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A contract sounded simple, a simple pay and a simple job. Each person had been the same, kill some poor schmuck and go back to claim the gold. Home... in the Sanctuary where it was the same boring if not repetitive way of life for some. But Reila thought differently for once, a raven haired wood elf from the deep reaches and forests of her home. Now she was in the cold tundra of Skyrim, the Nord infested land where Giants and unlawful bandits roam free. A simple traveler to start, a woman who carried only a bow and dagger with her essential traveling supplies.

Normally, a contract was made by a willing participate who performed the Dark Sacrament. But this was a more special case as there wasn't a client and no one performed the ancient ritual. Reila was out for revenge, a contract forged by hate and blood long since spilled. Before the woman had been in the Dark Brotherhood, she was a simple woman who had been traveling Skyrim to head into Hammerfell to continue her travels since her Exile from home. By wandering in Markarth, there had been a conspiracy going on about the Forsworn; and being caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, Reila was suspected as one of them.

For a little over a year and a half, the woman slaved away in Cidhna Mine that served as a prison. Digging silver and serving time for a crime that she herself didn't commit. An execution was scheduled, but the woman was a wily one. With a history of being on the run and a thief, the woman had found her one and only chance to escape that faithful night. Killing one guard in the process, she fled into the night wearing a disguise of the fallen soldier.

A fugitive and an escaped criminal of only unfavorable luck, Reila had been recruited by the Dark Brotherhood some time later. Now, it had been two years since then. A night that she would enact her revenge. Spending months on watching Markarth when she wasn't on a contract and tracking down to those responsible of her false imprisonment. A bounty was still out in the hold for her, but it didn't stop the Bosmer from doing what she had already done for the course of two years. She didn't care for the Forsworn and thought they could rot for she cared... All she wanted was blood to spill.

Rain came down as the shrouded woman ravaged the road upon horseback. With a deep cowl, only the lower part of her face could be seen in the right light. With black and red robes complete with the signature black hand print. There was one man... responsible for her imprisonment as she approached the city of Dwemer and Stone architecture. She dismounted the bay horse a mile away from the city, deciding to make it a silent approach.

It was night time and Reila was armed with just an Elven Dagger, a blade that she held regards for. Her approach was an odd one, seeking to evade the massive doors leading into the city. Instead, the woman climbed the rocky walls that surrounded the city, moving in the cover of the night and storm. Not one guard had dared stirred or move to see the figure as it made way into the stone city.

Upon entering the city, Reila dropped low behind a merchant's stand to hide from the sight of a few guards. The elf crafted a spell in one hand as she waited for the two to walk by for her destination was the Treasury House. The enchanted energy flew and pelted the left one on the back, an illusion spell that invoked rage and the urge to just kill everything. The man had suddenly let out a scream just as Reila slipped by once he started punching his friend. The diversion was set and all she needed to do was to make it to the building.

To make her work more effective, Reila did several more guards in with the rage spell. Chaos ensued as the city guard had gone into a state of panic as the affected soldiers had rose a ruckus. Other people in the city flocked out in the streets to see the such commotion. It was like a miniature civil war by the time the Elf had blended into the gathering townsmen as they too had been attacked by the enraged guards. As she done so, a veil of magic enshrouded her body to cloak herself nearly invisible.

Reaching the doors, the woman silently slipped into the building with barely a sound. Her magic clairvoyance sent a wispy ethereal energy only seen by her whirling around in the building. The illusion faded as the assassin was revealed in the torch light, the few weary and late night staff recoiled in fear at the sight of the being appearing.

Reila's hand grasped the dagger just as she pulled an elderly man into her grasp. The point of the elaborate dug into the neck, drawing all but a trickle of blood. Questioning the frightened man, she asked where her target was but no reply came.

"Answer me or you'll lose something of value!" Reila shouted then as she shoved the man against the wall, bearing the dagger then at the man's groin. He hastily pressed himself against the wall at the sight of what she meant, spilling out the information she wanted.

"Good." Was her sole reply before she slammed the pummel of the weapon to his temple, knocking him out cold. But as she did so, the roar of the town "riot" could be heard now as the fighting drew closer to the building. The man, the one whom she sought, came out of the left office with an inquiring look as he was curious of what was going on. Fear came on his face as he saw the Elf with the blade in hand slowly advancing towards him. She had let down her hood as the fiery gaze set upon his own, the same one that he imprisoned years ago.

The man didn't go far as the Wood Elf moved in. With a simple grasp to his shoulder, screams came from the few witnesses as they saw the man yowl in pain. Protruding from his chest was the silver gleaming blade coated with the red hot blood. Reila ripped the weapon out of his back and pushed the man forward as he bled to death. He cried out in pain, twitching as the frostbite spider venom wreaked havoc on his body. During that, Reila ensued a ghostly veil as she left the man to die slowly screaming and bleeding.

The room was silent as the man died just as Reila left. Revenge had never felt so good.