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
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 14 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.
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
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 14 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
A Little AssassinReyna shifted closer to her husband. His response was a tighter hold on her, deep even breathing telling her that he was asleep.A Little Assassin3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She wasn't though. She was wide awake.
The Listener wasn't really sure why she was so awake. Maybe it was her depression. These past two weeks did not exactly work the way she had originally planned.
It was her biggest chance to encourage Cicero to think about children. The set-up was perfect.
Babette was on contract in Winterhold with the new member to assure he wouldn't screw up. Nazir and his lover had left for Riften nearly two weeks ago to be married. Nazir had performed the contract to kill Yasmin's abusive husband. Since then, the female Redguard became smitten with him, soon becoming an assassin herself. Within three years, they had their now five month old girl, Annika. She was an adorable, slightly chubby bundle of black hair, dark skin and eyes that was such a dark brown, they appeared black. The two had been put off getting married when they found
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
Remnants of VvardenfellRemnants of Vvardenfell3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Relmyna! Relmyna, you need to get up!"
A familiar voice breaks the thick veneer of sleep in my mind. I open my eyes slightly to address the voice. My mother hovers over me, a wild, terrified look laying deep in her red eyes. Her hands soon yank back my blanket and grab my from my groggy stupor. Father approaches and puts a hand on the doorjamb, his hair and beard covered with slag. I squint, confusion being washed away by pure dread.
A mighty rumbles bursts from the bowels of Nirn, and tosses my footing awry, slamming me into the wall. My shoulder screams at the impact and my head rebounds off of the wall. My vision is obfuscated, and I reach up to wipe my eyes, to dispel some left-over sleep. Father is on the floor when I completely come to, blood trickling over his face, leaving a crusted wake on the soft wrinkles in his grey skin.
Mother runs a hand across his hair, loosening some soot from it, her fingers sticky with blood. She looks at me, eyes wide, bleary with tears. "Relmyna,"
Cicero's story chapter 3.5 A Short InterludeThe fire in the hearth flickered desperately, as if it were trying to gain the attentions of the occupants of the house to beg for the nourishment of wood to sustain its short lifespan for a few hours more. A small but calloused hand grasped at a stick and poked deeply into the coals, disturbing them somewhat.Cicero's story chapter 3.5 A Short Interlude2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Pea? what are you doing over there?" Ladia walked softly down the steps from the upper part of their modest but comfortable home, garbed in a clean yet drab cotton night gown and hair neatly braided behind her head. It was well past high-moon, late into the evening. Her child should have been many hours in bed by this point.
"I was wondering..." the boy murmured, jabbing into the depths of the wilting flame once more. "Is it murder if you watch something die? if you know you could save it but you choose not to? or is it it not?" He looked around at her, and although his face was half cast in shadow, his mother could still see he had circles under his eyes from poor sleep.
School's Out"3 2 .1 " The class chanted.School's Out3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The bell went, signaling the end of the school year. Everyone cheered, jumping out of their seats. Even the class teacher gave them a huge grin.
"Okay everyone, have a fun and safe holidays!" She called out above the screaming and yelling. The shouting slowly died down, and the class streamed out of their final lesson for the year, deep in conversation about what they were going to do in the summer holidays.
One boy, me, was the last to make it out. I was slim and tall, and had black hair, along with dark, chocolate brown eyes and dark tanned skin.
"Hey! What are you doing?" My friend Kevin asked, coming up to my side and nudging me with his elbow.
"I dunno man, I guess I'm just gonna stay home and rest for a few days," I lied, wanting to spend more time with Sapphire.
Sapphire was my best friend, maybe something even more
"You're no fun! C'mon, come with us to the beach!" He urged, grinning. I looked over at his friends, deep in conver
The Dragonborn and The FoolThe Dragonborn and The FoolThe Dragonborn and The Fool3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter One: The Mad Confession
A cold wind ripped its way across the snow covered village known as Dawnstar, as a young Breton woman, also known as the Dragonborn, made her way into the village. In her hands she clutched a small, worn book which she had been reading intently on her journey to the north. She had been ordered by her superior Astrid, to find and kill a member of the Dark Brotherhood for betrayal and overall madness for attacking another member within the confines of the Falkreath Sanctuary.
"That damn fool! I knew we shouldn't have let him join us in this sanctuary!" yelled Astrid at the top of her lungs.
"What are you ranting about now?" the Dragonborn, named Melanie, asked as she made her way down into the sanctuary's antechamber.
"That fool, your 'best friend', Cicero has just attacked Veezara and tried to make a move for my lif
Soulsilvershipping1. Her PersistencySoulsilvershipping3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Silveeeer! Come here and love meee!"
Silver dashed as fast as he could. His mouth wide opened, screaming and gasping in aghast. "Leave me alone!"
Kotone chased after the redhead. A cute, sinister smile curved at the edge of her lips. "Silver! I miss you! Don't you miss me?"
The young man screamed in denial. There were tons of reasons why he would stay away from Kotone.
And one of the reasons now she was holding a huge, huge net.
The brunette gripped her human net, an item she bought from Hoenn. "Come on! I miss you, darling!" She whipped the net left and right.
Silver screamed again. "Leave me the fuck alone!"
2. His 'Mean' Attitude
"You little pest."
"O wow o wow ow." Kotone yelped in pain as Silver pinched her cheeks. "Silver, it hurts it hurts!"
The tall redhead smirked devilishly. It was her fault for pestering him. So she deserved it. Flashing his white teeth, Silver sneered, "I'm not gonna stop until you say I'm the best trai
Imprinted - Chapter 1My Shield-brotherImprinted - Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lupina walked into Jorrvaskr and found Vilkas and Kodlak were stood with each other. Vilkas looked up at Lupina as did Kodlak.
"Vilkas says you're good." Kodlak smiled. "So this is the task you're getting." Farkas walked through the door then, and Lupina looked up at him. His grey eyes found hers and he quickly aborted and looked up at Kodlak.
"Good timing, Farkas." Kodlak smiled, and then turned his attention to Lupina again. "I want you to go the Dustman's Cairn, and retrieve a fragment of Wuurthrad from there." Farkas immediately objected.
"But Kodlak!" He protested. "It is much too dangerous for her to go alone!" Kodlak looked up at Farkas.
"And that, my son, is why you will be her shield-brother." Lupina looked up at this.
"Shield-brother?" She repeated. "What's that?" Farkas looked down at her.
"I'll explain to you later." He murmured. "For now, let's head to Dustman's Cairn." Lupina hesitated, then nodded, and followed him out of the door.
"So " Lupina sa
For the Future of Skyrim - Part 209 Morndas First Seed 205 4E 6:00 PMFor the Future of Skyrim - Part 203 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Cicero is bored," the jester complained.
The Imperial was locked up in a cage hanging five feet above the ground. He was wearing nothing but his small clothes. The Stormblade had demanded that he be stripped of the Stormcloak armor he had falsely been wearing. Cicero's legs dangled between the bars. He kicked them to emphasize his boredom.
Hulgar swallowed nervously. He had drawn the short straw for watching the madman and could not wait for his shift to end. When they had dragged the short man into the dungeon, he had not even been struggling. He just laughed and laughed and laughed.
Hulgar had heard the redhead earned his black eye from the Dragonborn when she captured him on the battlefield for mockingly laughing at her when his companion managed to escape. The Nord didn't know why, but apparently the Dragonborn had been more interested in capturing the woman than the man.
To be honest, the prisoner didn't look dangerous at all, especially for so
Death and Madness: PrologueDeath and Madness: Prologue1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Games > Elder Scroll Series > Skyrim
Location and Time: Skyrim post Helgen 201 4E
Main Pairing: Cicero / Dragonborn - Listener
I do hope this letter finds all of you well. I fear my others may not have reached you since there has yet been a reply.
Mother and I miss you along with our remaining brothers and sisters terribly. As you may know things have been rather difficult over the last dozen or so years. After waiting with no luck for our brother Garnag’s return, we had no choice but to leave Cyrodiil behind. As mentioned in my message from last Sun's Dusk, we have booked safe passage by boat. I am happy to report we now reside in Skyrim.
You do remember the last time we saw one another, don’t you? Our brief time in Bravil and the bit of trouble you made and I smoothed over? Sister, I do loath to press the favor but we are in great need of help now. All I ask is simple shelter for the two of us. I will keep my hands
Corruption and Hope Chapter 1: The First DayThis is it. Today is the day. The first day of the first year of integrated high schools. It's been a long time in coming. A lot of preparation and money has gone into this day. Many parents warned against it. They claimed that it was too dangerous. Too many risks. What would happen if one of them slipped? If they took a wrong step or dropped something? Or if one of them got hungry?Corruption and Hope Chapter 1: The First Day3 years ago in Settings More Like This
This is the first day of integrating humans and dragons in schools.
The yellow bus pulled up in front of the humble home. Matt had been selected based on test scores, physical fitness, sociability, and some rumored expandability. His parents didn't care, they just saw it as a way to get into history, and they truly believed that age old rivals could coexist.
Matt waved goodbye to his parents before shouldering his bag, and boarding the bus.
The trip to the new school was long. Not because it was in a remote location. It was in fact at the very centre of the first human and dragon city ever built. However, t
This Fic Gave Me CancerWarning: The following story is a parody and not to be taken seriously in the slightest. Please enjoy. ^_^This Fic Gave Me Cancer3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Once upon a time the Listener was summoned by Ulfric Stormcloak to do a mission.
"Dragonborn, I need you to do a mission for me," Ulfric said commandingly. He said many things commandingly because he was the future High King of Skyrim. It wasn't official or anything, but it was true because Ulfric Stormcloak said it was. And Ulfric Stormcloak was never wrong.
"What is it, my jarl?" the Listener, who was also the Dragonborn, said. Ulfric Stormcloak didn't know the Listener and the Dragonborn were the same person because that would have been silly. Although sometimes the Listener wondered why Ulfric Stormcloak didn't know because she wore her shrouded armor all the time. All the time. Even when she and Ulfric Stormcloak had sexy times, which were a lot.
Ulfric was good at sex. He had a big penis like all Nords.
Anyway, Ulfric Stormcloak was telling the Listener/Dragonborn
A Dream and A ProphecyI opened my eyes to see nothing. It was just endless darkness. I put a hand up in front of me. Nothing. Slowly, I got up, confused and disorientated. A single question shouted through my mind; where was I? The last thing I could remember wasA Dream and A Prophecy3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I jumped in surprise as Sapphire flew over to my side. Her voice was fierce, but also had a gentle touch to it. The darkness began to change A series of pictures flashed around me. It was as if I was there in the picture. Some were easier to recognize than others.
We have been here since the beginning of time, She continued.
The images began to show strange worlds, places I had never seen.
We have lived among you, unnoticed
The images continued to flash by; showing many of man's achievements. I recognized a few The invention of steam power, the American Revolution, the settlement of Australia, the first rocket into space
We have fought your wars
Images of WWI and WWII flew by