After Mehrunes Dagon was trapped in his own realm, again, Sheogorath sat on a field in Clavicus Vile's realm with Sam, looking at a sunset. "I owe you for busting Dagon's behind a second time." Sam thanked. "No problem, it's what I do best. You know, you could send me a few barrels of your finest wine. I'm planning a party at my place. You can come if you want. I'm inviting the Dragonborn and the Nerevarine too." Sheogorath said. "You know, you're supposed to know stuff but you don't even know the names of the Dragonborn or the Nerevarine. Do you even remember your name, your real name?" Sam asked. "Two-thousand, two-hundred and seventeen years of being a mad god does a number on your head. I do remember my last name being Olo but I can't remember my first name. I remembered it during E3 ten years ago, but forgot." Sheogorath replied.

"It's Bendu Olo. I visited the Imperial Museum, your name's everywhere. Yeah, I go to museums sometimes, I do that a lot. The Dragonborn is Drake Dragon-Bane and the Nerevarine is Nisfar Adlathil, so it won't get awkward at the party." Sam said. "Can we go please? This realm is so relaxing it's making me nervous and paranoid in addition to being a Deadric realm." the Nerevarine complained. "Well, time to go. See you in New Sheoth." said Sheogorath as he stood up. He picks up his picnic basket puts his head inside. "Okay, guys, you can stop now!" Sheogorath exclaimed to chefs in a kitchen within the basket. "Closing time people, clean your stations, put everything back in the fridges and get out of here! I'll see you all tomorrow." a Dunmer chef commanded to other chefs. "Let's go Nev, back to your knockoff Telvanni mushroom!" Sheogorath said as he got into his S.U.V. He drives away and disappears in a purple portal while leaving a trail of fire. "Dude, where's my car?" Sam asked his personal Dremora.

The S.U.V. teleports to a Telvanni-esque mushroom tower inside an old fort, on a small island surrounded by sea. "Welcome to your dump, banana trees everywhere and mycelium in every nook and cranny of the fort. What a great place to live!" Sheogorath said sarcastically as he took off his goggles. "It's what I have left. I stayed the same as the world changed. I could go back but I am being hunted by the Dominion and the Morag Tong." said Nisfar. "The Dominion, Morag Tong? Those guys are as dead as dormice. Dissolved like a body in acid. You can come back, but you'll need a place to stay. You and Dragon Boy are invited to a party in New Sheoth along with anyone you want to bring." Sheogorath said. "I can return? But I don't know anything about today's culture." the Nerevarine said worriedly.

We'll talk over that in New Sheoth. Here, take this. It's an invitation to the party. See you soon!" Sheogorath said as he handed the Nerevarine a sigil stone. He enters his car and disappears again. Sheogorath arrived in Solitude City in front of Proudspire Manor. He leaves his car and put a wrapped sigil stone in a mailbox.

The next morning Drake opens his mailbox, finds the sigil stone, unwraps it to reveal a letter wrapping the stone.

"Dear Dragonborn,

This is an invitation to a party in New Sheoth. You'll know when the party starts when the stone glows and when that happens, say: it's party time! You can bring anyone if you want.

Dearest, Sheogorath" the note read.

Drake goes back in the house and messages Teldryn Sero on his iPear phone. "There's a party that Sheogorath invited me and a +1 to. Should we go?" Drake typed. Later at the party outside New Sheoth Palace many people and Daedra are in attendance and partake in the activities. Sheogorath and the Nerevarine, Nisfar, are sitting at a table near a buffet in front of the House of Mania. "Some party, huh? Haven't seen Dragon Boy yet." Sheogorath said as he poured a glass of wine.

A purple portal appears at the palace entrance, Drake and Teldryn emerges, Drake wearing a grey hoodie and Teldryn in a blue Pyandonean flower shirt and shorts. "Hey, you made it! I was worried that you were gonna miss out on all the fun." Sheogorath greeted. "Hey guys, I'm back with the cocktails. Never had one before." said Sam as he held a tray of cocktails. "Sam, these two are Drake, who you probably know, and his friend, Whatshisface. Guys, this is Sanguine, Daedric Prince of Booze and Pranks." Sheogorath introduced. "So hey, The Nerevarine, Nisfar was his name that Sam told me, wants to stay in Tamriel, so can he crash with you?" Sheogorath asked Drake.

Drake smiled as he and Teldryn took one cocktail each from the tray. "Drake smiled, so it should be fine." Teldryn said. "Who's Drake? Oh yes, the Dragonborn! So, Nisfar can stay with Drake. Don't worry, I'll book some plane tickets for Nisfar and give him some stuff like money and clothes from my disguise box." Sheogorath explained. "What's a plane ticket?" Nisfar asked. "Nevermind that. Don't you live in a mushroom? Tell us how that happened." said Sheogorath as he sipped his cocktail. "Well, it all started with this dragon…" Nisfar explained.

A few hours later they all end up drunk around the table. "And that's why I have a flock of cliff racers!" Nisfar drunkenly yelled before dropping his head on the table. "That was amazing. Who knew that Akavir people were living underground? Well, I think it's time to go home, Sam." said Sheogorath as he faced Sam who was floating in the fountain face down. "Dervenin!" Sheogorath summoned. Later he and Dervenin return everyone to their homes by themselves. They send Nisfar last and left him an envelope, a jacket, a brochure, and a history book on a table in his bedroom.

To be continued…