Welcome to my first Elder Scrolls story feat Sheogorath! He finally has his own story after his interruption in Timestar's Legacy. Hope you like!
Sheogorath broke the long silence in his grand courtroom by yelling at his Altemer champion "Buddy, if you're willing to serve ME, there are no 'breaks' got it?" The mage shrunk back at his tone. "Sir I just need to pop into the guild for a while so they know I'm okay" the mortal said. "Well….alright. But I'm giving you THREE days to return, say your dandy little hellos and return. Got it?" The mage turned to walk out. "Yeah, I got it" the mage said. A pleased smile came upon Sheogorath's face as his champion wandered off…
"HASKILL!" a loud voice rang out, scaring all the guards in the Madgod's palace. At that moment, a man who appeared to be balding appeared at the foot of Sheogorath's throne.
"Is everything okay, mi 'lord?" Haskill asked cheerfully. His master just looked at him plainly.
"I'm BOOOAAARRRDDD Haskill. Bring me a cup of Colovian tea and one of those crazy Nords who always trespass on the Isles" The Prince of Madness said in a sarcastically dainty voice. Confusion settled on Haskill's face.
"Sir the Isles are open to anyone. Even crazy mortals" Haskill corrected.
"But they come when the Isles are NOT in season" Sheogorath retorted. "They litter, they kill my insane beasts I got from Mehrunes Dagon, and they try to become my champions when only a true warrior can become my champion. By the way, where is that pesky mage? It has been a whole week in Nirn"
Haskill shrugged and left. I need to get that guy back somehow. But how do I do that? Hmm.
XX After a Cup of Tea and Skinning a Nord XX
Sheogorath had the perfect plan to get our little champion back. First, he would make a tome that when the spell was cast, I would summon the Madgod himself. Being in Nirn, Sheogorath would cause havoc until we would pretend to almost die. He would tell the Archmage that his champion had summoned him and our friend will have the champion to stop the Greymarch!
"Okay Haskill, get this book to my champion so he can read it and summon yours truly" Sheogorath chortled.
Haskill took the Archmage and locked him in a closet. Taking the form of the beloved wizard, Haskill took the book to the Champion of the Shivering Isles. "Hello Sir. Nice to see you" The Champion said surprised. Haskill handed the book over. "It summons…uh… a troll! Yes a troll to help you fight" Haskill said. "I'm sorry I forget your name mage" The mage was shocked but he spoke. "My names Bunai" The Champion said. "Go to your quarters and try it out" said Haskill.
XX Later XX
"Did you give it to him" Sheogorath asked. "Yes sir. I did" Haskill said. "I think he's using i-" Sheogorath began but he suddenly disappeared. The spell had worked…
"Where's the troll" Bunai asked his roommate. The Argonian shrugged "Who knows? We will never- By the divines" Bunai whipped around and saw Sheogorath. "Surprise my Champion" whispered The Prince of Madness. He then jumped through the roof and started blasting away. Mages ran in and out of buildings screaming.
After about an hour mortal time, Sheogorath pretended to lose all of his magic powers and plummet to the ground. "Let me speak to that mage quick fellas" taunted the Madgod.
"Why did you come here" Bunai asked in a whisper.
"You must stop the Greymarch. You're my champion. Come back to the Isles" Sheogorath pleaded. Bunai thought of it. "I guess I'll come back" he said. At that the Madgod took the mage's hand and teleported away. "You'll find the Archmage in his closet" Haskill said as he dropped the disguise and went back home…
How was that story? A little bit of madness and destruction but nothing serious. Review for a stick of fishies. I still don't get how that works…