User:M.trix/Fanfic
The Listener’s saga: The Sundered Brothers
"The petals of the night mother rest soundly on the rose of Sithis which is held by the Black Hand, but the hand should beware the lethal thorns on the rose"
It was a rainy day in the city of Leyawiin with the rain beating down as hard as a hammer being swung by an Orc Berserker. Torrents of rain fell onto the roads of the city with the plants rejoicing at the water flow and sprouting up all over the streets and tangling around them like an overgrown mess. People were milling about this thunderous storm going about there daily business while hearing Cingor vainly advertise membership for the Fighter's Guild. The poor districts of Leyawiin with buildings more like run down hovels than anything were flooded as the pools they rested by had over flown. The beggars sat huddled under the tall and colorful buildings soaked and miserable asking for spare change and gladly taking it when someone would pity them enough and give a septim or two to them.
An Argonnian sat in this water drenched environment huddled behind Leyawiin’s armorer smithy, a tall building like most of the other buildings in Leyawiin named "The Dividing Line". His scales were colored red with tints of blue and splotches of green spread about and he had spines on his head. his face has gaunt and he looked as if he hadn’t eaten in days. He wore a torn and ragged pair of light brown linens and a hunters vest that provided little protection in the tempest. His name was Rekkeju and he was miserable and soaked to the bone. He was born and raised in Leyawiin with his parents dead at the age of six. He then proceeded to raising himself up on the streets as an opportunist thief trying to make it by.
He had just broken into "The Dividing Line" in hopes of making more money then he usually did only to alarm the proprietor of the smithy(A master Redgaurd smith named Destarine who has an Argonnian apprentice named Tun-Zeeus) who came storming down the stairs brandishing his finest piece of work, A Battle axed named Destarine's cleaver and wearing a burgundy outfit. Rekkeju, who only had enough time before the Redgaurd stormed down to take a dagger made of iron, a few gold coins, and a couple iron arrows, immediately panicked. The Redgaurd seeing a thief left no time for negotiation and started rushing in with his axe ready to split him in half. Afraid that this might be the end of his life, Rekkeju did the first thing that came to mind. He threw his stolen dagger at the Redgaurd. The Redgaurd, an in-experienced warrior, paid no heed to the dagger that was now zipping towards his head and that was his un doing as the blade of the dagger plunged deep into his skull tearing away at the bone and mauling the brain inside his cracked cranium. His lifeblood started to gush out as he fell down to the floor dead. In shock of the his near perfect hit and the fact he was able to kill the brute he gingerly walked towards the dead body of the smith almost expecting the Redgaurd to jump up and swing that cruel axe of his at his face. But the dead body didn't stir and the soul and completely left the mortal husk.
Rekkeju stalked over the body almost admiring the kill thinking that maybe he was born to kill, but the thought only lingered for no more than for a second of the Redgaurd's Argonnian apprentice was calling down from the upper levels wondering if his master was alright followed by the foot steps of the Argonnian's bare feet shuffling over the wood plank surface of the building. Rekkeju not wanting to be detected twice pulled the dagger out of the deceased blacksmith's blood soaked head and sprinted towards the nearest window and jumped out into Leyawiin's rainy day leaving Tun-Zeeus to find his "pleasant" surprise lying dead on the floor as an unseen figure cloaked in black stalked out of the room.
Rekkeju sat under the still open window as he heard the scream of fear and panic and the string of curses and denial being spewed from the blacksmith's apprentice. Almost feeling good even pleased at the kill (which he later wondered why) he absorbed the Argonnian’s anguish feeding his own already mounting bloodlust. These feeling vanished into the rainy air though as he saw the had of the blacksmith's apprentice pop his head out of the open window searching for the thief that became the assassin. The apprentice's head was a much more solid red than Rekkeju and had a dorsal ridge instead of spines and his head was more round as apposed to Rekkeju's gaunt features. he looked around intensely while Rekkeju prayed to any deadra prince or aedra that might be listing to let him go un-detected. Then almost as if his prayers had been answered the blacksmith's apprentice started to lower his, his sight of vision getting closer Rekkeju. He all knowing gaze nearing him he suddenly panicked and started formulating an escape plan, if escape was possible. Then it seemed his prayer had actually infact had been answered as less than a centimeter from spotting Rekkeju and his very bloody dagger he slid his head into the building and closed the window to proceed with his mourning of the late Blacksmith.
A sigh of the purest relief left Rekkeju's lips when he heard the window final scrap shut. Even though soaked to the bone almost as much as the beggars on the other side of town Rekkeju was in disbelief at his luck in this encounter. HE even considered to go pay at the alter of the nine to thank him or to the shrine of nocturnal to thank her. But this was dismissed immediately as Rekkeju had more pressing concerns. He could hear a guard lumbering his way complaining to himself about the heavy rainfall and wishing he could be home by the fireplace with the rest of his family. Quickly as he could Rekkeju dropped his bloodstained dagger in the shallow pool of water on the road effectively cleaning it of it's blood and dropping his other stolen goods and taking his vest off. He tried is best to seem as pitiful as he could and he attempted his best sick impersonation. when the guard came by cursing the foul weather Rekkeju let out the most pitiful words he had ever uttered in his life
"Please sir... *cough*.... I’m sick..... could you please *cough*...... spare a septim or two *cough*..... for some medicine *cough*"
Rekkeju's act worked so well that the guard took pity on him and gave him a few septims for his troubles and continued on his daily routine through the water soaked roads of Leyawiin feeling a little better with the knowledge he had made the life of a "Beggar" easier. Rekkeju, thoroughly surprised at his nearly flawless ruse, promptly got up and counted the coins he received from the guard. he had given him four spetims in total, that was a large haul for one person in a beggar's life. He added the coins to his coin sack which made it total at seventeen septims. Rekkeju decided that in light of recent events and on account of the tremendous rainfall he deserved a real bed and started to trot his over to the Five Claws Lodge.