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Well, on my current assassin character, I was worried about who I would have to assassinate in the Dark Brotherhood questline. Therefore, I researched every target to figure out what they were involved in to make sure I didn't miss out on any content. I figured I'd save time for others by compiling my results into one page. EDIT: I was playing Pandemic 2 in another window. It's almost unsettling how well its music fits this guide.

Following the main Dark Brotherhood quests, there's an optional series of secondary assassination contracts given to you by Nazir and the Night Mother. The Night Mother has an unlimited amount of contracts. Fortunately, these are generated by Skyrim's radiant quest system; the NPC you are sent to kill is always generated when the quest begins. You don't have to worry about killing anyone important, so use these quests to brush up on your sneak skills. Nazir is a different story. He has a limited number of quests, all of which involve unique characters. These targets are fixed, so if you're told to assassinate an NPC you've grown fond of... Well, that's too bad. Since you're about to permanently assassinate characters that have roles outside of Nazir's quests, you should make sure you complete everything that each target offers before accepting the contract. Just what are these character-specific tasks, you ask? That's what the upcoming list is all about! I will provide a description of each target and the purpose they serve in the game. With this guide, you can be sure you won't be missing out on any content. Beitild DescriptionOnce working alongside her husband, the pair separated and Beiteild now runs a rival mine. She works very hard to ensure that she makes more profit than her ex-husband. She constantly threatens to fire her miners unless they work harder; oddly enough this gives them even less enthusiasm. Purpose If you have any iron ore, whether acquired beforehand or from the mine, Beitild will pay you for it. Narfi DescriptionA beggar who has descended into madness. His sister has been missing for a year. Although he maintains hope that she will return, everyone believes her to be dead. Purpose Narfi is the main NPC in the quest 'The Straw that Broke.' It's quite short and can be completed in a few minutes. As you may have guessed, it involves confirming the fate of the missing sister. Ennodius Papius DescriptionHe lives in a camp near Anga's Mill. While he was once the owner, he quit and spiraled into paranoia and insanity. Purpose Just Nazir's quest. Ennodius doesn't even spawn until you accept the contract. Lurbuk DescriptionHe has a reputation of being the worst bard in all of Tamriel. So many people wanted him dead tat the Brotherhood had to have a drawing to see which contract would be honored. Purpose You can ask Lurbuk to perform, and he will sing a song he wrote himself. It is perhaps one of the most beautiful pieces ever written. Hern DescriptionHern is a vampire living at Half-Moon Mill with his wife, Hert. Judging by the bloody meat and rags in a shack at the mill, Hern and Hert have been killing a lot of humans and animals to feed on. Purpose Like Ennodius, he doesn't spawn until this quest. However, if you attack him outright, his wife will join him. His wife buys firewood and overall doesn't need to be killed, so if you don't want to kill anyone unless necessary, snipe Hern with a bow while leaving Hert alive. Deekus DescriptionDeekus is a scavenger living by himself. That's his entire back-story. Exciting, I know. Purpose He lives in a camp with a bunch of loot. This respawns even if he's dead, so feel free to fulfill this contract without any wear on your conscience. Ma'randru-jo DescriptionA Khajiit mage travelling with Ri-saad, a trader, and several other Khajiit. Purpose Ri-saad is an extremely useful merchant; one of the only ones to regularly sell Moon Sugar. However, Ma'randru-jo doesn't sell anything. It would be a good idea to snipe him, though, as the other Khajiit (including Ri-saad) will become hostile if they see you kill him. Anoriath DescriptionAlthough he owns The Drunken Huntsman with his brother, he prefers tending to his meat stall in Whiterun's town square. He's an easy character to like, making his assassination a sad moment indeed. Purpose As stated before, he owns a meat stall in Whiterun's town square. He's also a possible target in the Companions quest Hired Muscle. However, since this is a radiant quest, another target will simply be chosen if Anoriath is dead on the off chance he was selected/ Agnis DescriptionAgnis is an old woman who tends to Fort Greymoor. She doesn't care who currently runs the fort, and goes as far as considering herself part of the structure. Purpose You can speak to her, and she talks about her life. Besides this, she doesn't do anything else. Unlike Ennodius and Hern, however, she exists even before the quest is given out. Maluril Ferano DescriptionA mage living with bandits in Mzinchaleft. However, unlike the bandits, he is not hostile. Purpose His journal reveals his back-story, but he otherwise serves no purpose. Helvard DescriptionThe housecarl and adviser of Jarl Siddgeir in Falkreath. Purpose He, along with Nenya, can sell you a plot of land if you have Hearthfire. If you kill him, Nenya and the Jarl will dislike you, making it impossible to buy a house in Falkreath. Therefore, if you have Hearthfire, it is advisable to only kill him after you buy the land. Safia DescriptionShe is found inside the ship Red Wave, stationed in the docks outside of Solitude. Purpose No purpose other than Nazir's contract. She is unique in the fact that she will know you are an assassin when you speak to her. This will turn her hostile. And that's all the contracts Nazir offers. Know the role your target plays in the world, complete their purpose before taking the contract... And then fulfill their final destiny. Thanks reading! Click here to view the article

The Redguard race would like to have a word with you. As for my answer, it would depend on whether magic is allowed. If not, it would probably be: Orsimer Khajiit Redguard Nord Dunmer Argonian Imperial Altmer Breton Bosmer If we COULD, then it would be: Altmer Orsimer Dunmer Nord Breton Redguard Khajiit Argonian Imperial Bosmer If we are looking at Skyrim's racial bonuses, then it would be: Orsimer Khajiit Redguard Dunmer Argonian Nord Altmer Imperial Breton Bosmer This is just for a bar fight, of course. Khajiit is NOT the second best race in Skyrim. That would go to Orsimer, with Breton in first.

It would be interesting to see full width. I voted for it, though I'm not quite sure what it would look like.

Garbage people actually have a decent salary.

Honestly, I don't see much reason for them to fix it. If you don't want to use it, it doesn't hinder your game at all.

Activision should have won. I refuse to buy any of their games new until they fire Kotick.

Sounds like I have a busy Sunday when I get back from vacation.

That's what northern Hammerfell is for.

Yeah, I heard of that glitch, my bad. I forgot that you could level up the same skill over and over again, and was wondering how that would help to increase skills besides smithing and alchemy. Of course, I just realized you could just focus on smithing and alchemy for level ups.

How can you use the restoration glitch to reach it in a single day? This could be interesting.

I just submitted it last Friday, and since this week is my Spring Break, I haven't heard anything yet. And yes, I have several ideas for continuation.

Most people think the Bretons are hideous, especially the females. They always complain about their forehead wrinkles, but I've never really noticed them.

Cicigia is rather light on magic. I wanted to make sure I didn't go overboard, and therefore, there are only a handful of ways to be a mage: Be a member of the Birdlinx race. They can naturally use elemental magic. Be a male Jacrion. They can use runestones to harness powerful spirit magic. Possess a Link Weapon. These contain a specialized power that only a god could normally wield. Become a priest of one of the three major gods. Become a werewolf or vampire. Alys gets ahold of one of the Link Weapons, by the way.

By the way, I have an entire series of stories thought up already. Alys becomes quite the villain later on.

I'm guessing you haven't bought the Dragonborn DLC.

I'm pretty sure these are all popular opinions. [*]You should be able to kill children. [*]Cicero was right, and you should spare him. [*]Bretons are the second most visually appealing race, behind Nords.

Daggerfall: They didn't do much, but then again, you couldn't join them. They were just doing their jobs. 6/10 Morrowind: Their quests were part of the main quest, and thus, you had to join them. They were actually cool people who did what they were supposed to. 8/10 because killing any of their members causes you to fail the main quest.

It says this has been posted as an article, but the link doesn't go anywhere.

I don't see IQ as a true measure of intelligence, so I say no. If it was, then of course. In fact, intelligence is why I'm okay with abortion. If the woman was dumb enough to get herself knocked up, then we don't want her genes in the pool. If she was raped and impregnated, we don't want his.

Some of our members may know this, but for those who don't, I aspire to become a writer one day. In fact, I've already created a fantasy world to base stories in, and have written a couple in that universe. So when my school said they were accepting entries in their literary magazine, I was ecstatic. I realized it was a chance to get my work to a wide audience and get feedback. And that was when I got writers block. For several weeks, I didn't have any ideas. I began to worry, as time was running out for submissions. Just a few days before the due date, I got my idea. And I wrote. The day the entries were due, I turned mine in, just in time. Anyway, being a site dedicated to fantasy video games, I thought the members of this site would enjoy it if I posted the story here, as well. Enjoy, and please give me feedback. It's my first major short story. And please, don't comment on the Red Sun's similarity to the Dark Brotherhood. I honestly wasn't trying to copy it, but see why someone would think so. “And thus, I am left with nothing,†Noel stared at the nobleman with his large blue eyes, “and I am scraping money together and living day to day on the street. Could you please spare a coin?†The nobleman smiled at him, “I suppose I can spare some gold.†He dropped a sack of coins next to Noel, who could hear the rattle of many coins inside. “I pray that you find good fortune. Hopefully the Cult of the Red Sun will get what's coming to them, eh?†the nobleman tipped his hat at Noel. “Thank you,†Noel coughed at him as he walked away. “New sucker born every day,†Noel muttered under his breath, smiling as he tore off his ragged tunic. He emptied the contents of the sack into his hand, counting, “ninety-nine, one hundred, one hundred and one...one hundred and one.†He sighed as he dumped the coins back into the bag. It wasn't as much as yesterday, though it should support him for a few days. “Cult of the Red Sun, bah! What gullible people there are,†Noel chuckled, “they're assassins, not thieves.†When the Cult was becoming more prominent, people became more and more fearful of it, making it the perfect excuse to gain sympathy. Noel walked back from the market with several bags of food, including chicken, fish, and beef. He began budgeting his remaining gold when he saw a flash of movement in an alley. “Hello?†Noel called out. No answer, though he could hear the sound of boots scurrying around the back of the alley. “Lowlifes,†Noel muttered. The province of Deputes had very strict castes of the rich and the poor. Noel was one of the few that fell in between. He shook his head and walked home. While he felt a small amount of sympathy for the less fortunate, he didn't care enough to actually do anything. It was dark by the time he reached his house. As he carried his bags through the door, he heard a rustling coming from upstairs. “Hello?†Noel called, “listen, if one of you lowlifes needs a place to stay, you can sleep on he floor for the night.†No answer, but the scurrying continued. Setting his bags of food on the floor, Noel cautiously ascended the staircase, listening for the source of the sound. The scurrying became louder and louder, until he swore it was just around the corner. Slowly, ever so slowly, he peeked around the corner... Nothing. Nobody was behind the corner. “Darn rats,†Noel sighed, “I'm just feeling rather jumpy tonight.†He began to rip off his tunic and get into bed. “We are the darkness that comes before dawn,†a high pitched voice whispered through the house. “Who's there?†Noel hopped out of his bed and looked around. “We do battle with brains, speed and brawn,†another voice whispered behind him. Noel spun around, “I demand you to leave at once!†Once again, the high pitch voice sounded behind him, “stand and deliver, as we do mean harm.†“Show yourselves!†Noel grabbed a dagger from the foot of his bed and swung it in a circle. “If you try to resist, you will lose an arm,†the other voice seemed to be coming closer. Noel froze in terror, “This isn't a game! Who are you? Show yourselves!†He froze up as he heard the two voices directly behind his back, saying in unison, “We need you. And you will soon feel the same about us!†Noel blacked out before he could turn around. Noel started gasping for breath as soon as he came to. He began panicking when he realized he couldn't see anything. “You've blinded me! You monsters? Why did you do this to me?' One of the men pulled the bag off Noel's head. “Oh. Never mind. Even still, why have you taken me?†A man in a red cloak stepped forward. While darkness covered most of his face, Noel could make out a scar on his throat, and his long and thin nose stuck out of his hood. “Allow me to introduce myself,†the man said in his high-pitched voice, “My name is Yurian.†“Well then, Yurian,†Noel glared at him from his chair, “where have you taken me, and what do you want with me?†“Well, you see, Noel, we don't like seeing our name misused. And you seem to have done just that. We simply wish to reach a compromise.†“The Cult of the Red Sun? Well, that's just my luck, isn't it?†Noel gulped as he broke into a cold sweat, “Listen, I won't talk about you ever again. Deal?†“Tsk, tsk,†Yurian wagged his finger in front of his face, “Not enough, I'm afraid. You owe us, Noel.†He grinned widely with his thin lips. “What do you want from me?†Noel began shaking, trying to plan some sort of escape, “I have nothing worth offering.†“Oh, believe me, you have something. That something is your skill. We want you to join us.†Noel stopped shaking and began staring Yurian down. “My skill? I'm anything but an assassin,†he protested, “what could I possibly accomplish?†“Coercion,†Yurion replied as he began pacing, “agility, resiliency, cautiousness. We've watched you for a while, and we believe you exhibit these traits. Believe me when I say you have potential. I, and only I, can bring that potential out. So, will you join us?†“I suppose I don't have much of a choice, do I?†Noel grunted. “Nope,†Yurian replied as he continued his unsettling grin. He stretched his hand out to shake. Noel just stared, “I can't shake until you untie me!†“We didn't tie you.†Noel looked down, and was surprised to see that he was never even tied down. “Very well, I will join you,†Noel replied, and extended his hand, Yurian expressing his crazed smile all the while. “So, what is the first thing I need to do? Some sort of entry ritual?†Noel asked, sipping his coffee. “Well, we used to have an initiation, but after a horrible accident, we stopped,†Yurian touched his scar and winced. “So no initiation, then,†Noel decided not to inquire further on that matter, and repeated his question, “In that case, what do you want me to do next?†Yurian raised his finger in the air as he finished his coffee. As he put it down, his smile faded and he put on a serious expression, asking, “You have heard of the City of Mallowfort? And Lord Arititor? Of course you have, what am I saying...well, he's gotten one of our members caught and hanged. It seems we need to show him not to cross us. He is having a noble gathering. Problem is, he recognizes many of us, so none of our older members can take this contract. Are you in?†“Invitation please, sir,†the man at the door extended his hand. Noel handed him his forged letter. “Lord Akarat? Enjoy the party,†he handed back the letter and nodded. As Noel entered the foyer, he glanced around at his environment. Around him, he saw the nobles dancing, discussing politics, and feasting on wine and meat. He almost wished he was here for such a reason, as it looked to be much fun. Lord Arititor is going to have dark skin and black hair tied into a tail, Noel remembered the description Yurian gave him, he usually wears a purple cape. He glanced around the room one more time, but could not see anyone who matched such a description. Relax, he told himself, just enjoy the festivities until you see him. He headed over to the feast table. Noel almost forgot what he was there for when he heard everybody in the crowd hush. As he glanced over, he saw a man step down the main stairs. He had dark skin and black hair, tied into a tail. He also was wearing a purple cap. That's him, then, Noel thought. He began looking for some sort of way to get the job done cleanly. “I am first going to give my sincerest thanks to any attending...†Lord Arititor continued on, but Noel was no longer listening. Instead, he was quickly tracing the overall layout of the room in his mind. His eyes glanced to the chandelier, to the ropes hanging around it, and finally to the rafters. He smiled as he realized what to do. This was higher than I planned it to be, Noel thought to himself as he sneaked across the wooden beams, I never had a good balance. Eventually, step by step, he reached the area directly above Lord Arititor. Noel could see the crown of messy black hair on his head. Clutching a dagger in his hand, he reared back his arm for a throw— “Ahh!†Lord Arititor screamed and clutched his back in pain. Within seconds, he was on the ground, dagger sticking out of his back. Noel opened his hand, looking at the dagger he never threw. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the shadow of a woman on another rafter. He immediately turned his head toward her, but she seemed to disappear before he could get a good look at her. What was going on? Did the Cult of the Red Sun send someone else? “Secure the castle! Nobody is leaving until we find who is responsible for this!†One of Arititor's royal advisers stepped down the stairs and raised his hand, “Everybody calm down!†“Better get out of here. Maybe Yurian will still give me credit,†Noel muttered. He tried to turn around, when he suddenly lost his balance. “Oof!†he tumbled toward the ground, right in front of the staircase. “Well, what do we have here?†the adviser walked toward Noel. He shoved Noel onto his back with his boot. “Th-this isn't what it looks like,†Noel stuttered. Too late, he realized he was still clutching the dagger. “How stupid do you think I am?†the adviser's eyes narrowed, “guards, restrain him.†Noel's eyes widened as the guards moved toward him. With no idea what he was doing, he swept his legs around himself, tripping all the guards around him. He them pushed off his shoulders, landing on his feet. “Catch him!†the adviser screamed, “catch the assass--†Noel tossed back his dagger in hopes of providing a distraction, and almost cringed when he heard the adviser scream, followed by a crash and a gurgling sound. Outrunning the heavily armored guards, Noel aimed toward a stained glass window, put himself into a charging position, and jumped through. As Noel pulled himself out of the moat, dripping wet, he looked around the square. Everybody seemed to be going about their normal business. Better hurry, Noel thought, before the word gets out from the castle. He walked as fast as he could without drawing attention. As he reached the city gate, he could hear the sounds of shouting coming from the castle. He breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes, that has actually happened before,†Yurian scratched his chin as he heard Noel's story, “She is a freelance assassin that has been stealing many of our contracts, and it has been a huge problem, blowing our cover on many an assignment.†“Do you know her name? Anything?†Noel asked. Yurian left for a second and came back with some parchment, “As a matter of fact, we do. She's been a thorn in our side for far too long, and we were planning an attack. Her name is Alys,†Yurian closed the scroll and placed his hands on the table, glaring at Noel. “So, would you like to take this one?†“Of course, Yurian,†Noel stuck out his hand. They shook. Click here to view the article