Ysmir, the Dragon of the North, was called by the grey-beards on high Hrothgarth. He was Dovahkiin, the legendary hero who could defeat the World Eater Alduin, but now he was an assassin. Not a simple assassin, but a member of the dark brotherhood, a follower of the father of Horror, Sithis. He was wearing his favorite black assassin outfit. And now, advancing in invisibility across a ship full of imperial soldiers, the assassin was walking towards his goal, which was in one of the cabins. This murder will restore the former glory of the dark brotherhood, which was at the bottom. Having found the desired cabin, the assassin silently opened the door and opened it and still silently entered it, but this did not help to hide from the eyes of the owner of the cabin. Emperor Titus Mid 2, the ruler of the Empire of Tamriel, looked at the assassin who entered his premises, he sighed wearily.
- Once again, I found Commander Marron a fool. I told him that the dark brotherhood can not be stopped by anyone and never. Come in, don't be shy, you're not here to admire me.
The assassin smiled, but because of his invisibility, the emperor could not see it. Throwing off the spell, Ismir looked into the eyes of the interlocutor and asked.
- You were waiting for me?
The emperor was not at all surprised by his appearance, having examined the assassin from head to toe, he said.
- Of course. We were destined to meet. With emperors and assassins forever so hmm? Yes, I must die, and you do not bear the blow. You can't change that, but maybe you could talk to the old man before you do your thing?
Ismir came closer, taking off his hood and mask, sat down on the emperor and said.
- I'm listening to.
The emperor looked into the face of the killer and smiled. He recognized his killer. Dovahkiin, a man with the soul of a dragon, and perhaps the next emperor of Tamriel. He could become one, Titus even wrote a will in which he indicated that Dovakin could sit on the throne if he received the support of the people, and this was not so feasible. Banishing all thoughts, the emperor began to speak.
- Thank you for your courtesy. You will kill me, and I do not resist my fate, but despite the path you have chosen, I feel a special ambition in you and I will ask you for one favor. An old man's dying wish. Many wanted my death, but only one dared to fulfill this desire, and this person, whoever he was, should be punished for his betrayal, and I ask you, when you receive payment for my death, kill your customer. Will you do me such a favor?
Ismir smiled warmly at the old man across from him as he took out the wine of the Surili brothers of 399 and glasses from his pocket vault, he filled them with wine and served one of the glasses to the emperor.
- I will do it Tit, you will meet at the father of Horror.
The assassin said and saluted with his glass. The emperor repeated the gesture and they both drank the wine. When they were done with it, they both put their glasses aside. Rising, the emperor spoke.
- Thanks. Well, now we can return to the urgent dialogue, I suppose.
Rising from a chair with a back, the emperor turned his back to Ysmir, his face looking at the deck of the ship. Assassin without hesitation took out the artifact of Sithis himself. The Teeth of Sithis, the so-called daggers enchanted to absorb the soul and send them straight to the father of Horror, with each kill, the strength and damage of the daggers increases and gives some properties to the owner, and even partial immortality. Truly the greatest artifact, and it went only to him, the chosen hearer of the brotherhood.
- Wait for Amon Motierre in the void emperor.
The last thing the emperor on Ysmir heard before he went into the void to the father of Horror to wait for his customer. His body fell to the floor, and his head rolled across the floor, staining the floor with blood. Bending down and staining his hand with blood, he left a bloody handprint on the wall with words.
"Dark Brotherhood Forever"
Smiling at his work, he was about to leave, when a more familiar voice of the system was heard in his head.
[Attention. The player under the nickname "Ismir" passed the path of the "Dark Brotherhood", received an award...
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You are invited to the "Dark Brotherhood" chat group, would you like to join it?....
Yes/ Not]
Assassin seemed to smile and clicked on "Yes."
[The player joined the "Dark Brotherhood" chat group first..... The title of "Hearer" (Administrator) of the group's chat was received.... Distribution of invitations.....
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"Lord of Death" joined the group
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"Self Proclaimed God" joined the group
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"Dark Wizard" joined the group
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"By Knowing Pain" joined the group
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Attention message he god..... {Good luck black hand, bring more souls to the void}
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Disappearing from the ship, the reborn man said.
- In all worlds I will leave a trace of the "Dark Brotherhood", For the Glory of the Father of Horror!
Ysmir said loudly as he entered the shelter under the surprised looks of Babette and Nazir.