Perhaps a former target wanted revenge — or perhaps Riften's Thieves' Guild didn't want him infringing on their territory. This Khajiit mage guards Ri'saad's traveling merchant caravan. He's a tricky one to kill, as he's usually close by the others in his caravan. The Dragonborn may choose a dialogue option to insult him, causing him to turn hostile; however, other caravan members will aid him in combat. Frenzy is an option as well, but may result in several caravan members being killed.
It's difficult to say who might have wanted Ma'randru-jo dead, but there's room for speculation. While there doesn't appear to be any bad blood between different caravans, unspoken rivalries may run deep. Perhaps another caravan believes that Ma'randru-jo's boss Ri'saad is interfering with their business, and wishes to scare him off. A hunter from Whiterun , Anoriath can be tricky to kill since he spends most of his time in highly-populated areas.
Players are best off waiting until he heads into the Drunken Huntsman, out of sight. It might take some waiting and some stealth, but it's better than killing him in broad daylight.
Alternatively, as with most targets, it is possible to challenge Anoriath and turn him hostile. Anoriath appears friendly and an honest businessmen; it's difficult to imagine his neighbors would want him dead. Racial prejudices may come into play here; for example, Nazir expresses distaste for Anoriath's elven heritage. A maid in Fort Greymoor, Agnis spends her days cleaning and complaining.
The fort may be controlled by troops from the player's side in the Civil War — or, if the player has not taken sides, by bandits. In the latter case, entering the fort might take some combat; however, in both cases, killing Agnis is an easy task. Notes scattered around the fort indicate that the occupants aren't fond of Agnis, as she constantly nags them and inhibits their sleep.
Regardless of who's occupying the fort at the time of the contract, it's likely one of its residents contacted the Brotherhood. Holed up in the Dwemer ruin Mzinchaleft , Maluril has hired bandits and mercenaries to protect him. Though the mission isn't exactly easy, players don't have to concern themselves with stealth when it comes to Maluril.
Simply fight his guards, and lastly, the man himself. A dangerous wizard, it's not all too surprising Maluril has enemies. Perhaps an academic rival like Calcelmo wishes to see him dead and take credit for his work — but this seems extreme. It's more likely that his contract is simply the result of prejudices against mages in Skyrim.
Helvard serves as housecarl to Jarl Siddgeir of Falkreath. As he is often surrounded by guards, it's hard to kill him stealthily, and the guards will aid him if the player provokes him into combat. A contract written on a raggedy old paper, it details the contract with the dark force as well as the dates. Home Guides Forum Guild. Database Updates. Quick Motion. Corrected description.
Have a dollar or two to spare? Why should I donate? Consider donating to help us with the high server costs of our database! Best place in the entire region to make a body disappear. For your savings. There's an eavesdropper in Castle Wayrest that must be silenced. My gratitude will be substantial.
Gold will be the death of that dynasty. Speaking of gold, good work. Denille Derre or Charloux Rarnis. Taking their life is the least I can do in return.
I will pay any price. Best fresh crustaceans you'll ever taste, sold right in their markets. I weep for the day the traders in Wayrest catch on. Anyway, your pay. Gwenuinas or Gastarge Lavergne or Snarbugag. Talks about organizing a guild of dock workers. I won't have it. Shut this fool up with extreme prejudice. I recall having a conversation with one of the locals.
He made a very persuasive point. Then I stuck my dagger in his eye. Save this for your next visit. I need a distraction of sorts.
Scare up some bodies to keep the guards busy for a while and your cut of my profits will be nothing to scoff at. Sometimes it keeps me up at night, imagining the best way to send a soul to Sithis. I thought I figured it out once. It came to me in a dream. But a dead chicken and a soup spoon make for terrible weapons. Mournhold City Center. Maeresha or Dedaenc Favel or Elmera Llandu. I know the thief, but I can't prove it to the authorities.
I'd like to settle their account. I do get a little homesick on occasion. A night of dusky beauties and sujamma scrib-jelly shots are hard to come by on the Gold Coast. Save a little for your next visit. Mournhold Fighters Guild. Bahree or Belyn Raviro. I will not tolerate it. House first, guild second.
I trust the Brotherhood has no qualms about infringing on Morag Tong territory—for the right incentive. All that armor and weapons and they still don't have eyes in the back of their heads. They expect everyone to face them head on and fight fair, the fools. Here's to easy marks. Tal'Deic Fortress. Tal'Deic Fortress already stands on shaky ground. An assassination there could be the tipping point. Plant the seeds of fear and you will be rewarded. Is it odd that I sleep better in a den of assassins than I ever did at home?
Here, for your work. I wish the blood of an innocent spilled upon the floor of the Tribunal Temple in Mournhold. Fulfill my prayer, if you please. I prefer ancient and unknowable deities. Separation of church and state, as it were. And at least Sithis only asks for blood. Mournhold or Narsis. Never forget. The Dark Elves deserve worse than even you can deliver them, but a massacre will deliver some consolation.
Stain the soil of Deshaan with blood. Good thing they didn't know who's on the other side of the contract, am I right? The truth is, we're just as awful to each other, so they shouldn't take it personally.
Still, they paid good gold. Margaud Donze or Itman. We need the troops, but the loss of a camp follower or two should put a chill on their party. See to it. Never heard of it. I killed a Forn Anil once, near a river that ran past a fort. Or was that on a cliff overlooking a ford? I really should start writing my memoirs one of these days Rennbjara or Fresmara or Heralda Belloq. Sleeps on watch. Drinks to excess.
Makes our ancestors weep in Sovngarde. No punishment has made a difference, so I wash my hands of the laggard. Make it quick, if you can. Even their cheese is bigger and bolder than those of the other races. I once killed a Thane with a wheel of Nord cheese loosed from a cart at the top of a hill.
As Sithis is my witness, her guards, as well. Before I forget, your gold. A playful shove into the frigid waters off the Windhelm Docks and he was gone. I don't care that they tried to save him. That it was an accident. My brother is dead, and they must answer for it. You know they dunk their sweetrolls in mead.
Only the Nords, am I right? Speaking of which, we received a mysterious package full of sweetrolls today. I recommend avoiding the temptation. Never trust an unannounced dessert, I always say. Windhelm Fighters Guild. I won't let some milk-drinker claim the same right as me because they can wave a sword in the direction of the enemy. Kill the pretender and leave battle to the real warriors. Too much snow and too many Nords for my taste. But speaking of taste, I did try that Voljar's mead once.
Awful stuff! I had to kill three drunks and a bard to get the taste out of my mouth! Oh, and don't spend it on the mead. They may host the King in their hold, but that does not make them monarchs. Strike their territory. Let their ability to keep order come into question.
I can hope they lose favor with the King. It seems to involve lots of yelling and copious amounts of mead. Still, if they're willing to pay for our services, who am I to complain? For you. Mikeesh or Olivier Gimbert. A traveler who has come to Hissmir for refuge is most vexing to me. I have urged this annoyance to move on, but they insist on staying another month.
I cannot have it. Return the calmness to my disposition". Green-Venom-Tongue aside, on the whole the lizards make for a strange set of luggage.
Even the ones I've murdered were unfathomable. I tried to discuss it with a target once, but he kept talking about mud and bugs. The bugs, the disease, the rain. I'm too sick to leave and too weak to end this miserable existence. Find me in Mudtree Village and throw me to the swamp. Just—don't let me see it coming. I truly am a coward. I suppose there are worse ways to enter the Void. But to pay us to end your life? And I thought I'd seen everything! Don't pass it on, but I'd cut your throat just for the fun of it if you asked nicely.
I have found a group that smuggles our eggs out of Black Marsh through Riverside Market. Punish their ringleader and no price will be too steep. Those lizards, am I right? After one contract, the client was so pleased that she made me a pair of boots—using the Argonian I just killed at her request! Ah, memories. Stormhold Guild Hall. My ex-lover spends practically every waking hour at the guildhall, doting on those low-browed—oh, you get the idea. Just kill the two-timer. Must make for some awkward town meetings since the Argonians took it back.
I imagine the Shadowscales keep quite busy. You too, by the looks of it. Here's your reward. Hissmir , Mud Tree Village or Stormhold. That frightening reputation is the greatest protection Shadowfen has. Keep the shadow of death lingering over this place, so the outsiders will maintain their distance. Did I ever tell you about my travels in Black Marsh?
More souls went to Sithis and more bodies sank into the mud during my visit, I'm proud to admit. But I also got red-sore fever. You had to remind me. Derveglor , Varon Baro or Valentina Sette. My enemy will be found at the Davon's Watch Dockyards, though I do not know for how long, so I hope the guild will process this request with due haste.
I don't think this contract was intended for us. We've got the gold, and you've done the deed, so we'll just call this bit of poaching a happy accident—or the will of Sithis, whichever you prefer. There's your due. Ebonheart Tribunal Temple. This behavior is as backward as it is dangerous. Snuff it out before it can grow into something destructive.
Did you try the blackened snake hearts? I grew so fond of them while working in the area. Come to think of it, one contract called for the death of the region's best chef. Blackened snake hearts never tasted the same after that. Nobody likes it, but you do it or everybody suffers.
Well, we're suffering. I've tried disciplining the troublemaker, but lashes aren't getting the point across. An unfortunate casualty needs to be suffered. I prefer death be delivered in a more intimate fashion.
I'm sure the Night Mother feels the same way. You don't see us marching armies out for slaughter, after all. Neither here, nor there, I suppose. Here, payment. Kragenmoor's Grandmaster Palace. Damn the Pact. And Damn the House of Dres! I wish to see their downfall, but I wish them to see it even more so. I've selected someone I wish the Brotherhood to dispatch—a declaration of intent and promise of things to come.
Even as a Dark Elf, I never could abide slavery. At least murder is swift and sure. A slave dies slowly, one arduous task at a time. It's enough to make the Night Mother Weep! But on to more cheerful discourse—here's your gold.
Davon's Watch or Ebonheart or Kragenmoor. For any willing to lend their blade to the cause, come to Stonefalls and let the streets run red. Not that I'd mind.
This is the only family I care about these days. That goes for you as well. Consider this like an allowance. Keep up with your chores and you get a special treat. There's a skald in training in Nimalten who should give up the dream for all our sakes. Has a voice like nails hammered into your ears and dragged along sandstone. Make it stop before I wind up with blood on my own hands! The hot oil can also be used to take down a target. Talk about mixing business with pleasure!
Riften Docks. Can handle disposal. Soon as possible. Worth more than a glimpse of gold. I hate not doing the job myself, but you have to admire those teeth that swim.
I've seen them reduce a Nord to bones faster than Tanek can throw a knife. Today's lesson: everything is a weapon. Riften Fighters Guild.
I've lost half my stores of cheese! I want you to exterminate the real vermin infesting our Fighters Guild.
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