War Of The Guilds (A skyrimfanfiction)

The Fall of The Thieves

   As Jeneasa walked to the gate, a guard stopped her. "Halt, under Jarl Black-Briar's orders, no one enters while an invasion is on its way," the guard said.

   "I am Thane to Maven, let me pass; I must speak with her," Jeneasa said.

   "Fine, but go around the side to get in, we'll inform the Jarl of your return."

   "Thank you." Jeneasa walked around to the side gate which was guarded by several people, most of them were mercenaries. But the one that stood out the most was Maul, one of Maven Black-Briar's personal mercenaries. If he was out here, then Maven knew something was wrong.

   "Hello, Thane, go in," he said not keeping his eyes off the horizon. Jeneasa walked through the gate and noticed nobody was out of their homes, except for most of the city guards. She walked into Mistveil Keep to talk to the Jarl first.

   The Nordic woman known best as “Parton of the Thieves Guild,” always loved her position as Jarl; she practically was the Jarl even before her positioned was upheld by the Imperials, but she was now officially the Jarl. Jeneasa walked up to Maven and bowed in a manner of respect. "There is no need, Thane, you are already blessed by my mark," Maven said, as she took a bite of the apple she had in her hand.

   "Jarl Maven, we need to get you away from here," Jeneasa said.

   "No, I will not leave my hold as my people are slaughtered."  

   "You will be killed."

   "Let them come, I've got the best army money can buy, and the best weapons."

   "And what weapons would those be?"

   "Ebony, I told you I buy nothing but the best." Then an explosion shook the keep, knocking down a few other people in the room. Then, one of the walls broke down as a huge ball of fire entered the room. A man with a suit on then walked into the door accompanied by a High Elf, who was assumedly Genie. As the man got closer, Jeneasa recognized him as Sibbi Black-Briar.

   "Hello, Grandmother, how incredibly nice to see you again after my life sentence by your guards," he said, as he pulled a dagger from his side. The man walked up to his father and slit his throat. Sibbi then walked to his grandmother. "Now I will sentence you, just like you did me and my judgment is for you, is to rot in Oblivion!" He grabbed his grandmother's neck, and jabbed the knife in and out, six or seven times.

   "Sibbi, we may have company; keep an eye out," the High Elf said as her red burning eyes searched the room. "I know you're here werewolf." Jeneasa got up and ran past the broken wall and went out of the keep. She hurried to the secret entrance to the Thieves Guild HQ. On her way in, she locked the sewer grate that leads into the Cistern.

   As she hopped down from the ladder and into the Cistern, Brynjolf, followed by Delvin, and Vex ran up to her.

   "What's going on, Lass? You look like you took a lot," Brynjolf said.

   "An invasion of Riften; Maven and Hemming are dead, we're next," Jeneasa replied, running to the Flagon where most of her colleagues were waiting.

   "What?! She's dead?! Well, I can't certainly believe that. What about Ingun or Sibbi?"

   "Sibbi killed Maven and, I don’t know about Ingun. We've got to go, now!"

   "We can't just pack up and leave, there's no place to go," Delvin said catching up.

   "Don't you understand? We are all screwed if we don't leave," Vex shouted, reinforcing what Jeneasa said.

   "I don't give a flaming pile of pig crap; they're not taking the Flagon until I'm dead."

   "Fine, maybe we can take them. But still, if we fail and retreat, where do we go?"

   "Not for me to tell," Brynjolf said.

   "The Dark Brotherhood caves," Jeneasa said.

   "Good luck with that, we don't know the code."

   "Silence, my brother."

   "Don't tell me to stop talking! We're in a Guild critical moment!"

    "No, that’s the pass phrase." Then without a warning, the entire Flagon shook.

   "Delvin, Vex, Dirge, and I will stay here in the Flagon to keep them at bay the rest of you wait in the Cistern and await to retreat," said Brynjolf.

   "I will stay with-" Jeneasa said, but was cut off by Brynjolf.

   "No lass, if you fall and the guild retreats, we won't have anybody to lead the guild."

   "Karliah?"

   "I don't think she would be up to that, so please stay behind and wait for us to return." The whole Guild, except for the four of them, went into the Cistern. They waited for about thirty minutes before Brynjolf came running in with blood all across his chest. "Run! They're coming!" He hit the floor dead without another second. Behind him,

dozens of vampires, Silver Hand, mercenaries, and mages came through every moment. Jeneasa grabbed her Nightingale Blade, and charged at them with Fire Bolt in hand. The other members of the guild weren't as reluctant as she was, only joining the fray after she had killed about ten of them. The Dark Elf woman hit a mage with her sword, while at the same time she just finished off a vampire with her Fire Bolt. All around her, members of the guild were dying, she even saw Garthar get over- run before she herself would. When most of the Guild was on the ground dead or dying, she decided enough deaths had happened and started to chant in the dragon tongue. (Sing along time kiddies!) "Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, naal ek zin los varhiin, Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal! Ahrk fin norok paal graan fod nust hon zindro zaan, Dovahkiin fah hin kogaan mu draal (I believe I don't need a translation for this, because you can look it up)." Many of the attackers died quickly, but it still didn't stop the next wave of vampires from coming in. Jeneasa decided it would be best to create a wall of flames to slow them down for a few seconds; so as to let the others help tend to their wounded. She blasted the floor in front of the broken door with the spell. Many vampires tried to cross it, but died instantly those who were smart enough to stop just looked at her with hunger. Jeneasa ran over to a near dead Niruin.

   "I can't hold on much longer," he screamed in agony.

   "Don't die on me." Jeneasa handed him a potion that would help heal him quicker, but it was too late; he died moments later. After his death, the screaming of vampires brought her back from her dead friend. The vampires had found a way to get in, and they were charging at the Dark Elf. She felt a sword go into her stomach, a slight pinch in her arm, and she fell to the ground.