It's late night, the moon is high, the stars are out. There's only a single business in the whole city that is open at this ungodly hour. They call it The Tapered Rose. It's a tavern of sorts, a bar with housing. Two people breathe in this building. The rooms are empty. The only lights, are the candles on the tables, and on the bar. The old man stands behind the counter, wiping down flasks and glasses. His hair is balding, his face dripping with age. But the other one, sits in the back of the room, a candle lighting up his features. His sharp teeth, his dark skin. He's far from a human, yet his voice sounds like a man. Upon nearing closer to him, you see his scales, the horns on his head, and the long snake-like tail. He smiles when you take a seat at his table. He's the only reason you woke up so early.
"I won't start over." he says. "It's been a while. So let's just pick up where we left off." he lifts his right arm to the table and sets down a large hammer. It looks like a sledgehammer put on a simple stick. But you know better. You know it's part of the story.
"So I awoke on the ship. I didn't remember who I was, what I was, or where I was. All I knew was that I was saved from something. A man with dark skin looked at me funny." he would lean back in his chair, a low bellow from his lungs. "He was in a cage. He told me I was freed, but not him. Then another man came down and told me to follow him up the stairs. I'd follow him up one flight of stairs, only to get to a second. There was a latched door on the ceiling. He told me to go first, and I did. And I pressed the door open." leaning forward, his hand would fall on his hammer, feeling the wood of the grip. "The light was bright. I thought I died. I thought I had gone to Heaven. Only after hearing the birds chirp, and feeling the wind on my scales did I remember, I was bound for hell.
"I later found the name of this place to be Marrowind. It was an odd name for a dark colored wasteland. I felt like I was at home, but part of me questioned it.
"I was met by a light skinned man who pushed scrolls and quills at me and asked for my information. He wanted my name, my birth sign, my race, my skills. It was all so odd. I sat down, and he looked at me questionably. But I didn't know a single answer.
"I could hear her though. In the back of my mind, I could hear her calling out to me. She called me names like stupid, ugly, and brother. I couldn't help but wonder who she was, and why she looked nothing like me. That's when I wrote a name. Yang. Because I remember her calling me, ". . . . a demon who is the absence of darkness." and that's what I chose my new name to be.
"I looked to my right, and saw a stack of books. "If you need help knowing what you astronomical sign is, those books will help." the man said. So I took them in my hands. I opened it, and by fate, The Shadow was the one I saw. Then another memory came.
"Child of the night, I'm afraid you must go." I remember the voice. A woman. She sounded so pure, so innocent. "Sithis calls for you. You belong there, not here. You are a Shadowscale." And then I wrote it in. I was born under The Shadow."
He would take the hammer, and place it before you, pointing the handle at himself. "After I left the office, I was told to take what I needed from the next room. Now, I'm sure you're thinking that's where I got this, but not quite. I found a letter opener and took it as my own. I took a map and a few rings I found on the table. The man told me it was fine, and all the goods were donated to help people like me. He gave me a bag to put my things in, and I left quietly. When I left his office I saw a large lighthouse, and instinct told me to run to is. I clutched onto the dull blade and opened the door. I saw a man pull a sword and point it at me. It took no more than a second for me to put that one object in his throat. Then I took his blade and made my way to the top. I found his friend and stabbed him too. I took everything they had, took the food and left. I went to the inn that was maybe a leap and bound away. I sold their belongings and bought this hammer. The same hammer I used to reforge the blade I stole." he laughed, setting back in his seat. "Then I remember walking out, afraid, scared. Everyone's eyes seemed to glow red. I ran from there. I ran with everything in my bag, and I found a small cave.
"It was lit by torch light, kinda like this tavern with candles. But instead, I saw the back of a woman. She held a dagger fresh with blood. I saw a tail, furred and spotted, like a brown cheetah. There was bodies before her, bleeding and some burned. And she turned slowly to face me, her eyes wet. And you know was she said to me?" he would lean upon the table, setting his head on his hands. "She spoke, her voice shaken. I could still taste the fear.
"Do'Saah. . ." she said to me, "I thought we lost you." then she dropped her weapon and ran at me, my sword in my hand. She wrapped her arms around me. I was confused, lost, unsure of the circumstance. But I knew that she did not mistake me for someone else. "Don't ever leave me again." she burrowed her head into my shirt. "I promise I'll be a better sister.""
The old man would appear behind you, setting a cup on the table. It was clear, the liquid visible. It was golden, with leaves set upon the top in many small bits. It was something you've seen only when listening to his stories.
"She explained everything to me. We took that cave as our own, and she explained the life I lived, and why we were in Marrowind.
"I was born from a swamp in the southeast of the continent. I called my home Shadowfen. I don't remember anything besides the rotting leaves and the smell of moss. I was hatched from an egg. I didn't know many of my kind. I remember voices when I hatched. I was one of three that survived. There was dozens of my eggkin that died. It was customary for all of us born under the sign of The Shadow to be offered to The Black Hand, or what is known now as the Dark Brotherhood.
"A strange masked man without a tail put the back of us in a cart. We were to travel far to a world no one had seen before. But it would seem that it was not my fate. In the middle of the night, I was stolen along with another of my eggkin. We were taken by dark skinned elves, same as the man who was in that boat. We were to become slaves. But even that road was short. That group of elves, the Dren family I believe, were raided in the middle of Cyrodill, the country the assassin was trying to get us to. And to make matters more confusing, again it was the dark skinned elves that stole us. But this time, they word clothing of sod and dust, paint upon their faces. They wanted to get us free. They called themselves Ashlanders.
"I know I told you before, but I'll go over again. The Ashlanders were a group of Dark Elves who were against the enslavement of my kind, the Argonian race. Their culture shared many ideals and views as ours, and their tribes existed almost beside our own. I did not know how to speak, or make words yet, but the other Argonian did. He told them we were supposed to be with the masked man. And they understood the problem. So instead of returning us to the Black Hand as our culture required, the entire tribe of Ashlanders took it upon themselves to hand deliver us to the Dark God himself. It was the second time I heard the name Sithis. I thought he was a god, and I wasn't far from the truth.
"It took a week for us to make it through Cyrodiil, but seeing as none in our party knew the land, we found ourselves in Arenthia, a city built in a forest. The country of Valenwood, home of the Wood Elves. Eventually, the tribe decided that their purpose was to train us until the Brotherhood arrived. I was told that some of the Bosmer, or wood elves had sent note to their superiors to come to Valenwood to claim us. It felt odd to me, to know so many people worked within this society, yet we were claimed from birth. As a child, I tried to grasp what made us special.
"Three more days passed. The Ashlanders taught us Alchemy as well as crafting armors from plants and hide. The Bosmer taught us archery, as well as hand to hand combat. It was only then I saw another masked man appear. His clothing red and black, the first time I saw one of them during the day. He looked at both me and the other Argonian boy.
"Do you have names?" he asked us. I knew few words from the Ashlanders.
"No." I answered. It would have been normal to be named on our hatching day, but we were Shadowscales. We were only allowed to be named by Sithis or the Night Mother herself. T
"Silent-Moss" he says, "I heard her call to me in my sleep." The man would nod and motion for him to follow. He would stare coldly at me and walk away with the other boy. I took a step to follow them, and the man turned to face me. "It is not your time yet." he told me. "We will find you when it is your time.""
"I stood there and watched as they walked away. I rubbed my eyes to make sure it wasn't a dream, and when I opened them, they were gone. The Bosmer stood there, confused. The Ashlanders were stunned. No one knew what had happened. I was young, a child. An infant. And now I was abandoned. I could not go back home, for it was not our way. And the Black Hand told me it was not my time, least, that one man. The Bosmer told the Ashlanders to go back to Argonia and talk to my people. She wanted to know what to do for my sake, as well as her own curiosity.
"Worry not, Scaled-one." she told me, "I will teach you our ways, so when Sithis is ready for you, you will be ready for him." She was kind. And she was like my mother. "But we have done too much here. We must go." she picked me up and carried me in her arms. We were on our way to Elswyr, the country of felines who were skilled in silver tongues and stealth.
"I don't remember much about my travels there, other than being left alone one night. I remember calling out to her, the elf with no name, and there was no answer. All I could see was the moons in the sky. But then I heard a voice. It was almost drenched in familiarity. It was younger than me, and it was a Khajiit, one of the cat-people. She came to me and sat beside me as I felt lost. She poked the side of my face with her claw. "Brother." was all she said to me.
"I learned her language. I lived with her. I begun to learn the names of the stars, the villagers. I taught her the things I learned. I showed her how to hold a sword. I showed her how to weave ropes and tie knots for various things. The Khajiits in turn taught me how to process skooma and the art of stealth. I didn't want to be Argonian. I wanted a family. I wanted to be a Khajiit. That was when they named me.
"Ja'saah," the elder called me, "Why are you here?" he asked, wondering why I was there. By then, I learned how to speak better. I was older.
"I am to become the night." I replied, "But my family gave me away, and others wanted me to be a slave." It felt so odd to tell the truth. But I knew I was not allowed to utter a word about the Black Hand in this country. Besides, I wanted to forget it all happened.
"Then you are one of us, Ja'saah." he said again. He made it to be my name.
"What does my name mean?" I asked him.
"Ja, you are child. Saah, for you have large feet!" And that was my name. Everyone made it so. "But Ja'Saah has family name, no?" he said, looking at me. But he knew. He nodded. I would remember my family eventually. Even if they gave me up, it was only right for the world to know where I came from." Sighing he shuffles in hands into his pockets. "That was how I lived. I lived among cats. I fought, I stole, I hunted. When I proved my worth, my sister gave me the title of Do, and I become Do'Saah. I was no longer Young-Foot. Now, they called me Strong-Foot. But in that moment of bliss, a scale among furreds, I had a nightmare that seemed real.
Imagine darkness, something darker than being in a cave at night, where the sky is clouded and a blindfold over your eyes. It seemed surreal, it seemed to move in around me, pushing me into nothing. I felt air from my lungs being drained and taken. Then I heard a voice, but it wasn't a voice. It was like a thousand whispers all speaking at once. They uttered the same thing over and over.
Shadowstep. Shadowstep. Shadowstep.
He had named me. I had forgotten him. But he did not forget me. Sithis gave me a name.
"I told my sister. I was only fair, as she knew that I came from Valenwood. She lingered over the name, and questioned it. "Shadowstep?" she asked, "So he named you Saah'Do Step?"
And that's was how it began. I was Do'Saah-Step, Argonian of Elswyr, Rejected Assassin of The Black Hand. "
Scoffing, he would reach down to his glass, lifting it to his mouth. He would sip the drink, the leaves floating on top, but not being consumed. They would press against his lips, but only the drink would pass.
"Next thing I remember is opening the door of our home and feeling a wave of heat on my face. Then I woke up on a boat, found myself in a new world, forgot who I was. And I guess you know where this goes." Laughing he would continue.
"My sister and I lived peacefully in our cave. We left sometimes. I was able to grow foods with nothing but the lights of crystals in the place of the sun. I captured animals and had our own livestock. We were the only beastkin in the entire country that we knew about. The one day, I woke up to find my sister gone. I felt darkness around me. I ran out of the cave to look for her. I remember being full of so much rage I killed everyone that couldn't give me an answer. I became a criminal. People hunted me, so I killed them too. I remember plunging my blade into millions of people, and reforging it with the same hammer on this table.
"Then darkness came over my mind. Then I woke up on the boat again. It was like it never happened. The same elf spoke to me. The same man asked me to fill out forms. But this time I knew the answers. He told me to take what I needed. I took only the map and the bag and left. I left without word. I did not go to the lighthouse. I went right to the cave. I found mercenaries all around, but my sister was gone. I went to the next city and stared into the faces that I had cut down just moments before. I begun to work, living in an inn, making just enough to survive. I had killed everyone, and now they all lived. And now that I remembered who I was, I couldn't find my sister. I tried forgetting who I was to try and bring her back, but I never forgot.
"In my room of the small in, there was an Argonian next door. She sang at night. I listened to her never night before I closed my eyes. The songs were often sad and solemn. She sang songs ans sometimes I quietly sang along.
She had a voice like an angel. She had a voice like my sister."