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Skyrim: The Wayward Dunmer: Ch 10Ryvren wasn't very concerned about the vampire's bite as he entered Jorrvaskr. It couldn't be that bad, could it? Well that was not the main problem right. When Kiera walked up to him with concern in her eyes, she asked, "Did you find her?"
"Yeah," he answered with a heavy heart. "But she's dead."
"They killed her, didn't they?"
"I did," the assassin admitted. "She was a vampire and she tried to bite me." And succeeded, he added to himself.
Her eyes fell to sadness. "That's awful. My former housecarl was killed by a vampire awhile back," she said sadly as her eyes looked away."Damn things," she hissed.
Ryvren then sighed, catching her attention. "Not only that, but she was against you. She wanted me to join with her to kill you and destroy the Night Mother so her- or we- could lead the Brotherhood." Even though she was dead, Keira had to know the truth. Their sister wasn't who they all thought she was.
She looked at him, taken aback by his words and he knew that she had her guar
Skyrim: The Wayward Dunmer: Ch 9That same night, Ryvren was hoping that Keira was going to return to Whiterun soon as he was watching the roads outside the city and sure enough, she did as the black horse was approaching the stables with the proud Nord woman atop. Dressed in a dark-green tunic that he got from the marketplace- just barely enough money now doesn't even have money to buy three potatoes- he hurried down to the stables as she was dismounting as the sun was beginning to set.
"Ryvren," she said, confused of seeing the dark elf as he approached her. "What are-"
"You have to tell Athis," he ordered straightforwardly.
"What?" The secret assassin arched an eyebrow.
"You must tell Athis about the Brotherhood," he said as anger was growing. She kept it from him this long and it was driving her husband mad. Did she even care?
"You know I can't do that," she said sadly as she led Shadowmere to the stable and began to remove his saddle.
"Why not? Your husband is worried sick about you," he hissed. "Do you not even
Skyrim: The Wayward Dunmer: Ch 8A couple of days past after meeting Muiri, Ryvren was still finding himself taking her silver ring from his pocket and admiring it. She said it was a good price to sell, but why would he sell it? That's the only thing he had of her and he knew that he wanted to see her again and the problem was that he didn't know when he would see her again, let alone be in Markarth. He took a deep breath, grabbed a pen and paper and set at the desk in the Sanctuary's sleeping quarters with the doors closed and stared at the blank paper. Okay. So he was going to write a letter. When was the last time he wrote a letter? Let alone a letter to a woman, and not to mention, the woman who was human. He just began to write.
I don't know when I'll be able see you again and I may want to see you, but write now the only thing I can do is write. I just want to make sure that things are going fine with you and if there are any problems, I want you to-
He crumpled up the letter and heavily sigh
Skyrim: The Wayward Dunmer: Ch 7The assassin drew his sword as the Nord approached him. Then the murderer struck first, but the Dunmer blocked it, making the fight quickly heat up. Jarrko swung his sword and slashed each way, trying to knock the elf off his feet. Ryvren stumbled back, making the hood fall off, revealing his face with his black shoulder-length, stringy hair with the black warpaint on his face.
Jarrko smirked at the dark elf. "At least I see who I'm going to kill."
The elf was just taking deep breaths, thinking about the contract. He was not going to fail his second one. He was an assassin. He was a member of the Dark Brotherhood and he was not going to let them down. He came fighting back strongly, and even knocked the sword out of his hand and held the tip of his own weapon to the contract's chest with a smile. "I win."
"Not yet!" He cried as he pulled out a dagger from his hip, went under the sword, and slashed at the elf's face, cutting him just under the eye on his cheek, making him wince at the p
Skyrim: The Wayward Dunmer: Ch 6About a week had past since Ryvren was apart of the Dark Brotherhood and things were going just fine. Dressed in his assassin armor and black warpaint, he was ready for anything. He even met the other member, an Argonian mage, Salith-ei, a typical green Argonian dressed in black and red robes of a mage with three scars over his right eye. He said that he was attacked by a Khajiit when he first arrived in Skyrim five years ago. Things were going well, even when the Listener went on a special contract for the Night Mother and to most of their relief, took the jester with her. That made him even believe in the Night Mother a little bit more than when he was first told about her.
"Ryvren," a smooth voice whispered, making the Dunmer face Aldryra, who led him to the back of the sleeping quarters. She closed the door and looked at him in the eyes with seriousness. "I have to ask you something."
"What is it?" He could see the suspicion in her crimson eyes.
"Do you really believe the whole Nig
Skyrim: The Wayward Dunmer: Ch5About a day past when Ryvren, dressed in his new ebony armor and usual warpaint, walked into Jorrvaskr of Whiterun, Keira approached him with a smile, dressed in her usual hide armor. "Welcome, back brother. I heard you did well with your job." She winked at him, indicating the contract and maybe the troll in Dawnstar.
He smirked, following along. "Yes, I did."
She then pulled out a pouch of gold from her own pouch and handed it to him. "400 gold for the troll."
The Dunmer smirked at the sight. "I like this job." He placed it in his own pouch on his hip and slowly looked around. "Is there anything else you want me to do?"
The Harbinger thought about it as she looked down, then looked back at him. "Ask Vilkas or Alea. They might have something for you."
The redheaded dark elf then walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll be back soon."
The Nord looked at him lovingly. "Be safe."
Athis gave her a thin smile. "I promise." He then kissed her lips then her forehead. "I'll be back
Skyrim: The Wayward Dunmer: Ch 4Ryvren just ignored the idea of the jester and just simply approached the three of them, mainly to Keira, who smile at the sight of his new archery gear. "Perfect." She then looked at him in wonder. "You still want your old sword, correct?"
The Dunmer shrugged. "Yeah. It still works."
The Listener turned to the table and handed him his iron sword that was inside the scabbard. "Nazir has a contact for you."
As he took the sword, he began to strap it on his waist and looked at the Redgaurd, who stood up and gave him a thin smile. "You're first contract is a Nord named Mikael in Whiterun."
Ryvren gave a curt nod of his head. "Got it."
"And try not to get caught. Or killed."
Keira chuckled, making the elf turn to her. "He'll do fine. Now go. The main entrance in upstair through a hall."
"Ooo," the jester sang, making them all look at him. "Our new brother's first contract!" He danced happily as his brown eyes beamed excitedly. "How exciting!"
"Um," Ryvren look at the other two in uncertain
Skyrim: The Wayward Dunmer: Ch 3As the other three torture victims were moaning in pain, Ryvren never felt such a failure in a very long time. He would just hang his head, thinking of what to do, but he knew that there was nothing in his power to get out of this sanctuary of the Dark Brotherhood. He was told five days had past and that the Listener was on her way and his fate was in her hands.He wouldn't care. He never feared death. He also heard rumors about the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim while he was in Morrowind, but never really paid any attention, now he just walked right into their territory. He would just roll his eyes as he would hear the jester, who was named Cicero, getting on the Redgaurd, Nazir's, nerves and the others would just laugh. "Just kill me already," he muttered as he just hung his head with his crimson eyes narrowed in annoyance.
"Listener!" The jester then cried happily.
Ryvren took a deep sigh. He no longer had to wait. His fate was near.
He then heard footsteps as near as the other prisoners
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