"My Lord Nerevar, my lord, you must awaken…" I heard a voice call out in the night.
"What is it?" I asked, still half asleep, "Why do you wake me at this hour?" it was Caius Cosades, my trusted advisor after he returned from the empire the first time.
"My lord, news hails from Cyrodill. The Crisis has ended. All gates to oblivion and the daedra have vanished from the lands. I have just recalled from the Imperial City to tell you this!"
"The crisis has ended? Tell me of it, what has happened?"
"My lord, The emperor battled Dagon himself in the Temple of the One after having summoned the avatar of Akatosh!"
"Then Martin is no longer with us. What of the champion I have heard so much about?"
"He lives! He also wishes to speak with you in…"
"Where," I said after his hesitation, "Where does he wish me to meet him?"
"He wishes you to meet him in the grand hall in an hour."
"What? How is he going to be here in an hour?"
"Well, I have recently discovered more about him. You know the Shivering Isles my lord?"
"The Madhouse of Sheogorath, yes, I do."
"Well, before the crisis escalated, he traveled there and met with Sheogorath."
"How, the Greymarch should be in effect."
"Well, turns out that Sheogorath made him his champion and he stopped Jyggalag."
"He stopped the daedric prince… Hmm… he would have replaced Sheogorath then." Being Nerevarine has its perks. Having the knowledge of thousands of years of history at your fingertips with a demideity serving you is helpful when interesting events occur. I knew of Sheogorath's change every thousand years. So, this champion is also a daedric lord, as well as the holy crusader… Interesting…dangerous.
"I will be ready Caius. I still have almost an hour."
I arrayed myself with several of my most powerful artifacts. I was quite the collector. However several of my favorite pieces seemed to have disappeared over the past ten years. Now though, I knew where they went to. If the champion was destined to become a daedric lord, then fate itself would have arranged things to make him all the more likely to fulfill that destiny. I placed the wraithguards (jury-rigged and original) on my wrists, several rings underneath granting me magical protecten, enough to dance with a daedric lord for certain, my armor, robes, amulet and shield. Then I took my sword up. This was a personal creation, done after having captured Almalexia's soul. This blade would cut through nearly any enchantment and armor and would steal the victims' health and soul. Soulweaver I called it. A daedric dai-katana as the basic weapon, it was sharp enough to cut the skin of any beast, man, mer or ghost. Especially with how I enchanted it. I was now ready to meet the new Sheogorath.