Mockingly-Tricky
Ketchup Enthusiast
- Location
- Happy Funtime Candyland
REALLY!? Shade just punched Murphy in the mouth, kicked him in the balls and then proceeded to bend over.
My Older Siblings Cannot be the Dragonborn (Skyrim SI)
- Thread starter shadenight123
- Start date
- Location
- Australia
Everything. Everything can go wrong when you piss of a women, and when that woman is a vampire and an alchemist that makes it so much worse.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
Shade...something is wrong...
There is no bolded ending to this chapter!!
There is no bolded ending to this chapter!!
- Location
- Somewhere!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
You know, waifuing Babette sounds way easier than all of this.
- Location
- Nowhere
Nothing could go wrong when you make clusterfuck after clusterfuck ,indeed nothing could go wrong Umbra .
Anyway if seriously this debacle in tears, copious amount of explosions and fire, lot of fire.
Anyway if seriously this debacle in tears, copious amount of explosions and fire, lot of fire.
Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
From all the hints so far, we can all conclude that Umbra is the true leader of the Brotherhood. The Nigh Mother is just a puppet, really.
He's got them all dancing around his strings, even though they believe to be in command.
Which is all kinds of wrong for the current Umbra, cause he has no idea.
He's got them all dancing around his strings, even though they believe to be in command.
Which is all kinds of wrong for the current Umbra, cause he has no idea.
- Location
- .
I have a bit of a theory.
Old Umbra CHIM'ed and created New Umbra with his memories post entering Elder Scrolls.
Meaning that there is a Umbra up with the gods directing this.
After all, Shadenight loves to do Self Insert Stories.
Old Umbra CHIM'ed and created New Umbra with his memories post entering Elder Scrolls.
Meaning that there is a Umbra up with the gods directing this.
After all, Shadenight loves to do Self Insert Stories.
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
Oh you poor fuck Umbra. You can't even be sure that reaching out to Talos to shield you from Sithis will protect you from her. The damned thing's rigged.
Yep.
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RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
To any mortal it'd be an understatement. To the Daedric Princes? Eh, just a cult.
- Location
- Little Rock, AR
Man. Shade is tilting. Tilting hard. He's taunting Murphy and relying on the resolve of someone he made cry to do his dirty work.
He's intimidated. And folding. When he need to nut up and recon tact his family and break free into his own decisions.
He thinks that past shade set up a plan. What if the plan was to put future shade to wipe them out with well time Yol to Shols.
He's intimidated. And folding. When he need to nut up and recon tact his family and break free into his own decisions.
He thinks that past shade set up a plan. What if the plan was to put future shade to wipe them out with well time Yol to Shols.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Past-Shade: Let's do it this way since anyway I'm going to be long dead and so there's no way Babette will actually meet up with me! I can tell her I'd do all sorts of things to her when she's grown up, and in Skyrim, and use her for my own purposes while bullshitting my way about everything because there's no way I'll pay the consequences of this! THIS IS GENIUS! Yes Dark Cultists! Deliver upon your descendants the word of my return! The Great Umbra shall return from unlife! Reincarnate! Bring forth CHIM to the unbelievers! Now hand over the Black Soul Gems kindly, yes, yes!
Umbra-Present: FUCK YOU NINE DIVINES FUCK YOU YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCKING SEVEN HELLS OF SHITE YOU JUST THREW ME INTO! INSANE CULTISTS!? DAEDRIC PRINCES!? FUUUCCCKKK YOUUUUU!
Umbra-Amnesia: So, Past-Me had a plan. Clearly. He must have had a plan. Of sorts. Let's hope we know what we're doing!
*This isn't what happened. I swear this isn't what happened*
- Location
- Little Rock, AR
So far far too much credit has been given.
Science
If you're reading this, omae wa mo shindeiru.
- Location
- Killeen, TX
You are your own worst enemy, Shade.
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
Wow ok. Shade you have the distinct pleasure of writing someone suffering from the gambits he thought he would die before suffering.
I've got a feeling that Oblivion Crisis Umbra is also Pre-Introverted Shadenight.
Also, maybe it's just me, but I think I'm seeing Youjo Senki influences in the story now.
Also, maybe it's just me, but I think I'm seeing Youjo Senki influences in the story now.
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Chapter Thirty-Nine - Dawnstar - 3rd of Hearthfire 4E 201 - Umbra
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Thirty-Nine - Dawnstar - 3rd of Hearthfire 4E 201 - Umbra
Only a single coffin amidst rows of others had the unnatural propriety of sobbing, and as I stopped just outside it, I crossed my arms and placed my back against the wall. "Are you done disturbing the rest of a dead Brother's corpse?" the sniffling came to an abrupt halt, only to be replaced by silence. "We have work to do."
"Fine," Babette said blithely, emerging from the coffin with a fluid motion as if it had been practiced countless times. Then again, she was a vampire and leaving the confines of a coffin was second nature to her. Her cheeks were red with dribbles of blood, and as her bloodshot eyes stared at me, I couldn't help but admire the anger that seethed through them. It would have probably killed a lesser man, or scared away someone who didn't have Sithis' protection to keep them alive. "What is my task, Speaker?"
"Our task," I said with a clipped voice, "Is the purification of the Falkreath's sanctuary."
Babette's eyes did not widen. She did not curl her lips up in distaste, or say anything else. She merely gave a curt nod. "When you are ready to begin, Speaker, so am I."
"You have silver for the Werewolf?" I quipped, receiving another nod in reply short and to the point. "Then we wait for the night to fall. You can bring us inside the sanctuary, can you not?"
"I can," Babette said. She pulled her cowl up, "I will go outside. When night falls, I will alert you." She began to walk away without making the slightest of sounds, and as I watched her retreating back, I sighed and shook my head gently. She was a grown-up woman. She could take care of herself. I had a Dragonborn to advise, or at the very least tell what to do next. I retraced my steps back to my office, where I was pretty sure I'd find Berry in wait.
Two acolytes were actually muttering about how to repair the door, and one of the two was busy using fire magic to melt the remains of the hinges out of the holes in the stone. Neither were experts at it. "If building a door gives you troubles," I spoke from behind them, "Just nail a banner of the Black Hand atop the entrance to cover it." The two turned sharply, an Argonian and a Khajiit, and they stiffened and nodded, hastily beating a retreat the likes of which I had never seen before.
I wasn't that scary, was I?
Inside my rooms, I watched as Berry stood frozen still in a corner of the room, her hands in a drawer doing the most ancient and revered act of all adventurers.
"Caught red-handed I'd guess," I said with a short chuckle.
"It's not stealing if I don't take anything," Berry replied, "I'm just...looking around."
I nodded, "Sure you are, sure you are," I sighed. "So...excuse the draft," I gestured at the open entrance. "Is there anything you wished to ask me, oh great Listener Berry?"
Berry nodded. "Is..." she swallowed, "Is there a way out of this?" she whispered.
"Uh?" I raised an eyebrow. "You mean...out of the Brotherhood? Well, there is always Death I guess." I shrugged. "Why? Something the matter?"
"It's just..." Berry passed a hand through her hair, clenching and twisting it lightly around her shoulder. "I have this contract to fulfill. The death of an innocent binds me with an oath of blood, so...I don't want to do it."
"Well, what's the difference with killing an innocent and killing a guard standing watch for the horses outside?" I pointed out, "I'd reckon you wouldn't have such compunctions."
Berry shook her head quickly. "That was different. He could have been a bandit, a brigand, a necromancer, or just about anything. This time, I'm pretty sure it's an innocent. Look," she swallowed. "It's just...I can't do it."
"Then don't," I replied. "After my current task is completed, I will probably receive the order to hunt you down and kill you," I pointed out. "But that's fine, I guess. I'll just have to refuse the Night Mother and escape the Brotherhood, they'll then send someone else." I continued. "Perhaps Babette unless I deal with her during my current mission." I stared at Berry's eyes and her shaken expression. "Whatever you wish to do, do it. You're a child. It's the duty of us adults to shoulder your decisions, reckless as they may be, and deal with them. You are free to choose."
"How can you say that with a straight face?" Berry asked. "Doesn't Babette love you? You'd just kill her because of what I decide to do?"
I shrugged. "Kill is a big word. Deal with her is more of...find a way to make her inoffensive. Listen, until Alduin's defeated...nothing else matters. And you're the only one who can defeat him. Things like morals, ethics, right or wrong...they're meaningless if you can't drive a sword through Alduin's heart and kill him. If there's no world left to live on, then there's no point in wondering who is right or wrong at the end of the day."
"I can't believe you'd say something like this," Berry said in disbelief. "Are you the same guy who screamed and barfed and pissed his pants off when we first met? Was that all a ruse?"
"My silver tongue and my actor's skills are second to none," I replied with a small chuckle, "But no, that was pretty much true. Amnesia, remember? Also...it doesn't matter where you put me, I will thrive or survive. Throw me among the companions, and I'll be your best drinking buddy. Throw me inside the College of Winterhold, and I'll be the most studious of students. Throw me in the guild of Thieves, and I'll steal and act all thug-like. That's the point. To survive is to live, and to live one must don masks that enable him to do so." I patted my chest. "The world is filled with liars and actors, Berry. Nothing is true, no one is true, everyone reacts to those near them. Would you spout hate-filled words among the blessed and the pious? No. You'd feel their judgment, and refuse. Or maybe you would, strong-willed as you are, and face the consequences. But I'm not strong. No, to be honest I'm pretty weak, so I refuse to break, and instead I bend."
"That just makes you a coward in the end," Berry said. "You faced a dragon head-on, how hard can it be to say no to that mummified corpse?"
"I knew you'd come," I pointed out. "There was nothing to be afraid of. The Night Mother...if she's the intermediary between myself and Sithis, and the reason I do not die, then it's different. I might just die abruptly the moment I refuse her, or I might no longer be immortal. I do not remember why, or how, but...in the end, all that I can do is play by the rules of the game and hope that one of the Divines will send me a sign on what to do next."
"Then I'm telling you we're leaving," Berry said angrily. "You'll follow me if I order you to do that, won't you?"
I nodded awkwardly. "I would, but the consequences..."
"To Oblivion with the consequences. You said I'm the Listener, and everyone must obey my orders or break the tenets. So I, Listener Berry, order you to follow me until I say I've had enough of you," she harrumphed. "You wanted a sign from the Divines? Then I'm the Dragonborn, and my word is like that of Akatosh, isn't it? So, we're going." She walked closed to me and grabbed my hand roughly, starting to pull. "Let's leave this place without anyone none the wiser."
"Babette is waiting for the night to fall outside the main exit of this place," I quipped. "And we'll need supplies. There should be a secret exit behind the glass wall of the main hall. We can leave through that and the tunnels behind it."
Berry glanced back at me, "So...you'll follow me?"
"I did say I was sworn to carry your burdens, and you are the Listener. Whatever you say goes, boss, I'm just here to make sure you don't do anything too reckless or stupid, but hey, leaving the Dark Brotherhood? Fine by me...it's going to be tough, though," I sighed, quite loudly too. "Goodbye comfy bed I never even got to sleep on," I waved dramatically at the bed, "Or fancy armor I never got to wear."
Berry clenched my hand a bit tighter, and then pulled me out of my rooms.
Well, as the Latins would say...
...Berry Vult!
Only a single coffin amidst rows of others had the unnatural propriety of sobbing, and as I stopped just outside it, I crossed my arms and placed my back against the wall. "Are you done disturbing the rest of a dead Brother's corpse?" the sniffling came to an abrupt halt, only to be replaced by silence. "We have work to do."
"Fine," Babette said blithely, emerging from the coffin with a fluid motion as if it had been practiced countless times. Then again, she was a vampire and leaving the confines of a coffin was second nature to her. Her cheeks were red with dribbles of blood, and as her bloodshot eyes stared at me, I couldn't help but admire the anger that seethed through them. It would have probably killed a lesser man, or scared away someone who didn't have Sithis' protection to keep them alive. "What is my task, Speaker?"
"Our task," I said with a clipped voice, "Is the purification of the Falkreath's sanctuary."
Babette's eyes did not widen. She did not curl her lips up in distaste, or say anything else. She merely gave a curt nod. "When you are ready to begin, Speaker, so am I."
"You have silver for the Werewolf?" I quipped, receiving another nod in reply short and to the point. "Then we wait for the night to fall. You can bring us inside the sanctuary, can you not?"
"I can," Babette said. She pulled her cowl up, "I will go outside. When night falls, I will alert you." She began to walk away without making the slightest of sounds, and as I watched her retreating back, I sighed and shook my head gently. She was a grown-up woman. She could take care of herself. I had a Dragonborn to advise, or at the very least tell what to do next. I retraced my steps back to my office, where I was pretty sure I'd find Berry in wait.
Two acolytes were actually muttering about how to repair the door, and one of the two was busy using fire magic to melt the remains of the hinges out of the holes in the stone. Neither were experts at it. "If building a door gives you troubles," I spoke from behind them, "Just nail a banner of the Black Hand atop the entrance to cover it." The two turned sharply, an Argonian and a Khajiit, and they stiffened and nodded, hastily beating a retreat the likes of which I had never seen before.
I wasn't that scary, was I?
Inside my rooms, I watched as Berry stood frozen still in a corner of the room, her hands in a drawer doing the most ancient and revered act of all adventurers.
"Caught red-handed I'd guess," I said with a short chuckle.
"It's not stealing if I don't take anything," Berry replied, "I'm just...looking around."
I nodded, "Sure you are, sure you are," I sighed. "So...excuse the draft," I gestured at the open entrance. "Is there anything you wished to ask me, oh great Listener Berry?"
Berry nodded. "Is..." she swallowed, "Is there a way out of this?" she whispered.
"Uh?" I raised an eyebrow. "You mean...out of the Brotherhood? Well, there is always Death I guess." I shrugged. "Why? Something the matter?"
"It's just..." Berry passed a hand through her hair, clenching and twisting it lightly around her shoulder. "I have this contract to fulfill. The death of an innocent binds me with an oath of blood, so...I don't want to do it."
"Well, what's the difference with killing an innocent and killing a guard standing watch for the horses outside?" I pointed out, "I'd reckon you wouldn't have such compunctions."
Berry shook her head quickly. "That was different. He could have been a bandit, a brigand, a necromancer, or just about anything. This time, I'm pretty sure it's an innocent. Look," she swallowed. "It's just...I can't do it."
"Then don't," I replied. "After my current task is completed, I will probably receive the order to hunt you down and kill you," I pointed out. "But that's fine, I guess. I'll just have to refuse the Night Mother and escape the Brotherhood, they'll then send someone else." I continued. "Perhaps Babette unless I deal with her during my current mission." I stared at Berry's eyes and her shaken expression. "Whatever you wish to do, do it. You're a child. It's the duty of us adults to shoulder your decisions, reckless as they may be, and deal with them. You are free to choose."
"How can you say that with a straight face?" Berry asked. "Doesn't Babette love you? You'd just kill her because of what I decide to do?"
I shrugged. "Kill is a big word. Deal with her is more of...find a way to make her inoffensive. Listen, until Alduin's defeated...nothing else matters. And you're the only one who can defeat him. Things like morals, ethics, right or wrong...they're meaningless if you can't drive a sword through Alduin's heart and kill him. If there's no world left to live on, then there's no point in wondering who is right or wrong at the end of the day."
"I can't believe you'd say something like this," Berry said in disbelief. "Are you the same guy who screamed and barfed and pissed his pants off when we first met? Was that all a ruse?"
"My silver tongue and my actor's skills are second to none," I replied with a small chuckle, "But no, that was pretty much true. Amnesia, remember? Also...it doesn't matter where you put me, I will thrive or survive. Throw me among the companions, and I'll be your best drinking buddy. Throw me inside the College of Winterhold, and I'll be the most studious of students. Throw me in the guild of Thieves, and I'll steal and act all thug-like. That's the point. To survive is to live, and to live one must don masks that enable him to do so." I patted my chest. "The world is filled with liars and actors, Berry. Nothing is true, no one is true, everyone reacts to those near them. Would you spout hate-filled words among the blessed and the pious? No. You'd feel their judgment, and refuse. Or maybe you would, strong-willed as you are, and face the consequences. But I'm not strong. No, to be honest I'm pretty weak, so I refuse to break, and instead I bend."
"That just makes you a coward in the end," Berry said. "You faced a dragon head-on, how hard can it be to say no to that mummified corpse?"
"I knew you'd come," I pointed out. "There was nothing to be afraid of. The Night Mother...if she's the intermediary between myself and Sithis, and the reason I do not die, then it's different. I might just die abruptly the moment I refuse her, or I might no longer be immortal. I do not remember why, or how, but...in the end, all that I can do is play by the rules of the game and hope that one of the Divines will send me a sign on what to do next."
"Then I'm telling you we're leaving," Berry said angrily. "You'll follow me if I order you to do that, won't you?"
I nodded awkwardly. "I would, but the consequences..."
"To Oblivion with the consequences. You said I'm the Listener, and everyone must obey my orders or break the tenets. So I, Listener Berry, order you to follow me until I say I've had enough of you," she harrumphed. "You wanted a sign from the Divines? Then I'm the Dragonborn, and my word is like that of Akatosh, isn't it? So, we're going." She walked closed to me and grabbed my hand roughly, starting to pull. "Let's leave this place without anyone none the wiser."
"Babette is waiting for the night to fall outside the main exit of this place," I quipped. "And we'll need supplies. There should be a secret exit behind the glass wall of the main hall. We can leave through that and the tunnels behind it."
Berry glanced back at me, "So...you'll follow me?"
"I did say I was sworn to carry your burdens, and you are the Listener. Whatever you say goes, boss, I'm just here to make sure you don't do anything too reckless or stupid, but hey, leaving the Dark Brotherhood? Fine by me...it's going to be tough, though," I sighed, quite loudly too. "Goodbye comfy bed I never even got to sleep on," I waved dramatically at the bed, "Or fancy armor I never got to wear."
Berry clenched my hand a bit tighter, and then pulled me out of my rooms.
Well, as the Latins would say...
...Berry Vult!
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
As the English would say; Allons-y!
- Location
- Australia
Berry is adorable, she keeps expecting shade not to follow her to the end of the earth.