SHADOW FORCE
I feel weird writing this, but I feel like I must. My sweet Helseth, being raised among the Tribunal Temple, believes that keeping order is done best by your deeds and inspiration. Me? Being raised among the Morag Tong and the Dark Brotherhood I've learned that it is not enough. Sometimes fear is good to keep others in check.
For you see, my dear Helseth and I saw them at first. He didn't say a word, pretending it didn't happen. But it did. And as days go by, it occurred more often. Deserters.
Forming such a thing as a whole pack tribe of werewolves was likely to attract some unwanted attention. Weirdos who joined for fun, until they decided otherwise. Sloppy mutts, who wanted to gorge on their primal urges and worst of all - spies from other packs. We're new and with serious business - it's just a matter of time.
And it finally happened. Four of our "brethren" - Dynus Aralas, Kayd at-Sal, Nusana and Snagg gro-Mashul - ransacked our headquarters, Stonefang Isle, and stole some of our trinkets. Our holy artifacts were well hidden – my dear husband of mine is not stupid after all. When he found out about their treachery, he silently left the Tribe for a day. It struck him, that no matter how we might try, there's always going to be some n'wahs ready to break everything. When Helseth came back, he was half-naked and covered in blood and still had an angry look on his face. "Find them" he trickled through his teeth "And make an example of them".
It took me a week to track them - fetchers were good, not good enough. Turns out they hid in a place called "Blessed Crucible", where they, as an offering, gave the trinkets and sold any valuable information about the Tribe to the Crucible's mistress, the Lava Queen. It was going to be messy, as I had to pick the most discreet of my fellow werewolves to do the dirty job, along with me, of course. No witnesses, spare no one - kind of missions I personally enjoy.
And after all the killing through the Crucible’s halls, we found the traitors, we killed them and took their heads with us, still pushing deeper into the compound. They threw everything they had on us. Giants, Trolls, fire scarabs... and in the end, after a good fight, the life of the Lava Whore was taken by me. In blood and carnage the Tribe's secret police was born - my Shadow Force. This should ease the sense of defeat of Helseth's rule.
When the Lava Queen's head, along with our four traitors, were impaled on Stonefang Isle, it was our cue to move out to something more... close to cities. I wonder where...?
Arvamea.
