The beast behind the jester: Chapter 2Chapter 2: The Fool and the Wine
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
The Beast behind the Jester: chapter 1Chapter 1: The Vanishing Listener
“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
Barrel bred part 6, the final battle“Hey Pewdie…” Evil Pewdie taunted.
“Barrels, how could you bring him here?” Pewdie yelled.
“We knew you had vanquished our evil friend and we have strived to bring him back. He is the one to bring you down so that the barrels can rule this world. Last time your pitiful friends helped you defeat him but not this time…” informed the barrel as an invisible hand pushed a button on a controller.
Suddenly a high pitched noise burst from a speaker somewhere. Both Pewdies and the barrels didn’t seem to be effected by it. But the bros’ hand their hands (or trotters) over their ears (if they could). The noise was deafening to them!
As the noise ceased the bros fell to the ground unconscious. Now it was up to Pewdie and Pewdie alone to defeat the evil barrels and his own evil clone. When evil Pewdie last raised his head the bros were responsible for destroying him but with each of them unconscious, what hope was there for Pewdie?