Turdas, 7th of hearthfire,
It's been awhile sense I've last wrote down what I've been doing but I've been busy lately. You see, after getting my assignments I went off to my first target, Ennodius Papius, a ex-miller who I don't know what he did to anger someone into wanting him dead. That's not my problem though. My problem is him being alive. As I set off towards his last known whereabouts I ran into a group of thugs whom I dispatched quickly. A swift motion of my hammer and the life flooded from there eyes...scum. Anyway, I arrived around 4:30 am and snuck up to him in my brotherhood armor and pulled out my killing weapon of choice. I simple steel dagger. I leaned over him and proceeded to cup his mouth with one hand and repeatedly stab his jugular vein with my bloodthirsty dagger. When I was done I dragged his body to the river near me and watched his lifeless body float down the river. It was amusing.Then I set off to take care of my next target. Her name is Beilted and she was a real bitch to kill. As soon as I snuck into her dwelling she shrieked for help and I had to run and tackle her. I then shoved the dagger into her eye socket and told her to give in. I slowly dug the dagger deeper into her eye enjoying the sound of flesh being twisted and crunched against bone. But as I pulled out the knife 3 guards walked in and were ready to end me. If it wasn't for me to sheath my weapon fast enough they would of impaled me on the spot. I was put in jail and was ordered to be executed the next day. Hearing that made me realize i had to escape. I picked the lock to the door and crept behind the sleeping guard. I smiled as I saw the terror in his eyes as I smashed a mead bottle and jabbed the sharp edges into his neck. Then I took his armor and walked out as if I was a normal guard. I then proceeded to leave the city and put back on my brotherhood armor a took back in the jail chest. I think I'll rest now and swig on this skooma bottle I took from a drug dealer I murdered earlier this week... I love the bitter sweet taste. It's warms my body. Which is good because Skyrim is colder than most providence's. Tomorrow I'll steal a horse and be off to kill my last target. I forgot his name but he lives in a small town. Im thinking of killing this one with my hammer. Maybe get creative and carve something into his face and burn his house. Haha, I'll be going to sleep now. The skooma rush is dying and u got a lot to do tomorrow.
