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The Dark Brotherhood. I've always envied them, of how they so easily caught and eliminated people. What's better, is that people do nothing about it! Ha! I've always wondered how and even why they do it. Well, the second answers obvious; someone is needed to carry out assassinations! Although that may be the only answer, I've always been curious as to why they do it in such a way. I am a researcher of their specific tasks and murders, taking every significent detail, whether it's the victim themselves, or even the specifics of their positioning. Recently I've been finding some slack in their work. It's like they don't train any more - they just kill on the spot and run away. It's upsetting, really. It used to be such an art, seeing of how they would set up the body in such a peaceful manner, or in a tone of threatening power, like a few years back. It was an adolescent girl, splayed everywhere on the cold, stone grounds of Windhelm. Many said it's the serial killer that resides in the abandoned houses, but I know he was caught a week before the murder - a time of which not many would care to remember. At that time, a boy was also chanting in the tower above the girl. At first, I thought it was he - after all, he was holding a bloody knife when I came to ask him a few questions. He slowly explained of how he was performing a very strange ritual - known as the Black Sacrament. I left quite late, a few days afterward, only to hear that a random stranger had killed the orphanage woman down in Riften just after I left. I took a carriage as fast as I could to see if the Murderer was still there - perhaps returning the art of the Assassin. I made - and he was there.

Standing over a headless body, peering into the empty eyesockets of the elderly woman Grelod the Evil, although all adults call her Grelod the Kind. I was once under her roof - and I feel no remorse for her. Looking back at the killer, I saw him peeling away at the skin of her head, revealing the bloodied skull beneath. The eyes were removed, and I could only assume the same was for the tongue, as the was a small clump of meat at his feet. I almost fell backwards, but I still had to gag as I kept myself stable. Unfortunately, they heard me.
'I don't like being watched.' I heard a dark tone his voice. Not formal, just dark. I asked if he was part of the Dark Brotherhood, but he pushed the question aside and ran off with all of the skin removed from the skull - and threw them into the river. The skull itself was left directly where it used to be; staring into the hole of it's previous base.

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The Dark Brotherhood. I've always envied them, of how they so easily caught and eliminated people. What's better, is that people do nothing about it! Ha! I've always wondered how and even why they do it. Well, the second answers obvious; someone is needed to carry out assassinations! Although that may be the only answer, I've always been curious as to why they do it in such a way. I am a researcher of their specific tasks and murders, taking every significent detail, whether it's the victim themselves, or even the specifics of their positioning. Recently I've been finding some slack in their work. It's like they don't train any more - they just kill on the spot and run away. It's upsetting, really. It used to be such an art, seeing of how they would set up the body in such a peaceful manner, or in a tone of threatening power, like a few years back. It was an adolescent girl, splayed everywhere on the cold, stone grounds of Windhelm. Many said it's the serial killer that resides in the abandoned houses, but I know he was caught a week before the murder - a time of which not many would care to remember. At that time, a boy was also chanting in the tower above the girl. At first, I thought it was he - after all, he was holding a bloody knife when I came to ask him a few questions. He slowly explained of how he was performing a very strange ritual - known as the Black Sacrament. I left quite late, a few days afterward, only to hear that a random stranger had killed the orphanage woman down in Riften just after I left. I took a carriage as fast as I could to see if the Murderer was still there - perhaps returning the art of the Assassin. I made - and he was there.

Standing over a headless body, peering into the empty eyesockets of the elderly woman Grelod the Evil, although all adults call her Grelod the Kind. I was once under her roof - and I feel no remorse for her. Looking back at the killer, I saw him peeling away at the skin of her head, revealing the bloodied skull beneath. The eyes were removed, and I could only assume the same was for the tongue, as the was a small clump of meat at his feet. I almost fell backwards, but I still had to gag as I kept myself stable. Unfortunately, they heard me.
'I don't like being watched.' I heard a dark tone his voice. Not formal, just dark. I asked if he was part of the Dark Brotherhood, but he pushed the question aside and ran off with all of the skin removed from the skull - and threw them into the river. The skull itself was left directly where it used to be; staring into the hole of it's previous base.