The life of Carl Holyrood has been an eventful one thus far indeed.
I began as a pentient knight, set on leading a righteous career. One night, I saw a wolf chasing a man and hunted that wolf down and killed it before it could corner its victim. I bid the fellow goodnight... but then he demanded that I hand over all my money. I slew him and continued on.
Later, an accidental horse theft and not-so-accidental murder of a farmhand as I tried to escape landed me in jail. I escaped, jumped from a bridge, and ran off into the countryside. I sought shelter in a sleeping roll I found by some ruins.
In the dead of the night, however, I awoke to find a towering figure above me, swathed in darkest shadow. He had been following my progress and saw how I killed and how I had eluded the law... and was very impressed. He invited me to join the Dark Brotherhood of assassins and presented me with the gift of a virgin blade. I set off into the night still in my prison rags and armed only with this blade of woe, intent on finding some way out of this mess. The knife had been forced into my hand, as I would find no welcome in any town of the Empire.
I found a house in the countryside where I hoped to seek shelter during the day, but as I entered I was observed by a female bandit who had taken residence there. I shanked her quickly enough, but her husband came thundering down the stairs with a battle axe, so I grabbed what food I could find from the dining table and ran off. Just when I thought I had lost him, I ate the food and considered the drastic turn that my life had taken... when the husband's axe cleft right aside of me. Now he was in a battlefield of my choosing, however, and I quickly silenced him.
I spent the day asleep in the house and stripped it of anything of worth. I dragged the body of the wife to the foot of the stairs, as if it were an accidental fate. I proceeded the next night to an inn, where I had been directed to bring death upon an old man. I spotted a fellow shooting a target with his bow and snuck up behind him, but then decided that it might be even more insidious to lurk inside his house and wait for him to return...
When I entered the door, however, I met the innkeeper. I decided that I would make as if I were renting a room for the night and paid my fee. I went upstairs and saw that the inn consisted of only two rooms... mine was right next to my prey. I resolved that the grim deed must be done that night, however I fumbled in picking the lock to the door. I returned downstairs to inquire about the old man, only to discover that he was in fact rooming in the basement. The innkeeper added that he didn't much like visitors, it almost seemed as if the fellow thought he was being hunted...
...I stole downstairs and knocked on the old man's door. When he saw me, he immediately suspected the worst and pushed past me in an attempt to escape. He unlocked another room, but the fool merely ran into a dead end. As he cowered in a corner, I sunk my blade into his spine...
I slept the night in his bed and the voice of the Dark Brotherhood approached me once again in my sleep. He welcomed me to the order and divulged the location of a Sanctuary where I might seek refuge from the world. He then vanished and I saw my chamber door open and heard footsteps go down the hall.
I left crooked scales next to the old man's body, which I placed at the side of the bed, as if he had fallen off... onto a knife. The scales became my calling card as a murderer: some twisted form of cosmic justice had been served.
In a cave beneath an abandoned house in an Imperial town, with guards fast on my feet, I found a monolithic door... that hissed, "what is the color of the night??"
I replied with the countersign I had been given and found myself within the Sanctuary. I completed many contracts as an assassin, but on my travels in the main quest, I was offered to become a Knight Brother of the Blades, a personal bodyguard of the Emperor himself... what irony. The fools, I accepted.
Now, however, I have advanced so far in the ranks of the assassins that I have been granted the gift of vampirism by my undead mentor and now stalk the night in search of the ecstasy of blood... I am stronger, faster, and my eyes cut through the night and see the pulses of those still living around me... but my corporeal form continues to degenerate as I tread deeper into the realm of the undead... >:]
Cordially,
Lord Tiberius Grismath
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