Prologue

A hooded figure looked up at the approaching footsteps. The dark dungeon that hid under the roads and houses of Cheydinhal was cold and empty, so the footsteps attracted his attention.

A figure in tight, black armor strode up to him, and opened his mouth to speak. The hooded figure held up his hand, the signal to hold his tongue.

“You are back early, is something amiss?” The man asked. A dark, low voice escaped from the hood, and hit the smaller, armored figure. The armored figure’s eyes grew for a slight second, then shrunk back to their previous size. His words were as cold as the air, and split the tension which filled it.

“Speaker, he lies in the safe haven of the Imperial City Prison.” His voice quivered slightly, but only the tiniest bit.

“My dear Silencer, do I frighten you?” Apparently the hooded figure was able to detect the unease, “Why do you tell me this news?” His voice was still, but frightening all the same. The calm voice echoed through the halls.

“I seek your guidance, Speaker, as I cannot break in.” The armored figure responded, lowering his head slightly.

“You cannot break in, you say? I believe I made a mistake in appointing you my silencer, Bosmer.” The armored figure, apparently a Bosmer, flinched when he mentioned his race. It had caught him off guard, and had hit him hard.

“I think I misunderstand myself, Speaker, as I can and will break in. The Argonian will die.” The last sentence was spoken with anger, at which the hooded figure smiled at.

“My dear Silencer, you are just not too bright are you?” The Bosmer looked up, confusion in his eyes. “You are not to kill the Argonian, you are to bring him back here. Because killing a member of the Black Hand has great.. disadvantages.. which he will receive when the time comes.

“Silencer, what of his family?” The hooded figure asked. The Bosmer smiled at this, as it raised his confidence.

“Slain, Speaker. All four children and his wife were taken care of and disposed of.” He smirked at the last words, feeling empowered by them.

“Good, Silencer, now proceed with your mission. We have not a second to spare…”


Edit: Found some mistakes and corrected them.

Good stuff in my opinion, I will be reading on. I do hope the actual chapters are a little longer though. But I understand that was only the prologue

Why all italics

Anyway, the wording was a little strange, but nothing to be concerned about. The dialogue, as Redsrock would say, does not differentiate itself between the speakers. Both sound the same and it is a subtle art to avoid this. I myself am not entirely good at this, so don't worry.

The words are a bit confusing, I am not clear as to how he was confused about not killing his target. If someone should say that, I would expect one would keep it in mind. Also, it is a good idea not to reveal the plot this early. Though I'm sure you have more planned, even mentioning this is a little much. I would use a bit more cryptic language "Has it been done?" "No, master. I am sorry."

Anyway, I'm looking forward to hearing this plot. Thanks, keep it up :goodjob:

Thanks for the advice, guys. And Darkom, the Bosmer is supposed to be a little dull, and doesn't catch on quickly. It will play a vital role in these next parts. Thanks for the criticism.

Chapter 1
5 Days before Dark-Heart’s Hanging

Dark-Heart stared at the wall of the Imperial City Prison. He sat in an old, moldy, wooden chair with nothing but an apple core on the table beside him. He had been in here no less then two days, and had already been sentenced to a hanging.

He didn’t kill them.

Being part of the Fighter’s Guild can create enemies for somebody, such as Dark-Heart. He was simply doing work, fetching some Cave Mushrooms or something for a young Alchemist, when he ran into a hooded figure in the Cave. The hooded figure quickly attacked, but Dark-Heart was able to fell him, as he was not such an able fighter.

He didn’t kill them.

He remembered coming home from work, and walking into a room flooded with blood.
He remembered his three sons on the floor, each no older then seven years old, blood escaping from the cuts that peppered their body.
He remembered going upstairs, his partner missing half of her head, and his two daughters next to her, all dead.
He remembered sitting on the bed next to his dead wife, weeping.

Being part of the Fighter’s Guild can create enemies for somebody, such as Dark-Heart. He was simply doing work, fetching some Cave Mushrooms or something for a young Alchemist, when he ran into a hooded figure in the Cave. The hooded figure quickly attacked, but Dark-Heart was able to fell him, as he was not such an able fighter.

He quickly recognized the figure as a member of the Black Hand. He knew a lot about the Dark Brotherhood, taken that he was forced into the Guild because of his birthsign. But was able to escape his fate by fleeing to Bravil.

The Dark Brotherhood was out to get revenge for their fallen brother, and his family had suffered for his actions. He was accused of the crime, and sent to the Imperial City Prison, sentenced to death by hanging.

He knew that the Dark Brotherhood was still after him, their grudge not relieved until their bloodthirst was quenched. However, a hanging was better then being tortured and slaughtered by the Dark Brotherhood.

“Lizard!” A voice echoed. It pierced Dark-Heart’s thoughts and brought him back into reality.

An Imperial Guard stood by the gate, staring at the Prisoner.

Dark-Heart kept his gaze focused against the wall, not even caring to look at the Guard.

“Someone is here to see you.” The Guard said.

The Argonian looked at the Guard, breaking his stare. He blinked in confusion.

“Who bothers me?” He asked the guard.

A Bosmer stepped in front of the cage, so the Argonian could see him.

“Hello, friend!”