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Now we're just about to eavesdrop on good old Cicero the sick cunt.
We suspect that he's actually quite mad and we're gonna confirm this by hiding in here.
I have to unlock it.
How about that?
Open up, damn you.
Hello, girl.
Alright, cool.
Now we wait and listen.
Cicero, he is no, I don't really know if we can confirm him as a true friend, but it's fun at least.
It's fun.
Go on and Cicero.
Look, Jess, I just want to hear your...
Are you alone?
Yes.
Well?
We are.
We are indeed, Cicero.
Talk to me.
Talk to us.
Sweet solitude.
No one will hear us.
Disturb us.
Everything is going according to plan.
It is actually.
It is.
I've spoken to them.
It's like a confession.
the catholic priest.
I have.
No, of course not.
The glorious.
I do the talking, the stalking, the seeing, and the saying.
And what do you do?
How disrespectful of him.
How dare he?
Oh, never.
Cicero understands.
Do you know, really, Cicero?
Or are you saying that?
Always understands.
And obeys.
You will talk away.
As it's your duty to obey my divine commands.
Sweet night mother.
The nightmare, I thought she'd be alive at least, but perhaps this is just a regular corpse.
Who knows?
Who knows anything these days?
Am I right?
I exert your will, if you will not speak... to anyone!
Because you are unworthy.
I can barely hear what she is saying.
I hope you can hear.
Poor Cicero has failed you.
Poor Cicero.
You have, Cicero.
You're a failure.
And you must repent.
Now bend over.
Now hold on, darkness rises and silence dies.
What treachery?
Defile.
Now, Cicero.
You have violated the sanctity of the night mother's and now I will violate you.
How dare you talk to me like that?
She spoke to you?
She did.
You jelly, you mad brute.
You listen to me.
But I am the listener.
And there is no listener.
But I just she said that.
She said those words.
Yes, Cicero.
Yes.
She was quite epic, I can confirm.
Are you really sweet, though?
It's true.
She's Cicero.
Our lady is back.
She has chosen a listener.
She has chosen you.
Get out of the way, freak!
By Scythis.
They're gorgeous.
I am.
To the night mother.
I spoke only to the night mother.
I spoke to the night mother, but she didn't speak.
That's quite a cool thing, actually.
Okay, come on, Nanatri, talk to me.
You're not busy.
I am the listener.
It's true.
It's true.
The Night Mother has spoken.
The silence has been broken.
The listener has been chosen.
Some water.
Cheers.
When I heard Cicero screaming, I knew you'd been discovered.
I feared the worst.
Are you alright?
Fucking fine.
Then what in Scythis' name is going on?
Cicero spoke to the Night Mother.
It was a boondo saints reference to you.
Solid movie.
No, it's true.
What?
She spoke to me.
So Cicero wasn't talking to anyone else.
Just the Night Mother's body?
And the Night Mother, who, according to everything we know, will only speak to the person chosen as listener just spoke.
Right now, quite so.
To you?
Yes, God.
By Scythis.
And what did she say?
That I'm a sick cunt with a sick physique.
Amand Motier?
I have no idea who that is, but Valenrude.
That I have heard of.
And I know where it is.
Hmm.
I should talk to this man.
No.
Listen, I don't know what's going on here, but you take your orders from me.
But I do.
Are we clear on that?
The Night Mother may have spoken to you, but I am still the leader of this family.
I will not have my authority so easily dismissed.
It's cool.
Calm down.
Calm down, like God.
Go see Nazir.
Do some work for him.
I'll tell you when I'm ready to discuss the matter further.
Alright, let's do it, Blue.
Where are you, Nasir?
Hello.
This is all just too much to test.
Go get some work from this unit.
And... I suspect he's up here somewhere.
Where...
Where are you Nasir?
He's gonna take a little brief look here at all the bedchambers.
Looks quite quite cozy though.
I could easily imagine to live here with my true friends, like and go out killing heretics and leftists.
Hello, Nasir.
So many.
I'll teach you how to use it effectively and keep you quick on your feet.
Sickening.
As it turns out, I've got two new contracts.
One rather easy assignment, and another that should prove quite a challenge.
Få allagret Argonian, though.
Your first target is an orc bard named Lurbuk.
The other is a vampire by the name of Hearn.
Happy hunting!
All right, then.
Good luck!
Sounds easy enough.
Let's kill him.
Hello, Blue.
I just wanted to talk to you.
That was an elf.
Perhaps you can be my wife.
Bye.
Alright, cool.
I utilized a little edit there.
And we're back in Morthal to, hello, little chicken.
How are thou today?
Ah, a nern route.
How quaint.
Ah, dragon.
I'm probably my least favorite thing with Skyrim is fighting dragons.
Hello, gorgeous.
I wonder if I can kill him while being in stealth mode.
I'm gonna quick save and then see your blasphemous singing will come to an end.
You sung songs against Ulfric Stormcloak.
John, Ulfric.
That's exactly how it goes if you sing blasphemous songs against Ulfric.
I don't know if he has actually done that, but you know, just for the crack, like okay, kill Hearn.
Ah, looks like we're going about some cardio, I suppose.
Alright, cool.
I edited that little sequence until we reached the house of glory, which we are just about to look at this whole place, though.
Looks really cool and coddly.
Reminds me of Lord of the Rings with his rain and Naskuls, etc.
So we're gonna look at the possibility of actually muffling ourselves.
There we are and poison, yes Half Moon Hill Come on, open up.
Open up, damn you.
There we are, looks like he's sleeping.
Oh, there's his wife.
Hello, gorgeous.
What was that?
Rather glorious, to be honest.
Feels good, man.jpg.
He had it coming, the blasphemous blood-sucking fiend.
Okay, we have enemies nearby.
We have to wait a bit, I assume.
Is it her, maybe?
But that didn't really feel good at all, because like, if they were, okay, perhaps he was like a murderer, but they lived like happily there, him and his wife, and just, just loved each other.
And then I come and kill him.
They know she'll be all alone.
It didn't feel right at all, actually.
Oh well, I suppose I'm an assassin, so I can't really be all too bothered with morally justifying everything I do.
And I mean, he was a vampire anyway, so.
Vampire.
So I assume I did the right thing because otherwise he would kill incense.
Hello, Gorgeous.
Something is happening here.
I'm not sure entirely what that something is, but, well, we need to find out.
If the Night Mother really did give you an order to talk to a contact, we'd be mad to ignore it.
And I think we'd both agree, Cicero's brought quite enough madness to this sanctuary.
I can confirm this to be true.
So go, go to Vollenrood.
It's a crypt, pretty far to the northeast.
Talk to this Armand Mottier, and let's see.
Armand Mottier.
All right, let's do it, bro.
I just want my money first.
Perhaps I can train a bit in light armor as well.
Would be cool.
Cool thing to do.
Hello, Nasir.
Hello.
Wonderful.
Your payment, I suppose.
Ah, cheers, Bruce.
No sarcasm this time.
And if you contracted Sanguinari Vampirius, unless, of course, that was your goal all along.
I didn't.
I wanted to use it effectively and keep you quick on your feet.
Ah!
I don't really have any.
Not enough cash to spender.
Alright, let us, true friends go and talk to Amund Motieri.
Legend has it that he is juicy.
He actually isn't fucking juicy because I think he's a nobleman.
You have other people do the fighting for him.
So, um, bodyguards, etc.
The silence has been broken.
Oh, it's quite uh quite a long long stretch.
Utilize another little edit in all actuality.
Be right back.
Alright, true friends.
I was gonna edit it away the entire way, but admire this Mammoud.
That is one glorious mammoth.
Glorious Skyrim.
Don't kill me though.
Size comparison.
Look, he's friendly.
Would really epic if I could ride on him as a glorious mount of wisdom Now true friends let us What oh Oh, there they are.
Hello, Bru.
Damn you!
Didn't think he would reach me there, actually.
All righty then.
Did he actually die?
The little bastard?
Well, serves him right for being a fucking cunt.
Oh, look at this.
What's this now?
Blessing of Mara.
Perhaps not as testosteroneous as a blessing of Dallas.
Now, Darlos, I love you.
But cool nonetheless, I suppose.
I suppose that is the case, true friends.
There we are.
Verlinrud.
Do we have any little bandits here?
such chest speaking about character creation i don't know if i mentioned this in this episode or if it was the last episode but uh silence tongue that's That sounds cool.
And yeah, character creation in Skyrim is one of my favorite aspects of the game.
And I'm thinking about like an Imperial Paladin or something.
Like restoration, destruction, heavy armor block, and everything like that.
So like he has aesthetics of a Roman and you know some restoration and stuff like that because that's like the proper paladin thing to do hello bruh by the almighty divines you've Come, you've actually come.
This dreadful black sacrament thing.
It worked the night mother here, please, Mottier.
Yes, um, so it would seem.
Well, I won't waste your time.
He's not coming.
I would like to arrange a contract.
Several, actually.
I dare say, the work I'm offering has more significance than anything your organization has experienced in well centuries.
That sounds cool.
As I said, I want you to kill several people.
You'll find the targets as well as their manners of elimination quite varied.
I'm sure someone of your disposition will probably even find it enjoyable.
But you should know that these killings are but a means to an end, for they pave the way to a cutthroat in the bowels of this detestable crypt.
For I seek the assassination of the Emperor.
Dun dun dunnnnnnnn Oh wonderful!
You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that.
So much has led to this day.
Business planning and maneuvers.
No morals, only tactics now.
You do, you insolent dog.
Rexus, these are the proper Romans.
Hello, Bru.
Give me the items, then you fucking.
What are you doing?
The sealed letter will explain everything that needs to be done.
The amulet is quite valuable.
You can use it to pay for any and all expenses.
Right then.
Cool.
Well, look at his graphics.
Look at those graphics, though.
Sick for sick brew and then I'm gonna go back here and And actually do that Is it a little telecom?
Exactly how it was.
How dare he even talk to me like that?
Alright, then.
Astrid, our beloved Astrid leader.
Look at that dark elf, though.
Fucking juices.
Fuck.
Hello, door.
Alright, hello.
I have something for you.
I am.
Alright, so did you meet this Motier?
What did he want?
He wanted to admire my physique.
You're joking.
What's this?
The letter explains it all to Amelis.
Amulet is for expenses By Sithis, you're not joking To kill the Emperor of Tamriel The Brotherhood hasn't done such a thing since the assassination of Pelagius As a matter of fact, no one has dared assassinate an Emperor of Tamriel Since the murder of Uriel Septim And that was 200 years ago Ah, in good old Oblivion, lovely game.
She certainly wouldn't.
And for what she looks out for us, obviously.
She chose to relay Motier's information to you.
I don't know exactly what's going on here.
If you're the listener, or this is some fluke, or what, but what we now have before us, so we'll accept the contract.
You're damn right, we'll accept it.
If we pull this off, the Dark Brotherhood will know a fear and respect we haven't seen in centuries.
You think I'd abandon an opportunity to lead my family to glory?
To glory.
Love it.
I need time to read the letter and figure out where we go from here.
And this amulet.
Hmm.
Take it to Delvin Mallory.
I'm thinking we need that amulet and give me the letter.
Delvin Mallory of the Dark Brotherhood have a long history.
Almost it all right.
Cool.
Um, awesome, true friends.
I will actually end this glorious episode right here with two kills.
