Winds swept lightly over the dusty ground as a shadow glided towards the door. A creak, the sound of a pick breaking. The assassin strode silently into the room and knealt beside the imposter, as he lay sleeping on the ground. out of his blackened robes came a white bound package, strapped in red ribbon. A slight rustling and it was done. He turned his eyes from the imposter, knowing if he never say the man again, no one ever would...
Standing at his imposing height, he turned and closed the gently creaking door, popping the flaky cork out of a small green bottle. one drop. Ever burning, enchanted dagger plucked silently from his waist, he hovered the bottle over the weapon, then taking one last sweeping look around at the sleeping bodies, changed his mind. He wouldn't need it.
A Massacre. A Silent Massacre, she said. With the grace of a butterfly, the remorseless killer revelled every time he slit a throat with his enchanted blade, and there were lots of throats to cut. As the khajiit assassin let the poison dribble freely down the last throat, there was a tap on the roof. Tap. Tap. Tap. Night mother's orders followed, the assassin strolled over to the door and looked back at the potential recruit. That man stoke a kill. Sithis demanded retribution. A creak and the assassin was gone now into the pouring rain.
Karim opened his eyes. Blood! Blood and gore! Everyone in the room was dead! Standing up and brushing a fly off of his blood-splattered arm, he noticed something on the floor. A small, white package... Opening it with trembling teeth and goosebumps covering his skin, Karim found a bottle of black, oily liquit. Ink? Poison!? There were coins... Lots of coins! and a note.
The blacksmith feinted as he gazed upon the imprint of a black hand that emblazoned the parchment and below it stood two words.
We Know.
PLease could you tell me what you think, its my first real writing on this forum