Someone seeks to wipe the weakened assassins from the face of Tamriel. The Sanctuaries have been locked, the Dark Family hidden. Shadowy threats from without and little trust from within. In the aftermath of the traitor's destruction, the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood now faces new challenges. Now, the body of your master and mentor hangs in Applewatch, and the Night Mother herself scorns us for our failure. Now, our secrets are broken, for we never saw the traitor in our midst.
Now, the blood you have on your hands is that of your own family. Now, we are scattered, the Sanctuaries sealed. Once upon a time, we scorned Mephala Herself, stole Her treasures, and found a master far beyond what She ever was. Once upon a time, we were mystery, and secret, and the greatest in the Empire would gather our rituals to be allowed to grovel at our feet. Once upon a time, we bore the blood of emperors on our hands. Once upon a time, our name was whispered in the dark corners of the deepest caves and feared in the highest towers.
