(This is a Fan-Fic)
“Addressed to Titus Sintav, employee of the Imperial Legion serving in Skyrim:
With the closing of the vicious civil war that the cow-herders of Skyrim were waging against the Empire close at hand, new developments have come to our knowledge that proves to be worrisome. News travels fast when you know where to look and when to listen. It is in our understanding that with the fall of the majority of Stormcloak strongholds in eastern Skyrim, the Thalmor have since been able to wage all-out war against the worshippers of Talos. In fact, the violence in the west of Skyrim has even befallen some of our own agents, which has now forced our hands. You are aware who we are, so we will not delve deeply into this pool; following the succession of our kingdom, Hammerfell, we employed various agents during the fighting with the Thalmor to defend worshippers of Talos in the rest of the Empire, who were now outlawed from doing so. While in the Empire itself, this proved difficult as the Legion was strictly enforcing the prohibition, we managed to carve out little pockets away from the eyes of both Imperial and Thalmor agents. With the fall of Stormcloak strongholds in Skyrim, there is now nothing preventing the Thalmor from attacking the righteous worshippers of Talos and enforcing the Empires brash prohibition of it. The politics behind the act make sense, after all the Empire was on the verge of defeat. The Legion was a skeleton army when they signed that damnable White-Gold Concordat, and needed to be rebuilt. The fact that the Empire followed through with the Thalmor demands though is proof they only have the interest of Imperials in mind. It is in that regard, that we are contacting you, Titus.
You see, we in Hammerfell have various agents employed in Skyrim, operating to undermine the Thalmor in their crusade against Talos. We fought a war against them for the same reasons and brought them to a stand-still. While our land is devastated, we have reinforced pride and hope in our kingdom and in Talos, and know this is a cause worth defending. Your exploits in this dreaded civil war are well known to us. While we had been hindering the motives of the Legion over the past few months, it now appears that the war is in closing. Preparations and actions must be made in order to prevent the Thalmor from damaging our representation in the province of Skyrim now, before it is too late. We are aware that while you work for the Imperial Legion, you are not a soldier. Instead, you serve as an agent yourself. You and the other men you worked with were employed to track down Stormcloak sympathizers in business; men and woman that were funding the rebellion. While most of the men you work with are now dead because of a traitor, you yourself stayed in the province of Skyrim because you have nothing anywhere else. We acknowledge your unique set of skills for subterfuge and wish to pay your for those skills. We target you specifically for these jobs because the Thalmor likely do not acknowledge your existence, which puts you in a better position than our other agents in the Province who are actively searched for by the Thalmor. We also acknowledge that your mother, Carmen Sintav, was a redguard. You have roots, and history in the land of Hammerfell, and we feel based on observation that you are our best possible employable agent against those who would undermine Talos. Your ideals lie in Family, that’s why you joined the Legion in the first place, to please your father. Said family has since relocated to Hammerfell on the behest of your mother, and should you agree to our offers of employment, you will receive payment for your efforts, and we will do everything within our power to ensure your parents also see special benefits. We have followed you very closely over the past few months, and had the war taken a different direction would likely have attempted to employ you as an embedded agent within the Legion. We’ve studied your life and your family and are clear in our decision to employ you as a weapon against the Thalmor. As both a redguard by decent and an imperial by blood, we expect that your hatred for the Thalmor runs as deeply as ours.
It is in this regard that we, an organization who is best not named for now, give you this mission to prove whether or not you wish to seek our employment. There is a Thalmor Justiciar en route to Whiterun as we speak. He is leaving Solitude as I myself, the head of our operations within Skyrim, write this very letter to you. Our friend the Thalmor will be staying in the castle of Whiterun, Dragonsreach, home to Jarl Balgruff. Balgruff himself owes his allegiance to the people of Skyrim, and should not be considered an enemy, as he only serves their best interest. However, having a mysterious imperial skulking around the castle will likely be met with poor disposition. We’re not aware what our Thalmors activities in Whiterun are, but we believe he is leading the initial Thalmor charge into the lands of eastern Skyrim, creating a cell of Thalmor agents from which to persecute believers of Talos. There does not appear to be a heavy presence of Thalmor activity in Whiterun itself, and we believe that to be a result of Stormcloak efforts in the region. However, now that the Stormcloaks are all but vanquished, nothing is preventing the Thalmor from enforcing the demands of the White-Gold Concordat on the people of Skyrim. It is in this regard that we employ you, Titus Sintav of the Imperial Legion, son of Silus and Carmen Sintav, to be an agent of our organization (which must still remain unnamed for now) that will hunt down this lone Thalmor agent to prove your loyalty to our cause. With this message you will have received 500 septims as an attempt to ensure the validity of our claims and plans. All you must do now is decide whether or not to accept our offers. We will know if the Thalmor agent is killed, and if that happens, will contact you again in the future.
Best Regards,
X”
Through a haze of mead-induced drunkenness, Titus set the paper down. He was having trouble comprehending what he had just read. For a while he sat on his bed, pondering. His gaze shifted from that of the letter, to that of the coin purse. He didn’t need to count the coins in the purse to know whether or not the letters claim was true. It was heavy, and big. With the acquisition of this letter, he had received more money in a single payment than the Legion had paid him and his late partners in an entire month of service. He layed back on his bed, and stared at the ceiling.
His life had been a sordid one. He was born the son of an imperial soldier. His father, Silus, had been stationed in Hammerfell just before the Great War had ended. He had met, and fell in love with his mother, Carmen while stationed there. Upon the separation of Hammerfell from the Empire, and the Legions subsequent departure from the province, Carmen wished to journey back to Cyrodiil with the young Legionnaire who had stolen her heart. In the year 4E 178, Titus was born on a little farm outside of Bravil. His life is mostly uneventful. For a long time growing up, violence had flared up around the city of Bravil, whilst Titus was in his teens. His father, still serving in the Legion, was tasked with helping maintain peace on the streets between two factions of skooma-traffickers. Injured one day following an incident, his father gained a bad limp in his right leg. He was forced to retire early from the Legion. Farm life was tough, and provided little for the family of 3, for they could afford only a little plot of land. Titus, now 15 in the year 4E 193, sought an end to his life of poverty, and ended up joining, with his friends, one of these skooma-running factions. Though he lived at home, when he made trips into the city to run errands for his parents, he would pick up skooma, and deliver it to another carrier who would be waiting just a ways from his farm. The money was good, but young Titus had poor self-control, and began to sample the products that he was moving. In no time at all, he found himself in trouble with his employers. Out of fear for his family, he sought an escape. With the Legion presence heavy in the area, and his family’s history in the Legion, he figured that joining would have been a good escape from his previous job. Doing so did not provide his family with security though, as shortly afterwards the farmstead was burnt to the ground. Titus was 18 at this time. Following the event, his parents decided life here was too dangerous, and chose to return to Hammerfell. Because of his Legion obligations, he could not follow them.
Angry, Titus revealed to the Legion the secrets of his past employers, and as a result brought about a series of severe attacks on one of the major traffickers. The fighting in Bravil eventually came to become less dangerous for the people there, and life returned to normal for the most part. Despite this, Titus and a series of other former traffickers were employed by the Legion to divulge the tricks-of-the-trade the traffickers used to further impede illegal activities in the region. Such were the roots of Titus’ life in cloak-and-dagger warfare.
A few years later, when the Stormcloak’s launched a rebellion in Skyrim, Titus had been sent north along with agents from elsewhere in the empire to begin operations against people who were supporting the Stormcloak rebellion. Whether they were supplying money, weapons, or information, if they were an enemy to the Empire, they were imprisoned or killed. Using a handy network of spies and assassins, the group Titus was a part of waged a quiet war beneath the civil war that tore Skyrim apart. All was going well for the Empire with the recent acquisition of Rift, when one night the farmstead that the agents had used as their headquarters was raided by a group of Stormcloak’s. Titus managed to escape to Ivarstead, though in the days that followed he had learned his comrades had all been cut apart, and that the pieces of their bodies had been sent to various Imperial bases and offices in Skyrim. Knowing that a grim fate awaited him should he be caught, he chose to make his way back to Fort Greymoor, which served as a staging area for imperials in Whiterun. Upon finding his way back to safety, he learned that the majority of his partners had been killed, while a few had fled or disappeared, which led the Legion to assume either one, or more than one of the agents had accepted money from the Stormcloak’s in return for information.
Such knowledge had sent Titus spiraling into his old ways of poor self-control. For the past month he had neither accepted an assignment from the Legion, nor had he left his room much. Instead, he drank his days away, festering on the idea that a comrade had betrayed him. His behavior had reached the point where the Legion no longer saw him fit for duty, and set his contract with them void until further notice. That was a week ago. By tomorrow, he was expected to leave the fort. When he had awoken that morning, he had little hope for his future. He assumed one day he would slither home to Hammerfell and live a life of poverty there once more, just like in Cyrodiil. Such thoughts only fueled his mead-drinking further. However, he had been forced to answer a knock on his door shortly after lunch time, and found a Legionnaire standing there with a coin purse and note. The soldier had told him a non-descript Nord had come to the Fort earlier that day with this stuff, addressed to Titus. The Nord had said that it was from his parents.
The falsity in the Nords explanation to the other troops was very apparent to Titus. Clearly whoever the Nord was, he was also an agent of whoever had written the letter. Titus’ chances of catching him were probably poor, as he had no idea where the man could have gone. Instead, Titus was left with a decision. Either he could play bounty-hunter for the mysterious letter writer, and ensure riches for both himself and his family, or he could slither off into the country side and live in a fashion akin to his younger days. The choice seemed rather obvious. He was an angry person, and he hated the Thalmor. Although serving the Legions interest in the region during his couple months here, he himself had asked for the blessings of Talos from time to time. Whether or not he received them is questionable, but in his heart he knew the Thalmor, not the people of Skyrim, to be the true enemy.
He sighed. Picking up the note, he looked through it one more time, again stopping on the prospect of his parents receiving benefits for his efforts. Though they themselves did not know it, it was entirely Titus’ fault that they were forced out of their home in Bravil. He felt guilty for his previous actions and knew that through this mysterious note, the chance at a better life was possible for his parents. He looked around the room at other papers scattered along the floor. They were all other missions which the Legion had been asking him to carry out. One was an investigation of the thieves’ guild, one was the targeting a member of the assassins’ guild, and the last was probing into any knowledge of a threat on Titus Mede II’s life. Given Titus’ experience in cloak-and-dagger warfare over the last few months, he was an obvious candidate for such missions, given their high importance. However, given his poor disposition as of late, the Legion had moved on. Titus was tired of fighting and instead chose to live a life of drowning in his own self-pity over the past month. As of a week ago, since his contract with the Legion was now declared void, he needed new employment. While he grew tired of playing the errand boy for politicians in Cyrodiil, or in this case, Hammerfell, he could not shake the prospect of helping both his parents, and the general good of the people in his actions. The Thalmor were pigs. Brutal in the execution of their ideals, they were an enemy to the people of the Empire, despite the fact that a pact said otherwise. The Legion did not try to hide their dislike of the Thalmor, and Titus himself had witnessed first-hand the punishment Talos worshippers had faced when he was in Solitude.
The more Titus recounted his time in Skyrim, the more he came to truly understand his dislike of the Thalmor. He had even in his time inadvertently led the Thalmor to success in their own missions through rooting out Stormcloak sympathizers. In seeing how they dealt with the Stormcloak’s, and general population of Skyrim, Titus had known them to be the true enemy. About a month prior to the incident that resulted in the butchering of his comrades, Titus and his partners had actually specifically requested the Legion to not make them work with the Thalmor anymore. Yes, it was common-knowledge that the Thalmor were despised by all, even if a pact between empires said otherwise.
Whether it was because he was drunk, or angry, Titus felt the motivation to follow the letters appeal. He wanted to kill this Thalmor. For his parents, for himself, and for some sort of repayment to the people that had suffered as a result of his previous work, he wanted this Thalmor to suffer. With dark ideas of what he could do to the unnamed agent in his mind, Titus began to pack up his room. He didn’t have Legion armor, as he was an agent as wasn’t intended to be noticeable, though he did have a dagger with the Legions insignia on it. He left that on the bed. Having the clothes of a common man on, with a steel broadsword sheathed around his waist, and a backpack full of stale bread, cheese, and mead, Titus chose to set out. The sack of money and letter he had were also within his back pack. Leaving his room, he looked into it one last time, gazing at the Legionnaire dagger left on his bed, before closing the door and moving on. Staggering his way through the halls of Greymoor, he emerged finally into the light of a glorious summer day. Despite the fact that the chill of Skyrim never seems to leave, the sun beat down upon Titus in warm rays as a crisp breeze blew in from the north. Having let his eyes adjust for a moment, he made his way across the forts courtyard to the gate. Soldiers watched him as he did so, laughing as he went. Titus likely appeared to be rather disheveled, having grown out both his brown beard and dirty blonde hair over the past month he spent in his skeever-pit of a room. Upon reaching Whiterun, he would have to clean up a bit at one of the inns. In fact, he would likely have to spend quite a few days in Whiterun just to determine where his target was, and what he was doing. He would have some difficulty reaching him, as he was staying in the Jarl’s keep, so patience on this mission would be a must.
And it was with those thoughts in mind that the young imperial Titus Sintav staggered drunkenly out of Fort Greymoor onto the road to Whiterun, commoners’ clothes and greasy beard dancing in the wind of a summer day. The civil war was all but over, with the last of the Stormcloak’s hold up in Winterhold or hiding in the hills. The winds of change crept down from the mountains and slid through the trees of Skyrim. The war may be at an end, but bloodshed was still on the horizon.
OOC: Hiya. Names Fubbles, I’m new to the Forums. Rather than finding an RP, I am instead attempting to refine my writing and storytelling skills. Creation of stories within the rich world of Tamriel has always been an interesting prospect to me simply because of the shear amount of information Bethesda has created for people to build from. The Lore of TES is simply astounding to me, and playing through Skyrim (I’ve also played Daggerfall and Morrowind as a kid, and Oblivion as a teen) has made me want to write about cloak-and-dagger style warfare following the end to the Civil War. This story assumes the civil war ends in a fashion favorable to the Empire, but in the interest of various parties, the efforts of the Aldmeri Dominion must be undermined. As a result, violence in Skyrim will continue for a long time. In playing games I often like to RP and create stories in my head as I play them, and this is one I’ve long considered.
So, while the writing may be poor and the grammar a bit off at times, I aim to write a story for you wonderful people! I have no idea how long it will be, but future posts will likely not be as long as this one was. I have trouble setting things up in introductory fashions, which is why it was so long. Sorry for the length of the read! Regardless, I hope you enjoyed it! I will be adding more in the future!