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Unholy Needs	By : vivalavioletta Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Oblivion Views: 6928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She was feeling watched. Thindril hated to feel watched, especially when she was actually being watched and especially when she person that was watching her was someone that she didn't knowyet.
"Oh, you're awake, sweet sister!" A blonde girl grinned while Thindril slowly opened her eyelids. The girl's voice was sharp and loud. Too loud for someone who had just woken up.
"Who are you?" Thindril asked abruptly.
"Antoinetta Marie!" She answered in a rather bubbly-ish manner. "I heard your name is Thindril! Do you like the Sanctuary so far?"
"I've barely seen it." Thindril answered idly while putting her shoes on. She was feeling so starving and even though she barely knew the Breton girl, Thindril wanted to get away from her and her annoying voice as soon as she could.
"Oh, you need to know your way around here, yes, yes!" Antoinetta nodded. "I was so excited to hear that we were going to have a new sister! We're going to be great friends!" She grinned.
Thindril sighed. "Okay, Antoinetta, let's have some rules in our relationship, alright?" She told her, still rather sleepy. "Firstly, you don't stare at me when I sleep. I know when I am being watched." She paused while getting up. "Secondly, don't speak so loud. You're giving me a headache." Thindril notice Antoinetta's grin slowly disappear from her face. "And thirdly… spare me the cheap talk. I had enough of that during the parties that my second husband liked to organize." Thindril stood up and looked down to the Breton, smiling politely. "Other than that, it is nice to meet you." And with that said, Thindril left the sleeping quarters and headed to the kitchen, leaving the annoying Breton alone.
Thindril would just grab something to eat before meeting this Vicente Valtieri. Her stomach was growling and threatening to eat itself. Once in the kitchen, she saw a bunch of sweetrolls on the table and took the liberty of eating one before heading towards Vicente's room. She knocked the door gently and waited for his response.
"Come in." A soft, but firm voice echoed inside the room. Thindril walked in and closed the door behind her, her eyebrow raised slightly when she noticed that Vicente Valtieri was a vampire but she kept her cool since he didn't seem threatening.
"Oh! There you are!" The vampire smiled to her, showing his sharp fangs. "Please, have a sit."
Thindril sat in front of him. "Please, do not let my appearance… unnerve you, Thindril." He started. "The needs and Tenets of the Dark Brotherhood come before my own needs as a vampire." Vicente explained, smiling again.
"Oh, no, it doesn't unnerve me." Thindril told him and smiled back. "I must admit that I was surprised. It's not everyday that you see a vampire, but when you think about it, it makes perfect sense." She said and then smirked. "After all, vampires are natural hunters."
"Indeed, sister!" He nodded. "That's one of the reasons why I joined our family. Here my qualities are greatly appreciated, but enough about me. What can you tell me about you?"
"I lived in Kvatch, I was married five times, I like painting and reading. I used to collect things but the Deadra burned my house down." Thindril shrugged before chuckling. "I'm good at manipulating people and at learning how they work. I think that can be rather useful in this job, right?"
"Yes, Thindril, I heard about your dead husbands. You are the black widow if the family, huh?" Vicente chuckled, Thindril smiled. The fact that everyone in Brotherhood seemed to know that she actually murdered her husbands made her a bit uncomfortable, but proud as well. "As one of the oldest members of this family, I provide assignments for all the new family members and I also provide training. We are going to spend much time together for you will need that training in order to fulfill more... complicated contracts." Vicente paused before leaning back on his chair. "However, I do have a simple contract for you. Do you think you're ready to accept it?"
Thindril nodded. "I am all ears."
"Since you are new to our family, I must explain you what a contract is really about." He started with his calm and soft voice. "A contract is a secret pact one enters into the Dark Brotherhood. They provide us with gold, and we remove someone from existence."
"The Black Sacrament, yes…" She whispered, more to herself.
"Yes, one must pray to the Night Mother to contact the Dark Brotherhood. This contract is fulfilled by a skilled assassin such as yourself, who keeps the Dark Brotherhood's end of bargain. So it has always been. Most contracts allow you to gain bonuses if you are able to meet some parameters." The vampire paused. "Any questions?"
"No, please proceed."
"Good." Vicente smiled. "Now, I do not know how you feel about pirates, but you've got to kill one. A captain, in fact. On his ship. Surrounded by his crew. Interested?"
"Very." She gave him a small smirk and leaned forward to him.
"Excellent. Here is what you must do. Go to the Waterfront District in the Imperial City. There you find a ship named the Marie Elena. Board the ship and kill its captain, Gaston Tussaud. He'll be in his cabin. You can eliminate Tussaud in any manner you see fit." Vicente explained with a small note on enthusiasm in his voice.
"I know that man, he used to be one of my husbands' friends." Thindril paused before sneering. "He was such a pig."
Vicente laughed lightly. "Oh, then that will give some extra fun, huh?" He paused before leaning forward like he was about to tell her a secret. "The pirates have been moving a lot of cargo lately. You maybe be able to smuggle yourself onboard in one of the packing crates."
"Yes, that could work." Thindril nodded. "It would definitely be better for me to wait instead of attacking the whole crew."
"Exactly, get into the habit of asking your fellow siblings about any current contract. Their insight may be proven invaluable." Vicente advised.
"Yes, after all, you are all far more experienced than me, right?" The Dunmer smiled.
"We are. But it's not everyone who kills five men and lives to tell the tale, Thindril." Vicente smiled while poured some blood into his coup. "I'd offer you some, but I am afraid that you would not like its taste."
She chuckled. "I probably wouldn't. Thank you, anyway."
"We will start your training in Fridas, I trust you will survive this easy contract. If you manage to slip into the boat, you will probably only have to unsheathe your dagger to kill Tussaud." Vicente then got up and finished. "Now I must take my leave. I also have contracts to take care off. May you walk in the shadow of Sithis, sister."
"You too, brother." Thindril smiled and walked off to common room. In there she saw other family members that she hadn't seen before. There was another Argonian, this one was a male and with red scales, a tall and large orc and a wood elf. All three were sitting around a table, laughing about the orc's latest contract. His voice was so powerful and deep that it echoed in the whole Sanctuary.
"Oh, look!" The Bosmer smiled when she saw Thindril. She was very tall and thin, but also muscular. "Aren't you our newest sister? My name is Telaendril, it's so nice to meet you!"
"You're Thindril, eh?" The orc asked. "I am Grogon gro-Bolmog, just call me Grogon. My name is too damn big, I know. This is Teinaava." The orc pointed to the Argonian who nodded. "It's very nice to meet you, sister!" The lizard said.
"Likewise!" Thindril smiled and nodded. "You all seem to know my name already, huh?"
"Yes, Ocheeva told us about you. Have a seat, sister." Telaendril said. "Let us talk, have you met everyone already?"
"I've met Ocheeva, Vicente, Antoinette and Lucien, obviously." Thindril answered.
"Oh, she hasn't met M'raaj-Dar." Grogon noted in a suspicious tone.
"Who?" Thindril asked.
"The Khajiit." The Argonian explained. "He is a good friend once you get past his… suspicious nature."
"Yet…" Telaendril sighed. "Listen, sister, we don't want to scare you off but M'raaj-Dar isn't looking forward to meet you." The Bosmer warned.
"Why?" Thindril raised her eyebrow.
"That cat is a bit of an anti-social." Grogon shrugged. "Oh, but I know he will warm-up to you! It's a matter of time, you shouldn't be so worried, Telaendril! You might frighten our newest sister." He chuckled.
"Oh, don't worry, I am used to not be liked by people." Thindril laughed. "I can always ignore him."
"Yes, that works best, sister." Teinaava nodded. "And it's the smartest attitude."
"Well, no matter! The rest of us are quite happy to have you here!" Telaendril grinned. "So, tell me, how long have you been in Cyrodiil?"
"About fifteen years, I think. I moved here when I married my last husband. He was an Imperial and people in Morrowind were starting to talk too much about my other husbands' mysterious deaths." Thindril smirked slightly. "So I had to move, you see."
"What? You killed all your husbands?" Grogon raised his eyebrow. "A hell of a danger, that's what you are woman. Have you ever killed one of your kind?"
"My kind? Female? Well, yes…" Thindril bit her lip while remembering the incident at the farm. Surprisingly, that day now seemed to had happen long ago. Her integration in the Dark Brotherhood helped her get through the agony that it had caused her, yet, it still hurt to remember it. "But I was defending myself, does that count?"
"No, not really." Teinaava chuckled. "Was it a bandit?"
"No." She answered plainly, hoping that they wouldn't ask any more questions.
"So, do you have a contract already?" Telaendril had noted her discomfort towards the matter, unlike the other two family members. Thindril was relieved when she changed the subject and gave her a thankful look. "I do, indeed." Thindril answered with a small smile.
"Let us hear it, then!" Grogon exclaimed.
"I have to kill captain Gaston Tussaud, he owns the Marie Elena. You know, the big ship in the Waterfront district?" Thindril explained.
"Pirates, eh? They tend to be quick, and good with a blade, but don't favor armor. They're not fond of bows or spells, either." Telaendril commented.
"Yes, but I will kill him inside his cabin, so a bow wouldn't really be useful." The Dunmer explained. "I know a little about destruction, though." She smirked.
"The Marie Elena, you say?" Teinaava wrinkled his nose, or at least Thindril thought he did. She was never good at deciphering Argonian's expressions. "I've seen that ship. There's a unique balcony at the stern. My guess is it leads to the captain's cabin. Could be useful." He smiled.
"Oh, really? I'll use that balcony to leave the boat unnoticed then and then I can swim." Thindril said, more to herself.
"Yes, that sounds wise. It is not pleasant to face an angry crew." Teinaava noted.
"Eh, I would smash some skulls if I were you, but whatever." The orc paused before grinning. "The great thing about killing a target up close and personal is you can talk to 'em before you do it! You know, say something scary!" His laugh roared in the Sanctuary again as he remembered something funny. "For example, this one time I had a contract to kill a little Nord girl at her birthday party. She asked me if I was the jester! So I said to her."No, I am a messenger of death." You should have seen the look on her face!"
Teinaava shared his laugh, Telaendril shook her head but smiled. Thindril was firstly shocked but ended up laughing as well. "I won't even want to know how you killed her."
"I choked her to death, or at least it was my intent, I actually ended up breaking her neck." Grogon shrugged. "Anyway, she won't be seeing age six!"
"I will work on my speech while waiting inside the crate. I am going to smuggle myself onboard." Thindril smirked. "I will have plenty of time to think."
"Just make sure you make the most of it, sister. That's the most important, oh, and keep yourself alive as well." Telaendril advised.
"Surely! Dying would be so embarrassing. I would hate to disappoint you all" Thindril chuckled. "I will be off my way, then." The elf said before getting up. "Thank you for your advice!" She smiled to them.
"No problem, sister!" Teinaava nodded. Thindril then headed to the sleeping quarters to get her dagger and put her brand new armor on. The Dunmer noticed how the armor fit her perfectly, like it was almost her own skin. As Ocheeva said, it was also quite light and comfortable. Thindril tied the dagger to her belt near her waist and left the Sanctuary, heading to the South gate. She felt rather excited about her first contact, but rather nervous as well. One thing was certain, honoring her family was all that mattered for now.
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