Author's Note: I do not own Sheogorath. Nor do I own Oblivion. But I wish I did. I also spelled Sheogorath wrong. But I am too lazy to correct my spelling. So yep.
Chapter 2: The Court Enchanter
"THREE DAYS?!?!?" said Sheogorath in a furious tone. The enchanter had said the staff needed three days to be fully enchanted so it would be able to work to its full potential.
"I….I am sorry milord, it's just…just that in order to have" The Enchanter was about to wet his pants. The Enchanter had always feared Daedric Lords, especially this one. And unfortunately, he was the strongest Enchanter in the Shivering Isles. "…have the staff work into its full potential, you must give it three days in order for the full enchantment to sink in." The Enchanter was very, very scared of Lord Sheogorath. Mainly because the guy was a freaking nut.
Sheogorath was about to turn the enchanter inside out when all of a sudden he thought of the best idea since the staff of Wabbajack. Sheogorath smiled his usual insane smile. Took a cup of Ale, and drank it down in one gulp. "You…..what's your name lad?" asked Sheogorath calmly. Surprised by Sheogorath's calmness, the enchanter answered the question. "My…my name is Surendale…..milord." Surendale bowed before Sheogorath. "Ah, what a fine name lad. I have a job proposition for ye. How would you like it if you became the court enchanter? And if you decline you'll be thrown into a pit of mountain lions that I had captured during one of my many famous trips to Tamriel. Whaddya say?"
If Surendale had a choice, he would try and say no in the nicest way as possible. But unfortunately for him, it was either say yes, or be mauled to death by Mountain Lions. "I'll become your Court Enchanter milord." said Surendale. "I am screwed" Surendale thought to himself.
"Wonderful! Wonderful! You have pleased Lord Sheogorath. Now off with ye! And be back here by noon! Or else I'll have you be playing with my ever so playful Mountain Lions!!!!!" then Sheogorath laughed an insane man's laugh.
Surendale walked out of the palace doors. Wishing he had been killed by the Guardian of the Gate of Madness.
