Introduction

This will be the first fanfic I've tried to write, so please, any feedback would be nice. I do NOT own the characters or events depicted in this story, they are all owned by Bethesda.

This story will be a crossover between Oblivion and Skyrim, in which the Champion of Cyrodiil, later Sheogorath, the Daedric Prince of Madness, by a strange twist of fate becomes the Dragonborn, and the adventures that follows.

I will try and keep to the lore as faithfully as I can, but some things will change, like how the Dragonborn will be immune to things connected to other Daedric Princes. This means he will not be able to become a werewolf or vampire, since were-creatures belong to Hircine and vampires' belong to Molag Bal. This will change how the Companion storyline plays out, as well as the Dawnguard part. There will be other changes to the different factions and events that happens, based on which faction I joined and which quests I did in Oblivion.

This story will (hopefully) contain adventure, comedy and romance. Now, with the introduction finished, let's get on with the story.

Prologue

Sitting on his throne in the capital of the Shivering Isles, Sheogorath was watching the dance two of his subjects were performing for him for the 143rd time that week (since it's well known that the definition of madness is to do the same thing again and again, expecting different results) when the melancholy hit him.

Signaling to his Chamberlain, Haskill, to clear out the throne-room, Sheogorath sank back in his throne and let his mind wander. He thought back on his days as a mortal, and the events which led up to him becoming a god.

How he, a Nord fleeing from a vengeful Jarl, had been arrested when he had reached the Imperial City and been thrown into jail. How he, by chance, had been put in the one cell from which a hidden passage, used by Emperors to escape the city, had been built, and through which the late Emperor Uriel Septim VII tried to flee when the Mythic Dawn sent its assassins after him and his sons.

How the Emperor had told him he was needed, and when the assassins had them trapped, had given him the Amulet of Kings and told him to deliver it to Jauffre, the Grandmaster of the Blades, and to help him find Martin, the last of the Septim line.

He and Martin had become friends after he saved him from the ruined city of Kvatch, earning the title "Hero of Kvatch" in the progress. Returning to Jauffre, they had found him under attack from the Mythic Dawn and the Amulet of Kings gone.

During the search for the Amulet, he had ended up in control of almost all major factions and the power those held, be it as a Champion of the Fighters Guild, the Arch-Mage of the Mages Guild, the Crusader of the Knights of the Nine or the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood.

When they at last found the Amulet, it was in the hands of Mankar Camoran, the leader of the Mythic Dawn. Having followed Mankar Camoran to his "Paradise", he had killed him and returned with the Amulet to his friend. Together with the Blades, they had traveled to the Imperial City to make Martin the Emperor, and to use the Amulet to end the Oblivion Crisis. But while in the city, and before they could use the Amulet, Mehrunes Dagon himself attacked the city, manifesting in physical form outside the Temple of the One. Fighting their way to the Temple, he and Martin succeeded in entering it. Inside, Martin made the ultimate sacrifice, shattering the Amulet and becoming the Avatar of Akatosh. He was able to defeat Mehrunes Dagon, throwing him back into Oblivion, but lost his life in the process, as once Dagon was gone, he turned into a statue.

For his services, the man who was to become Sheogorath was named the Champion of Cyrodiil. For the next couple of years, he wandered Cyrodiil, looking for a reason to stay, and helping those in need during that time. But one day, he heard a rumor which said that a Oblivion Gate had opened outside the city of Bravil. When he reached the Gate, he found it leading to the Shivering Isles, the Daedric Prince Sheogoraths realm, and that Sheogorath was in need of a champion...

Sheogorath sighed. To think that 200 years had already passed since he stepped through that Gate as a mortal, only to end up a god, and the God of Madness at that!

Suddenly he felt a shift in the fabric of reality, a shift not only affecting the Planes of Oblivion, but Nirn and the worlds beyond the Planes too! He felt it to his very core, something that shouldn't have happened had just happened. Feeling a new arrival on his isles, he immediately made his way to that presence.

In the Fringe, he found a young woman lying on the ground, her spirit slowly fading away. Feeling drawn to the woman, Sheogorath touched her mind and learned who, and what, she was. Her name was Freiya, 16 years old and a child of Skyrim. And the one destined to become the last Dragonborn. But during a trip between Whiterun and Ivarstead, she had been captured by a group of bandits, and had been tortured and abused for weeks before her mind broke and they killed her, sending her crazed spirit to the Shivering Isles, long before she could become the one she was destined to be.

Trying to learn more about her, he searched her mind further back, only to discover a legend told in her family, a legend he knew all to well...

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3E 432

"I'll only be gone for a few moons, Eydis", the young man said to the beautiful young woman next to him. "My father is planing a trip to Cyrodiil, and he wants me to be his guard, so that he can save some gold."

"I know, Fengir, but I fear my Father is planing to have me married to another, so that he can gain more influence over the moot", she answered him.

"If so, my love, let me give you a memory to hold on to while I'm away", Fengir said, taking Eydis in his arms, laying her down and kissing her lovingly. She wrapped her arms around him, and that night, the two of them became one.

When he returned to Whiterun 3 moons later, he was taken by the city guards and brought before the Jarl. The Jarl was furious. Eydis had become pregnant and could therefore no longer be used a a pawn by him to gain more influence. The Jarl ordered the guards to take Fengir out of the city and hang him like a slave, to deny him entrance to Sovngard, into which only those who have died in battle or by a weapon can enter.

When the guard led him out of the city, Fengir had used all of his strength to break free and flee from the guards. He stayed in the wilderness until he was sure he had crossed the border to Cyrodiil, then making his way to the Imperial City, only to learn that the Jarl had made him a wanted man in the entire Empire...

…...

Sheogorath blinked away the tears when he learned what had happened to Eydis. After he fled, she had traveled to Riften, seeking sanctuary from her father in the Temple of Mara. There, she gave birth to a son, which was raised by her and the priests and priestesses of Mara.

When the stories of the Champion of Cyrodiil reached Skyrim, Eydis had known in her heart that the Champion was her lost love. A few years passed, then came the news that the Champion was missing after he had stepped through an Oblivion Gate outside Bravil. The gate had been closed, but the Champion hadn't returned. Eydis mourned her loss, but her and Fengirs son always brought a smile to her face.

In 4E 22, her father, the Jarl of Whiterun died, and a new Jarl was chosen. Eydis decided to return to her childhoods home, bringing with her her son and his wife.

When she returned to Whiterun, the new Jarl first wanted her to live up in Dragonsreach, but she refused, claiming it held to many painful memories. Instead, she asked for a house in which she and her sons family could live, and would be theirs for all time. The Jarl agreed, and gave them a house. Eydis lived in that house until she died in 4E 45. On her deathbed, she told her son and his children the truth about their origin, and her love for a merchants son, named Fengir. She made them promise that never let the house they lived in leave their family.

That house later became known as Breezehome, and Eydis descendants continued to live there to this day, its current inhabitants being Freiyas parents.

Having learned that the young woman was his mortal selfs descendant, Sheogorath lifted her gently from the ground and returned to his palace with her. There, he set about trying to find away to save her dying soul, not only due to her being his family, but also because he knew the prophesy about Alduins return, and the need of a Dragonborn.

For if Alduin were to be allowed to destroy Nirn, the Planes of Oblivion would be next in line, since they were bound to Nirn, the Aedra and the Daedra being originally the same beings until the creation of Nirn divided them.

Days went by without him noticing it, while he time and time again failed to find a way to stop the death of Freiyas soul. It was then he came up with a plan, a plan so insane, that if anyone else, Aedra or Daedra, would try it, they would all fail. But insanity has no bounds, and as the God of Insanity, Sheogorath didn't fear failure. First, he used his daedric powers to remove the Dragonborn part of Freiyas soul, then he split himself in two, one part mostly human and one part mostly daedra. His human half absorbed the Dragonborn essence, while his daedric half gave just enough power to Freiyas soul for it to stabilize. The rest of his powers were split evenly between his human and his daedric half's.

When he was finished, the now two parts of Sheogorath called for Haskill, explaining to him what he planned to do. The human half would return to Nirn, to fulfill the prophesy of the Dragonborn, while the daedric half would stay on the Shivering Isles, stabilizing the realm and Freiyas soul. Once the human half had left the Shivering Isles, he would no longer know what the other half was doing. They would be, for all intents and purposes, be two different entities, instead of two half of one entity.

The human half, from now on called Fengir, donned some leather armour and a sword, before he opened up a portal to a glade not far from the Cyrodillian border to Skyrim. When the portal closed, Fengir took a deep breath and smiled. It felt good to be back o Nirn again. Casting an eye on the sun for orientation, Fengir started walking towards the border. For the first time in 200 years, he was coming home.

So, there you have the back story. I hope you who reads it, like it. Please rate and review. Chapter 1 will, just like the game, begin in Helgen.

I do not know when it will be finished, but I will try to add a new chapter a least every third week.