Her body disappeared and she moved as quickly as she could away from the center of their ranks.An orc rose to block her way, seemingly able to sense where she was, and Adaliah stabbed him in the chest.“I do not see why we assassins should be fearful of the cult.” “They are not just a cult any more, darling. Lifeless thralls with no sense of self, simply slaves to her will. And though Riften has suffered far more deaths than us, there was no denying the danger.And you know how Beothiah so enjoys violence…Veezara barely made it back alive to report to me. And besides the risk to my family, we could not run jobs properly without being chased by hordes of Boethiah’s faithful, so we have retreated from Skyrim at the moment, until holy Sithis sees fit to save us.” Adaliah’s head spun.
I know that you’re more ” – Adaliah flushed – “to that pack of Riften skeevers than the rest of us, but I was under the impression that you’d disappeared from them, too.Astrid spoke again, her voice a soft purr.”I have missed you, little sister. if times were different I wouldn’t allow you to leave until you had proved your loyalty once again.” “There has never been cause to question my loyalty to the Brotherhood.” Astrid laughed. *** The moment the Sanctuary door closed securely behind her, she was surrounded.Possessed cultists, dressed in grey robes and wielding distinctive-looking daggers pressed in from among the trees. every warrior had eyes that glowed with daedric light, and moved with a lethal sense of purpose. One hand, tingling with Illusion magic, cast a spell of invisibility, and the other drew her dagger.She toppled forwards into the cold, wet mud and her world went quiet.*** The first thing she became aware of was a steady rocking sensation, which was as comforting as it was confusing.