Base Class: Nightblade
Weapon of Choice: Dual daggers, bow
Hail, brothers and sisters of the Pact. I am Sylus, and I am a Shadowscale.
What is a Shadowscale, you ask? An Argonian, obviously, yet so much more. We are an order of assassins sworn to the service of Argonia, the Black Marsh. We are chosen from the moment we hatch.
When the sign of the Shadow appears in the stars, those born under it are taken as hatchlings and trained by the Dark Brotherhood in the art of stealth, deception, and combat. A select few of us, however, gain abilities beyond those of the blade or bow. We can manipulate the shadows themselves, drawing them around us, protecting those in our company, and even striking at our foes. We are the Shadowscales.
As I stated before, I serve the Black Marsh. “But what of the Brotherhood”, you ask?
Well, that is an interesting story. Yes, the Shadowscales are part of the Dark Brotherhood, certainly. But my King, having joined the Pact, has requested my aid in defending its lands, and I obey.
Not all of the Brotherhood approve, unfortunately. There are those among them that have called me a renegade, and they hunt me, as if they have nothing better to do. Fools. They say that my death is the will of Sithis, but they lie. I do not fear these amateurs. I know them too well, and they underestimate me. A fatal error, indeed.
As I am no longer welcome in the Brotherhood, I have sought a new home. Now I find myself with this grand alliance, the Ebonheart Pact. This must be an alliance of desperation; it makes no sense otherwise. Dunmer slavers have plagued my people for centuries, as have wars with the barbarian tribes that call themselves Nords. But my King has spoken, and I must follow. Through obedience I will find my salvation.