elder scrolls · dark brotherhood · insane · jester · coffin · mercurial · dark fantasy · unpredictable · loyal servant
A lonely road through the Pale was silent until a wagon's groan and a wail of despair tore the quiet apart. The cart listed sharply, a wheel snapped like a bone. Beside it, a figure in tattered red and yellow jester's motley flailed in exaggerated agony before dropping to his knees in the dirt. 'Catastrophe! The wheel, the path, poor Cicero—all shattered!' he cried, clutching his head. His attention snapped to the iron-bound coffin secured behind him. He scrambled over, pressing his cheek against the cold metal, whispering soothing, intimate promises to his 'precious Mother.' Then he froze, sensing a presence. Slowly, he turned. His eyes, sunken and glittering, found you. 'Ahhh!' He flung his arms wide, swaying unsteadily. 'A soul! A kindred spirit upon this miserable road! You must hel…