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Sheogorat's wanderings

The story is dedicated to the game The Elder Scrolls 4: Oblivion Shivering Isles.

Author:
Annixeril (Nix) Dress Sha
The first journey.
Chord Madness.
A long time ago, even before the birth of Tiberius Septim God - Emperor, lived in Cyrodiil a young man named Baptiste. Baptiste was the son of a simple blacksmith and visiting the witch, who immediately after his birth he died. He was beautiful, he was the son of Akatosh, but unfortunately for his beauty was not one of good quality. As his father tried to raise him as a good person, nothing Gilder did not work... It was a curse of his son.
 He lived in the village, in a remote part of Cyrodiil. Baptiste was vain, wanted easy wealth, considered himself above the others and didn't want to be a blacksmith, like his father Gilder. So would have been if he had not come once in the village a strange man in a bright and elegant clothes, he was small in stature, his face was a smile. Always was smiling. Behind him was whispering that he was a rich nobleman. To the question whether it was so he would always answer perhaps, Perhaps I am a nobleman, and even richer than you can imagine..."

- Hey, did you hear the old man Gilder crazy!
 -Don't lie, yesterday I saw him in "Weary traveler," he was perfectly normal.
Let's see, if you don't believe.
The whole hallway in the house Gilder and Batista was filled with people. Those who do not have enough seats on the window panes. And this is what they saw...
Baptiste sat in a corner, head in hands. Near the table sat his father. He had aged twenty years immediately, white hair waves down her shoulders. Eyes were not moving, not even blinking, he looked pointless at one point. It lasted about an hour. Then came the mumbling...
Iron flower, I have to create the iron flower, I will work day and night, night and day, until you have created... IRON FLOWER!!!- cried the old man. Little man, LITTLE MAN prevents me to create iron flower!!! I'll kill him. I'LL KILL HIM!!!- again he cried. And ran away from home. But he managed to grab his son. Baptiste knew that his disgraced father, disgraced in front of all. Perhaps he had something to feel pity, compassion, but he felt only shame. He knew who to blame for this shame - Rich. 
Little rich was sitting in the same tavern as if waiting for him. He finished playing his cane. And looked up at Batista. Cat Crazy eyes. Baptiste shouted, learning, some inner sense of WHO is in front of him. Himself Mad God. 
Sheogorath thought, "This is what you need." 
-Sheogorath, God Of Madness Lord Of Timelessness! "cried Baptiste 
- Good that mortals know me, are aware of your Affairs Baptiste. And wanted to make you a little gift.- Sheogorath smiled benevolently.
Baptiste was flattered. And just wanted to say thankyou, when it twisted in pain. It seemed to him that all his human and remains one shell. The pain, the pain and nothing else. Then the whole world was covered with darkness. The darkness is terrible and not permeable.
After that Batiste opened his eyes or it was not he...
Sheogorath was gone. From somewhere in the depths of his creatures entered the order: "Stand up!". Baptiste already did not own her own body, but only knew what was happening before him. And then his eyes fell on the mirror knows how they found themselves here. From there smiling benevolently looked at him a Little Man, the Rich man, whose wealth is the people's minds, God of Madness Lord of Timelessness, Prince of Daedra Sheogorath.
Look in the mirror maybe he lurks in You? 

Epilogue
Once Lord Sheogorath asked why he Blessed Gilder and devastated Batista made him a Vessel for his travels.
 Sheogorath replied: "Father, I brought to mind because he was too boring, boring, boring, ENDLESSLY BORING, and the son because of his vanity he thought he was equal Deirdre is a fool... And besides, I needed a Vessel for his travels, when I didn't want to be recognized."

 

Let there be blagoslovenne Lord Sheogorath, Yes there will be no end to his Madness.

Category: My articles | Added by: SkynetSp (31.07.2015)
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