Kir the Silent
Until Your Flesh Is Consumed
Kir's is a sad story. His family was minor nobility in Valenwood, his mother a commoner but his father loved her. He had an older brother and two older sisters, but there were never as close as he wished. When the time came for him to enter the world, he was heralded by dark moons. His birth was long and hard. Unfortunantly his mother passed into the next life during it. His father decided to leave Valenwood behind. As well as the memories. He decided on Falkreath in Skyrim. It was wooded and there was a keep for sale outside of the the city. He and his siblings settleted in, but his father seemed to rush something golden to the vault. He closed the gates and even added more defenses. Kir always wondered what was secreted down there...
It took a few years, but the Nords eventually accepted their Bosmer neighbors. Especially after what happened when Kir was seven. A scream shattered the forest one day. A young Nord girl was being chased by bandits. Without a second thought Kir's father rushed to her aid. He killed one with a fireball and slew the other two with his elven blade Ancient"s Wrath. He clothed and fed her, before returning her to Falkreath. Her parents were overjoyed, and the Jarl awarded him with the title Thane and the gratitude of Falkreath.
Things were perfect for a time, until the Stranger came...One day a young Breton approached the keep. The Falkreath guards asked his buisness and he asked to speak with the Thane. He claimed to be a Dwemer scholar. Kir's father and the scholar talked for hours. Then it became arguing. The Breton left in a air of indignity. When Kir asked what he had wanted, his father simply said "All will be revealed when you come of age." A few months later an Imperial merchant came with gifts of gold and jewels, but he still left just like the scholar. Months past, more and more visitors came. A Nord noble, a Dark Elf adventurer, and even a High Elf Lord(he was suspected of being an Aldmeri agent). There was even a theif attempt to break in. Kir's interest only grew. What was in the vault?? Then when he was nine, he wished he never knew...
On a bleak, unnaturally dark night. He came...A figure swaddled in black, ragged cloth and hooded robes with strange runes. He approach the keep and the guards were automatically on edge. The gatekeeper approached, but before he could say a word he was dead. The keep's door exploded while Kir and his family ate. His father and older brother stepped in front of him. "Who the hell are you and what do you want?!" The mysterious figure had a voice straight from Oblivion. Deep and demonic, yet as unnerving as a dark whisper..."You know." He came closer slowly. "Give me it, now. Perhaps you'll live if you obey." Kir's father said, "I have no idea what your talking about." The dark figure, laughed. At least Kir hoped it was. It ran chills down his spine. "I've tried other methods, now I have no other option but to take it." Kir could feel the Stranger's evil smile. In front of their eyes he changed into the Breton scholar. Then he gradually changed into every visitor they had seen over the last year!
"I'll give you one last chance." He walked closer, "Give. Me. Wraithguard!" Kir's father and brother drew blades. "You'll never have it...our family has guarded that profane tool for generations. Guards! To me!" The Stranger laughed again. "The dead can't hear you." Kir's father turned pale, "What are you..?" The Stranger raised his hands, black things muscular and clawed, "Find out..." Suddenly nightmarish creatures appeared. "Children! Run!" Kir didn't know what to do. He felt torn, so...he ran...he ran and ran, out the door. Past fires and dark shapes. Then..he was alone in the forest. He wandered for hours, until a limb snapping stopped him cold. Before he could hide a hand was around his mouth, "Quiet boy, they may still be around." Kir managed to get a look at the owner of the hand. It was Daran, the twenty-two year old Redguard cook. "We have to leave...come on, I know a place."
The traveled all night with out rest to Helgen. There, Daran bought a longsword and they hired a carriage. "To the border of Hammerfell, no questions and you won't remember us." He handed the driver a coin purse with five thousand gold inside. "I have no idea what you mean," said the driver taking the coin. "I'm just going to Hammerfell to see the sites. No passangers." Daran nodded as the driver urged the horses along. Daran looked to Kir, and softly said, "Cry for them Kir...it helps. I know." And so he did...for his dad, his bother, his sisters...his life...
For five years they lived in Hammerfell, and in that time Daran married and raised Kir as his own. Kir had planned to return to Falkreath, but rumors of civil war and Dragons stayed the young elf's feet. When he turned fourteen he decided to travel, it took convincing but Daran and Sarli agreed. He wanted to find...something, himself maybe. They gave him supplies and gold, and a tearful farewell. He joined a merchant ship to see the world until he was old enough to travel on his own. The ship avoided Skyrim altogether. Three years passed and Kir grew, stronger and wiser than his age. He was a skilled swordsman, pickpocket, and very stealthy. He wrote Daran and Sarli everytime he was ashore. But the fires of revenge still burned within him. And fate would stroke the flames.
One evening on the ship he awoke to silence. He knew instantly something wasn't right. He grabbed his simple iron sword and silently moved onto the deck. He was drawn to the Captain's Cabin, he silently entered and saw captain's throat get cut by a man in red and black leather armor. As the assassin turned to leave, Kir's sword entered his heart. Kir looked in his eyes as he died and felt numb. His first kill...the crew awoke to find Kir standing over the assassin's body. "Wow...you snuck up on and killed a Dark Brotherhood assassin." Kir knew then he had to leave. They tried to convince him to stay, but his time with them was done. When they docked in the Imperial City he disembarked and they wished him well.
The very next night an assassin tried to poison him and the next week he awoke to find the inn burning. Kir finally lay a trap for the assassin. He hid while a eggify of himself lay in a bed. The assassin appeared and thankfully "killed" the dummy with a bow. Kir tracked him all the way the way to the Dark Brother impromptu Sanctuary in Leyawiin. It appeared they were trying to get back on their feet in Cyrodill.Utilizing all his skill, he snuck in and killed everyone in the sanctuary. Three died from poison apples, two from his blade, and the last(a vampire) was foolish enough to fight him in the sunlight. Slightly injured and incredibly tired, he stumbled to the local tavern. There he rented a room, drank a healing potion, and passed out.
The next day, the Leyawiin guard discovered the corpses and the sanctuary. Rumors circled about a new assassin, known as "The Silent." Because all this fighting and assassinations had happened in complete silence, the night guards had heard nothing all night. And so it was a seventeen year old Kir, became the infamous assassin known as "The Silent." This year also marked the end of the civil war in Skyrim and re-extinction of the dragons.
Two years passed quickly, the Dark Brotherhood had given up trying to kill him or the other sanctuaries had no idea who he was. In this time he had traveled all across Tamriel, having many adventures and contracts. His favorite being to assassinate a wizard that was known to turn people into sweetrolls and eat them! It was after this job he was drawn to Falkreath, his old home. Cracked Tusk Keep was a ruin now...he sighed and decided to face his fears and past. He entered the once great keep. The towers and walls broken, orcish palisade walls and huts abandoned, the keep itself empty, and the orcs who had lived here looked to be long gone. Then he went to the vaults. They had been blown open with fell magika and all traps disarmed. Kir was suprised to see two destroyed dwarven spheres that had apparently guarded the main vault. He walked slowly into the chamber and...several skeletons were in front of the pedestal. One clutched an elven sword in one hand. "Father..." Kir fell to his knees and wept for his family again. He picked up Ancient's Wrath, it should be with him. A small bit of his past, but then something caught his eye.
It looked to be an old parchment hidden in his father's closed hand. Kir respectfully opened the skeletal hand. The folded note read, " Dear Kir, I pray you survived and escaped. If your reading this...we have all passed on. Do not despair, we are with your mother now in a better place. He's coming back now..I love you son. So do your siblings. Wraithguard isn't here though. Find it before him...Look to the past. Lovingly, Faeloen Naylik. Treon Naylik(Brother), Nihls Naylik, and Relas Naylik(Sisters)."
"I swear, I will find Wraithguard and I will avenge you all." He knew he couldn't do it alone. He ran to Falkreath and found a courier to deliver a message to Daran and Sarli. He then went to the Jarl and managed to convince him of his birthrite. "I will grant you the keep and the lands, but the title Thane is mainly honorary and I cannot spare any guards. Is this acceptable?" Kir had little choice and accepted. Within a month Daran and Sarli, had arrived. Even with greying hair, Daran was a strong and willful man. His wife had even contacted some builders she knew. "We support you completly," she said smiling. Then slapped him, "That's for not coming to visit more often." They all laughed together, a family again. "We have alot of work ahead," Daran grunted.
And he was correct, it was hard and grueling. But in two short years the keep was restored to its full glory. All the while, Kir learned everything he could about the Dwemer and Wraithguard. All he knew was legends and rumor. It was known as one of the Profane Tools and was unbelievably powerful. If the Heart of Lorkhan still existed he could understand someones lust for it because of the powers it could grant. He also had searched high and low for the Stranger. He had contacted the Theives Guild and bounty hunters. But he was still getting nowhere, no one knew anything. Other than that Keening, another of the Profane Tools, had been stolen from the Dovahkiin. Not hard considering the Dovahkiin had retired to High Hrothgar.
One day he visited his family's crypt to meditate and pay his respects. When suddenly his father's words came to him. "Look to the past." He stood and went to his mother's section of the crypt. She was the only one he hadn't buried, "Could it really be that simple?" He apologized to the gods, one and all. He slowly opened the casket and he saw...nothing...save for the robed skeleton of his mother. His heart fell, but then he noticed a book. It looked ancient and he noticed a note atop it. Kir reverently opened it. "It's up to you now, but first you must find the others. You cannot do it alone. May all the gods be with you." It wasn't signed and was very different from his father's script. Kir retreated to his private room to read the book and after reading the tome from front to back. He stood with grim determination, knew what he had to do...so it begins...
It took a few years, but the Nords eventually accepted their Bosmer neighbors. Especially after what happened when Kir was seven. A scream shattered the forest one day. A young Nord girl was being chased by bandits. Without a second thought Kir's father rushed to her aid. He killed one with a fireball and slew the other two with his elven blade Ancient"s Wrath. He clothed and fed her, before returning her to Falkreath. Her parents were overjoyed, and the Jarl awarded him with the title Thane and the gratitude of Falkreath.
Things were perfect for a time, until the Stranger came...One day a young Breton approached the keep. The Falkreath guards asked his buisness and he asked to speak with the Thane. He claimed to be a Dwemer scholar. Kir's father and the scholar talked for hours. Then it became arguing. The Breton left in a air of indignity. When Kir asked what he had wanted, his father simply said "All will be revealed when you come of age." A few months later an Imperial merchant came with gifts of gold and jewels, but he still left just like the scholar. Months past, more and more visitors came. A Nord noble, a Dark Elf adventurer, and even a High Elf Lord(he was suspected of being an Aldmeri agent). There was even a theif attempt to break in. Kir's interest only grew. What was in the vault?? Then when he was nine, he wished he never knew...
On a bleak, unnaturally dark night. He came...A figure swaddled in black, ragged cloth and hooded robes with strange runes. He approach the keep and the guards were automatically on edge. The gatekeeper approached, but before he could say a word he was dead. The keep's door exploded while Kir and his family ate. His father and older brother stepped in front of him. "Who the hell are you and what do you want?!" The mysterious figure had a voice straight from Oblivion. Deep and demonic, yet as unnerving as a dark whisper..."You know." He came closer slowly. "Give me it, now. Perhaps you'll live if you obey." Kir's father said, "I have no idea what your talking about." The dark figure, laughed. At least Kir hoped it was. It ran chills down his spine. "I've tried other methods, now I have no other option but to take it." Kir could feel the Stranger's evil smile. In front of their eyes he changed into the Breton scholar. Then he gradually changed into every visitor they had seen over the last year!
"I'll give you one last chance." He walked closer, "Give. Me. Wraithguard!" Kir's father and brother drew blades. "You'll never have it...our family has guarded that profane tool for generations. Guards! To me!" The Stranger laughed again. "The dead can't hear you." Kir's father turned pale, "What are you..?" The Stranger raised his hands, black things muscular and clawed, "Find out..." Suddenly nightmarish creatures appeared. "Children! Run!" Kir didn't know what to do. He felt torn, so...he ran...he ran and ran, out the door. Past fires and dark shapes. Then..he was alone in the forest. He wandered for hours, until a limb snapping stopped him cold. Before he could hide a hand was around his mouth, "Quiet boy, they may still be around." Kir managed to get a look at the owner of the hand. It was Daran, the twenty-two year old Redguard cook. "We have to leave...come on, I know a place."
The traveled all night with out rest to Helgen. There, Daran bought a longsword and they hired a carriage. "To the border of Hammerfell, no questions and you won't remember us." He handed the driver a coin purse with five thousand gold inside. "I have no idea what you mean," said the driver taking the coin. "I'm just going to Hammerfell to see the sites. No passangers." Daran nodded as the driver urged the horses along. Daran looked to Kir, and softly said, "Cry for them Kir...it helps. I know." And so he did...for his dad, his bother, his sisters...his life...
For five years they lived in Hammerfell, and in that time Daran married and raised Kir as his own. Kir had planned to return to Falkreath, but rumors of civil war and Dragons stayed the young elf's feet. When he turned fourteen he decided to travel, it took convincing but Daran and Sarli agreed. He wanted to find...something, himself maybe. They gave him supplies and gold, and a tearful farewell. He joined a merchant ship to see the world until he was old enough to travel on his own. The ship avoided Skyrim altogether. Three years passed and Kir grew, stronger and wiser than his age. He was a skilled swordsman, pickpocket, and very stealthy. He wrote Daran and Sarli everytime he was ashore. But the fires of revenge still burned within him. And fate would stroke the flames.
One evening on the ship he awoke to silence. He knew instantly something wasn't right. He grabbed his simple iron sword and silently moved onto the deck. He was drawn to the Captain's Cabin, he silently entered and saw captain's throat get cut by a man in red and black leather armor. As the assassin turned to leave, Kir's sword entered his heart. Kir looked in his eyes as he died and felt numb. His first kill...the crew awoke to find Kir standing over the assassin's body. "Wow...you snuck up on and killed a Dark Brotherhood assassin." Kir knew then he had to leave. They tried to convince him to stay, but his time with them was done. When they docked in the Imperial City he disembarked and they wished him well.
The very next night an assassin tried to poison him and the next week he awoke to find the inn burning. Kir finally lay a trap for the assassin. He hid while a eggify of himself lay in a bed. The assassin appeared and thankfully "killed" the dummy with a bow. Kir tracked him all the way the way to the Dark Brother impromptu Sanctuary in Leyawiin. It appeared they were trying to get back on their feet in Cyrodill.Utilizing all his skill, he snuck in and killed everyone in the sanctuary. Three died from poison apples, two from his blade, and the last(a vampire) was foolish enough to fight him in the sunlight. Slightly injured and incredibly tired, he stumbled to the local tavern. There he rented a room, drank a healing potion, and passed out.
The next day, the Leyawiin guard discovered the corpses and the sanctuary. Rumors circled about a new assassin, known as "The Silent." Because all this fighting and assassinations had happened in complete silence, the night guards had heard nothing all night. And so it was a seventeen year old Kir, became the infamous assassin known as "The Silent." This year also marked the end of the civil war in Skyrim and re-extinction of the dragons.
Two years passed quickly, the Dark Brotherhood had given up trying to kill him or the other sanctuaries had no idea who he was. In this time he had traveled all across Tamriel, having many adventures and contracts. His favorite being to assassinate a wizard that was known to turn people into sweetrolls and eat them! It was after this job he was drawn to Falkreath, his old home. Cracked Tusk Keep was a ruin now...he sighed and decided to face his fears and past. He entered the once great keep. The towers and walls broken, orcish palisade walls and huts abandoned, the keep itself empty, and the orcs who had lived here looked to be long gone. Then he went to the vaults. They had been blown open with fell magika and all traps disarmed. Kir was suprised to see two destroyed dwarven spheres that had apparently guarded the main vault. He walked slowly into the chamber and...several skeletons were in front of the pedestal. One clutched an elven sword in one hand. "Father..." Kir fell to his knees and wept for his family again. He picked up Ancient's Wrath, it should be with him. A small bit of his past, but then something caught his eye.
It looked to be an old parchment hidden in his father's closed hand. Kir respectfully opened the skeletal hand. The folded note read, " Dear Kir, I pray you survived and escaped. If your reading this...we have all passed on. Do not despair, we are with your mother now in a better place. He's coming back now..I love you son. So do your siblings. Wraithguard isn't here though. Find it before him...Look to the past. Lovingly, Faeloen Naylik. Treon Naylik(Brother), Nihls Naylik, and Relas Naylik(Sisters)."
"I swear, I will find Wraithguard and I will avenge you all." He knew he couldn't do it alone. He ran to Falkreath and found a courier to deliver a message to Daran and Sarli. He then went to the Jarl and managed to convince him of his birthrite. "I will grant you the keep and the lands, but the title Thane is mainly honorary and I cannot spare any guards. Is this acceptable?" Kir had little choice and accepted. Within a month Daran and Sarli, had arrived. Even with greying hair, Daran was a strong and willful man. His wife had even contacted some builders she knew. "We support you completly," she said smiling. Then slapped him, "That's for not coming to visit more often." They all laughed together, a family again. "We have alot of work ahead," Daran grunted.
And he was correct, it was hard and grueling. But in two short years the keep was restored to its full glory. All the while, Kir learned everything he could about the Dwemer and Wraithguard. All he knew was legends and rumor. It was known as one of the Profane Tools and was unbelievably powerful. If the Heart of Lorkhan still existed he could understand someones lust for it because of the powers it could grant. He also had searched high and low for the Stranger. He had contacted the Theives Guild and bounty hunters. But he was still getting nowhere, no one knew anything. Other than that Keening, another of the Profane Tools, had been stolen from the Dovahkiin. Not hard considering the Dovahkiin had retired to High Hrothgar.
One day he visited his family's crypt to meditate and pay his respects. When suddenly his father's words came to him. "Look to the past." He stood and went to his mother's section of the crypt. She was the only one he hadn't buried, "Could it really be that simple?" He apologized to the gods, one and all. He slowly opened the casket and he saw...nothing...save for the robed skeleton of his mother. His heart fell, but then he noticed a book. It looked ancient and he noticed a note atop it. Kir reverently opened it. "It's up to you now, but first you must find the others. You cannot do it alone. May all the gods be with you." It wasn't signed and was very different from his father's script. Kir retreated to his private room to read the book and after reading the tome from front to back. He stood with grim determination, knew what he had to do...so it begins...
