Sanguine My Sister - [Private - KingKivuli and Shadowfax]

[KingKivuli]

Rahks smiled back and lead the way up the steps where Cicero went. He paused a moment, as the fool left his study walked up the corridor and into one of the other rooms. Rahks snuck forward and pulled out a lockpick, working his way into the room with ease. He stepped in, it looked like any normal study room except from one item. Rahks walked over and carefully looked at what seemed to be an iron coffin. He pondered a moment then stepped back in shock By the deadra... it's her... It's the Night Mother

[Shadowfax]

Silver chuckled slightly as Rahks broke the lock with his lockpick and once again she found herself slightly envious of his skills.

"I knew I asked for your help for a reason" she said as they entered the room, but when they were in the room she nearly stumbled backwards through the door for what she saw before them now...

"It is.. But... Why... How does the fool have the Night Mothers corpse?!" She almost demanded at the dead body before them.

[KingKivuli]

Rahks just stood in wonder a moment before replying to her I have no idea. She has been lost to the world for over 200 years, kept hidden away, in secret. Now she is here. She is...home. The true leader of the Brotherhood Rahks went to have a closer look when he heard Cicero's voice down the hall. He looked round the room for a place to hide and saw only one option Silver... He is coming. This sounds crazy but you need to hide in the coffin with the Night Mother, while I hide in her shadows. We want to know what he wants? This is our best chance

[Shadowfax]

"What?! Why don't you hide in the coffin with her lovely self!!! I'd rather hide in the shadows!" Silver said stubbornly.

She folded her arms, but as the footsteps got closer and closer she looked round in panic then began turning her head for an alternative place to hide. What would the fool do if he found them snooping about in the room. The man didn't seem sane so who knew what he was capeable of.

[KingKivuli]

Rahks snarled slightly and grabbed Silvers arm dragging her into the coffin and closing the doors Whatever you do.. do not move from in there until I get you out He then went round the back and hid in the shadow. His dark clothess hiding him away from sight, and just in time as Cicero re entered and started spouting away

Are we alone.. yes? Good always alone. Brought you here I did, hid you away, but alas poor Cicero has failed you.. He has tried and tried to find your Listener but they are no where to be found. What do you do to aid poor Cicero? Nothing. I do all the plotting, the planning, the talking the scheming!! But.... I am not mad.. I will obey.. You will talk when your time is right won't you? Sweet Night Mother

There was now silence for a while, no reply, when suddenly inside the coffin, the body of the Night Mother began to glow faintly and a wispy voice echoed into Silver and Rahks' head Ah poor Cicero, you will never hear my voice, for it is not your destiny. You Nord, however are my chosen, and your friend to stand at your side. You must carry out my task, seek the man who gave you your note, and end the suffering of all brought to those who bare the mark of day. Before you do, let my guardian hear the words he has longed to hear: Darkness Rises, When silence falls. Go my Listener

The coffin doors swung open exposing Silver to Cicero who now looked enraged You... who are you!? What are you doing to the Night Mother explain yourself

[Shadowfax]

Silver swore at the Khajit as he pushed her into the coffin. Once inside, she shifted as far away from the dead body as possible. The stench of rotten flesh filled her nostrils and she had to fight with her stomach as her breakfast began to threaten to come up. You'll pay for his later Rahks.... She thought as the fool entered the room.

For a time he talked to himself.. But then a female voice filled the room... No, not the room. Her head. Silver rubbed her eyes and looked about the darkness. No... The voice was in her head and she was speaking to her. Then she put two and two together, but how on earth was this possible? How could she be the Listener.

Then the doors swung open and she found herself face to face with the fool. For a moment she considered killing him, but Astrid wouldn't thank her for it... Nor the Night Mother.

"Darkness rises... When silence falls" She growled at the half man.

[KingKivuli]

Rahks came out from shadow as Silver spoke. Cicero looked in awe up at Silver What....those words...they are written down in scriptures through time.. could it be, yes YES it can be! The Night Mother has returned! And she has chosen her Listener! Dear Listener please obey the Mothers commands, she will never guide you wrong just as she has never guided sweets Cicero wrong

Rahks came up beside Silver Seems I wasn't the only one hearing voices, and that phrase 'The suffering brought by those who bare the mark of the sun'. She knows of the Legion, whatever her task is we have to follow it

[Shadowfax]

Silver placed a hand on her head as if checking to see if she wasn't dreaming. She let her hand fall before looking at Rahks.

"She does...." Silver said distantly.

Being a Listener was probably the worst thing that could happen to Silver right now. She wanted to go home.. To be rid of this group and away from it. For a fleeting moment she considered running, but Astrid was the reason she was here and she had to let go of the longing she had for her family. She straightened up.

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[KingKivuli]

Rahks watched Silver closely, he could easy see his friends concern and placed his hand on her shoulder We will sort this Silver, there will be a reason she picked you over others, from history she has always picked her Listener for a reason. I just hope, the Brotherhood will heed her words as well

[Shadowfax]

I can't be the listener! I will not! I can't! She wanted to shout at Rahks, but she managed to calm herself down a little. Losing it in-front of Cicero wouldn't be a wise move. She relaxed a little and looked over at the corpse for a moment.

"Why me...." She whispered so it was barely audioable, as if trying to talk to the Night Mother.

When she looked up, Astrid had barged her way into the room for she heard Cicero yelling. Her expression was fiery and she looked dangerous in this light.

"The hell is going on fool?!" She demanded fighting every instinct to slit the fools throat.