A Crimson Conspiracy

Author’s Note: This tale is as factual as I could have possibly made it. I do not own Elders Scrolls, nor do I claim rights to anything but this little story of mine. This is in no way to be used as a “canon” story material. It may contain slight spoilers. Do not read if you haven’t finished Morrowind or Oblivion. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Prologue

Set in 3E 430, before the murder of Uriel Septim VII, the Dark Brotherhood is as it had been before the mass chaos spurred by the traitor Mathieu Bellamont and before the destruction of the Black Hand. With the disappearance of Eno Hlaalu from the Morag Tong of Morrowind, the Black Hand has decided that the time is right for the ultimate destruction of their long-time enemies and rivals. It has been rumored that the Nerevarine of Morrowind had taken Eno’s place, but the Black Hand has deemed it of no importance. With the defeat at Red Mountain and the death of Almalexia and Sotha Sil, the Nerevarine has disappeared, whisked away to the lands of Akavir. The loss of Vivec and the burden that has been placed upon the Morag Tong has left the country in chaos.

And Chaos… is the Dark Brotherhood’s true calling.

Destruction is nigh.