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Location:New Sheoth
Spirit of the Daedra

How you should know us.


We do not die. We do not fear death.
Destroy the Body, and the Animus is cast into the Darkness. But the Animus returns.
But we are not all brave.
We feel pain, and fear it. We feel shame, and fear it. We feel loss, and fear it. We hate the Darkness, and fear it.
The Scamps have small thoughts, and cannot fear greatly.
The Vermai have no thoughts, and cannot fear.
The Dremora have deep thoughts, and must master fear to overcome it.


We are not born, we have not fathers and mothers, yet we have kin and clans.
The clan-form is strong. It shapes body and thought.
In the clan-form is strength and purpose.


We serve by choice. We serve the strong, so that their strength might shield us.
Clans serve by long practice, but practice may change.
Dremora have long served Dagon, but not always so.
Practice is secure when the oath-bonds are secure, and trust is shared.
When oath-bonds are weak, there is pain, and shame, and loss, and Darkness, and great fear.


Perhaps you find Scamps comic, and Vermai brutish.
How then do you imagine we view you humans?
You are the Prey, we are the Huntsmen.
The Scamps are the Hounds, the Vermai the Beaters.
Your flesh is sweet, and the chase is diverting.
As you may sometimes praise the fox or hare, admiring its cunning and speed, and lamenting as the hounds tear its flesh, so do we sometimes admire our prey, and secretly applaud when it cheats our snares or eludes pursuit.
But, like all worldly thing, you will in time wear, and be used up. You age, grow ugly, weak and foolish. You are always lost, late or soon.
Sometimes, the prey turns upon us and bites. It is a small thing. when wounded or weary, we fly away to restore. Sometimes a precious thing is lost, but that risk makes the chase all the sweeter.


Man is mortal, and doomed to death and failure and loss.
This lies beyond our comprehension - why do you not despair?


Tell you a little about myself? Very well, tiny mortal. I will.

The name's Sheogorath! Daedric Prince of Madness, Inventor of Music, and Fourth Corner of the House of Troubles, if the dull halfwits at the Dunmer Temple are to be believed! Which they're not, if you're talking about anything important. Some say I'm the Sithis-shaped hole that got left behind when they tore out old Lorkhan's heart. (Poor old Uncle Lorky - I always liked him). Others call me the Comforter of Men. And still others say I'm a force of pure unfiltered chaos who is not in any way to be trusted.

For those of you who aren't from my universe and don't know what I'm talking about, allow me to enlighten you. We Daedra are among the original spirits who were there for the shaping of the mortal plane of Nirn. There's two other kinds - the Aedra and the Magne Ge, but we're not gonna talk about them. The important thing is, we were there when the mortal world was created, and we'll be there when it's gone, but we took no part in making it. Much more fun to watch and play with the mortals without having to do any of the work yourself. Look at the Aedra - they gave of themselves to make the world and they're mostly dead now! Not very smart of them.

Now, if you ask someone from my world about me they'll probably toss something over their shoulder and turn around a few times 'cause they think it'll help. The Imperials clutch their hands together and beg the Aedra to make me go away. Oh, but that's never going to happen.

See, if I ever went away, so would everything that's interesting and fun about the mortal world! Imagination! Music! Different ways of thinking! All thought would be linear and all emotion would be fleeting! And madness? Well, even that can be a mercy. A bitter mercy, to be sure, but a mercy nonetheless. Better to be mad than hopelessly despondent, no?

You see, calling me evil just 'cause I like to skip rope with the odd mortal's bowels every now and then is just as big a mistake as calling me good 'cause I teach the world to sing! We Daedra aren't benevolent or malevolent. We just...are. Well, okay, maybe Mehrunes Dagon is a huge jerk, but even he can't be jammed into your little mortal boxes. And why would he? No one likes boxes!

So if you see me 'round the bar, take care to show some respect, whether I'm in my casual wear (which means I want to have fun) or wearing my mask (which means I mean business). Either way you're talking to a god. Make sure you remember that.

Sheogorath is a character from the Elder Scrolls series of games, and is property of Bethesda Softworks. He is being used solely for the purpose of roleplaying in [community profile] milliways_bar and no profit is being made off his use.

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cabbages, cheese, insanity, lettuce, music, the 16 accords of madness, thunderstorms, toying with mortals
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