Dragonborn Saga

ets having bad speech skills which he mostly needs Jonrad for thus he had to push further for information this time.

”Really? I heard he's a customer or some sort of a patron here… maybe a lover? ”

”I don't know anything about Rathir! I've already asked you to leave, so I guess we'll have to do this the hard way. ”

Without even raising her hands, Zaria launched her fingers against the bottles and they flew at Glymet's face which caused him to retreat immediately.
All he could do was to evade one which exploded behind him in a buff of nasty red smoke and hit the other one with his dagger causing a yellow burst of stink.

Zaria then threw another bottle and in that instant, Glymet managed to redirect it with his hand and catch the one that followed before jumping at Zaria and pinning her down.

”KYAAA! ”

”Got you! ”

”Help… ”

”Not a word! ”

Zaria was pinned to the ground with the blade striking through her floor just beside her neck.

”Stop, stop.
I'll tell you everything. ” Zaria finally shouted as she submitted to the Assassin.

”Good call. ” Glymet retreated his weapon and helped Zaria up, ”Got to be one scary Rathir to scare a woman like you like that. ”

”Not as much as you, it seems. ” She said while touching her neck, ”Why are you after Rathir? ”

”Why should I be after him? I am merely asking around about the man. ” Glymet said as he narrowed his eyes, ”You can say it is some sort of a debt. ”

”Rathir? Debts? ” Zaria caught on to the lie, ”I don't think he is the kind of guy who deals with loan sharks.
He's a High Priest for Arkay's sake, he sleeps on a hoard of gold. ”

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Running low on patience, Glymet skipped the part where he has to hide his motive and played with the dagger in front of her face.

”Mind being more helpful? ” He asked.

”Alright! Alright! What do you want to know? ” She raised her hands and backed off.

”Where he stays, where he goes, anything about the rascal. ”

Zaria looked at Glymet up and down and with a slight grin, she nodded.

”So you want dirt on him. ”

”I would appreciate it. ”

”Fine. ” She nodded, ”Rathir is a necromancer. ”

”Interesting. ” He said, ”How exactly do you know that? ”

”Long ago, he used to invite me to meetings… moonlight walks, whatever you call it.
I was invited to his merry little band short after but when I found out about his practices, I left his cult. ”

”Interesting. ” Glymet smiled, ”I am glad he's just another scum at the end of the day. ” He then glanced at Zaria with a malicious intent glimmering in his smirk.

”What do you want more than what I already told you? ” She asked in fear.

”Do you know how to get closer to him without being spotted? ”

Just that question was enough to give her trouble but now that she thought about it again, this may just be the end of her troubles.
If Glymet can just kill Rathir or whatever shit he wants to do to him, it may be very useful.

”Tell you what.
I'll let you borrow my old cult robes to sneak into his ritual if you do a little something for me.
I have this new poison I've been dying to try out.
Why don't you test it on those cultist scum? ”

”I'll take your robes and your potions, milady. ”

***

When it comes to assassinating, Glymet had a style different than most of those in the business.

He likes it more when it is bloody.

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Normally not a trait for a Hero… or maybe a trait for every Hero for his purpose is to purge whatever in his way to achieve his goals.

The High Priest of Arkay, Rathir, was such a stepping stone.
As Glymet upheld justice in his heart, he didn't want to kill innocents but Rathir was a betrayer to the Divines.
If the Priest of the God of Death succumbs to the God of Undeath, they deserve a thousand deaths over and over again.
Glymet would gladly deliver that.

He walked into the Worm Cult shrine where Rathir was gathering his followers that most of them wore the habits of the Priesthood of Arkay.
On the main altars were the corpses of aged men who hanged the Amulets of Arkay around their necks which reveals what has befallen the real Priesthood of Arkay.

Rings upon rings of necromancers gathered around the ritual ground and in their center stood a man giving a heated speech.

”In this night, the Necromancer Moon shall arise! On this night, the Worm God Mannimarco shall accept our sacrifice.
By drawing the blood of the zealots to the most hated Arkay, we shall extend our Lord's grasp.
The ghosts shall dance and our Lord will reward us. ” Rathir shouted and swayed under the moonlight before opening his hands, ”Gather round, my children.
It is time for the ritual to begin.
Tonight, the dead walk! ”

”Not so fast. ” Yet a voice spoke.

Everyone looked at the Necromancer who rudely interrupted the ritual and in an instant, part of the cave fell from the ceiling and targeted Rathir almost flattening him into a smoothie.

Still, almost.

”Your Grace! Move! ”

One of the Necromancers wearing Arkay's Priesthood robes ran towards the man and pushed him out of harm's way as the stones fell.
Instantly, blood and gore exploded around where the stones landed with seven necromancers dying beneath them at least.

”Tsk! ” Glymet clicked his tongue as Rathir seemed unharmed and he was now exposed before taking the life he was supposed to take.

”What? You're not one of us! It's the assassin I was warned of! ” Rathir shouted.

”Warned? ”

Now that's interesting!

Someone would warm the Assassination Target of an Assassin that only the Dark Brotherhood members could have known about.

Who in Oblivion would that be?!

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