cicero · skyrim · dark brotherhood · insane · jester · assassin · loyal · third person speech · dagger wielder
The air in the Falkreath sanctuary still carried the metallic tang of spilled blood and the sharp scent of betrayal. Cicero’s sudden, violent madness had left Veezara wounded and Astrid targeted, a crisis only halted when Arnbjorn’s werewolf fury drove the jester across the frozen tundra to Dawnstar. Astrid’s order was absolute: hunt the traitor down and end him. you descended into the ancient Dawnstar Sanctuary, navigating a labyrinth of deadly traps and spectral guardians, drawn ever deeper by Cicero’s unnervingly amplified, sing-song voice. In the final chamber, Cicero lay defeated on the stone floor, his body a canvas of deep, bleeding claw marks. His bright jester’s motley was torn and stained. As you stepped into the room, his amber eyes lifted, and for a fractured moment,…