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Chapitre 632: Assassin's Assassin

"Hmmm... This should be the place...?" Riki murmurs as he looks between a crappy drawing from Michael and the skeleton door before him. Really, with how dexterous his student had become it boggled the mind at how shit he was at drawing in particular... It's either that or the boy made it so unintuitive and ugly just to mess with him... Was this revenge for all the times he'd planted his head firmly in the ground?

Riki lets out a sigh and walks towards the door, only to stop and rapidly turn towards a nearby shallow pond. "Careful, creature. I promise I'm more than you can handle." he says while giving a toothy, fanged grin.

The fiery red eyes within the pond blink a couple times before disappearing, leaving Riki to continue.

"What is the music-" the door begins rasping out but Riki interrupts it, "Be quiet and let me pass."

"You are not worthy..."

Riki shakes his head, pulling a lockpick from seemingly nowhere and reaches his arm into the right eyesocket of the door, he finds the mechanism at the upper back of it and quickly breaks through, allowing the door to swing open.

Once inside however he's greeted by the entirety of the Dark Brotherhood, their security measures warning them should anyone give the wrong passcode.

Riki looks the leading woman up and down, nodding slightly at her figure. "Astrid, I assume?"

She nods, "Rikimaru."

"Michael wasn't lying when he said you were a busty wench with an unfortunate face." Riki idly remarks, causing a vein to throb in Astrid's forehead.

"Oh, he said that did he?"

"Watch what you say to my wife, Imp." Arnbjorn, the resident Werewolf growls.

"Imp? How creative for a dog." Riki glances at Astrid, "Is it the tongue that does it for you? Or the knot?" he jokes, causing a couple Brotherhood members to chuckle, only to be quickly silenced when Astrid and Arnbjorn send glares their way.

"Enough, what do you want and why are you important enough for Michael to send you?"

"Well, I did teach him. As for what I want? I wanted to see how the 'top' assassin's guild in this world functions... Not well from what I've seen thus far. Is there a reason you all dress in skintight leather? Other than personal fetish?"

"Tradition, comfort, effectiveness. Take your pick." Astrid shrugs.

Riki hums in thought, quickly noticing one of the Brotherhood member's eyes twitch towards something nearby him. His form blurs as he turns invisible and steps to the side, quickly catching an elf-girl trying to sneak in behind him.

He appears at her side while jabbing a finger into her ribs, causing her to let out a small 'oof'. "You're quite good, girl. Better than the rest of this lot, I hadn't expected them to act like warriors instead of assassins..."

"What do you mean?" Eleril asks, realising that the Tiefling could have killed her there and then.

"They all gathered at the front entrance and confronted a would-be intruder. Not at all assassin-like, is it?"

"No, I guess not... What would you have done?" she asks, ignoring the irritated looks sent by her other Guild members.

Riki jabs two fingers at multiple shadowed areas in the hallway, "I would have taken up a position somewhere over there if I had no time to prepare. Give me five minutes and I'd have booby-trapped the entire place. My own secret hidey-hole had so many traps that I'd triggered some on myself more times than not." he admits with a chuckle before turning to her. "Say, you're the only one here I've seen with an ounce of talent. What would you say to becoming my student?"

...

"Like Michael? Because he destroyed me and Babette when we tried to ambush him..."

Riki laughs, "Yeah, like Michael."

Before Eleril can answer Astrid decides to butt in, not liking the Tiefling poaching her best assassin. "Can you just tell us what you want already? We've wasted enough time on you, something we currently have a dire lack in."

"Just wondering if you wanted an experienced assassin's assistance." he glances at Eleril, "Since I've found something worth staying for, I'd like to offer my semi-permanent membership."

"Semi-permenant?" Eleril questions.

"Until I've taught you all you need to know. It'd be a disgrace to leave such a seed unwatered, I might be an assassin but I still have my honour." he says, ignoring the fact he was standing in the midst of thirty or so assassins...

"Astrid?" Eleril asks, unsure how to answer.

...

Astrid gives a shrug, "Whatever, Michael's vouched for you so you must be worth something. Hm, let's see if you can help us with our recent assignment." she says, gesturing to the large table next to her, a thing filled to the bring with maps, papers, crudely drawn architecture designs, etc.

Riki shuffles over and balances on his tiptoes to see it all, his lack of height making a rather comical sight. "Well, you've got the information covered I suppose. Some of these seem rather out of date however." he states, lifting a building design a hundred or so years out of date if Michael's recent explanation was accurate.

Astrid sniffs, "Yes, well, gathering this much cost me far more than I'd like to admit. We also failed to uncover any unofficial plans, making any secret entrances a choir to find."

"You also seem to lack any agents around your target. The Emperor I assume? Given most of your information is on guard houses, patrols, and architectural plans surrounding the Imperial Palace of Cyrodil."

"Very smart, it's as if you have all of my plans at your fingertips." she drawls before gesturing at a corkboard on the wall, "I've already outlined a basic plan to complete this task, opinions?"

Riki goes over it and struggles to hold back his laughter, "Unless you're planning to downsize your guild, I would recommend other avenues... This plan would be suicidal even to me, it's as if you're trying to get yourselves killed." he points to the first step, "First, your entry into the Empire should not be as a group, that's just painting a target on your back. Second, utilising hidden merchant routes is screaming you're up to bad business. Third-"

Astrid and the other assassins watch and listen to Riki's lecture, quickly concluding that their previous plans were essentially just them bum-rushing the Emperor while using each other's bodies as stepladders. Needless to say, Riki was made the Operations Manager, a position he intended to make full use of.


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Chapitre 633: Naval Resolutions

"I have to say, this ship of yours is surprisingly effective." Ennura remarks from the bow as she watches the Ghost Ship cleave a wide path through thick sheets of ice, clearing a path for the smaller ships behind it.

While the navy hadn't yet built any ships, they'd managed to buy a few from some merchants in Solitude, allowing Kunkka to personally train some sailors to his own standards. A quarter of the sailors had already quit citing how difficult it was to keep up, especially when compared to the other naval armies in Tamriel. The Thalmor looked like day camp compared to what Kunkka was putting them through.

"As long as you let me captain, the seas will be Winterhold's to command! I've only encountered one opponent who I could not overcome, but he's long gone!" Kunkka laughs.

"I'm still confused as to how your magic works... You just shout 'Yohoho' and this ship appears, crew and all. You didn't even use all that much mana..."

"Hmph, if you are so curious, might I show you my quarters for a closer-"

"I'm not having sex on this boat... The walls are see-through!" the Eredar exclaims with folded arms and a blush.

"Admiral! Ships ahead!" a sailor shouts from the crow's nest. "A black flag with a gold dragon's head!"

...

"I'm not aware of any flag like that?" Kunkka asks, looking to Ennura.

"Me neither, shall we head back? I'm not too keen on starting another war after the last one."

"Weren't you victorious last time?"

"That's not the point."

"They're approaching at full speed! They're loading their cannons!" the sailor continues to announce, making clear how dire the situation is becoming... There was little manoeuvring they could do since they were still deep in the ice sheet, the enemy boat having the advantage in open waters. They were essentially sitting ducks.

Kunkka sniffs, "Unfurls the sails, full speed ahead! We'll meet them on their terms and end them on ours!"

"Kunkka..." Ennura mutters.

"Right now, that's Admiral Kunkka. Perhaps it would be best if you stayed under the deck, Jarl Ennura." he advises as he draws Tidebringer and stands confidently at the very front of the ship.

"Hardly! I'm not as weak as the other Jarls, I'll stand and face them like everyone else." she growls, retrieving her staff and readying herself for combat.

It doesn't take long for the Winterhold Navy to fully spot their enemy, a number of ships with the strange flags flying high atop them. Their cannons were already prepared, along with multiple spell casters with magical staves and various spells.

While Kunkka was outnumbered, his Ghost Ship certainly made up for the lack of quantity and quality of his Navy ships. He begins firing far before the enemy does, instantly sinking two of them.

The enemy's fire comes, but the Ghost Ship was far sturdier than anyone had thought, some cannon balls simply bouncing off of the see-through hull while others only shallowly breached it. Thankfully they were able to escape the ice sheets and spread out, soon giving them the advantage of their opponents.

Ennura herself was integral to their victory, her wide-range hail storms utterly decimating any ship struck by them. Shattering the sails, freezing the men, and punching huge holes into the vessels.

It doesn't take long for the fight to be over with not one enemy ship remaining... Kunkka had wanted to take some prisoners for questioning, but anyone who still lived decided to cut their own throats than be captured, a peculiarly loyal tactic only the most brutal or brainwashed societies would subject themselves to.

"Come, we must alert Winerhold and the rest of Skyrim, whoever these enemies are they are confident enough to attack one of if not the most powerful city the Province has." Ennura commands, wanting to get back on land to start sorting out this random series of events.

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Surtr looks down at the report he'd received, silently clenching his fists as he thinks of the men and women he'd had to sacrifice to bring this to fruition. Their lives were expendable, but the fact he hadn't done any damage to Winterhold at all angered him, why had they begun building a navy without alerting him? Was he not their king?

The worst part was the fact that he couldn't stop them now, his own actions had given them just cause to keep expanding their military... Fortunately, that was the only thing that'd gone wrong,

He'd been able to send them information about the 'threat', it coming from Solstheim and being led by someone named 'Miraak'. If that wasn't enough to draw their attention, his offer to fund their efforts should cement it.

He knew anything Winterhold sent would be destroyed by Miraak's dragons, so eventually Michael would be sent, there he'd hopefully lose at least one of his enemies. At best, both of them.

The only problem now was preventing the Empire, Morrowind, or the Thalmor from attacking Skyrim before Miraak was dealt with. Hmm, maybe it was time to visit the Greybeards, learning the shout Miraak used to enslave dragons might be imperative to winning this fight...

They had been enraged at him at Paarthurnax's death, but they should have cooled down by now, he'd heard that Sylphid had taken up Paathurnax's role in the organisation... As for that rotten dragon, Durnehviir? He'd received reports that it'd been flying around the outskirts of the Summerset Isles... Maybe recruiting it would suit his needs? He was sure he could be a far better master than Michael would ever be, whatever resources Michael had offered he could trump.

He leans back in his chair and looks to the door, "Ralof! Why have the women I requested not arrived yet!?"

"It's the outfits, Surtr... Some of them got sick trying to walk through Windhelm dressed like that... What need have you of whores dressed as Hammerfell warriors anyway?"

"It's none of your business. If they can't come get someone else to. You should know by now that I'm a dragon in both soul and body."

...

"Yes, High King..." Ralof reluctantly accepts, getting to work...


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