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 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.
Curious FoolNight had fallen not an hour before and the mist had settled in, hanging just above the ground, creating an eerie atmosphere on the forest floor. Trees towered high above me, set so close that I felt slightly claustrophobic. The moonlight barely filtered through the thick branches, the only light source being the small campfire crackling softly, the flames licking hungrily at the stones piled up to prevent it from spreading. I sighed, my breath producing a white cloud in the cold air. For what seemed like the hundredth time that night, I shifted in my seat, unable to remain still for long. He stared across at me, the firelight dancing in his maddened eyes. His gaze made me uneasy, for I was unsure of what was going on in his mind; could he possibly be running over the various ways he would slit my throat? Or were his thoughts dwelling on sweetrolls and carrots, as he had often expressed?Curious Fool3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A small whimper escaped his lips, bringing me back to the present. My gaze fell on his injured hand
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
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 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
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 Vvardenfell2 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,"
Hollow Demon 13 Everything was moving too fast.Hollow Demon 133 years ago in Drama More Like This
Before anyone could blink, the huge volcano Pokémon released his attack.
But before he could exhale, Feraligatr plunged on the fire starter's neck.
Resulting with the flames shot down right next to Silver's face; its spark crackling his neck and left cheek.
Silver screamed in pain; finally a sound emitting from him. His Pokémon crowded to his aid. Feraligatr and Typhlosion roared and battled savagely. Scratches, deep bites, flames, and a wave of water were everywhere.
Feraligatr threw Typhlosion to a tree. The fire starter crashed on it, and it ended with the tree being broken into a million wooden pieces. Typhlosion quickly stood on all fours and rocketed towards his best friend. He jumped up in the air and rolled into a ball; attacking with his Flame Wheel of a cannon ball.
Feraligatr gripped the round starter with his huge claws. But as a result, his body lost its balance and the water starter got slammed down on his back.
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
Decieving LooksSamDecieving Looks3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
From under his black hood, two glowing white eyes stared straight at me. Three scars streaked from one side of his face to the other, his face was twisted up in endless pain and anger. His arms hung loosely, withered and black; age had not been kind. He wore a robe; dark as night, as if made of darkness itself. He hunched over a strange staff, inscribed with strange runes and symbols. As terrifying he looked, it seemed as if this old man could barely walk.
Looks can be deceiving.
With a sudden movement, so fast it was nearly a blur, his hand struck out, and a beam of darkness exploded out of his hand, striking Sapphire in the forehead.
She roared in pain, before the darkness seemed to engulf her, surrounding her in a thick black smoke.
"Sapphire!" I called out, getting up and scrambling over to her. I ran into a seemingly invisible wall.
"No!" I shouted, smashing the wall with my fist.
"What the hell's going on?!" Astrid screamed.
Its okay! Go! Get him! Sapphire's voi
vore test(just a test)vore test5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(you are a humanoid, you can be human/furry/anthro/anything else humanoid. You can be male/female/both/none?)
It is early morning, you are awoken by a cool breeze on your face. You climb out of your slumber slowly, you are still pretty tired, but want to get up. You do all your normal morning duties, wash, clean, eat. It is a warm and sunny day, there is a small cold breeze, so you decide to go out for the day into the forest, as you had no plans for today, and now just want something to do.
You live quite far away from the forest, about a 2 hour walk away, so you pack a bag with all needed equipment in it, and head out. You think about inviting friends to come along with you, but today you want a bit of peace, so decide not to. Walking to the forest was very peaceful, birds are chirping, the air feels nice on your face, and tastes pretty good on your lips. It is not long before you actually reach the forest, from the outside it looks quite dense and thick, the trees are
Freinds with a blue dragonWarning: Soft, Safe, Non fatal voreFreinds with a blue dragon4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Athro's note: ok here is my first ever vore story it was a story I wrote when I was 12 years old it was story I think it was kinda basted in my life kinda with my sister and me my sister read this story and she liked it so hope you guys will rember I was only 12 when I wrote this.
In the hills from a village lived a great dragon it had blue scales and had golden underbelly and its spikes were green its horns were white and curved down its snout was curved circle its eyes were a sapphire white orange its wings were blue and yellow she was alone in her cave, she felt the wind blow it was a ice cold she had made a fire to keep her warm she looked out the side of her cave at the night sky that was a dark blue color and a white by the stars, she stood up and walked to the mouth of her cave she looked down at the forest above her she felt alone she never went to the village she knew the humans would be scared of her by her large size she was about the s
RevelationI had just agreed to save the world.Revelation3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The feeling is quite like, well, I can't describe how it feels exactly It's like standing on the edge of a skyscraper, and jumping off, not knowing what's at the bottom. Truly a leap of faith and nothing else.
But could I really do it?
The prophecy said we could, but it had said nothing about walking away from this alive.
"Are you sure about this?" Sapphire asked again. "You do realize there's no going back "
"Yes." I replied. "Heck, if the world was going to end, you may as well give a shot at trying to stop it," I said, giving her a reassuring smile. Sapphire gave me a gentle nuzzle, happy with my decision.
"Sapphire?" I asked, a horrible thought forming my head.
"Yes?" She responded.
"Will... will Death try and stop us?" I asked, worried. She let out a shaky sigh.
She seemed become still for a moment before returning her gaze to me."Yes." She replied quietly. I froze in place; a chill running down my spine.
Death itself trying to stop
Boy and the Dragon part 4here is part 4 but at the end it says she decides so in the description i want you to tell the commentors and readers that i will continue or stop based on the comments so they decide her decision......The boy and the dragon Part 4Boy and the Dragon part 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My mind was flying off its rails he didn't remember who I was something was very wrong "Mike do you remember its me sapphire," I said talking to the small black dragon worry on my mind but then it opened its mouth to say something
"you remember," I said desperation in my voice but my heart sank at his words
"mommy!" It cheered then went up and nuzzled me and licked my face
"no," I said in a whisper I then started to cry for I knew he didn't remember me "mike," I sobbed mike please remember I cried "mommy?" It asked looking at me with concern in its eyes are you ok it asked nuzzling me
"yes mommy's ok," I said licking the little dragon "yay!" it cried bouncing around then yawned
"im sleepy," it said then cuddled next to me and fell asleep I laid down next to