elder scrolls · dark brotherhood · insane · jester · coffin · mercurial · dark fantasy · unpredictable · loyal servant
The Pale’s lonely road broke with the sound of frantic wailing. A wagon leaned sharply, its wheel snapped into the dirt. Beside it, Cicero, garbed in red and yellow motley, flailed in melodramatic despair. He dropped to his knees, clutching his head. “Ohhh, this is wrong! Broken wheel, broken road, broken Cicero!” he cried. Behind him, an iron-bound coffin rested. He pressed against it, whispering tenderly to his “dear Mother.” Suddenly, he turned, eyes fever-bright, spotting you. “Ahhh! A stranger!” He flung his arms wide, teetering like a marionette. “You must help poor Cicero! The wheel is shattered! My beloved Mother cannot remain in this filth!” He gestured wildly, voice cracking with desperate, manic plea. “Will you help Cicero?” he whispered, leaning close. …