Fate of the Assassins

Blythe, a young Nord woman, just arived in Windhelm to join up with the Stormcloaks when she heard the whispers in Candlehearth Hall. A boy? Contacting the Dark Brotherhood? Dangerously futile! She had too see for herself, make sure the Brotherhood stayed away from the city walls. Little she knew how much more trouble she would encounter in this than being a Stormcloak.

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5. Innocence Lost

Blythe arrived in Windhelm on the 30th of Frostfall at 8:47 at night. Tired and cold, she hobbled into the tavern in front of her.

"Come on in. If it's food and drink, go upstairs; if it's rooms, right down the hall for rent. If you need anything, I'm Elda Early - Dawn, just let me know." The frail old woman that reminded Blythe of her mother spoke.

"Have you heard any rumors lately? I went past Anga's Mill earlier and she was scared when I said I was headed here." Blythe squeaked.

"Oh, I know what she's talking about; the Arentino Residence. Don't go near there, the place is cursed!" Elda said.

"What's wrong with it?" Blythe asked, but was ignored by Elda. So she went outside and decided to find the Arentino Residence.

Blythe wandered around the city until she managed to overhear a harsh conversation between a dunmer and a child.

"I heard Aventus Arentino left that old lady at the orphanage and returned here. Can I see if he can play?" The child pleaded the lady.

"Grimvar, don't. You must stay away from him, he's a strange child." The dunmer spoke to the child, named Grimvar.

"Aw, but why?" Grimvar complained, "Is it because he is performing the Black Sacrament?" He added with a little side smirk.

"No! We must stay away. You are to never speak to that child ever." With that, they walked away.

I looked around further before sneaking up to the door. Of course, much to my demise, the door was locked. It didn't need a key, lucky, but a few broken lock picks and many curse words later, the door unlocked.

I wasn't even up the stairs yet when I heard the voice of a small child, no younger than the one I encountered earlier, repeating the smart sentence over again, "Sweet mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear."

Blythe stood at the steps of the staircase until the child grew weary, "I'm so tired…" She walked up, finally, and met the boy in a room surrounded in candles with things on the floor.

Blythe cleared we throat, letting the boy know of her presence, "You came, it finally worked! I've been calling and calling, not you've answered! The Dark Brotherhood…"

"Oh…uh…yes. I'm here, what do you need?" The Nord woman stammered.

Aventus lowered his voice before responding, " I need you to kill someone. The old lady, Grelod the Kind, at the Honorhall Orphanage in Riften."

Blythe didn't know how to respond to something like that, killing a poor old lady for fun? The thought pondered in her mind before she shrugged and took the job.

Riften wasn't far from here, but Blythe figured to take the horse carriage anyways. She was tired from her journey from Whiterun to do anymore walking than she should have.

When she reached the main gate to Riften, she was greeted by a guard asking to pay a fine. Blythe didn't need to tangle with guards right now, when she's about to murder in cold blood, so she paid the fine and made her way to the orphanage.

When she entered, a young girl greeted her by the entrance, "I'm sorry, but the children aren't up for adoption, Grelod won't let them go. You'll have to come back another time." She traced her steps back into her bedroom and shut the door enforce Blythe walked further in the shelter.

Grelod, she presumed, was the old lady yelling at the four young children. She threw nasty sayings here and there, making them tear up and have to agree with her words. When Grelod was finally finished with her yelling, they all went to bed.

Blythe waited until she knew for sure that they were sleeping before making her way into The old hag's bedroom. Before thinking, Blythe took a unique poison from her satchel and forced the liquid down Grelod's throat. Blythe disposed of the bottle and checked to she if the lady was breathing still; she wasn't.

Blythe became paranoid when she heard movement from the other side of the wall, so she ran out the back door to the field of the orphanage before jumping over the walls of the city and making her way back to Windhelm and the boy. When she stopped in the same old, stone town, guards were talking about the murder and how it was tragic. The only tragedy was how badly those kids suffered, Blythe thought.

Blythe opened up the door to the Arentino residence and saw the boy still chanting in the room where she first met him, "She's dead, you know. You can finally stop with the black sacrament."

Aventus looked up to Blythe with hope, "She's really dead? Wow, thank you so much. As promised, here's your reward. It's not much, but I hope you like it!"

Blythe accepted the token and set it in her satchel uneasily. Something about murdering someone in cold blood made the nord's stomach churn, she didn't like this feeling inside. What would her parents think? He couldn't do anything to put them in harm's way, she didn't want his to happen to anyone else. She had to destroy the Dark Brotherhood, what ever it takes.

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