"This... This is... informative."
In a run down building hidden between the abandoned apartments of the alley district, Asino Deasun reads the crumbling documents sitting in front of him. He glances down at them with his candle light double checking everything he's read. "Have you told anyone about this?"
"No." His daughter answers. "I don't know who to trust."
Daniela Deasun. Most people are surprised to hear that a human such as Asino could produce an elven child. The only explanation anyone could provide is that because he himself is half-elven, the elven trait could pass on thanks to the elven mother. At a glance, Daniela and Asino are nothing alike. With her blue tainted hair and eyes, Daniela simply lacks any physical features that resemble her father. Regardless, Asino has made it his responsibility to properly care for Daniela and her sisters.
"You can start by trusting your sisters" Asino replies while straying his eyes towards Daniela.
She nods her head. "I only figured this out while looking at some chantry records. I had no idea it would reveal... this."
Asino rubs his eyelids. "Suppose this... conspiracy is true. According to the records, there is nothing we can do to change it's course. It shows that people in the past have tried to stop it, but couldn't. What do you suppose we can do that is different?"
"Let's see." Daniela rubs her chin and closes her eyes. "According to the documents, assassin's guilds have existed since the height of the Tevinter emperium."
"and apparently they have risen and fallen like the tides." Asino adds. " but why? Why do each of these guilds fall? I understand that assassin guilds are formed out of the necessity to fight off oppression, but why have none of these previous guilds lasted longer than ten years?"
"And what's stranger" Daniela says. "Is that the technology they used seem to always disappear, only to reappear whenever a new assassin's guild is formed. The chantry has found retractable gauntlet blades, blades of the same design that we use today, that are over a thousandyears old. How is that possible? why is it that the these guilds and technologies just deteriorate and then return again and again?"
Asino looks closely at the dates on the documents. All they tell are stories of "shadow demons" using "invisible " to destroy generals in the battlefield. More importantly though, he glances at the dates each of the documents are written. "if you put them in order of timeline" He explains. "These assassins kill for ten years at a time, and then disappear, and then reappear after a ten year period is up. Strangely though, they never use the same technology as the last assassins, until the end of the ten year cycle. It makes no sense why the previous assassin's guild wouldn't just share their weapons technology instantly. It shows that each new guild has to rediscover the technology, not borrow it from the previous guild."
"Like us" Daniela replies.
Asino sighs. "Yes, like us." sighs. "And if we are just another guild, like the the many that have formed in the past, then it sounds like our ten year cycle is up."
Daniela opens her eyes and mouth. "What?" She asks.
Asino explains. "As you know, ten years ago I was sent to Denerim to establish an assassins den for our main headquarters from Orlais."
Daniela nods. "That's right. Assassins works with the bards to establish secret control of the nation. You were sent here to establish power before the Antivan crows could."
Asino shakes his head. "That's not entirely true. True, I was sent here by the assassin's guild in Orlais, but by the time I left, the Assassin's creed was no more"
Daiela's tilts her head back in disbelief. "What?"
"My true purpose for coming here, was to establish power so that Orlais may once again take over Ferelden."
Daniela's eyes widen. "What!? but why would the assassins-"
"Side with Orlais? They didn't. Or at least not the assassins I knew. You see, shortly after the Ferelden rebellion, all the assassins miraculously disappeared. I had always thought they were simply slaughtered by Orlesian spies. Afterall, it wouldn't be surprising that the bards take their anger out on us. We did afterall, aid Ferelden in more ways than we did Orlais. But no, your documents clearly show something different was the cause of the assassin disappearances, something we don't fully understand."
Daniela's eyebrow knit closer together. "But why is it that you didn't disapear? After all, your were a part of their guild weren't you?"
Asino let's out a deep breathe. "No. At the time of their disappearance, I was not an assassin."
Daniela tilts her head in one direction. "What? Why not?"
Asino lets out a soft smile. "I had decided to runaway with your mother at that time."
"Oh." She says silently. "I see..." An awkward silence ensues.
Asino stands up from his desk. "Either way, according to your documents, this guild has one year left before it disappears like the others. I need some time to think this over, in the meantime, you go and tell your sisters about this, but tell no one else, I'm not sure who can be trusted right now."
Daniela nods and hastily climbs out of the Den sky light. Asino takes a different route, and opens a secret compartment into the Pearl inn. I'll be at the beach if anyone needs me.
At the gnawed noble Tavern, Rilum has on a chef's hat and apron as he prepares the nobleman's dinner. Sugar. He mixes the ingredients like a master as the other chef's watch in astonishment. Spice. The other's only know him by a false name. They believe he is an Orlais ambassador teaching them the ways of culinary arts. And everything nice. With the amount of condiments put into the nobleman's cuisine, no one noticed the extra ingredient he used from the back of his pocket.
"Vuala! Tis a masterpiece!" He pretends to be excited with an Orlais accent. "Excuse me my kind lady"He says, making the young girl blush. "Will you do me the honor of serving this to the noble."
The young girl hides her face in embarrassment. She nervously nods at him, and takes the tainted soup out of the kitchen. As soon as she walks out of the kitchen, Rilum walks out the back door. Without so much as saying a word, he takes off his apron and hat, and puts on a black cloak hidden in a crate nearby.
I'll bring them the proof tomorrow. Rilum silently walks to his apartment.Today was no fun. On his way home, he sees some guardsmen arresting an elf. "Help!" The elf yells. "I've done nothing!". No blood today.
"Quiet knife ears!" The guard says while hitting the elf with the handle of his sword. "There's a reason you elves aren't allowed to walk around after dark."
Why did Asino send us on missions that didn't require blood?
Rilum arrives to his apartment. It's a bit run down, but that's the way he likes it. Sure, there are the loud neighbors that have unusual hobbies at night, but he enjoys the fact that people don't hide their true selves in the ghetto alley's of Denerim.
Rilum falls back on his bed. I won't be able to sleep until I get see some blood. Rilum closes his eyes, he closes them for a full hour. He sees splattered images of red paint all over his walls. But its all fake, and he can't satisfy himself with just his imagination. This is why I joined the brotherhood, so I could sleep Rilum sits up, and rubs his eyelids. "Maker's breathe. Asino assigned us all on assassination missions, but he assigned me to the only one that had instructions. I had the only guy I could'n't have fun with. The only one I couldn't cut into pieces. It had to be public! I had to frame that girl! For the love of Andraste, why couldn't I get a normal target?"