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Two low-ranking Dark Brotherhood assassins get a bit too carried away with each other during a night out in Anvil.
This is a scene later within a flashback in Dear Brother Ch07.
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In the years before the Oblivion Crisis, the Dark Brotherhood has been sitting upon its laurels at the highest of heights, and its current Valus Claw sees no reason to behave any differently. There, having worked for years to attain such unholy prestige, Speaker Lucien Lachance and his Silencer enjoy the benefits of power within the cult’s uppermost echelons. That is, for a time. For although a period without change may be of reassurance to mortals, that which chafes the black scales of Sithis most is stagnation. Silencer Zathiril av Mor’iargalthil will not be the first nor the last to discover that, and for once in his life, he will have to rely on others if he is to survive.
This story follows the Silencer who precedes the player character in TESIV: Oblivion. It will include events of the canon Dark Brotherhood questline and expand upon the cult’s lore. Although Lucien is one of the main characters, the story is told through the voice of that Silencer.
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11 Jan 2026
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Raminus Polus, the newly appointed Arch-mage, is in dire need of a reminder that he's human. Fortunately, Nimileth is all too eager to provide him a moment of respite, wherever they might find one.
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10 Jan 2026
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Lucien’s not sure if he loves Nimileth. Then again he’s not sure he's loved anyone before her, and maybe everyone feels like they’re dying inside when they think of something they can’t live without. What is it anyway— love— but a poison that corrodes from the inside out? Like arsenic, silent as it eats you, silent as it devours until you’re nothing more than the shell of whatever it was you were before the love destroyed you.
Ever since his rise to Listener, Lucien has struggled to keep Nimileth satisfied.
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As they fought side-by-side, Zerith-var couldn’t help his wandering eyes in the moments of calm. Drals stalked a pace ahead of him, his focus as sharp and deadly as the blade at his side as they made their way through the old mine overrun by cultists and Daedra. He didn’t mind letting his tamiit take the lead when he was so ready to; and the fact that the fit of his armour was so flattering was a welcome bonus.
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- Part 4 of The Taste of Ink
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30 Mar 2025