#aventus aretino

[themonsterundermystairs]

when i was very new to skyrim, i consulted with the internet to try and figure out which child i should adopt. and i saw many people downloaded mods to adopt aventus aretino. now, the issue was i hadn‘t started the dark brotherhood questline yet. and so i somehow confused him with proventus avenicci. so i thought there was a large group of people who decided to adopt the steward of whiterun

#skyrim #skyrim moments #tes #whiterun #proventus avenicci #aventus aretino #dark brotherhood #skyrim memes #skyrim adoption

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Ulfric Stormcloak: I went to Riften recently and a seven year old smoking a cigarette told me to go impale myself.

Lydia, leaning over to whisper to Leara: I thought Aventus quit.

#that's rough buddy #ulfric stormcloak #oc: leara roseblade #last dragonborn #dovahkiin #lydia #housecarl #riften #windhelm #aventus aretino #stormcloak rebellion #nerevar queue and star #incorrect quotes #incorrect elder scrolls #incorrect skyrim quotes #tes #the elder scrolls #skyrim #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #source: tumblr

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

Astrid: "Grelod was a kill that you stole from me and my associates."

Cidhna: "Yeah, well, maybe you and your associates should act faster next time because everyone in Skyrim fucking knew what Aventus was doing."

#skyrim #tes #tesblr #ldb #tldb #the last dragonborn #last dragonborn #the dragonborn #dragonborn #ldb oc #dark brotherhood #the dark brotherhood #skyrim astrid #aventus aretino #honorhall orphanage #riften #grelod the kind #reachman #forsworn #the reach #markarth #oc: cidhna #the elder scrolls #dovahkiin #donut's ocs

[thatforestprince]

The Death of Aventus Aretino circa 4E 201

#skyrim #tes #the elder scrolls #aventus aretino #jiub #saint jiub #morrowind #gmod #garry's mod #matt speaks

[odyelec]

Please… How long must I do this? I keep praying, Night Mother. Why won't you answer me?

#skyrim #tes #skyrimedit #tesedit #gif:skyrim #aventus aretino

[gothimothi]

This was made with Aventus meeting Cicero for the first time in mind.

#gp og #cicero #cicero skyrim #aventus aretino #aventus skyrim #aventus and cicero #skyrim memes #skyrim the elder scrolls #the elder scrolls skyrim #the elder scrolls #skyrim #skyrim posting

[bethrnoora]

thinkin bout aventus aretino....in the canon of hiisi and anfisa's stories he finds his way to the dawnstar sanctuary five years post-skyrim and hiisi, impressed with his moxie and sympathetic to his plight as a fellow orphan, takes him on as an initiate. i think he becomes one of the speakers of the new black hand down the line

#these were really quick so theyre not the BEST sketches but overall kind of accurate to how i picture him in my head #skyrim #tes #dark brotherhood #aventus aretino

[herhighness-thequeenofhearts]

Skyrim Main Questline: ok so you have to save the world, but there’s a civil war going on; so you could also deal with that first

Me, making a direct beeline to Honorhall Orphanage:

#dark brotherhood ftw #dark brotherhood #Skyrim #elder scroll v #elder scrolls v skyrim #dark brotherhood listener #hail sithis #honorhall orphanage #aventus aretino #grelod the kind

[ladytanithia]

Writing WIP Wednesday

For Chapter 18 of Best-Laid Plans. Just doing some good works around Windhelm and showing sweet Erik around the less-fortunate parts of town. Miranja's take on the Aventus Aretino situation. Could damn near be a chapter in itself.

Tagging @dirty-bosmer @guarmommy @gwilin-stay-winnin @mareenavee @skyrim-forever @sunny-d-anomaly @thana-topsy @thechaosdragoness @thequeenofthewinter

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Miranja hugged Quintus tightly for a long moment. “Please let me know if there’s anything else I can do. I mean that. And if his condition changes. I would like to try to be present for his funeral when the time comes.”

Quintus nodded, following his guests to the door, and closing it behind them as they exited.

Miranja was somber as they took the way back through the cemetery toward the docks. Before Erik could speak to her, a passing guard commented about the Aretino boy. Miranja’s mood shifted visibly, and a determined look came into her eyes.

“I’ve been hearing about this kid since the day I came to Skyrim. It’s odd that after months, no one’s done anything to help this kid. We’re about to go right by his house. Maybe I’ll check in on him.” Although Erik had claimed to be open-minded, he obviously retained some of that Nord superstition. He tried to protest, but Miranja had made up her mind. “You don’t have to go in with me if you don’t want to,” she told him.

“I’m not letting you go into a potentially dangerous situation by yourself, Miss Miranja. I’ll do what you’re paying me for. I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.”

She had to pick the lock to get into the house, and as soon as she opened the door, their nostrils were assailed by the smell of decomposing flesh. But it wasn’t the boy; they could hear his frustrated chanting and cursing from where they stood. Miranja gagged and turned away toward the outside, sucking in a deep breath of fresh, cold air.

“Die, Grelod! Die!” Miranja nearly jumped out of her skin at the shout, and she took another deep breath and held it before hurrying up the stairs.

“I’m… so tired…” the boy whimpered to himself. “How long do I have to pray?”

It was quite chilly in the house, and Miranja dared not wonder how bad it would smell if it had been warm. Surely the jarl’s people would have tended to the boy’s mother’s body after she died, right? What was this nauseating smell?

“Sweet mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me, for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear.” The bloodchilling prayer was accompanied by repeated thunking sounds, and when the pair finally reached the room where Aventus was performing his ritual, Miranja was stunned. Here was the source of the rotting smell: decaying human body parts. It was warmer in this room because of the circle of candles, and the scent of the hot wax did nothing to detract from the stench. The thunk was the sound of Aventus wearily stabbing the disintegrating flesh, the tip of his blade catching slightly in the floorboards with each blow. Aventus was tearfully complaining to himself now about how tired he was, asking why the Night Mother wasn’t answering him.

Miranja nearly wept at the thought of some stranger doing this ritual with the intention of having her life snuffed. To see this child performing the ritual… what sort of horror must he have endured at that orphanage? Where and how did he get the body parts? This was serious, gruesome business.

“By the Nine…” Miranja murmured in horror. Behind her, she could hear Erik vomiting into – well, hopefully into something. When she tried to take another breath, the smell was so bad that she gagged again, but the boy was on his feet as soon as he heard her voice, jumping for joy as if he hadn’t just been on the verge of collapse a moment ago.

“Are you okay?” Miranja choked out, trying to take shallow breaths.

“You came! An assassin from the Dark Brotherhood! I did the Black Sacrament with the body and the… the things. I prayed and prayed, and the Night Mother finally answered me!”

“Oh, no, no, no, I’m not who you think I am, young man.”

“Of course you are! I prayed, and you came, and now you’ll accept my contract.”

Aventus told her about his mother’s illness and death, and how he was sent to the orphanage in Riften, and how cruel Grelod had been. Miranja agreed that someone who could be so inhumane to children who had already lost their parents and had no one to love and care for them deserved a terrible punishment, but she was not an assassin and wasn’t sure that she could kill someone who wasn’t actively threatening her life. But Aventus wouldn’t take no for an answer, so she agreed.

“Please hurry,” he begged. “It’s lonely here, and even though I hated Grelod, I really miss my friends there.”

Before she left, she had Erik open some windows and helped Aventus fill a burlap produce bag with the grisly items from his ritual. She found Aventus’s mother’s cleaning supplies and cleaned up the blood stains from the floor. Reminding the boy to close the windows again in half an hour or so, she took the bag with her and put it in a large trash receptacle down at the docks, where it and all the other trash would be taken by ship to be dumped far out in the Sea of Ghosts. Erik took the whole bucket, keeping it upright even when he added it to the trash bin, knowing the cold weather would freeze it solid. They were both relieved to have that experience behind them.

#skyrim #elder scrolls #tesblr #miranja #fanfic #ao3 #tanithia writes #wip wednesday #erik the slayer #aventus aretino #quintus navale

[owlfluffy]

my fave Windhelm orphans!!

#i love these two #they're great #10/10 would adopt #skyrim #the elder scrolls #the elder scrolls skyrim #skyrim fanart #sofie #sofie skyrim #aventus aretino #fanart #the dark brotherhood #hail sithis #windhelm

[hangryacorn]

skyrim is a completely normal game where the concerned gossip of the townspeople will lead you to a wee child performing a candlelit murder ritual complete with:

- chanting

-a skeleton and human flesh of unknown origin (possibly from his dead mom or the morgue that literally anyone can stumble into)

-a handy dandy manual of how to perform said murder ritual

-some flowers and a dagger or something because why not

whether or not you indulge his belief that you were sent from the murder people he's been trying to contact, you can kill a mean old crone who runs an orphanage and the children will cry out in glee at her demise. as a reward, you get a plate.

#skyrim #elder scrolls #video games #gaming #dark brotherhood #aventus aretino

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Grelod the Kind: Have you ever experienced any major childhood trauma?

Aventus Aretino: No.

Grelod the Kind: I can fix that.

#aventus aretino #grelod the kind #innocence lost #riften #honorhall orphanage #nerevar queue and star #incorrect quotes #incorrect elder scrolls #incorrect skyrim quotes #tes #the elder scrolls #skyrim #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #source: tumblr

[poprostuhuman]

[Skyrim] The Son of Night Mother

"Sometimes these thoughts troubled him. They were strange. Forbidden. But it was precisely this inappropriate nature that made him feel pleasure when he immersed himself in them. He smiled at the images in his own mind."

For the past ten years, Azrael has been living in the orphanage called "Honorhall", enduring the tyranny of the Grelod day in and day out. However, with the arrival of Aventus Aretino, something changed in him. In his dreams he heard whispers. Terrifying yet tempting thoughts increasingly occupied his mind until they eventually stained his hands with a woman's blood.

That's when the world realized that innocence was merely an incredibly beautiful illusion of life.

Chapter 1: "Honorhall"

The one who gave Grelod nickname "Kind" had, according to Azrael, a very poor sense of humor. If this culprit had personally felt her "kindness," not only would he squeal like a pig for the rest of his life, but he would also quickly give her the nickname "hagraven". With respect to all hagravens.

"I've had enough," Runa whispered tearfully. Her eyes were drowning in tears, as she knelt on the ground for yet another hour, diligently scrubbing the boards under Grelod's watchful eye.

"What are you mumbling, girl?" The woman shot her a sharper look than usual, prompting Runa to hasten the scrubbing.

Azrael merely clenched his lips and forced himself to continue mending the old witch's dress. As the only one among the orphanage kids - fortunately, there were only five of them - who could skillfully handle a needle and thread, his main task was mending and sewing anything the Grelod desired. Of course, precious threads were not to be used to mend Runa's torn dress or Samuel's pants, already worn-out in several places. Thus, he worked only on Grelod's wardrobe.

"Ms. Grelod," Constance Michel timidly peered from around the corner. "The guard said that Aventus Aretino has arrived and is waiting at the Mistveil Keep for pickup."

Azrael's eyes opened slightly wider at these words. Aventus Aretino. The new kid who was supposed to live with them and reportedly came from Windhelm itself.

Grelod let out an irritated snort. Then, she threw a cloak over her shoulders and left the orphanage. As the door closed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Azrael put the dress aside, Runa got up unsteadily from her knees, and Samuel and Hroar exited the pantry, where they had been cleaning for a while. Constance stared out the window for a moment, watching the director, until she finally turned to them with a warm smile.

"There are sweets in the bottom cupboard. Take as much as you want." She nodded towards her room.

Runa, Samuel, and Hroar immediately rushed to the cupboard, while Azrael grabbed a bottle of water and a piece of bread, hidden under the bed.

The "Honorhall" orphanage was a very small building, where only a few children could fit. They had ten beds - five were occupied - all in the same room. Right next door were the dining room, pantry, Constance's room and the hallway. At the other end of the building were two pairs of doors. One led to Grelod's bedroom and the other - pushed open by the boy - to a small, dark room. In it, chained to the wall, knelt Francois. As Azrael entered, he lifted his eyes and sighed loudly. His face was pale, tired, and contorted in a grimace of pain.

"Water or bread first?" Azrael knelt in front of him. In his heart, he felt that disgusting but at the same time oddly intoxicating feeling, which he hadn't been able to understand all these years. It surfaced every time he thought about Grelod's actions.

"Water," he opened his mouth wide, to which Azrael brought the bottle a moment later. The boy eagerly emptied it to the last drop and then allowed himself to be fed the bread. "Thank you," he said afterward, forcing a smile.

Azrael awkwardly returned the gesture, knowing that it turned into an ugly grimace. He couldn't smile.

A moment later he left, closing the door behind him. A quiet moan of pain escaped from Francois. Azrael gnashed his teeth. He didn't want to leave him like that, but what could he do? No one was able to defy Grelod's will. When she punished someone, that person had to endure their punishment. And she punished for trivial things: too loud eating, poorly washed dishes, snoring, or sometimes just the sight of them made her torment them.

Azrael had been living like this for ten years. He ended up in the orphanage at the age of three. He remembered nothing from that time, didn't know who his parents were or what happened to them. At the beginning he lived with a few older kids, but they soon left after turning sixteen. Then came the next ones. Azrael was the oldest in their group and, according to Constance, the most mature.

That's what she called it. He saw the pain in her eyes when she told him that. As if that word shouldn't be attached to such a young boy. Probably she was right. He himself didn't know. He had always been a bit different. Quieter. More serious. He preferred to contemplate various matters instead of playing tag or hide-and-seek.

Sometimes these thoughts troubled him. They were strange. Forbidden. But it was precisely this inappropriate nature that made him feel pleasure when he immersed himself in them. He smiled at the images in his own mind.

Like one day when they were in the small garden next to the orphanage. The rest of the kids were running around and Grelod and Constance were watching them from the door. Azrael sat under a high wall, which he could never jump over in his life, and stared at a small butterfly larva, wriggling in his open hand. He looked at this fragile creature, this ugly duckling, which one day was supposed to turn into a beautiful swan. It was meant to fly away from this horrible place. To be free and happy.

Azrael envied it. Very much. The feeling was so strong, so overwhelming that when his gaze met Grelod's eyes, he clenched his fist.

In this way, the future butterfly regained its freedom in a way Azrael envisioned his own.

Grelod returned an hour later and found hardworking kids, who didn't have their stomachs filled with sweets. A crooked smile appeared on her lips, the same cruelty burning in her eyes as always.

And at her side stood a boy, uncertainly glancing at his new roommates.

This is a translation from my Polish version.

I hope you liked it. Let me know if you want!

Have a nice day/night!

Ps. if you noticed any mistakes, let me know too!

#game character #the elder scolls skyrim #skyrim #dark brotherhood #cicero #listener #aventus aretino #babette #nazir #arnbjorn #astrid skyrim #veezara #festus krex #gabriella #fanfiction #skyrim fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #bethesda

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Top 10 Skyrim Characters

tagged by @ark-sided, thank you for tagging me.

Minor characters edition. Not in a particular order. Long post.

Fultheim He's just some guy stay at the Nightgate Inn, who happened to carried a Blades sword. Totally not suspicious at all, haha. When you asked him about the the Gourmet, he'd tell you "He just wants to be left alone. But no… that's not really it. It's like… he wants to talk. Likes people and all. But he stays separate, because he's supposed to. Kind of sad, really." and I was like NO U! You're lonely and sad. You want to hang but you're trying to hide from the Thalmor! You're talking about yourself!

Einarth He's one of the Greybeards. They all took a vow of silence. When Arngeir refused to help us, he yelled at him, just because I'm the Dragonborn. Thank you, master Einarth.

Sondas Drenim He's a miner in Darkwater Crossing. He noticed his colleagues have bad coughs. He saw this before and knew what to do. He immediately wrote a letter to White Phial for medicines. He's so nice and caring.

Orgnar He works in the Sleeping Giant Inn. Tired of Delphine bossing around. Same as us.

Legate Fasendil He is a High Elf and the Imperial Legion officer in the Rift Imperial Camp. Most officers in camps don't talk much, but he has a lot of stories to share. We can talk about war, his home, his opinion, some history, and the battle at Hammerfell.

Alethius He is dead. His body can be found at the entrance to Nchuand-Zel. He's probably killed by Nimhe, the Poisoned One. According to his death scene, and my mediocre detective skill. The researchers were under attacked by frost spiders. He escorted all of them through the door safely (for now, or then) and closed it from the outside, battled the spiders and died like a hero. Rest in peace, soldier.

Talsgar the Wanderer He brings the music out of cities to everyone across the world. One time I request a song at Darkwater Crossing, everyone lives here gather to listen his music. I really appreciate that. He's strong, too. He can defend himself effortlessly. He's good with sword. He can cast Stoneflesh, Lesser Ward and Healing spells. He's just so cool.

Fjola She is a Nord warrior and the bandit leader of Mistwatch. She kinda just dump her old husband but left without a word. She found some bandits, beat them to submission and become their leader.

Aventus Aretino "Aren't you a little young to do the Black Sacrament?" "Yes. Yes I am."

Runil He's a priest of Arkay in Falkreath. He's an old kind elf respected and loved by all. From Falkreath to Skaal, people put him in their mind. He try his best to hide his history of being a leader of Aldmeri battlemages. He regrets and ashamed of what he did back in the Great War. Strangely, Runil seems to had a prophetic dream of dragons and the Dovahkiin. Like what? Who you really are and what does it all means?

#tag games #random 10 skyrim npc i think is very character #the elder scrolls #skyrim #Fultheim #Einarth #Sondas Drenim #Orgnar #Legate Fasendil #Alethius #Talsgar the Wanderer #Fjola #Aventus Aretino #Runil

[nocturnalswarehouse]

Just Desserts

Characters: Aventus Aretino & Maven Black-Briar

Summary: Aventus Aretino, now an adult and the Listener of The Dark Brotherhood, fulfills a contract to kill Maven Black-Briar.

Content Warning: Graphic depiction of murder, mentions of blood

Masterlist

Word count: 701

A/N: Wrote this oneshot a while ago because I'm mad that Maven is unkillable in the video game XD also felt that Aventus was fitting, I love that kid. Enjoy!

Thanks to the key he had taken from Hemming Black-Briar’s corpse the week prior, slipping into the Black-Briar Manor was easy. It was two in the morning, with no guard or mercenary in sight. Maven had to be asleep, that minor detail making a significant impact on the plan. Aventus had to make sure this job looked like a tragedy and turned the attention away from The Dark Brotherhood. 

The younger assassins that were given the jobs to kill Maven’s children were sloppy. While none of them were caught, whispers of their organization were stirring up again after five years of quiet. Since Aventus became the Listener, and the leader of the Dark Brotherhood, he made it a rule to make each death look like anything but an assassination. The last thing they needed was the Penitus Oculatus finding their newest sanctuary, now beneath Riften, and lighting it on fire just like they did with the ones in Falkreath and Dawnstar. 

Aventus took this one into his own hands. He couldn't trust anyone to do the job as well, and Nazir was more than happy to let him have it. With Maven's demise, they hoped to team up with the Thieves Guild and turn Riften into something better. Something less corrupt.

It took everything in Aventus’s power not to look around and waste precious minutes. While the Manor was filled with treasures that the Thieves Guild would love to take, he had to leave it up to Vex and Delvin to plan those jobs. Leaving it alone was the best course of action. 

He snuck through the halls, and swiftly went up the staircase. Despite it being deep into the night, he had to make sure he was as silent as possible. Rumour was that Maven slept light, and since most rumours in Skyrim were true he didn’t want to take any risks. 

The master bedroom was easy to find and even easier to slip into. None of the doors creaked as he opened them, showing that the Black-Briar went through a lot of trouble to keep the Manor well maintained. As soon as his eyes settled on the bed, Maven was easy to spot. She lay in the middle, back against the mattress. Easy access to her throat… perfect. 

The Black Crow Dagger she carried with her at all times was laying on her bedside table. Aventus swiped it and gripped it tightly in his hand. He sat on the edge of the bed and moved some hair away from Maven’s face, the expression on her face more peaceful than he had ever seen. She looked more human like this, something he knew she would never show while awake. In reality, she was a monster. One that needed to be stopped years ago. Leaning in close until his lips almost touched her ear, Aventus whispered two words before sending her into the void. “Hail Sithis.”

Maven woke up as soon as those two words were spoken, but was barely aware of her surroundings before the dagger cut a clean line across her throat. She gasped for air, causing the blood that was spilling out in torrents to leak into her lungs. Aventus stepped off the bed before any blood could get on him, and he watched the woman as she choked and convulsed. He watched the scene, feeling little remorse for the brief suffering this woman was going through. If anything, he felt this was too merciful a death but there wasn't any other option. 

Once her body stilled and the air grew cold and quiet, the assassin carefully placed the dagger in Maven’s hand, and shifted her body so it looked like she had done the job herself. Carefully, he placed a note on the side table detailing why Maven ‘chose’ to commit suicide, the words expertly forged to look like her handwriting. 

Satisfied, Aventus slipped out of the house undetected and locked the door behind him. He was sure Maul would discover the body at sunrise, and report it to a Guard right away. The assassin barely had to do any of the work, with Maven's little fanboy doing the rest for him in a mere few hours. 

#tes: skyrim #skyrim #aventus aretino #maven black-briar #the dark brotherhood #the thieves guild #oneshot #fanfiction

[haelgasbunkhouse]

“Sweet mother, sweet mother send your child unto me, for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear.”

#sfw #aventus aretino #skyrim #the elder scrolls #screenshot #scenery #dark brotherhood