Swords flashed here and there, everywhere. Blurs of yellow and a backdrop of red, arms and legs, limbs galore. A constantly morphing shapes, Dragons and Nords. Gods and Princes, maidens and men. All these things were seen by Clavicus as his sobriety spell wore off. He summoned minions and minions and minions, running through New Sheoth. He destroyed a cheese fountain, devoured the arm of a servant girl and accidentally ran Hermaeus Mora through. He laughed as the Prince fell to the ground. "Who knows everything know? Hahaha!", said Clavicus as all of his drinking of the day was intensified due to the aftereffects of the spell. He span around and around, then opened his mouth in awe as he saw a tornado crash into a brown tidal wave. The liquid flooded him, and he realized it was brandy. He swam through it, conjuring up fish made of cake and whales made of cheese, a table with the mind of a crab and a mudcrab the size of Dragonsreach. Then, he blacked out.
Colors flashed everywhere, random colors, all above his eyes, yellows, pinks, purples and greens. He thought, "Is this what a Daedric afterlife is?" Then he realized he was staring up at the skies of Mania. One of his signature yellow Daedra stepped over him, then another, and another. Rubbing his head, he got up to see New Sheoth in shambles. He stood and the world shook. He realized he was still drunk. Then he realized that there was an earthquake. Then he realized both of those things were true. He scrambled up on his feet and immediately fell to the ground, pinning a Daedra. He used it as a pillow and blacked out again.
A tail whacked the patron of bad deals in the face, taking him out of his drunken stupor. Barbas said to him, with a hint of worry, "Umm, Vile? There's something you may want to see." Clavicus sat up and felt the gorund shake again. He saw his minions running forward, obscuring his view. He pushed them to the side with ease and looked through the gap. He noticed a figure crushing his Daedra. He quickly summoned more and stood up, saying with a loud, booming voice, "Who dares wake Clavicus Vile from his... Nap!" He slowly strolled up to the figure, who he saw was in the form of a monk. The pious man laughed and said, "Clavicus Vile, the most foolish of the Daedra! It is I, Arkay, most pious of Aedra, most amazing of men, most awesome of gods, most humble of all!" He turned into a young Imperial, about the age of twenty, and conjured a sword. Clavicus summoned five more minions and said, "You always were a pompous fool, Arkay... Why don't you take on the aspect of birth, god of the life cycle? Much more challenging to fight as." He laughed and donned his Masque, forgetting that it didn't affect Et'Ada.
Clavicus summoned a constant stream of minions from atop the colorful little hill, all the whiule speaking to Barbas. "I tell you, this is a mountain!", he said. Barbas replied, saying, "This is a hill. It is a small area surrounded by inclines with a rounded top. The literal definition of a hill." "Why isn't the mask working!", said Clavicus, his statement shortly followed by a string of swears. He channeled his irate mood into a spell that would negate Arkays powers. He summoned glowing palls with the color of vomit in both his hnds and brought them together, then charged it for a minute or two, all the while still arguing with Barbas. Finally, it was ready. He shot the glowing ball of energy at Arkay, who was busy destroying wave after wave of Viles minions. He stuck out an arm and deflected the spell, saying, "Enough of these games! Come and fight me!" He took the form of a giant Nord and summoned a warhammer, then laughed. Clavicus yawned and said, "Really? A mortal form? You are so boring!" He layed down on the ground and liesurely stared up at the colorful sky. Arkay charged, furious at being insulted. He stabbed at the ground that Vile had been laying, causing the god to disintegrate. He turned and saw five more Clavicus's(Clavici?) laying on different parts of the hill. He stabbed at each one, destroying them all. He sat down, panting due to his weak mortal form. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around his nech. He grabbed the arms and pulled the real Clavicus over his head, slamming him on the gorund. Clavicus lay there, looking defeated. Arkay raised his warhammer in triumph and brought it down, only to have the butt whack him in the eye.
Arkay was furious. He summoned his own minions, something he would rarely do, and screamed. He shouted obscenities and began walking his hammer wher ehe had last seen Clavicus. A little Daedra tried to run him through, but disintegrated from the sheer force of his hammer hitting the ground. Needless to say, Clavicus was already halfway back to New Sheoth.
