all.

"Do not be afraid....Mindspeaker, i know what you are, i know what you did, and i also know what your capable of, so i am here with a...offer if you will....The people i have come to represent know a great deal about you, we know everything so we come bringing a offer as i've said before. If you are able to listen and are willing to listen that is..."

The boss, stood directly in front of the door, almost blockading it, the boss appeared like a shadow, in his black robes standing in front of the door, hood lowered to the point where you could barely tell if his mouth was moving or not. And all he did was wait for sawyer to either respond silently, or speak, whichever it was the listener could understand and reply to.

"Sawyer"- Deep in a bottle of wine

Sawyer brought up the bottle of his fathers wine brand "Servius' Secret" to his lips and tipped it back once again. The Breton anticipated the rush of red wine down his throat, a rush that never came. He sighed, slowly the empty bottle
back and forth, well damn. Just my luck, he thought, why can't I have an infinite flask or something?

The Breton stretched back in his wood chair, trying to lossten his mucked a little. He had been
resting here for the last three days, doing nothing but drinking his stollen gold away, bottle by cursed bottle. He thought as he usually did of the life he could have had if he hadn't killed his master that night. By now he would probably be part of the Synod or maybe even back making
the wine he had just drank. Whatever he would have been doing, it would have been much better than his current life.

Always running, always stealing, always killing, he was getting tired of it, or at least the running
part. He needed to settle down, maybe with a new start, or perhaps a family. But that was impossible, his face was known at least faintly by every guards captain or politician in Cyrodill, Skyrim, and High Rock, and Sawyer didn't plan on leaving those three provinces. No, he thought
sadly, just me and my wine for now.

Sawyer's thoughts were interrupted by a rattling at the door. Someone was obviously trying to open it, and they had a key. Sawyer closed his eyes and concentrated, sending a flow of energy into his mind and out of his fingers. The magic reached forward like a invisible tenedril, reaching straight through the door and encasing the intruder. He felt the mans heartbeat, his breathing. Everything was calm, however when he tried to pry deeper into his mind his progress slowed. My my, he thought, this is a powerful one.

Sawyer stooped his infusion and watched as the man opened the door. The man was arrayed in black robes covering all of his body. The man spoke to Sawyer with weight in his words. He said that he knew what the Breton did and who he was and that he had an offer for him.

Sawyer paused for a moment and put his empty bottle down, his curiosity triggered. He spoke in a flowing, almost musicle voice (similar to a southern American accent).

"So you know who I am eh, well that's quite interestin'. How about you tell me who you are and we can have ourselves a nice sit down conversation."