Cicero's Story Chapter 1One downside to living in a cave with a waterfall was the incessant dampness. It crept up the walls, dripped from the ceiling, and clung to every surface it came in contact with. All wood became heavy with the wet, and although the plant life that infested the main corridor of the Dark Brotherhood thrived, the air often carried a damp that could sometimes stick to the lungs and cause a cough in the colder seasons. But all members who had lived here for years had learned to deal with it- doors were kept closed; rooms had many fires lit to stave off the chill wet. Over time, the sound of the falling water became a comfort to the brotherhood- the sound of home, safety. And when the crazy Jester and his casket first arrived, it was decided by the brothers and sisters that the Mother aught to be 'unpacked' in the main room, where all could easily see her and pay respects if they so wished. Not one even once considered the consequences.Cicero's Story Chapter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For the first few days, the brothers and sisters of the
Cicero's Story Chapter Two 'Beginning' The author sighed heavily, idly stretching out their shoulders before dipping the pen back into the inkwell, and drawing the candle a little closer to the parchment upon which what was to become a rather unusual story was being written. Beside the figure, organized neatly one upon the other, were four journals. Scattered around them, scraps of notes, notations, and precious information gleaned from the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim, who had been fairly accommodating in providing it. Stacked on the floor, journals and unholy books saved from the ruins of the destroyed sanctuaries across Tamriel. And the author, determined to get down once and for all the complete history of the Fool of Hearts, bent back over the parchment, and began to write.Cicero's Story Chapter Two 'Beginning'3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There only ever was one way of being recruited into the Dark Brotherhood. It was relatively simple, of course to gain recruits in such a manner- for as long as two beings existed side by side, someone wanted someone else dead.
Cicero's Story Drabbles 1A small collection of red mountain flowers rested gently on a scrap of canvas bags, placed delicately so that not a single petal was allowed to crease or bend underneath the weight of the other flowers. Their colour was rendered near black in the dimness of midnight, where only the moon and stars bought light to the world- and though that light was sufficient enough to see by, it was not such that could allow a person to easily spot flaws in the local flora. Still, the small bouquet had an army of ripped and torn flowers surrounding it- those that simply had not met the satisfactions of the one ripping them from the ground, depriving them of their life support, leaving them crushed and wilting in the night.Cicero's Story Drabbles 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Pretty flowers," The picker murmured softly, along with many nonsensical mutterings, into the night as he worked, comforting himself with gentle, crooning words that seemed to make the very flowers themselves shiver and take advantage of the breeze to lean away from his killing tou
Keep AwayIt was a lonely night on the ledge. Dark. Silent. Cicero brought his eyes up from the ground to the sky, the stars speckled along the abyss, he smiled a little. The dark expanse of the sky reminded him of the Void he read so much about, perhaps he could see the Night Mother in the sky. It was certainly dark enough to be the Void... and the moon, the moon was missing from sight. Furrowing his brow, Cicero looked once again down to town. So many people waiting to be stabbed for the wrongs they had done.. so much blood waiting to be spilled... His heart went aflutter at the thought of murdering all the people in town.Keep Away3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Cicero?" A tiny voice startled Cicero from his thoughts and caused him to look back at the door he thought no one else knew existed. "What are you doing out here all alone?"
His eyes lay upon the one person who understood him. The Listener. His Listener. A tiny Dunmer who was dragged into the Dark Brotherhood when she confusedly helped a young boy exact his revenge o
Madness Can Set You Free"EXPLAAAAIN YOURSELF!"Madness Can Set You Free3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The angered scream seemed to rock the cavern where the Dark Brotherhood. Arnbjorn made his way to his wife's study and found her pouring over the large map near the door to their bedroom.
"We've got a problem..."
Astrid straightened at the words and her mind knew only one answer:
As she ran to get to the Night Mother's coffin, a milky eyed Bosomer stood in a daze as the Jester before her screamed and raved. She thought back to what had happened only a few long minutes ago.
"Poor Cicero. Dear Cicero. Such a humble servant..."
Her eyes flickered towards the man. Cicero was the Keeper. Of the Night Mother. The dark matron of the Brotherhood she had entered into. He had arrived a few months ago with the coffin that carried her remains and since, the family had never been the same.
Hesara had watched with a sense of detachment as she watched everything else. The man dressed as a Jester and acted like a madman. Many times he had danced around her, tryi
An Intruder. "Please... Please, don't..." The victim moaned. A bleeding wound leaving her weak and defenseless. Athena grinned wickedly, sharp teeth gleaming in the dimly lit inn. "Oh, but I must. This is my job, and I love it." Athena thrust the knife into the victims heart, hearing her yelp one last time, then die. Wiping her blade on the victims clothes, she left the Dead Man's Drink inn, waving at the inn keeper like nothing had happened at all. Falkreath's beautiful scenery and blazing heat greeted her, making Athena feel even more tired. The exhausting contract given to her by the Dark Brotherhood left Athena giddy for her soft, warm, bed. There was so many contracts, but so little time to dwell upon her pleasures. Upon reaching the sanctuary door, Athena rushed past Astrid with a quick 'Hello' and practically ran to the spot Veezara usually sat at. To her surprise and disappointment, Veezara was missing. Babette, the un-child, had noticed her wanderings eyes as sheAn Intruder.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Cicero's ListenerThe Dread Father would laugh and dance with him before loyal Cicero would let that sly, honey-worded thief take his Listener away from him.Cicero's Listener3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He had honestly liked him at first meeting. Sweet Listener had taken him to Riften, the home of cutthroats and thieves. She had mentioned that the reason behind their visit was a mix of business in pleasure. Listener was the Guildmaster to the thieves, so Cicero understood that she had to talk to Byrnjolf. He ran things while she was gone. Humble, loyal Cicero knew that he was Dark Brotherhood, and not Thieves Guild, so he agreed to leave the two alone to talk Thieves Guild business. Cicero was even agreeable to the fact that Byrnjolf and Listener were friends and had to catch up when it came to their personal lives.
But they weren't lovers.
So Cicero didn't know why it was so necessary for Byrnjolf to silently demand that he be closer to her. At dinner, he sat next to her in Listener's little Honeyside home. Cicero sat across them from, giving sil
Cicero's Journal, Volume 6She bit her lip, walking out of the room before she found herself wandering back in. Putting her hand upon the brown leather book, held together with just a small button, she sighed heavily.Cicero's Journal, Volume 63 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was just held together by a button. She was much stronger than a little button. It would be no problem to rip through the seam that held the button to the leather, and it was just as easy to simply push the button through the hole and open the book.
But she couldn't read it.
That was an invasion of privacy.
You've done it before, the voice in her head told her. She mentally scolded herself. Last time she had read them on orders. She was threatened and ordered to read. It was a life or death situation.
She would surely not die if she didn't learn, even if she very well felt like she would.
The desire to know was overwhelming, but she felt guilty at the thought of invading Cicero's privacy and reading his journals. The first time, he understood because Astrid HAD ordered her to. He had forgiven he