Music Soundtrack: Man Of Focus - YouTube
Almar Trasius sits at his desk while running his fencing operation in the cavern of Pinewatch in Falkreath. He is counting his septims on his table as a result from his operation of ill-gotten goods. While not particularly a popular member of the criminal underworld, his business generated a considerable income…until today. Just as he is counting his coin, a guard entered his room.
“Is everything loaded?” the rugged fence asked.
“Almost sir,” the guard responded meekly.
“Almost…”
“Sir, are you sure that this is a good idea? We are giving away all these stolen valuables. Shouldn’t we be selling them off and reek from its pro…”
“Because my hotheaded nephew killed a dog. And stole a sword…which is among our stolen goods.”
“So, are we giving everything up for a sword?”
“It’s not just a sword. It’s Corvus Rem’s sword.”
“Corvus Rem…isn’t he…”
“Yes.”
“Why don’t we just give it back to him?” the guard meekly asked. Almar suddenly stands up from his desk and approached to the guard’s left side.
“He killed my nephew, my brother, and dozens of my men…over his sword. And a dog.” Almar then returns to his desk. “You would think, he would stop now.”
“Sir, he is just one man. Why don’t we just kill him?”
“Corvus Rem is a man of focus, commitment, and sheer…will. I once heard that he killed three men in a tavern with a…”
“A spoon, I know. Everyone has heard of this…”
“A spoon. A bloody spoon! Who in the right mind can do that? Mark my words that the stories you hear about this man, if nothing else, has been watered down.” Just as Almar tries to reach for his wine, another guard bursts into the room, startling him.
“Sir! We have a problem!”
“Do none of my men know how to knock on the door?” Almar sighed.
“I have reports that 6 men are found unconscious. We may have an intruder.”
“Sithis Incarnate…” as Almar laid back on his chair, trembling as he puts his hand on his head with unease.
Corvus picked the vault lock with ease. Vault doors are child’s play to him and Almar’s is no different. He slowly opens the door and was greeted to a room with priceless treasures and artifacts. Gems, trinkets, jewelries, armors, and weapons are stored in the vault. Corvus silently tread through the vault as he passes by many weapons. Amongst the weapons on the racks, he sees it. A steel sword with intrinsic ornate engravings on the blade with decorative jewels on the hilt. There is no mistaking it was his sword, reminder of his new beginning and the memory of his late wife. Corvus quickly sheathed the sword and hanged it on his back. As he is about to exit, three guards spot him, and they draw their weapons without hesitation. Corvus quickly dispatches the guards effortlessly with his bare hands before trying to escape. The commotion immediately alerted all the guards within the cave. Suddenly, a group of armed guards came rushing at Corvus and forced the assassin to run. Corvus ran attempts to run to the common area of the cave to lose his pursuers but was immediately tackled by 2 guards. With no choice, Corvus immediately fought his pursuers. 4 guards rushed at him, but Corvus manages to fend them off without pulling out his blades. Corvus slams one of the guards onto a table and delivers a puncturing blow to his ribs and breaks the arm of a second one. The remaining two guards tries to tackle him, but Corvus rolls to the side and slams the guard by pulling a bookshelf and knocks out the last one with a wooden mace. Corvus immediately sighs with relief, only to be interrupted with a kick in the ribs by a big nord against the wall. The big nord slowly approaches Corvus with a Warhammer in hand. In a split-second decision, Corvus casts a spell and vanishes. Bewildered, the guard looks around in confusion, but then suddenly his shins are violently slashed, causing him to collapse in pain before Corvus reappears out of thin air with his Blade of Woe in hand. He then sheathes his dagger and slowly walks away.
Almar, clutching at his seat, waits for his certain death as he hears footsteps slowly gradually getting louder. The door slowly opens, and the fencer was greeted by the presence of Sithis himself. Corvus approaches to Almar’s desk. Instead of slitting the cornered fencer’s throat, Corvus reached for the bottle of Cyrodillic Brandy on the desk and uncorked the bottle and proceeded to pour it into glasses. He promptly corks the wine bottle back in and hands one glass to Almar. Corvus then picks up the other cup and raises it to him.
“Peace.”
“Peace. Strange way of offering it after you attacked dozen of my men.”
“I didn’t kill them.”
“Still, can a man like you know peace?”
“Why not?”
“Fair point. Agreed,” as Almar picks up his glass and clinks with Corvus. The assassin promptly drinks the wine and puts the glass down before heading for the doorway.
“Enjoy your retirement, Corvus. You’ll need it.” Almar said before Corvus exits. He slowly makes his way out of the hideout of Pinewatch before exiting via the shack within Falkreath. With his sword still on his back, he mounts his horse waiting outside the shack and rides off.
He returns to house in solitude and stables his horse. Still suffering from his stomach wound from Vitrus, he slowly limps to the front door with his sword on his back. As he enters his home, he is greeted by his new Breton Terrior. Corvus slowly walks to his bedroom and lays the sword by on the ground and proceeds to take off his armor. He then lies on his bed, intending to get a well-earned rest after the trails of carnage he caused for the last 2 weeks.
In the next, Corvus is playing fetch with Scrapper in his yard. Suddenly, he hears horse steps approaching. He turns around and was greeted by three figures on horses. One of them is an Argonion and promptly gets off from the horse. Corvus does not engage with the lizard as he knew who it is, Gulum-Ei.
“Tidings Corvus. It’s certainly a nice house you got.”
“Hello Gulum-Ei. It’s in the house.” Corvus quickly went into his house and came back out with his ornate sword.
“It’s a beautiful sword. Exquisite craftmanship, not that I’m an expert on those sorts of things. I do know it will fetch a nice amount of septims. But we both know that’s not why I’m here.”
“Can you keep it safe?”
“All joking aside, I know how much this sword means a lot to you. One does not give away such precious heirloom. But yes, I can keep it safe. It will be among the non-sellable merchandises. And no one will know.”
“Thanks,” as Corvus hands him a pouch of 150 septims.
“And you know where to find me if you want it back.”
(Music Soundtrack: Missing Helen - YouTube)
Corvus goes back into his house and picks up his armor and weapons. He picks up his Blade of Woe and looks at it for a moment before taking the rest of his gears into the basement. He brings the gear to the hidden hatch that and descends into the hidden room. Corvus puts his weapons back on the rack while he dumps his armor onto the ground. Corvus climbs back up and closes the hatch door. Corvus looks at the rubbles that he made weeks ago and quickly scrubs them back to cover the hatch. He fetches some cement and a shovel that was stored in another room in the basement and places them near the hatch. He uses the shovel to dig some cement from the bucket and smears it onto the rubble before smoothing the cement. He then sits on the floor while leaning back at the wall. He looks at the freshly cement covered floor, swearing that he would leave his old life behind for good. Then suddenly, he hears knocking from the front door. He slowly gets up and walks to the front door. As he opens the door, he is greeted by an altmer. But not just any altmer, this one is wearing the robes of a Thalmor Justiciar and behind him are Thalmor soldiers in elven and glass armors, apart from a Bosmer woman amongst the soldiers. This altmer’s complexion is noticeably older and has a mutton chops beard.
(Music Soundtrack: Santino - YouTube)
“Hello Corvus,” the said the altmer.
“Aerandil,” Corvus said amicably. The altmer extends his right hand and Corvus shakes his hand. “May I come in?” Aerandil asked.
“Of course,” as Corvus gestures for him to come in and closes the door behind him.
“Can I get you anything?” Corvus asked.
“Water will be fine.” Aerandil responded.
“It’s good to see you.”
“Likewise,” as Aerandil looked around the house. Corvus walks to the kitchen and proceeds to grab two wooden cups. Aerandil walks to the living room and looks around.
“I heard about your wife. I offer my sincerest condolences,” as he said it from the living room.
“Thank you.” Corvus said from the kitchen. Back in the living room, the terrier eagerly walks up to the Thalmor and he proceeds to pet it. “Your dog, does he have a name?”
“No.” Corvus responded just as he finished pouring water into both cups. But a sense of dread and unease overcomes him as he looks over his shoulder at the living room. He then brings the cups to the living room and both sits at a small table.
“Listen Corvus. If I’m being truthful to you, I don’t want to be here.”
“Please…don’t do it. I’m asking you not to.” Corvus said with some semblance of fear.
“I’m sorry Corvus. But no one gets out…without repercussions,” just as Aerandil reached for his pocket and pulls out a large ebony medallion with golden engravings. The center of the medallion depicts a hooded skull with 3 septims coming out of its mouth.
“It’s like I said, I do not wish to do this,” as he places the medallion on the table and pushes it to Corvus. “But remember, if it wasn’t for my help, on the night of your “impossible task”, you wouldn’t be here. Right now, with a house near Solitude no less. All of this is possible because of me.”
“Take it back.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Take it back.”
“You said it yourself, the marker is no trivial matter. Your organization state that to be granted with a marker from another man is to bind two souls in a blood oath.”
“Find someone else,” Corvus insisted. Aerandil becomes visibly annoyed and picks up the marker and opens the middle part of the medallion, revealing a divided surface. One side of the surface shows an imprinted thumbprint in blood.
“Look. You see it? This is your blood. YOU came to me for help. And I did. If I remember, if you don’t honor the marker, there will be consequences.”
“I’m not that man anymore.”
“No. You’re always that man,” as Aerandil closes the medallion and places it near Corvus once again.
“I can’t help you,” Corvus muttered. He then proceeds to push the medallion back to Aerandil and slowly stands up. “I’m sorry.”
“Of course.” Aerandil said with a smirk. “You’re right. You can’t. But HE can. I will see you soon, Corvus.” as Aerandil stands up and puts the marker back into his pocket.
Corvus walked the Thalmor back to the front door and opens it. Aerandil walks and but turns back and looks at the house once more.
“I must say, it’s a beautiful home, for human standards. Goodbye,” as Aerandil turns around and Corvus closes the door.
Corvus is visibly taken aback by Aerandil’s visit and walks to his bedroom. He looks down at the nightstand where his wife’s necklace laid and picks it up. Outside of the house, Aerandil approaches two Thalmor mages.
“Burn it down,” Aerandil commanded as he pointed to the house. The two mages proceeded conjure large powerful fireballs with their hands. The first mage lets go of the fireball and immediately destroys the front of the house. The impact of the fireball knocks Corvus out of the window from his bedroom and causing him to land in the garden. The second mage releases the fireball and completely incinerates the whole house. Aerandil looks at the burning house he just had destroyed before leaving with his escorts. Corvus was almost knocked unconscious from the impact, but his terrier approaches and nudges him by his face. Corvus slowly gets up and looks at his burning house. Everything was incinerated, including mementos of his wife.
A few hours later, people were surrounding outside the burning house while there were few guards guarding the house. Corvus and his terrier are sitting at Katla’s farm that happens to be not far from his home. The guard Fenren, of whom Corvus is friendly with, approaches the ex-assassin and his dog.
“Evening Coruvs,” said the guard.
“Hey Fenren,” Corvus replied.
“Cooking mishap?”
“Yup, cooking mishap.”
“So, you’re working again?”
“I’ll see you Fenren,” as Corvus gets up and his dog promptly follows him.
“Good night Corvus. Ugh…got to file up a report to the Jarl.”
Corvus and his dog walked up to the carriage driver outside of Solitude’s gate and asked him to take them to Riften. After a day’s ride, the carriage arrives at Riften. Corvus and his dog walks to the Violet Rift. The two enter the front door finds themselves in the lobby with other shady people mingling. Corvus sees Nazir finishing up with two people in the front desk and approaches him. Nazir looks up and see Corvus approaching him in his rather rugged clothing.
“I need to see manager.” Corvus being upfront.
“Welcome back Corvus. So nice to have you back so quickly. You will find Brynjolf on the third floor’s balcony.
“Thank you. Stay.” As Corvus looked at his dog right and left it right in front of the reception desk before walking to upstairs.
“Well, well, looks like you and me are going to have to know each other very well…” Nazir remarked as he looked at the dog.
Corvus walks to the third floor and walks down the hallway towards the doorway to the balcony. Brynjolf is there sitting with another man at a table. On the table were couple of jeweled artifacts.
“Excellent,” as Brynjolf examines a jeweled bracelet. “Put these in the vault,” as Brynjolf gives the artifacts to a servant who quickly takes them and leaves. Corvus then approaches Brynjolf and a client.
“Where is he?” Corvus asked.
“Always a pleasure to do business with you.” Brynjolf said as he and the client stand up and shakes hands. The client promptly leaves and Brynjolf turns his attention to Corvus.
“What are you doing lad?”
“Aerandil burned my house.”
“As it was his right since you rejected his marker. But you’re lucky that’s as far as he would go. What were you thinking giving a marker to someone like Aerandil? Giving the marker to assassins, thieves, rulers, crime lords, mages, council members even are one thing. But to the Thalmor?”
“It was the only way.”
“Out. And how did that work out for you? Really lad, did you really think that this day would never come? What does he want?”
“I did not give him the chance to explain. I just said no.” as Corvus and Brynjolf sits down at the table.
“Two rules that we never break. No blood on the Shadow Continental grounds and every marker must be honored. While my power and authority only extend up to banishment from the guild ground, the collective founders of the Shadow Continental pass down more severe punishments.”
“So, I have no choice?” Corvus muttered.
“Aye, the consequences of either dishonoring, running away or killing the bearer of the marker is death. You agreed to this Corvus remember. Be free. Once you fulfill the marker, you’re more than welcome to kill him or burn his house down, but until then…”
“Rules.”
“Exactly. Without them we’re nothing more than animals. You know very well what happened to the Dark Brotherhood before. He’s at Solstice Castle, in the northern part of The Reach.”
Corvus promptly stands up and leaves. He goes back to the reception desk where his dog and Nazir are.
“Nazir, do you board?”
“Sorry Corvus, the Violet Rift unfortunately does not offer such services. But if you would like, I’m more than willing to look after him while you’re gone.”
“Thanks.”
“Does he have a name?”
“No. Good dog.” Corvus said as he pets dog and bidding farewell. He leaves the Violet Rift and goes back to the carriage driver and rides towards to Solstice Castle.
(Music Soundtrack: Walk To Museum - YouTube, Santino - YouTube)
After about a 12-hour ride, he arrives at the front gate of the castle. He gets off the carriage and the Thalmor guards in the front lets him through. Corvus enters the castle, and another guard directs him to the second floor. Corvus walks through the extravagant castle and passes by many rooms. He then stops in front of an office. In front of the office is guarded by the same bosmer woman, who is wearing light armor made from Valenwood. She stops Corvus and proceeds to search him. As she checks every part of his body for concealed weapon, she slides her hand to his back downward and proceeds to grab his rear. Corvus quickly shot a look at her, but she remains unfazed and gestures for him to enter the office. Corvus does so and finds Aerandil sitting on chair looking at a statuette bust.
“This is a bust of Ayrenn, the queen of the first Aldmeri Dominion back in the second era. I look at the statue and I’m reminded of the glory that she brought to the dominion. I intend to honor her legacy by any means necessary. Please sit.” Aerandil gestures Corvus to sit next to him. Corvus sits next to him. “I want to be clear; I did not want to bring any harm to you. If you had stayed retired, I would have left you alone.” But his words did little to sway Corvus’ attitude, as the retired assassin stared at him with cold intent. “Ahh…there it is. You’re already thinking about it. I can see it in your eyes. You’re planning on how to get to me. But can you reach me in times? How do you intend to do it? Maybe my guard’s sword? Or that candlestick? Maybe even that book?”
“My…hands.” Corvus growled silently.
“How thrilling! But you know you can’t do it. It’s like I said, I needed that man. I needed the son of the Dread Father. I needed…Corvus Rem.”
“Just tell me what you want,” Corvus quickly cuts him off. Aerandil then looks down for a moment.
“I want you to kill my sister.”
“Your sister? Why?”
“My sister is a powerful battlemage, but even more a gifted strategist. But she’s a human sympathizer and betrayed the dominion and became a member of the Elder Council. After the death of Larexus Mede I, the son of the late Titus Mede II, the Lord High Chancellor takes of the Elder Council will rule in the emperor’s absence. My sister served Larexus faithfully as his chief advisor and was promoted to High Chancellor. She now rules over the Elder Council and in the emperor’s absence. I look at her and cannot help but wonder, that if I seize the position as High Chancellor…imagine the amount of power it would bring for the Aldmeri Dominion.”
“You want me to kill… Ghisiliane Caemaire?” Corvus questioned the Thalmor.
“Even after her betrayal, I can never do it. She is my sister, my own blood. I still love her.”
“It cannot be done.” Corvus protested, but Aerandil remains undeterred.
“You will find her at the Imperial City, for her coronation. You will take the Imperial sewer and…”
“It doesn’t matter where she is. How do you even ascend to High Chancellor?” Corvus insisted.
“That is why…I need the dark wraith, Corvus Rem. That is why I need you. As for your question, I have everything planned out. You leave that to me. All I need you is to kill Ghisiliane. Do this for me and your marker will be honored. So, what do you say?” Aerandil asked. Corvus promptly stands up and leaves the office. “As always, a man of few words.”
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Corvus travels back to Solitude and walks to the burial crypt. He approaches the Priest of Arkay.
“I’d like to visit the grave of Codus Rades.” Corvus asked. Without a response, the priest led Corvus to the crypt and to a sperate room with several coffins. The priest pointed to one coffin and promptly leaves. Corvus pulls opens the coffin and inside contains a light black colored armor. He takes out armor from the coffin. Then he lifts a hidden compartment inside the coffin and reveals a dagger within and some large pouches of septims. Corvus looks at his gears and screams out of anger, knowing that he wanted to leave this life behind, yet forced back into it. He reluctantly dons the armor and grabs all the content from the coffin and leaves the crypt.
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He then travels to Cyrodiil on horseback for three days and rides to Cheydinhal. Corvus travels further to the eastern side of the city to an old ruin, Fort Farragut. Corvus dismounts his horse and heads to the door. He walks into what appears to be an old, abandoned fort and was greeted with a clean and furnished hallways with other rogues mingling with each other. He eventually finds himself in what appears to be the main lobby of the fort and walk up to a female Redguard receptionist.
“Welcome to Lachence’s Retreat, how may I help you?” the receptionist cordially asked.
“I’d like a room for one night.” Corvus then places a pouch of 50 septims. The receptionist takes the pouch. Just as Corvus awaits a response, a voice calls out to him from behind, “Corvus!”. Corvus turns around and sees an elderly Imperial with a grey mustache dressed in a black robe.
“Jirolin.” Corvus cordially responded.
“Its good to see you.” Jirolin responded and the two men shake hands. The two men sits at a nearby table.
“I seem to have forgotten the last time you are here in Cyrodiil. But if memory serves, you have retired?
“I have.”
“Then humor me with one question. Are you here for the… next emperor to be?”
“No.”
“I see.” Jirolin said with relief. He then pulls out a key from his pocket and hands it to Corvus. “One of our best rooms here in Lachence’s Retreat.”
“Thank you.” Corvus said as he takes the key from Jirolin’s hand.
“Enjoy your stay.”
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The next day, Corvus rides to Skingrad first thing in morning and stables his horse right by the stable. He enters the city of Skingrad and makes his way the Summitmist Manor. Upon approaching the manor, he sees a brown haired nord servant standing in the doorway. Corvus approaches her.
“Greetings, is the host in?” Corvus asked.
“I have never known him not to be,” the servant responded. She then opens the door and leads him inside the manor. Corvus notices a few other servants cleaning living area and follows the servant to the basement. As the walk down the stairs, the servant points him to a to the room blocked by a large tapestry. He makes his way to the room and as he moves the tapestry to the side, he finds himself in a large well-lit room full of weapons on display. In the room stands a khajiit in fine colovian clothing and turns to him.
“Welcome back, Corvus Rem. This one has not been graced by your presence for a long time.”
“I’d like to see your wares.”
“Ah, this one is eager to show you what he has. You have always been fond of the Brotherhood’s infamous Blade of Woe. Well, this one just so happens to have a variety of these deadly blades.” The merchant approaches a shelf full of daggers and pulls two Blades of Woe off from the shelf, “These are especially unique, as these designs are inspired from the Brotherhood in the end of the 3rd era.” The merchant puts the blade down on a table. Corvus grabs one to examine the ebony dagger and notices the intricate design on the handle, as it depicts what it looks like humanoids seemingly grabbing each other out of terror.[1] He then performs a quick flourish away from the merchant. “The blade is very light, easy to conceal, and has powerful enchantments that damages one’s lifeforce and magicka. A Dark Brotherhood classic. Now, what else can this one provides?”
“I need a bow, one that is robust, powerful, and precise.”
“Robust, powerful, and precise…” as the Khajiit contemplates a possible option. “This one believes there is such bow that meets your need.” The merchant goes to a different shelf and grabs an unusual bow and places it on the table. The bow has a jagged design with copper metals that resembles fire and ice shards between the handle and the two ends on the bow. “The Bow of Infernal Frost. Another favorite from the 3rd era. This one allows you to shoot magical arrows that deals fire and frost damage.[2]” Corvus grabs the bow and pulls the string to check its tightness. “Not just that, when struck it creates a powerful blast from the elements, giving a painful feeling of being stabbed by ice shards while also being burned alive by fire. A dangerous combination. But unfortunately, the arrows melt away quickly, so ammunition is limited.”
“I like this.” Corvus remarked.
“So, how many arrows would you like to have?”
“50 will do. Now…” as Corvus puts the bow back onto the table. “Any recommendation for something swift, up close, and fatal?”
“May this one suggests the Akaviri Sunderblade?” the merchant smiled as he grabs a katana from the sword shelf and hands it to Corvus. He examines the sword with the scaly pale handle and the scabbard with a serpent wrapped around at the end of[3]. He pulls the sword out and performs a few flourishes away from the merchant. “A legendary katana wielded by the first leader of the Dragonguard and protector of Remen Cyrodiil. The enchantment makes this blade especially deadly, as it can cut through armors and weapons like butter, even ones that are daedric quality. One of the best akaviri artifacts”
“Now, throwing blades?” Corvus asked as he sheathed the blade back into the scabbard and puts it on the table.
“Throwing blades,” as the merchant grinned with happiness, as if nobody is interested in throwing projectiles anymore. He reaches under the table and pulls out a small crate that contains several small throwing weapons. “The finest throwing projectiles. All freshly crafted.” Corvus proceeds to take twelve ebony throwing knives and puts them along with the katana.
“That’ll be all. Here,” as Corvus pulls out a pouch of 925 septims. He takes the new dagger, bow, katana, and poisons, “Thank you.” As Corvus proceeds to leave, the merchant says, “One more thing.” Corvus turns back to him. “This one wishes you a fruitful evening.” Corvus nods and leaves.
Corvus swiftly rides to the squalid city of Bravil. He stables his horse once again the stable and enters the city. As he walks into the city, he stops and looks at the town center, remembering where the Statue of the Lucky Old Lady used to be. For a moment, memory of grief and anguish begin flooding back as he remembers Alisanne Dupre. But he quickly regains his focus and walks the building where the Mages Guild south of the chapel. Corvus enters the building and walks to the bosmer merchant behind the counter. The merchant looks up immediately and his eyes widened.
“Corvus Rem. I have been expecting you! This way please.” The merchant leads Corvus up to the second floor the two enters a room with a table in the center. “One moment,” as the merchant went and pulled a map off a shelf and lays it on the table.
“What am I looking at?” Corvus asked the merchant.
“This is the map of the Imperial City. As you may have noticed, the only entrance to Imperial City is crossing the bridge southwest that runs across the Lake Rumare. When the coronation starts, all travels on the bridge will be closed off. All the residence in the Imperial City will be celebrating the coronation.”
“All of them?”
“Yes, the market district, the arena district, the arboretum, the temple district, the Talos Plaza district, and the Elven Gardens district. Good news is that you can enter the Imperial City through the sewage system. Here.” The merchant grabs another map from the shelf and lays it on the table. “This is the map of the Imperial City sewer system from the 3rd era. The sewer system is as large as the city itself and can be accessed from most districts. The sewer system is also connected, as you can use the sewer system to get to one district from another. And let me show you…” the merchant grabs a third map from the shelf and places it on the table. “This is the modern and updated map of the Imperial City sewers. You’ll find it more…meticulous and detailed.”
“This is very helpful.” Corvus remarked.
“The sewer system also can lead out of the city. There are three exit points you can use to enter the sewer system and into the city. One in the north here, one in the southeast here and one here that leads the Imperial Prison. Your best bet is entering the city through the north exit. And see here, the closest exit point leads you to the market district.”
“Alright, I know everything that I need. Now, can I pick the sewer exits though?”
“The gates are all tightly locked. Fortunately, I have the keys to those gates.” The merchant pulls out a set of two keys attached to a metal ring and hands it to Corvus.
“Thank you.” Corvus responded and gives the merchant a pouch of 1250 septims.
Corvus rides back to Cheydinhal in the afternoon and enters through western gate after he stables his horse. He walks to a bookstore not too far from the gate approaches an Argonian owner.
“Greetings, how can I help you?”
“I’m here to see the tailor.” Corvus hands the bookseller a pouch of 100 septims.
“I see. Follow me.” As the bookseller takes the gold and leads him to bookshelf in the stores corner and gently pulls a book halfway diagonally. The bookshelf opens and reveals a path down to the lower level. The bookseller leads Corvus down to the lower level and reveals a much larger room. The room contains several mannequins with various armors equipped, including the Dark Brotherhood’s shrouded armors, Thieves Guild’s armors, and various other armor types for the Shadow Continental. An anvil and a forge stand at the far corner of the room with various crafting materials beside it and an enchanting table next to the forge. In the center of the room stood a bald Breton in common clothing. He sees Corvus and approaches.
“Welcome back to Cyrodiil, Corvus Rem. It has been a long time.”
“Hello Zaros.” Corvus responded and shakes hand with him.
“Are you in need of a new armor?”
“I am.”
“Wonderful! I’ll ask you a couple of questions,” the tailor eagerly responded and gestured 2 nearby tailors to prepare the forge. “I know in the past you are particularly fond of the hardened black leather armor variant with a hint of the brotherhood’s shrouded armor. Would you still like to have the same armor that you have worn in the past?”
“Yes.”
“Not a problem. I can also adjust the armor’s style to your need. Tell me, what kind of situation will you be in?”
“A social event.”
“And is this for the day or during the night?
“One for the day and one for night.”
“Now, what style?”
“Hybrid black.”
“Armor type?”
“Light.”
“Engravings?”
“Cyrodiilic.”
“How about the enchantments?”
“Tactical.”
The tailor looks at his armorers and they nod before they start forging the armor at the forge. The armorers work at the forge without breaking a sweat and extremely fast. After 30 minutes of waiting, two black light armor sets are complete, and the armorers bring them to the enchanting table. They use grand soul gems to enchant the armor to its highest quality and completes the armor in no time. The armorers bring the two armor sets and places it on two armor stands by the wall.
“The armor is complete, but not so without a proper demonstration,” the tailor exclaimed with calm enthusiasm. He looks at the bookseller who is still with them. She grabs a nearby bow and arrow and quickly shoots an arrow to one of the armors.
“Wonderful, isn’t it? The armor is light, but the enchantments provide heavy resistance to both normal and enchanted weapons. It also provides strong protection against all types of magic and even slashes and penetrations, especially from arrows. However, it will still hurt. But that is only the torso part. The gloves are enchanted to provide extra damage to the weapons you wield. For the trousers and boots, it will make you move faster in combat and harder to be spotted while you are sneaking.”
“Can you do a rush deliver?
“Of course, I can. Where do you want them sent?”
“At the Shadow Continental. Thank you. Here.” Corvus reaches for his pocket and gives him 750 septims.
Corvus returns to his room in Lachance’s Retreat and dons his newly acquired armor. He tightens the gloves and the boots. He then checks his new Blade of Woe and sheathes it by his waist and sheathes his throwing knives both sides on the chest. He then unwraps the cloth that was covering the new akaviri blade and the enchanted bow. He pulls the sword and examines it before sheathing it back in and pulls the string on the bow. He puts the bow and enchanted quiver on his back and puts a small pouch of grand soul gems on the back right of his waist. He grabs the sword and prepares to make his journey to the Imperial City.
[1] Blade of Woe redesign in Skyblivion by RobertoGatto2017: Blade-of-woe.png (945×1184) (skyblivion.com)
[2] Bow of Infernal Frost redesign in Skyblivion by RobertoGatto2017: unknown-22.png (699×1002) (skyblivion.com)
[3] Akaviri Sunderblade redesign for Skyblivion by RobertoGatto 2017: roberto-gatto-akaviri-sunderblade.jpg (1600×1182) (skyblivion.com)
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