Summary: Immortality is such a novel concept...Except when you're faced with it in a monstrous form.
Featured Character: Oromis
~II.~
Any Altmer skilled in the arcane usually expected to live for over a thousand years and beyond that. He had always thought that he would be one of those Elves who prolonged their life for centuries through the use and study of magic, only to discover some great or terrible thing in his final decades, where he'd likely be driven to the grave by his action's consequences.
He had never imagined, or actually wanted, this.
There were texts, old, withered, and convoluted deep within the archives of the Arcane University (and he was sure there were others like them in Alinor) that spoke of apotheosis, mantling, and endeavors. After reading the 36 Lessons, he had forgone any niggling interest he might have once had in that area to stick with the texts on magic and the arts of Destruction and spell craft, things that he could understand.
Yet of all the mer and men and beast folk of the world, it was he, not a Psijic nor a Telvanni nor an Archmage, who found himself here. Him, a student of fire and water...here.
Oromis closed his eyes and braced himself against the onslaught of violent convulsions both magical and physical.
Any moment, no, at this very moment, he was doomed to become a madman, the Madman over all madmen. To face down eternity, not from the eyes of a mortal, but from the eyes of a Daedric Lord.
As Sheogorath took over the Altmer's mind, Oromis screamed.