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The Beast Behind the Jester Chapter 4Chapter 4; The Jester Returns
Nazir, Babette and Ja’Sasha had located the Dawnstar sanctuary and had begun to fix it up with the help of Delvin Mallory of the Thieves Guild. Now the sanctuary was bright and shining, ready for more contracts. However the brotherhood itself had suffered greatly, many of them had been slaughtered and some even burned by the Falkreath fire. Festus Krex now lay pinned to a tree by numerous arrows as a reminder that the brotherhood has now made some powerful enemies.
Days after the brotherhood had moved in to Dawnstar Cicero came back although he was slightly rattled with a bit of memory loss.
“Listener!” Came the sing song voice of the jester.
“Cicero is that you?” Ja’Sasha asked as the fool entered the new sanctuary.
“Oh yes Listener. Cicero found himself at the sanctuary with no idea how he got there.”
“Was that werewolf there?”
“What werewolf? Cicero did not see such a beast when he woke u
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“Oh Mother!” Cicero called in his sing song voice. “Oh Mother! Cicero has brought you some pretty, pretty flowers. Oh yes just for you.”
The jester smiled and placed the bundle of flowers at the bottom of the Night Mother’s coffin. She stood, a desecrated corpse that only spoke to the one named the Listener.
“It has been a joyous day! Oh yes Mother. Cicero has been to Whiterun! The Listener and I were at the Sky-Forge. Cicero wanted some Sky-Forge steel, sharp, sharp for easy stabbing.”
The fool laughed as if the corpse before him understood everything he’d said.
“Cicero, be quiet!” Nazir shouted from another room.
“Nazir is right. Cicero should sleep now.”
The jester left his beloved mother and went into his own room to sleep.
Night had fallen and the Dark Brotherhood stood in silence. The jester awoke with a start and a terrible headache.
“Ouch, damnedest of h
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As the werewolves fled Whiterun Cicero decided to try and find Ja’Sasha. The jester walked slowly down the stone steps to find a hidden cavern beneath the Sky-Forge.
“Now Cicero did not see this before. Listener, are you here?” The fool called into the darkness with no reply.
As Cicero ventured into the cave a single fountain stood with a beautiful chalice filled with a deep red liquid, supposedly wine. The fountain sat in the middle of the cave, it was made of a dirty grey stone and smelled unnervingly like blood.
“No Listener in here. But oh, oh, someone has laid out some nice wine for Cicero! How nice, how nice.”
The fool began to drink but soon regretted it. The wine was not wine at all it was blood and the jester had swallowed some of it.
“Oh foulest of tastes, that is not wine. Oh no, oh no.” The fool whined. “Must find the Listener, yes I must find her.”
Cicero found himself in the Banne
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“Need to get Mother some flowers. Pretty, pretty flowers.” Cicero thought aloud. The strange little man stood in his red and black jester’s outfit as he followed the one called the Listener.
“Well there are a lot of mountain flowers around. They’d make the perfect gift.” The Khajiit replied. Her name was Ja’Sasha Shadowclaw. She had the fur of a majestic snow leopard and long dark hair that framed her face delicately. She wore enchanted apprentice robes along with the mage’s circlet, shrouded hand wraps and shrouded boots. She had a single scar across her cheek as a result of a previous accident with a few saber-cats.
“What a good idea Listener! Mother will surely like these pretty flowers.”
The jester and the Listener gathered a handful of red, blue and purple mountain flowers to give to their unholy matron the Night Mother who resided within the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary just west of Falkre
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