Rejoice! And let the rotten produce rain, for another drabble doth come to pass! Sponsors include the Supply Room, Mana, purveyors of Monteiths beer and tasty tapas, especially on a Sunday when one cannot stand being at home or even in one's home town and must, as little Alex would say, out out out out out. Thanks to recent browsing, this fell out of my pen. Literally. I didn't take my netbook with me.
"OUT! Except you, Haskill. I need to speak with you privately. I'll even use words this time."
The motley assortment of Golden Saints, Dark Seducers, and lunatics started shuffling ther way out of the Madgod's audience.
"At the count of five, EYEBALL FONDUE!"
One modest stampede later, Sheogorath and Haskill seemed to be alone.
"Right," the apparent Prince of Madness dropped the act, running one hand through his messy black hair - well, the hair he still had. On a whim he had shaved the other side of his head, that livid scar looking almost luminous. Haskill quietly noted that the teenager needed another shave.
"I seem to be getting a summons," Sheogorath growled, eyes flashing emerald with anger, "and it's from somewhen else."
"Your home world, my lord?"
"I guess so," he shrugged, "and either I can give whoever's doing it a session in Xedilian, which is boring, or I can go explore a strange new world, meet new life and new civilisations, and spread madness where no one has spread madness before!"
Haskill was about to respond when Sheogorath continued.
"Oh, and collect souvenirs. I know you can mind the shop while I'm gone, you certainly did it while the previous 'lord' was indisposed."
Haskill smiled. "I will definitely look forwards to seeing what you collect, 'my' lord," he said in a way that was almost as frightening as his smile.
"Right, time for travelling togs and gear! I think Wabbajack. And some cheese. And cabbages, in case I meet any kings. Unless they like cheese! I'll give you the call if I need to!"
If it was possible, the true Prince of Madness' smile grew even more terrifying. A whole new world, most likely beyond the knowledge of the other daedric Princes. Letting that eleven year old boy into his realm was proving to be a godsend. And, as a god, he should know.
Subsequently, the Triwizard Tournament becomes rather interesting.