I can't wait for the chapter on the quest, Whodunit?

Yeah, I admit, one of the reasons I even started this fanfic was so I could write about that quest

I'm actually really looking forward to the Watery Grave quest too, though not for the reasons you might think. I have something very... special planned.

Sounds interesting! Whodunit?, is probably my favorite quest. It'll be interesting to see how you add your unique twist to it. I've played it over so many times...

Hello again! Words cannot describe my sorrow that I have been kept from this story. Ever since my sister got home, I haven't had the time to write full chapters. However, she has finally settled down, and I now have time again! At least for a while...

Anyway, I'm writing the re-entry chapter as we speak. It will answer the question of why Silvie killed Irroke the Wide. I have the general timespan worked out, at least for a few quests.

Oh, and it isn't important yet, but I'll say right now that I took a few liberties with the timeline. This story takes place about two years before Oblivion. It will be mildly significant later, but I felt like taking the opportunity to tell you all now.

Once again, I apologize for the delay. New chapter being written, like, now.

Chapter 0
Leaving

Silvie had grown up in Anvil. She had never left the city before, never even set foot outside the gates. But now she did. The years of her father's abuse and Alice's encouragement had finally given her the courage to leave.

Her pack was small, and she had only a simple iron dagger at her side for protection, but she felt powerful for the first time in her life. It was the first time she had done anything by her own choice, and it felt good. She was finally the one in charge. Alice was singing her praises as she stepped into the world outside Anvil's walls, and she couldn't help but smile ecstatically as she boldly moved forward along the Gold Road.

She had heard of people travelling all the way to Skingrad, or maybe even the Imperial city, in only a day, but she only made it too the Brina Cross Inn by the time the sky was getting dark. She got a room with what few Septims she had, not having realized how little she had taken. She didn't use her full name when the innkeeper asked either. She was sure her father would send people looking for her, and they would likely look here. She told them her name was "Silvie," what Alice had always called her. It wouldn't be hard to adjust to people calling her that.

The next morning she set off again, luckily avoiding any trouble from her father's search parties. Apparently they had taken the innkeeper's word that nobody with her name was staying there. Whether they had continued forward on the road or gone back, she never knew. There were several horses grazing outside the inn, already all saddled up to go, but she didn't take one. She had never ridden a horse, and didn't want to learn now. She also wasn't so keen to steal. While she knew she would eventually have to, she wanted to postpone it for as long as possible.

She only made it to the Gottshaw Inn by sunset, using the last of her money to get another room and once again giving the name "Silvie." The next morning she committed her first crime, she stole enough Septims for a few nights at a good hotel from behind the counter. She found sneaking around easy enough, and she had gotten up early enough that almost everybody was still asleep. She took the Septims and ran, getting as far as she could just in case. She passed Kvatch fairly early on, when the sun was still low, and was halfway to Skingrad as the day wore on. After some travelling in the dark, she got to Skingrad a few hours after sunset, luckily without incident. She spent her stolen money at the West Weald Inn.

She stayed there for a few nights, occaisionally managing to steal from a guest and sell it at the local general store. Of course, with her skill level, it wasn't long before she got caught. She skipped town as fast as she could, letting Alice handle it. While she was by no means a master mage, she knew enough Magicka to distract the guards and get out without getting caught. She made for the Imperial City, though she had to stay in the woods for a night. The next day she made it to Weye, and then crossed the bridge to the Imperial City.

She stayed in the Waterfront, along with the rest of the destitute. She learned a lot there, and made a lot of friends. She felt like she could start a new life there.

Unfortunately, it had to end. Three months after she arrived at the capital city of the Empire, she was caught trying to break into a house in the Temple District. She was thrown in jail, where she was harrassed by a rather cruel Dunmer, and the guards treated her almost as bad as her father had. The whole time, she was scared to death that they would take advantage of her. When she was released only two days later she ran out of town without a word to the people in the waterfront.

She decided she would go south, to Bravil. Maybe even to Leyawiin. She was wondering how long it would take before she ran to Cheydinhal, Bruma, and Chorrol. Her mind was racing as she stopped at the inn in Pell's Gate with what was, once again, the last of her money.

It was a very cold night, and she couldn't sleep. She left the inn and wandered the sleeping town, looking for an unlocked door. She found one at an average house, nothing out of the ordinary. There was a man sleeping inside, but she was a good enough sneak that she could move around without waking him. She didn't find any gold out and around, so she moved to drawers and such. The top drawer of the dresser next to the bed was locked, so she drew her knife and tried to pry it open. After working on it a while she succeeded, but it was very loud. The man woke up with a start, and Silvie froze.

"Who's there?" he got out of bed. The large Nord man lumbered towards her. "Whaddya' want?"

Silvie turned towards him, unable to breathe. "Get out of here!" Irroke yelled at her. "Get out of my house!"

She was terrified. She couldn't handle people yelling at her. Whenever her father had yelled at her, it hadn't ended well. She was petrified, the knife clutched tightly in her hand. He grabbed her by the shoulders to force her out, and her terror finally forced itself out. She closed her eyes and screamed, her hand thrusting forward.

After a wet thud she heard the man gasp, and she opened her eyes to find her knife embedded in the man's chest.

This is the first fan fiction I have ever read on these forums. And I must say, I am enjoying myself. At first, I expected it to be bad. I'd know everything that happened, since I know how the Dark Brotherhood questline plays out. However, you put your own twist on it, and for that I am impressed. Even if not on purpose, I'd find myself straying back to the questline, instead of implementing my own ideas. I like the idea of a character with a split-personality, and you are very detailed in your description of the killings, and the characters' emotions as they take a life. This is based off of the Dark Brotherhood questline, which I imagined meant that you copied it, but off that base you've built a great story, much to my surprise.

To end by incessant babbling, I'd like to say that I look forward to your next installment. Keep up the good work!

Well, I'm glad I was your first

Thanks for your kind words, and you can definitely look forward to the completion of this tale

I have read all of your story, and I have enjoyed it quite a bit. I like the dual personality and the little twists you make yourself.

Unfortunately --and don't take this the wrong way-- I did not like the most recent chapter.

I'm sorry! It just seemed rushed and in very little detail is all. And it all seemed to read differently then the rest of the story. (if that makes any sense at all). It obviously is me, and my opinion, which is very insignificant.

I look forwards to the rest of the story.

Yes, it was indeed very rushed. I was kind of rushing through it, trying to cover as much as I could in as little time as possible. Not to mention I had LOTR and Cars playing in the background, which was very distracting.

In any case, I'll be spending much more time on the chapters, or at least I'll try too. Not sure if I'll have much time tomorrow, since I have to register for school ( :deal: :bolt: ), but I'll try to get one up because I'll be gone camping for the rest of the week.

Wow, school hasn't even started yet and I'm having trouble updating. I'm going to guess that chapters will have at least a week between them most of the time. Well, here is Chapter 8. Enjoy.

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Chapter 8
Shadows within Shadows

Alice went to sleep shortly after her introductions. Even though it was probably still mid-day, her body was very tired and needed to rest. The bed that was provided for her wasn't exactly fit for the Tiber Septim Hotel, but it was better than the bed Silvie had slept in for most of her life. The two girls quickly fell into a deep, restful sleep.

Silvie woke up first, to a dagger at her throat.

She and the person holding the knife were the only ones in the room. Even Schemer the Rat had vanished. None of the candles or torches were lit. Instead, an eerie green glow was coming from the Khajiit who was holding the knife. The glow was faint, just barely enough for Silvie to make out his outline, enhancing the scariness of the feline assassin.

"Rise and shine, newest Sister," he whispered darkly. "Or do I have the daughter of Sheogorath?"

Silvie gulped and breathed quickly. How often did one wake up with a dagger at her throat? Was she going to die? "I-I'm Silvie," she forced out.

"Good," the Khajiit replied, taking a deep breath through his nose. "I could smell your fear if I had cotton swabs in my nose. You are going to die on your first real contract, I can tell. What are you even doing here?"

Silvie was dumbstruck. "L-Lucien came a-and-"

"Lucien is a fool if he thinks you are capable of working with us," he cut her off. "Anybody can see that you're nothing but a pathetic little girl who can't even keep a grip on her own mind."

Her father had used similar taunts in a failed attempt to keep her in line. It was different now though; the Khajiit was deliberately demoralizing her.

"While the Tenets prevent me from killing you," he withdrew the blade, bending in close to whisper in her ear, "I don't have to like you. Besides, you'll be dead soon enough anyway." He pressed a finger against her forehead. "And this goes for your twisted little friend in there too. This family doesn't need any outsiders."

And then he was gone. He vanished without a sound, taking his faint glow with him.

Silvie sat motionless in the dark. She had never really had a fear of the dark, but now she was alone with an assassin who obviously wouldn't mind finding new, painful ways to kill her, and she couldn't see a thing. She looked around desperately for any hint of light, but found none. She lay there, crying silently, for a very long time before sleep finally overtook her again.

The sleep wasn't so restful this time.

Silvie was standing in a clearing. She felt happier than she had in a long time as the warm sun shone onto her smiling face. She spotted a lone cloud drifting lazily in the sky. As it drifted in front of the sun, the scene suddenly changed.

She was no longer in a sunny clearing, but in the center of a dark forest, the sounds of a thunderstorm raging all around her. She was running, terror coursing through her, but she had no idea why. Then a roar sounded behind her as the enormous mountain lion chased her through the trees, an inch from catching her.

The forest added its own chorus to the thunder, wind and rain as birds and other animals erupted from everywhere, slowing her down just a fraction, but it was enough for the mountain lion to catch her. It pounced on top of her, knocking her to the ground. Silvie whimpered as the beast lowered its head, its breath hot upon her neck.

It growled once before plunging sharp, pointed fangs into her throat.

She suddenly woke again, but this time it was to Antoinetta Marie's worried face. "Everyhting alright, Sister?"

Silvie lunged out, but not to strike. She wrapped her arms around the other Breton as she sobbed into her shoulder. Antoinetta responded by putting her arms around the sobbing girl and rocking her back and forth, humming soothingly.

What else could she do for her troubled Sister?

Finally. :slap:

:P

I did like it, and look forwards to some more, but it seemed like it ended abruptly for some reason. The flow didn't seem to fit, for some reason. :shrug:

I may need to get back to school though. My brain doesn't work the same during the summer.

But I still look forward to the next chapter. Marie and Alice in the same bed together... Just Kiddin.

I love this Fanfic, its easily the best i've read on these forums so far.

The whole dual personality has inspired me to bring an Old RP character out of Retirement to =) nice going lol.

Everything is well delivered and well writen, save for the few typos here and there, but who doesnt do typos now and then?

Keep up the good work, cant wait to read more now that im officialy hooked.

This fanfic is getting better. It no longer seemes rushed and I like storys that way.
I also like the way you didn't exacly stick to the words that the characters say in the game. Things like that give your characters alot more
of the personality and feeling that most stories lack.

I can see that if this keeps going it could become one of the more famous fanfics on the forums.... :twirl:

I totaly agree, the only time the NPC text should not be changed if is Silvie for some reason meat lord Rudgumph >.< that guy is the funniest orc in existence.

"Hello, my name is Lord Rugrumph, how may i persist you?"

P.s im pretty sure i got his name wrong ^.^

Well, I don't know what to say! You willing to put that in writing? :deal:

Chapter 9
Contracted

Silvie sighed as she left Cheydinhal's west gates without a horse. She would have very much liked a horse, even without any experience on them. Alice could handle that. But she had to go on foot, since she was supposed to be lower class. Like the kind of people in the Waterfront District of the Imperial City.

She trembled to think of her destination, and not just because it was where her first real contract awaited his death. She had lived at the Waterfront for a few months before the incident in Pell's Gate. She had made friends there, created bonds, but she was worried about something more. Or, more specifically, someone she had been a bit more than 'friends' with.

But she shook the thought from her head. Even though it wasn't much easier to concentrate on the fact that she was going there to kill somebody, it was preferable to thinking about Felix.

She had been called to Vicente's quarters a few days after M'raaj-Dar had 'introduced' himself, and the whole group had listened in through the door as the vampire gave Silvie her first contract. "I don't know how you feel about pirates," he had began, "but you're going to kill one."

Silvie didn't have a very high opinion of pirates. Many a walk around the usually pleasant streets of Anvil had been ruined by a group of rowdy seamen, and pirates were the worst ones. Cat calls, whistles, thinly veiled threats... she knew that only the constant presence of the Guard had kept them from taking her. As long as she thought of him as a pirate instead of a man, she would be able to do the deed.

If she made it to him, at least. He was the captain of the Marie Elena, and would be aboard his ship. And guarded by all of his crew. It wouldn't be easy to find a way inside and kill the pirate without alerting his men. But she knew that Vicente woiuldn't give her a contract that he didn't think she could handle; she could tell that the man cared for her, as did everybody else in the Sanctuary. Except for M'raaj-Dar, of course. He had been all to glad to see her go, and didn't hide his expectation that she would die. And the rest of the family hadn't been to happy with him, especially Antoinetta Marie. The girl was quickly becoming Silvie's best friend. Aside from Alice, of course.

Her only regret about having to leave was that she hadn't met Mathieu Bellamont. Everybody spoke of him with such respect, such adoration... it seemed the only man they repected more was Lucien Lachance. He would likely return while she was out on her contract, and he would soon leave again. They said he never spent much time in the Sanctuary. He prefered to stay at his own abode, and nobody knew where it was. It would have been rude to spy on their brother.

She talked with Alice to pass the time. They hadn't done that since the months at the Waterfront, and it felt good to do nothing but talk to each other. It was a bit ironic that the Waterfront was the destination.

Two days later they arrived at the Roxey Inn. They both so preferred a bed to the ground they had been on the previous night, Silvie paid for a room and, with perhaps a little extra dramatic flare, collapsed onto the bed even though there was still a good hour or two of good travelling time left in the day.

She was a little worried about the contract. She had no idea how she was going to get into teh captain's cabin, let alone without alerting the crew. And then there were M'raaj-Dar's words...

"You're going to die on your first real contract, I can tell."

She knew he was just trying to get to her, but not even Alice's encouragement could get her mind off of those words. What if she did die? What would happen after that? She had no desire to find out what afterlife awaited her, if any. The Daedra were little more than devils in her mind, and the Nine Divines seemed content to order about the living. Perhaps she would indeed go to Sithis when she died? She shivered as she thought of the cold, dark void, and couldn't imagine spending eternity there.

As she set out the next morning, her steps were much slower. Somebody would be joining Sithis before this contract was completed, and she dearly hoped that it wouldn't be her.

I can't believe I've waited this long to read this. This is easily one of the best fan-fics I've read, and that says something- I've read a lot. I can't wait for the next installment. Keep going! This last chapter is much better than your first one, and if you keep working they'll only get better. :goodjob:

FINALLY!!!

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Chapter 10
Heritage

Silvie spent the night in Weye before entering the Imperial City, It seemed like a good idea; she'd have a full day to investigate or whatever it was assassins did before a kill, she guessed. Not to mention she would be well rested, something both she and Alice agreed was important.

Even though it wasn't even luch time, the Imperial City was already bustling. The white-stoned streets were packed with citizens, tourists, and a few beggars, though they usually stayed closer to the Waterfront. The Talos Plaza was filled with a crowd of people, either going on their way or staying to chat. Some were dashing towards the Market District, some walking leisurely to the Temple District, a few tourists gazing at the white stone buildings and the White-Gold Tower that rose up from the city center... it seemed like a normal day, from what she remembered of her time there.

She turned right as she got to the Plaza, heading toward the Temple District, and from there she would head to the Waterfront. As she moved through the crowds, she heard snippets from other peoples' conversations. A lot of them seemed like they had the same focus, as if something big had just happened. She hated being out of the loop, even though she usually was, so she listened in as best she could.

And she didn't appear to be the only one. A middle-aged Nord man walked up to another man she was standing close too and asked, "What's going on? Everybody's talking about some Traven guy."

Silvie froze. Traven?

"You mean you haven't heard?" The young Dunmer seemed as though he couldn't believe it. "The Mages Guild has a new Archmage, Hannibal Traven."

The Nord's face showed his lack of recognition. The Dunmer sighed in response. "He was the head of the chapter in Anvil. I hear the vote was almost unanimous. He's only been in office for a few days, and he's already announced a ban on Necromancy. I hear his daughter disappeared a few months ago, poor man..."

Silvie left quickly, not wanting to hear any more. Doubtless, the mer wouldn't mention that his daughter had ran away from him because of the tortures, the beatings, the terror. He wouldn't say how Hannibal Traven hadn't allowed his daughter to even roam the city alone, always providing her with some terrible Daedra as an escort. How he hadn't allowed her to have any friends, for fear that news of his... private behavior would get leaked out.

That was why she had ran away, why she had left the name Silvia Traven behind her.

Alice was trying to calm her down as she stormed out of Talos Plaza, moving quickly towards the Temple District. Silvie had never been so worked up before, so angry. She wasn't even hearing Alice, not even thinking about why she was so mad. She couldn't bear the thought of Archmage Hannibal Traven. Such a man, in control of such power...

You're overreacting, Alice said, trying to soothe her, but she still kept storming along, walking past the Temple of the One without sparing it a glance.

The Dark Elf had spoken so highly of him, as if her respected the man. How could anybody respect such a man? The mer didn't know that half of it, nobody did. Only Silvie knew the full story of her father, what he had done to her and her mother, why he hated Necromancy so much.

She hardly noticed when she got to the docks of the Waterfront District. She was fuming about the injustice that her father, Hannibal Traven was the Archmage of the Mages Guild. It was just so... so wrong. How could the man who had tormented her since she was a little girl be in charge of the Guild? Alice, admittedly, wasn't too happy about it either. She was probably the only person who hated the man more than Silvie, but she remembered what they were here for. They were here to kill Gaston Tussaud, captain of the Marie Elena. But no matter how forcefully Alice shouted it at her, Silvie wouldn't hear her. Couldn't hear her.

"Watch out there!" a voice called as a hand grabbed her. She shook the rage out of her eyes to see that she had been about to walk off the pier and into the water.

She took a breath to calm herself and turned to thank the man who had stopped her. "Thanks. I was a little distracted and..."

For the second time, she froze, her eyes going wide. Her past had already found her once today, and now it had found her again.

Very nice, I look forward to the next installment

sorry for the delayed response but jsut want to give my opinion on this scentence. I dislike



I think it sounds better as



I also beleive that the period is not needed



I vote scratch the period and add a comma



or as you had had it.



Or as a mid point between our approaches,



My two main gripes with that scenetence where the period because it did not sound natural and the word kind of people, once again I believe that did not sound natural.