Tacitus entendit la porte ouverte derrière lui, il se tint silencieusement à l'endroit où il avait pris derrière la femme assise sur la chaise. Il savait qu'elle était là avant de se révéler. C'était une habitude pour lui de jeter la vie de détecter chaque fois qu'il entrait dans une réunion de n'importe quelle importation, mais il avait gardé sa bouche fermée attendant de voir les choses se dérouler.
Il tira le gladius de sa gaine à sa taille et plaça la lame sur l'épaule de la femme. Je ne serais pas si glib, et je ne ferais pas de demandes si j'étais toi. Il a commencé : "Nous avons besoin d'alliés mais vous avez plus besoin de nous que nous n'avons besoin de vous, si besoin est l'Empire peut abandonner cet endroit damné et le récupérer plus tard. Votre ordre, cependant, j'ai traité de cette question personnellement. C'est tout pour vous et votre lik.» Il sourit derrière l'écharpe qui recouvrait son visage, lorsqu'il était combiné avec la capuche, il portait tout ce qu'on pouvait voir de Tacitus, c'était ses yeux perçants. Il les a tous les deux entraînés sur l'assassin son épée prête à lui couper le cou à un moment donné.
Général Tullius Sir, a-t-il dit en s'adressant au général, ses yeux se sont encore nivelés devant l'assassin, quels sont vos ordres?
Le général muselé un moment avant de répondre: «Je veux que vous accompagniez cette femme et ses associés, vous êtes le représentant impérial dans cette affaire. Je veux que cette nouvelle menace soit traitée, mais je n'aurai pas d'actes contre l'Empire, vous êtes responsable de veiller à ce que la mission soit effectuée en tant que telle, suis-je clair Tacitus?
– Oui monsieur, compris, répondit Tacitus en portant encore son gladius à ses côtés. Il se tourna vers l'appréciation de plusieurs figures qui entraient maintenant dans la pièce. Ils ne ressemblaient pas beaucoup, mais là encore, il n'y avait pas beaucoup de gens qui s'étaient inscrits pour se jeter aux dragons. Super qu'il ait pensé à lui-même damné de mourir loin de chez lui, contre une menace qu'on aurait dû voir venir, à côté, les miscréants et le curs que je chasse depuis des années.
Name: Tacitus Augustus
Age: 30
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetrosexual
Appearance: Tacitus stands about 6ft and has a lithe yet strong build. He wears his brown hair short, though you wouldn't know it, as he tends to leave it obscured by the hood he is almost certainly to be found wearing. Due to the nature of his work Tacitus is rarely found not wearing his armour, and typically carries all of his most important possessions in the plethora of pouches and pockets that dot his armour.


Personality: Tacitus is a quiet man except around those he trusts, though such souls are few and far between. A man possessed of an immense intellect he is not prone to rash tendencies and is rather calculating in all his dealings. Above all else he is secretive, he loves nothing more than to learn but he is hesitant to share what he knows, and he will rarely tell someone all he knows about a matter.
Class: Imperial Agent (A combination of spellsword and rogue)
Birthsign: The Shadow
Faction: Imperial Legion/Synod
Major Skills: One handed, Destruction, Sneak, Light Armour, Lockpicking
Minor Skills: Restoration, Speech craft, Alteration
History: Tacitus hails from a small town that borders Skyrim and Cyrodil just north of Bruma. As a boy he lived a relatively normal life, his father was a Legionary stationed as the commander of the guard. His mother meanwhile was a talented mage who travelled around Cyrodil completing various pieces of research.
Tacitus and his younger brothers would always rush to meet their mother and to hear about her adventures when she came home. It is from here that Tacitus gained his inquisitive nature and also his lust for adventure. His father noted this when Tacitus was still young, and fearful that his eldest son might put himself in harms way, set about instilling him with a sense of duty and teaching him how to fight.
When Tacitus' father wasn't working and Tacitus wasn't looking after his siblings the two would practice all the arts of soldiery. Tacitus read history, learnt how to use a sword and how best to take an enemy by surprise. When he was older his mother also taught him of arcane affairs and he was found to have a knack for the destruction, alteration and restoration schools.
His innate mastery of these schools, combined with his military training and background drove Tacitus to join the Imperial Legion when he was only 18. He left his small village and went out into the wide world putting into practice the many things he'd learnt over the years. He enjoyed life as a soldier and swiftly gained the respect of the various officers he served under. By the age of 22 he'd gained the rank of Quaestor and soon became widely known within the Legion for his abilities as a scout.
It was whilst serving as a scout that he became embroiled in the events that would draw him into the role of agent. Whilst on a routine patrol Tacitus came across two members of the Dark Brotherhood. He and his men followed the assassins back to their lair and concealing themselves in the area around the sanctuary Tacitus sent word for reinforcements. Unbeknownst to Tacitus however, the Dark Brotherhood were aware of him and his troop and before the reinforcements arrived the assassins stormed forward.
All of Tacitus' men were killed in the ensuing battle and he was gravely injured in the fighting. However, despite a terrible wound to his left arm he was able to make his way inside the sanctuary before collapsing. When the reinforcements he'd sent for arrived they found him collapsed at the bottom of a book shelf a note clutched in his fist. Upon examining the note the soldiers found that the assassins had been hired to kill the Legate accompanying their cohort. The assassins Tacitus found had been used as bait to try and draw the Legate out. Instead Tacitus and his men had foiled the scheme.
Following his recovery Tacitus was reassigned. He retained his former rank but was deployed by the same Legate he'd saved as an agent against the Dark Brotherhood and other subversive elements within the Empire. Tacitus swiftly got to work developing the abilities that had already served him well.
It was in pursuit of this work that Tacitus met the Dragonborn. Drawn to Skyrim by leads regarding the Night Mother Tacitus wandered the frozen province, he scoured the land but the civil war seemed to confound his investigations at every turn. It was on the road to Falkreath that Tacitus met the Dragonborn, it was only after they had parted ways that he learnt who he'd shared the walk to town with. Tacitus didn't know what to make of having met a legend incarnate, in the end he resolved to forget the incident. Too little information, too much risk he noted in his journal.
Then it happened... the rise of the Dovhahsken. Tacitus immediately abandoned his hunt for the Night Mother, realising this to be the greater threat to his beloved empire. After making enquiries he heard of a group banding together to try and combat this new threat. Seeking information Tacitus decided to seek the group out, hoping that they might answer his questions and even help him end this new threat to the Empire's resurgence.
Extra:
Equipment:
Armour of Intrigue 
Imperial Gladius
Ebony Dagger
Blades Sword (with shock enchantment)
Misc (lockpicks, food, water an so forth)
Motto: Scientia est potentia.