Let's Play Skyrim Ep. 20: The Black Sacrament


Uploaded by AquatakatII on 01.12.2011

Transcript:
>> ... that Aventus Aretino is doing the Black Sacrament, trying to summon the Dark Brotherhood?
>> Oh, Grimbah, always with the nonsense. No, no. Of course not. Those are just tales.
>> Fine. Then I'll invite him out to play. He lives right there. I'll just go and knock
on his door.
>> No, child. Wait. That boy, that house, they are cursed.
>> Ha. Then I'm right. I knew it! He's trying to have somebody killed!
>> Alright. I won't deny it, child. What you heard is true.
But Aventus Aretino walks a dark path, his actions can lead only to ruin.
Now, enough. We will speak no more of this. I am the only friend you need.
>> I'm sorry to eavesdrop.
>> I try to keep Grimbah safe, but these are dangerous times.
>> Did I hear you say something about a cursed child?
>> Yes. It is quite sad. A young boy, Aventus Aretino, lost his mother recently and was
sent to an orphanage but he has returned home and people have heard strange chanting. They
say it's the Black Sacrament, the ritual to contact the Dark Brotherhood. Why a little
boy would want to contact a group of murderers is beyond me, but he is inviting evil into
the city. Safe travels.
>> Welcome back, Internet people. My name is Ryan. We're playing Skyrim.
I think I'm going to try and break into this child's house.
That's not creepy at all.
>> So... very tired...
Sweet mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me for the sins of the unworthy must
be baptised in blood and fear.
So... very tired...
Die, Grelod, die!
Finally! My prayers have been answered!
>> No, I don't think they have. Are you alright?
>> It worked! I knew you'd come! I just knew it!
I did the Black Sacrament over and over again with the body and the things and then you
came, an assassin from the Dark Brotherhood!
>> I'm sorry, boy but I'm not who you think I am.
>> Of course you are! I prayed and you came and now you'll accept my contract!
>> What contract?
>> My mother, she... she died. I'm all alone now. So they sent me to that terrible orphanage
in Riften, Honorhall. The head mistress is an evil, cruel woman. They call her Grelod
the Kind, but she's not kind. She's terrible to all of us. So I ran away and came home
and performed the Black Sacrament. Now you're here and you could kill Grelod the Kind!
>> Really?
>> Sorry, to be honest, I'm kind of lonely here. As much as I hated getting sent to Honorhall,
I really miss my friends there.
Please don't kill Constance Michel. She really is kind.
>> Are you sure about this? Murdering this woman?
>> I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life.
Someone like Grelod doesn't deserve to live one more day. She's a monster.
>> Tell me about your mother. What happened?
>> She got sick last winter when the snows came and she just... she never got better.
Not all year. One night she fell asleep and never woke up. So now I'm all alone and the
Jarl said I have to go into Honorhall Oprhanage. It's not fair!
Please hurry. To be honest, I'm kind of lonely here. As much as I hated getting sent to Honorhall,
I really miss my friends there.
>> Well I guess we got to go kill this old woman, then.
That's just obviously what we got to do.
There's a letter on his floor tell him he's going to go reside in the orphanage.
You know, it couldn't hurt to go to Riften and just see
what's going on over there.
See if she really is as cruel as this child
claims.
New Gnisis Cornerclub? I love cornerclubs. I wonder if he's got a bed.
>> I thought the Grey Quarter would be a haven for my kind! I was wrong.
>> Oh, you. I fucking hate you. Oh my god.
>> Welcome, brother. Please, enjoy yourself.
>> Why are there so many dark elves here?
>> Where else would we be? When the Red Mountain burned, you could scarcely breathe in Morrowind,
so we came west. Windhelm was the first city on that road, and here we are. If we'd known
the Nords would be so unwelcoming, we may have kept walking.
>> Doesn't appear that you have beds, though.
>> If you need another drink, I'll be right here.
>> I'm sure you will.
It's kind a dump, this place.
Candlehearth Hall?
I'll give it a go.
>> This place is a lot cleaner than that dump in the dark elf place.
>> ... been a wreck since her sister was killed.
>> [singing] ... I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes.
>> Hi. >> Another dark elf. Just what Windhelm needs.
>> Really? You're going to pull the race card?
I'd like to rent a room from you, please.
>> Sure thing. It's yours for a day.
>> I'll show you to your room. Right this way.
>> Braun's one of the most savage fighters I've ever seen.
>> [singing] ... for the darkness has past and the legend yet grows...
... the Dragonborns come.
>> Let me know if there's anything else you need.
>> I'm good.
You're quite good with that flute.
>> Yes?
>> What do you do around here?
>> I'm a bard, trained at the bards' college in Solitude. Wanderers like you should think
about applying.
>> Call me captain because I used to be a sailor.
>> You'll have to dig a big hole, throw all them dark elves and Argonians in it and let
them tear themselves to pieces.
>> How come you hate the dark elves so much?
>> They're parasites. They're living in our city under our protection, but what do they
do for us? Nothing. I know the high king invited them here but he didn't ask me or anyone else
first. Maybe he should have.
>> I don't really like your attitude.
>> Don't like it? Too bad. This is our city. Ours! Don't think I can take you? One hundred
Septims say I could punch you back where you came from.
>> You're on.
>> Alright. Fists only. None of that magic stuff either. Let's go.
Come on.
Damn you.
That wasn't a fair swing.
>> What do you mean it wasn't a fair swing? You lost. Give me my money.
>> Yeah. Here.
Good to see you again, friend.
>> Oh, now he likes me. >> Get out of my face.
>> Oh, now he hates me. He has no idea what he likes. Only that he doesn't like dark elves.
Not in the slightest.
This corner of the city looks a little less shitty than the rest of it.
Clan houses. Are they all clan houses?
I bet they are.
Yes.
>> ... If not, let me know. I might have it stored away.
I like to share my good fortune with those who deserve it.
>> What have you got for sale?
>> Trinkets, odds and ends, that sort of thing.
>> I think found a place I can make potions.
>> I'll be fine.
>> Master, you're far too old for this sort of journey. We don't know what's inside.
>> I'll... I can... [coughing] Just...
>> You see? You're not well. Have a seat and I'll fetch you some tonic.
>> Oh, if there was a tonic that could help me, I would have found it by now.
>> Hi.
>> I'm so close to the answer!
>> What were you arguing about?
>> Just a man's life work is all. I finally derived the location of the White Phial but
this doding busybody won't let me get it!
>> If you tell me where it is I can get it for you.
>> You would do that? It's good to know there are some people out there who are willing
to help an old man. It's buried with its maker, Kuramil, in long forsaken cave to the west
of here. Kuramil was a crafty one, even in death. You would need the skills of a master
alchemist to reach his resting place. Luckily for you, I've already made the mixture. Here.
Take it. Please, [coughs], don't dally. I've wasted enough time arguing with my useless
assistant here.
>> What is the White Phial?
>> A legendary bottle, forged in the days when Skyrim was just starting its turn to
ice. A small container, made of the magically infused snow that first fell on the throat
of the world. It is said that the phial will replenish whatever fluid is placed inside
of it. For an alchemist like myself, it is the most pure expression of my art. To create
from nothingness is... poetry.
Why are you still standing around here? Go get me the phial, you fool!
>> Oh, calm down.
>> I'm sorry to always be so hard on you, boy. I just worry I don't have much time left.
>> I know, master. Don't say such things. There is always time.
>> Don't be so sure. Now, have you finished grinding the dried snowberries?
>> Um, no. Not yet. I'm sorry, I was reading up on the effects of distillation?
>> What? You've been lollygagging in idle reading!?
>> No, I was trying...
>> You! Out of my sight!
>> Looks like I'm never going to get to that Shrine of Azura.
I really want to see it. But like I mean, we got to go kill that orphanage woman. It's
important. A little kid asked us too.
Well I'm walking... to Riften
where that orphanage is.
"We've word a band of Legion soldiers advancing on your position. Reinforcements are on the
way. Talos guard you."
Why would the Legion be killing the Riften guards?
>> Hey. >> Trouble?
>> Um. Not really, no.
>> Sorry. The mine's dry right now.
>> What's wrong with the mine?
>> Phuua. It's full of spiders, that's what's wrong with it!
Almost killed Grodmar and me when they showed up. I'm worried they'll come out of the mine
looking for food soon. Then we're in even bigger trouble.
>> The town guards can't help you?
>> Eh, they're as useless as a fifth wheel on a wagon. Gave me some sort of line about
keeping an eye for enemy soldiers. What's the point in protecting this place if the
mine's completely useless? Idiots.
>> Well, bye.
>> Don't kid yourself. Stone runs in our blood.
>> I imagine it does. Yeah, no. Not going into a spider mine.
There is all sorts of interesting stuff on the way to...
Riften.
>> Welcome to Riften, home of the Thieves Guild, or so they'd have you believe. It's
all lies. They're...
>> Oh, this is Riften.
Well then.
We'll make that an episode, Internet people. Thanks for watching.