Kriisa Acillus
Kriisa regarda que certaines des personnes qu'elle avait contactées commencèrent à affluer dans la salle de guerre. Le soldat impérial derrière elle avait sa lame contre elle et avait l'audace d'insulter sa famille. Normalement, Kriisa n'aurait rien de tout ça mais il avait fait un point. Son arrivée soudaine et sa proclamation avaient été un grand risque, mais il semblait être payant jusqu'à présent. Avant même de devoir lever un doigt, elle avait un soldat impérial dans sa bande de fortune pour traquer ce sale traître.
La première à arriver était une Dunmer femme - Neria, Kriisa rappelé. Le Dragonborn avait parlé d'elle une ou deux fois quand elle avait voyagé avec lui, et Kriisa avait donc placé son nom dans la liste des destinataires qu'elle avait donné au courrier. Elle connaissait peu Nsria - qui elle était et ce qu'elle pouvait faire - mais elle avait désespérément appelé les armes. Pourtant, elle était venue et c'était plus que suffisant pour Kriisa.
Celui qui avait suivi Neria était, pour le moins, une surprise attendue. Ceux qui s'occupaient des ombres savaient toujours quand quelqu'un d'autre se cachait derrière eux. Kriisa n'avait jamais été en mesure de l'expliquer et l'a simplement pris comme une manifestation du lien de la Fraternité avec le Void. Néanmoins, ce Redguard avait été autour de la fête du Dragonborn pendant un certain temps, mais n'avait jamais causé d'ennuis. Elle connaissait sa présence, mais pas son histoire. Était-il en train de dire la vérité ou était-ce ce qu'elle entendait simplement des mensonges enrobant un but dérisoire. Puis encore une fois, elle devait se rappeler que les mendiants n'avaient pas d'autre choix que d'accepter l'aumône qu'on leur donnait. Il était là, prêt à offrir son bras, et il n'y avait aucun moyen au nom de Sithis qu'elle le détourne.
"Il est à moi," a-t-elle assuré au garde, donnant un clin d'œil à Dio.
"Vous avez deux personnes dans votre armée, assassin", a commenté le général Tulius, un éternuement léger qui accentue ses paroles. "Vous pensez qu'ils peuvent vaincre le Dovhahsken quand des centaines de mes hommes ne pourraient pas?"
Kriisa a dû mordre le sourire qui s'est répandu sur ses lèvres. "Qualité sur quantité, Général." Elle a vu les deux recrues. Ils semblaient être des gens qui comprenaient vraiment la bataille et la mort, pas comme certains des soldats des armées impériales ou de Stormcloak. Ils pourraient se battre, et j'espère bien, à ce sujet. Elle a vu le soldat impérial Tulius les accompagner et ne pouvait plus retenir le sourire. "En plus, tu as ton chien pour garder un œil sur nous. Vous croyez sûrement en ses capacités, non? »
Malgré elle, Kriisa a entendu Starkad la réprimander dans sa tête. Il avait toujours été le rationnel, l'informant ou le Dragonborn chaque fois que la ligne de conduite qu'ils prenaient était stupide. Elle permettait une fois de plus à ses émotions d'obtenir le meilleur d'elle, et cela n'allait pas du tout aider.
« Nos chiffres sont peut-être peu nombreux maintenant, mais le jour est encore en avance. Je crois que plus de gens se rallieront à notre cause, et s'ils ne viennent pas, je continuerai ma croisade. Tuer Starkad est ce qui est important pendant ces temps - pas la race ou les affiliations." Elle regarda les trois guerriers avant de retourner son regard à Tulius. « Mes informateurs disent qu'il y a un groupe de mages qui se dirigent vers Dragon Bridge pour reconstituer les forces perdues de Starkad là-bas lors d'une de vos précédentes séiges. Ils n'ont pas de dragon qui domine sur cette zone."
"On pourrait reprendre cette terre."
Tout droit aux affaires, comme Brynjolf lui l'a toujours dit. Il n'y avait pas besoin de délirer. S'il y en avait d'autres, elle prendrait tout simplement quelques instants pour les amener à la vitesse, mais ils ne pouvaient pas se permettre d'être oisifs. Pas maintenant.
Name:
Kriisa Acillus
Age:
25
Race:
Imperial
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Appearance:
Standing at five foot four with a rather slender physique, Kriisa is quite small compared to the bulky Nords of Skyrim. Her light blonde hair and pale countenance allowed her to blend in easily enough in compensation for her height. Hidden underneath her armor is a tattoo of the Thieves Guild shadowmark meaning "protected" placed on her back. More often than not, she can be seen in her armor either doing bounty quests for certain holds or hunting for her next meal. Inside cities, the Dwemer goggles that usually cover her light green eyes can be found hanging around her neck, which is a reminder of her fighting abilities despite wearing normal clothing.
Personality:
Much like the other members of the Dark Brotherhood, Kriisa enjoys killing. She held no hatred for people and, in fact, finds that she enjoys their company. People simply fascinated her - the way they lived and the way they drew their last breaths under the tip of her dagger. Murderous - maniacal even - but never hateful. Kriisa also holds a strong sense of family and is someone who would always put the Brotherhood, the Guild, and all her other allies above all else. Being quite young, she also holds a somewhat childish attitude, sometimes acting ridiculously selfish or demanding, but only those close to her see this side to her.
Class:
Agent
Birthsign:
The Lover
Faction:
Dark Brotherhood
Major Skills:
Sneak | Speech | Archery | Illusion | Light Armor
Minor Skills:
Conjuration | One-handed | Lockpicking
History:
Kriisa lived most of her young life in the rotting sewers of the so-called town of thieves, Riften. She had been born into the Thieves Guild - her father being one of the guild's members and her mother's identity then unknown to her - but she never had the affinity to steal material objects. Stealth nor the use of her skills in persuasion hadn't been the problem. It was the fact that ever since the guild had begun to send her out on jobs, she had never completed a task without something being faulty. Of course, they had expected mistakes from such a young thief and they had been prepared to tolerate it for the sake of their fellow member, but when the bodies began to pile up in front of their doorstep the guild knew what it had to do.
Kriisa's father had been given a choice. Come the 13th celebration of Kriisa's birth and she was still in the cistern without a flawless job to her name, she and her father would be thrown out like trash. Her father, not wanting the consequences of his daughter's constant outbursts, attempted to wane Kriisa's bloodlust during her missions. It was to no avail and the ninth of Sun's Dawn was fast approaching, so Kriisa's father had placed her on a carriage with a note tucked to her tunic. When she had awoken, she found herself in Falkreath with a blonde woman with a kind smile awaiting her. This woman, Astrid, had led her to her new home.
The Dark Brotherhood. Astrid knew the moment Kriisa stepped off the carriage that she had also been one blessed by Sithis. The bloodlust had arrived in her earlier than most, but in the Family that only served as a much appreciated advantage. She began her training under her new brothers and sisters, and she found that the way she performed the jobs pleased her fellow members, unlike in the Thieves Guild. She still maintained contact with her father - as there still existed the alliance between the guild and the brotherhood - and for once, everything seemed to be going well.
Then came Kriisa's 19th winter and a very high paying job that Astrid had reserved especially for her. Before, Kriisa's targets had mainly been simple - miners, farmers, and the like - and she had grown weary of sending their souls to Sithis after years of doing the same thing over and over, and Astrid had known this. That was why the job had been given to Kriisa. Astrid had no other reason, but it seemed as though fate did. Her target then was a thane of Markarth that a Forsworn leader had wanted dead. It seemed easy enough and the excitement of being asked to shed the woman's blood in a public area had been seductive. But then Kriisa's eyes met the woman and she stopped. Unable to draw the knife hidden inside her clothes or to move at all. There had been a recognition, something Kriisa could not explain. She had wanted to run, but then the thane was holding her, bawling about lost years. A crowd was starting to form around them and Kriisa seemed to finally gain control of herself again. Kriisa drank the invisibility potion to escape the commotion, but the blood in her hands was still warm and the woman's parting words still rang in her ears. I'm sorry.
Kriisa returned home to Astrid, determined not to let something like that stop her again. She had shown emotion, remorse for a target and that just wouldn't do. Never again, she swore. She had her family in the brotherhood and that was all she needed. She had them. She wasn't left wanting.
Meeting the Dragonborn had been, in a word, interesting. They had been after the same person - a slimy Argonian by the name of Jaree-Ra. The two of them had met at the entrance of the cave, weapons drawn, but both knew that there were bigger fish to catch. A temporary truce was formed as they slashed through waves of enemies and in the end, mutual appreciation bloomed. The Dragonborn had asked Kriisa to join him in his quest to destroy Alduin and Kriisa, after asking for permission from Astrid, had agreed. She had accompanied the small group of heroes the Dragonborn had rounded up whenever she could. There were times when she had to leave them at Astrid's behest but she was always prepared to help them. She could kill to her pleasure and she was helping a great cause while having fun with friends. What could be greater than that?
Power, apparently. Kriisa had been there in Whiterun drinking the same mead as Starkad when his dragons attacked and he announced himself to be Dovhahsken. Kriisa had been there to watch a friend fall. Kriisa had watched it all and been unable to do anything.
She had taken the lead at organizing a band of people to defeat Starkad. The bloodthirst inside her had awoken like a beast that had not tasted meat for centuries. It was a lust like no other and she swore on the life of the Dragonborn that she would have the Dovhahsken's head on a pike.
Extra:
• She wears the Crimson Archer Armor (Immersive Armor) set during battle and Dwemer goggles(Wet and Cold) that improve her vision and accuracy.
• She uses a Stahlrim Bow smithed by the Dragonborn and given to her as a gift. The set of soul trap enchanted ebony bows she uses had been a gift from Starkad and she longs to use it against him.
• Some of her favourite spells are Bend Will and Trickster for the Illusion school of magic, and Conjure Winged Twilight for Conjuration (Lost Grimoire) but rarely uses them in normal combat since they take too long to charge.