Private Sheogorath's Blessing

[Rekamennos]

​

​

​

​

Welcome to the Shivering Isles!​

​

The story is based before the Grey March, at a time in the realm where everything was at peace. This was the beginnings of a new creation, perhaps, after Sheogorath finally re-pieced his home back together from having a former fight with himself. In this new reconstruction, he felt that it was necessary to "import" a very experienced sorceress by the name of Relmyna Verenim to do... research on his behalf. But let me tell you, the things he was proud of that she delved in were not some of the most particularly "fathomable" practices of magic. She had quite an interest in the pain and suffering on the human flesh. But of course, being the Mad-God, Sheogorath was drawn to her unusual practices...​

​

"At this moment, which hurts more? Your outsides or your insides?"​

​

...and perhaps he was drawn to them so because she had no restraint. Relmyna was proud of her research, and she was a curious one at that, going beyond what normal mages deemed fit in order to make progress through magic that most could not do. At least without being as bold as she. And because of her boldness, her confidence, her ambition...Sheogorath had to have her as a part of his royal court. Over time, she grew to her position, and Sheogorath granted her a ruin by the name of Xaselm to where she could study in peace. Here, she progressed even quicker, and eventually she made one of the realm's most important defenses against outside intrusions into New Sheoth, and that was, the gatekeeper. Her success in her studies only grew, and with that success and benefit in Lord Sheogorath's favor, so did his opinion of the beautiful Relmyna...​

​

​

​

...as did Relmyna's interest grow in Lord Sheogorath. Their relationship, primarily, was that of business. But behind the scenes, a few nights at a time, the Lord would sneak away to meet his "deliciously demented sorceress" into Xaselm where they would spend time alone...getting to know each other on a more personal level. Then, by chance, as chance is something that comes naturally in the Shivering Isles, Vilvenus Verenim was born. She was not to be known as Lord Sheogorath's predecessor, for he would never leave his throne. Plus, she was technically not even supposed to happen. But as the merciful Lord he was, Lord Sheogorath did not see his "lovechild" with Relmyna put to the sword. No, instead he took her in as a part of his court as well, hoping that over time, she would come to a great position amongst his court. Something he could be secretly proud of in a daughter he is not supposed to have...​

​

​

​

Vilvenus had a sister, named Eileta(who isn't story relavent at all, but is brought up for understanding), who followed after her (two years to be exact birthwise) when she was born. But, the relationship with her mother and father-god didn't work out any further than her birth since it wasn't meant to in the first place. So, her sister was only half-blood. Both of Relmyna's daughters grew up to be like her in only some ways. Relmyna cared greatly for her gatekeeper and any of the projects she made, despite the cruel practices she did in order to make him, she thought of them as her children. Like her mother's rather large caring heart, and the strong passion she had for the thing she felt greatly about in her life, Vilvenus became very passionate about dancing, singing, painting, and writing. So, because of this result, Lord Sheogorath gave her the title of his personal Harlequin. Day in, and day out, Vilvenus happily served her Father/Lord (which in public and in general all the time because they never spoke of the fact that she was his child whatsoever) coming up with varios types of entertainment. She was a skilled acrobat, so that helped very much in keeping Lord Sheogorath amused to his heart's content. This made him happy, but it just wasn't enough for him, because inwardly despite public notions, he always sought more of his only child (at least to what is known)...​

​

Lord Sheogorath had many positions in his court, speaking of which, another person that held great weight in his favor was Tadave Venom, Sheogorath's personal assassin. Tadave Venom grew up in the streets of crucible, working for pay as an apprentice to Cutter, and venturing often out to the lands of Mania, High Cross, to apprentice for an eccentric alchemist very passionate of their studies to learn as much as he can about the craft. He spent many years devoted to alchemy, quite interested in learning how to specialize in poison making, and in fact was always out in the lands all over Mania and Dementia gathering materials for his appenticeship and independent research. Tadave didn't have a research place of his own, so serving under the eccentric alchemist (by the name of Mirili Ulven) gave him the ability to learn as much as he could. Venom, in fact, was not his original "name extension." He was given "Venom" by during his apprenticeship under Mirili when she watched him put his deadly poisons to the test. He was, by far, the best poison maker known in the Shivering Isles....​

​

Tadave was passionate, just like Vilvenus, but instead of being passionate for the brighter side of life and artistic creativity, his was for the tortured, the demented, and most importantly death. Due to his fame from mastering alchemy, and also his passion for torture, he gain an apprenticeship under the Royal Torturer, Herdir, who worked directly under Lady Syl in the House of Dementia. He served Herdir successfully for many years in his young adulthood, as Vilvenus served her father happily with no thought about it. Eventually, he was granted a request by Lady Syl herself to "quietly dispose of" a few nobles in Crucible that were plotting against her. Since this was an occurrence that happened often, and because of his experience in serving Herdir, Syl had asked him to do this several times and eventually promoted him to the title of "Private Assassin" to where he became paid handsomely for any acts that she needed of him. Sheogorath caught wind of his successes from child, to teen, to adult climbing the ranks in New Sheoth, and he decided to take Tadave into his court for himself. While there were none who found the courage to turn against their Mad-God, on occasion, Tadave would use his abilities for Lord Sheogorath to "quietly settle disputes" among the two cities without having to make a public nuisance with the guards. It was just easier this way, and with Tadave's passion for killing and poisons, he did it quite well.​

​

​

​

Vilvenus and Tadave were the stars of Lord Sheogorath's court, that is, on a secondary level. Meaning which, for years, they obediently served him doing everything he asked, no question about it, and showed the utmost honor, loyalty, and respect. Tadave had nothing but respect and admiration for his Lord, so whatever his wish, it was his honor to carry out the demand. Vilvenus was happy doing what she loved best, dancing and singing and reciting poetry (generally better than Thadon's in her opinion), but she felt Lord Sheogorath quickly becoming tired of her efforts. As ambitious as she was, she tried harder to amuse him, and of course she excelled with the new things that she would come up with. Silently, the Lord tested his daughter for her abilities, for while she may have only had the artistic stamina to please him, he felt from the golden traits that represented Relmyna in her that she could be of more service. Her, and Tadave both, could be of much more use to him.​

​

There are tales of the Shivering Isles that say Sheogorath's people are split down the middle. Meaning, that like Mania and Dementia, the people of his realm embody the two sides of Sheogorath himself. Then, there are other tales that say once in a while that there are occasionally few that share both aspects of his personality as a whole. Even further into that story, they say that those who are one person head to toe that share both aspects of Sheogorath's personality, are in fact, severed by the soul. To truly know what Madness is, legend has told, that the Mad-God himself "blesses" two individuals in a ritual he and his court sorceress, Relmyna, created themselves to bind two entirely opposite individuals that held strong characteristics of both sides of Sheogorath's realm. The ritual is said to be a very painful, arduous process, that takes place in the deepest depths of Xaselm to where nobody could witness. And it is said that this ritual, mostly known as "Sheogorath's Blessing," was the sole reason Sheogorath brought Relmyna to the Shivering Isles in the first place. To make his people, that witness his occasional blessing "brought to life," show the true power of the Mad-God himself. By combining extreme opposites, two highly intelligent and successful creatures of both houses of Madness, and making them one. If they are able to work together to survive, to fully grasp the concept of their bound purpose, they will sore to unimaginable heights in Lord Sheogorath's favor. And they will truly understand Madness at it's core. But, those are just legends of course, except for when it came to Tadave and Vilvenus did such a legend one fragment in the long history of Shivering Isles become truth.​

​

THUS VILVENUS VENOM WAS BORN... ​

And so a new chapter unfolds in the History of the Shivering Isles...​

​

​

(This will be continued into another post for the sake of this first one being so long....DO NOT POST UNTIL AFTER THE BEGINNING STORY IS FINISHED!!!!)​

 

[Rekamennos]

(OOC - Sheogorath's Blessing | Skyrim Forums << The OOC thread)​

​

Sheogorath's intentions were to take the extremes of both of their personalities, and combine them, so that they would conflict in such a way that his own conflicting personality did. This, would be the way that he find that secret pride in his daughter he so wanted, and this would also be the way he would reward Tadave Venom for his loyalty and devotion for all of the years of his service. Vilvenus, and Tadave, were perfect examples of the embodiment of Mania and Dementia, or so Lord Sheogorath thought. And so he would bless them with such complexities that one could never truly comprehend...​

​

Upon present day in our story, Tadave Venom and Vilvenus Venom still remain completely separated, but soon plans would be arranged in order for the "Blessing" to be carried out. As a dutiful sorceress to her Mad-God, Relmyna Verenim would be the one undertaking the ritual of course. And, like any loyal and respectful follower of Lord Sheogorath, she is more than honored to do so as well as proud that he had chosen their "lovechild" to be the experimental test body. The ritual would take place in Xaselm, where her and Tadave would be strapped down to stone surgical tables bound by their hands and feet. In this process, Relmyna would call on the ancient magicks of Madness taught to her by deep research into the Shivering Isles history as well as the Lord himself and speak in the tongues of Madness such words that held great weight over a spell binding process. Through tasks given to her during research of this process by the Mad-God, Relmyna had crafted an enchanted "Soul Ensnaring Dagger" that combined with the ancient tongues of Madness would cut the life source of a physical person's body, trap their soul within the dagger, and as she cut the secondary life source of the second soul it would trap that soul as well. With both souls ensnared by the dagger, and the spell which she would chant, they would fuse together as one during the moment the second soul was trapped into the dagger and quickly replenish the life source of the second body. Which, leaves the prior corpse dead (which in this case was Tadave), and binding the first soul with second soul and making them one. As previously stated, the second body would not be dead, and during the moment Relmyna stabbed directly into that person's heart (which in this case was Vilvenus) there would only be a few seconds of "unconsciousness." In fact, the wound from the stab would be instantly removed once Relmyna felt the two souls combine and fill the body. She would know this by the breath returning to the body, in a short gasp, but full intake to the lungs, and their eyes would shoot open after a few blinks. Relmyna, the first corpse, and the primary body itself would be surrounded in a glowing blue aura indicating the forces of magic at work. The moment the life would return to the body, showing her success in the ritual, she would pull the dagger from their heart and the wound would be healed so fast that the release would not even show any signs of prior injury.​

​

After this ritual, after this world-changing moment in the history of the Shivering Isles and the life of Sheogorath's daughter herself, as well as Tadave Venom, there would be now but Vilvenus Venom. Vilvenus Venom, the artistic entertainer with an obsession for death. Vilvenus Venom, the seasoned assassin for the Mad-God himself with an Acrobat's touch. Vilvenus Venom, the poison alchemist mastermind with a new creative outlet to search beyond structural depths into more innovative ways to stretch their alchemy ability far beyond just "packing quite the punch." Vilvenus Venom indeed. The extreme happy and innocent, and the demented angry and tortured. This, Sheogorath's Blessed coming to a success, he did feel would suit his court well. Plus, what wasn't fun about having a Harlequin to entertain him and an assassin to carry out secret contracts all in one? A Harlequin assassin? Is that plausible? Could it truly work out to their personal benefit, or perhaps was this just the madness in the Mad-God taking over to have such a thing done? How would this affect them, being bound such as this? And for the gender differences? How would daily life as the Innocent and the Demented be simplified?​

​

But upon Present Day In Our Story, the deed still had yet to be presented to Tadave Venom and Vilvenus Verenim by Lord Sheogorath. In fact, in present day, Tadave Venom still had yet to be moved to Sheogorath's Court and still worked under Lady Syl. Lady Syl still had much use of him, since, in prior speakings of the story we have learned that Tadave Venom has much to do to protect Syl's rightful place of office. There were many schemers in Crucible that he needed to weed out, and of course, "dispose of" discretely. As for Vilvenus, she had quite the work to do daily coming up with different skits she could perform for the Mad-God. When she wasn't performing for him, in fact, she spent her time in the House of Mania learning all that she could learn about art by observations of Duke Thadon. Lord Sheogorath himself was of course in his throne room, basking in his "Mad Glory" while dining upon cheese and wine of his favored taste. Relmyna Verenim, and her apprentice Nanette Don, who was a resident of Crucible was working in Xaselm on her research and teaching her apprentice all she could know. Things were quiet for the moment, but soon, Sheogorath would have to see his daughter's use to be of "higher importance."​

​

(STORY SETTING COMPLETE...INTRODUCTION OF VILVENUS COMING AFTERWARDS)​

​

​

​

 

[Rekamennos]

(NOW IN ROLEPLAY)​

It was mid-morning, bright sunny day, and quite warm on the side of Mania where it was present to Vilvenus Verenim (Vil for short) from the Halcyon Conservatory. She was smiling, and clapping, as she watched Duke Thadon dance while reciting one of his latest poems. She watched his moves, admiring his experience in dance, as well as focusing on the "Diadem of Euphoria" he kept on his head at all times. It was a beautiful crown, hat, or whatever this head-purposed item would technically be called. She wondered why he wore it so much, and where he got it from. Perhaps it was a symbol of his Lordship? No, that was why he had a ring of Lordship such as Lady Syl did. But, she hardly spent much time in the House of Dementia. It just wasn't to her tastes...but Duke Thadon, and the House of Mania, represented more than enough of the lifestyle she favored.

She lifted a brow as a few of Thadon's words in his poems contradicted one another, but seeing as that was something that happened quiet often, she never questioned it. Anyone who was anyone knew of his fancy with Greenmote and the like, as well as his abuse of the poison Felldew and his precious Chalice of Reversal. Vilvenus was sitting in a chair in the patio set that Thadon had set near his painting station in the Halcyon Conservatory. Behind him as he danced, the Golden Saints admired inwardly, however they weren't going to admit it and kept serious to their station as they guarded. Vilvenus was one of those that observed, listened, and noticed all things very well.

Examining the tea that she shared with Duke Thadon while enjoying his artistic endeavors, before Haskill would summon her to esntertain Lord Shegorath that is, she made sure the brew she had was not spiked by any of the exotic "herbal delicacies" that Thadon enjoyed. She sniffed the cup, swirled it about in the light to catch glimpse of anything unfamiliar, but was very much swayed into the intoxicating aroma that it provided. So, deeming it worthy of tasting after examination, Vilvenus took the cup to her lips and lightly swallowed for the first taste test. She took a few moments to allow it to stir within her, and then a big smile lit across her pale blue face as it did nothing out of the ordinary. It only tasted as good as it smelled, which pleased her to know, that Thadon valued her wishes to remain innocent and pure as to have Gundlar prepare a pot of tea that was pure itself.

Vilvenus was wearing her traditional royal garb, a harlequin's outfit that was split down the middle in the royal colors of both houses. Her attire was skin tight, a full body suit that had long sleeves and pants, which were accented by matching split color dancing boots and gloves. She also, had a harlequin's headress, to which had several bells hanging off the sides for merry amusement as she walked. She enjoyed the headdress very so, almost in fact, just as much as she enjoyed her private tea parties with Duke Thadon at mid-morning every single day. When it first started, it was something of his request to be pleased and entertained by her creative and talented dancing styles, then it soon came to something the both of them shared each day to entertain each other. Thadon and her were as close as a Duke and a courtier of Lord Sheogorath's court could be, but nonetheless, had quite the time when they had tea. She figured, though, when he were to sit for his glass and relish in conversation with her, he would spike his own glass with a vial of whatever "exotic delicacy" he carried on his person. Vilvenus had even heard him mention a few times or the other, while inebriated, about having a hidden stash of Greenmote hidden under New Sheoth Palace somewhere in secret. Though, however, he said many things of the like that were out there and eccentric, so she was not quite sure for truth.

When Thadon reached his finale in his poem-dance routine, Vilvenus graciously stood up to applaude her Duke for the wonderful entertainment he provided. "Wonderful! Marvelous! And all the alike! You do know how to entertain, your Grace!" She smiled, blinking her ruby red eyes as they sparkled in the bright shivering isles' sun. She then sat back down, watching Thadon walk over to sit at the other chair across from her. "Do tell me, Your Grace, where your inspiration came from for this artistic piece you just presented me with..." She insisted, sipping her tea, as her legs were crossed and she sat tall and proper in her chair giving Duke Thadon a physical expression of her complete attention. As she was very enthused with what he had to say, her mind began to wander to her duties to Lord Sheogorath, and she also wondered to herself as to why he had been rather hard to please lately. She had taken notice of this several times, in fact, wondering if he was testing her ability as his court harlequin to entertain and keep things unexpected, original, and surprising. This worried her, for she did not want to lose her position as his personal harlequin, for she enjoyed pleasing him so. She was ambitious though, and she wouldn't let such a worry get in the way of being determined and creative enough to "wow" him with every chance she could take. In due time, in fact, today she would be able to show him some new skits she had been working on in her spare time. She was excited for the moment.

So many thoughts encompassed her mind, but for the moment, she would focus on the honorable company she so graciously had been given. She admired Duke Thadon for their daily tea sessions, and for his openness to pass on his creativity and artistic capability through their conversations. It was with much of his help that she was able to keep inspired for her daily entertainment routine, and because he would gladly audience for her before she presented to the Mad God, that she was able to get as much practice as she needed in order to do her best. The day was young, and the night would be younger. So much to do, so many people to see, and so much to work on. However, just for the time they shared, she would keep her focus on His Grace. And to enjoy the delicious and luxurious tea he so graciously provided.

 

[meben15]

Thadon, Duke of Mania swayed back and forth, staggering in a sort of elegant way. He was in his lovely palace garden, surrounded by sweet smellin flowers and shrubs. He had just taken his morning dose of Feldew and was starting to feel the effects of his hangover from last nights dose of drugs and achohol wearing off.

With his eyes begining to glase over, Thadon sipped his 'exotic' tea, and looked over to the woman who always joined him during his morning art expression periods. He spoke to Vilvenus, his words begining to take on a slight slur, "Well my dear Vilvenus, I think it is time for me to recite my newest poem to you. I thought of it just last night. No one else has heard it yet so do tell me what you think of it."

The Duke of Mania stood, stumbleing slightly in his delusional haze. He began his poem with the same euphoric smile he always did, and slowly started to sway back in forth, letting his body mimic his state of mind. Thadon was perhaps the only man who could make a inebreated stumble about a garden look elegant and intentional. As he spun, his stumbling turned to light quicksteps and he began to recite his poem, his eyes unfocused. This particular one was about the stars, or fish, he couldn't remeber which.

"Oh the light in the darkened sky of night,
how I swoon at your beauty and might,
as you swim through the waves of the ocean green,
your shining depths relfecting like a cristal,
shimmering scales are the only things to be seen,
back to the night and into the trees."

He continued on with the poem, his mind wandering even as he spoke aloud. Greenmote did amazing things to ones thoughts, Thadon always seemed to be thinking about more than one thing. In one of his wild swooning motions he caught sight of his audience, Vilvenus. She was a good child, as much loyal to madness as any could be. He wished sometimes that she would at least try the joys of Felldew but she refused to try so he didn't presure her. Vil seemed to be the only one who really apreciated his great poems, songs, and paintings.

"Then my shining blade of grass,
back up into the ground at last,
into the sun and over the moon,
then down into the caves and soon
I will have you in my arms,
sweet sorrow and bitter happiness together."

It was a pitty that sheogorath always had her go to entertain him in the afternoons. Thadon would have loved to have Vilvenus around all the time, she was so nice and enthusiastic. Mabye she would be able to take his place once he had left this realm. That would be nice, it would make Thadon happy if he knew who his heir was. But it would never happen, the Duke new that. Sheogorath would make Vil be his Harlequin for all eternity.

"But then the sky will fall to the ground,
in the midst of the splashing,
none will be found,
and everthing will blink out into lightened shadow,
with the brightness of blue blocking your wonderful hue,
and the end of the light,
brought on by the night,
and bring in the day,
cold and grey,
only to have it taken with a cooking fire,
to the sea unending and into the dusk."

Thadon ended his masterpiece with a extravagent twirl as he fell back down into his chair. He grinned manically as Vil appauded his work, complimenting him. Thadon loved compliments. As they sat she asked him of his inspiration for the piece and Thadon smiled, "Oh my dear, just last night I was painting, the hevens swirling about me, and It came to me. I saw them swimming and flying and digging. The stars. Or maybe it was the flowers." Thadon giggled in a very silly way, something he did often in the midst of his inebreated state, "Who knows maybe it was both, or none. I think it may have been one!" He took a long swig of his tea, looking to Vilvenus for her response to his statment.

 

[Rekamennos]

"Your words precede me, your Grace; I have yet to full comprehend the depths to which your artistic stamina transpires..." Vilvenus trailed off, allowing his poem to flow through her thoughts, and she sipped another bit of the luxurious tea. "Indeed, I must say that the words you recited held true to the beauty of the Isles...which is really all that matters despite or be one way or the other." She giggled, enjoying his company as well as his silly high. She never minded, for most people in the Isles were as eccentric as he, but none as fun to be around.

"I wonder when Haskill will be on his way to summon me to Lord Sheogorath..." Vilvenus sighed, sipping her tea once more, and then setting the cup down as her ruby red eyes fell upon the Duke. She held a smile, always a smile, and always genuine. She never had any reason to be upset, and even when she did, she always found a way to see the brighter side of life. But then again Vil was an innocent, and when innocence is expressed, she was extremely so. By that, in meaning, Vilvenus Verenim had never slept with anyone, had always lived on the Mania side of New Sheoth seeking always the positive side of life, and she had never done drugs or drank. Plus nothing traumatic had ever happened to her in her life, well, besides watching her mother's research...but that was something she left behind her long ago. She hardly ever visited Xaselm, which she didn't find her mother minding much because she saw her every once in a while. She never had time to leave the palace, really, she was always on call for Lord Sheogorath.

"Do you think it would be possible for me to switch houses, your Grace? Or do you think Lord Sheogorath would find that insulting, oh please your Grace, pardon me for saying what I have said..." Vilvenus bit her tongue after her inner thoughts were spoken out of context. She worried, but in her gut, she knew there wasn't much to worry about since he was inebriated and she had no chance of her wish being fulfilled. She was Sheogorath's daugter, and while of course Duke Thadon, nor anyone else besides Relmyna and Lord Sheogorath had knowledge of that fact, she knew all too well that would be the underlying reason for her permanent position in his court. But, if she were to ever be a part of the House of Mania...why she could write, dance, sing, and paint with Thadon all day long! What a dream...

 

[Mini Mongo]

Lord Sheogorath, the Daedric Prince of Madness, Madgod of the Shivering Isles and man of the demented and maniacs alike sat on his mighty throne.
He was enjoying the lovely taste of both cheese and wine alike, and had asked that he had a secret ingredient placed into his wine.
When he took a sip of his wine his senses dulled, and he began to feel almost as if nothing mattered.
It was obvious what ingredient had been placed into his drink, a mortal overdose of Greenmote and a large amount of Felldew had been put into his drink...........and it was strangely satisfying.
Perhaps his maniac side of life was coming out, after all it was clear the Duke of Mania, Thadon had placed these bizarre yet amazing drugs into Sheogorath's drink.
But something was wrong, he missed his daughter, and missed the pleasure she gave Sheogorath with are skills as a Harlequin.
Sheogorath never made favorites though, she was a maniac, yet she hated the demented, which never had truly settled on Sheogorath, though she had never said she entirely hated them.
She was a great daughter, but Sheogorath had been displeased in her recent attempts of acts.

''Haskill!!!!! Get my da.............get my Harlequin Vilvenus here, I wish to indulge in her acts! If she can manage to please me that is! Hahahhahahaha!'' Sheogorath said in a mixed amount of tones, as he let out a mighty loud laugh at the end of his sentence.
Haskill did so immediately as he walked into the House of Mania, making his way to the Duke Thadon.
''Your Grace, Lord Sheogorath wishes for his Harlequin Vilvenus to please him. Excuse me.'' Haskill said dully as he gestured towards Vilvenus.
Sheogorath was still indulging in the pleasures of his food at the moment, eating the food and drinking the wine in heavy amounts, it truly showed the madness of Sheogorath.
If Duke Thadon had overdosed a mortal as much as he did Sheogorath's wine he would of killed them, but Sheogorath was of course a Daedra, and a Daedra Prince at that, and so to him it was merely a interesting wine.
Sanguine, the Prince of Debauchery had the truly dangerous wines and Ales, able to definitely knock out a Prince, such was proved when Molag Bal had one to many of his wines.
Sheogorath then stood from his throne, wiping his mouth with a napkin and then took one more sip of the wine.

He now patiently awaited his Daughter, and faithful Harlequin.

 

[Rekamennos]

"And right on cue," Vilvenus sighed as she looked to Duke Thadon, with which, she nodded as she lifted up from her chair and headed off with Haskill. She was right behind him following a few feet away they proceeded into the House of Mania. Vilvenus looked upon the throne of Duke Thadon's, the bright colors that decorated his throne room, and then of course the decadent feasting table.

It took a few moments, but soon they made close to the wooden door aligned by two Golden Saints which lead into Lord Sheogorath's Court. She swallowed, a nervous feeling setting in her stomach, and then she proceeded through the door frame. Haskill returned to his place standing by the Lord's side as he proceeded down the steps. Vilvenus admired the split colored royal carpet that lead up to Lord Sheogorath's throne. She looked up above his throne and smiled to the large tree that powered the Font of Madness. Soon, her gaze fell upon her father as she cascaded down the steps and proceeded close to his throne.

"What shall I perform for you today my Lord?" She asked, bowing respectfully, making no regards to the fact that they were related whatsoever. "Shall it be dancing? Singing? A poem, perhaps?"

 

[A.Auditore]

They are after me always watching always plotting against me but who? Who would dare plot against the Duchess of Dementia? Who I say? They are watching… they call me Paranoid but of course I have to be paranoid I am always watching my back looking over my shoulder… I can’t trust no one not now not ever… ill never trust them no matter what they say… they are watching me always… I can have them killed but they are one step ahead of me with another one in line ready to take me out waiting for the right moment ah but that is what they will be expecting is me coming after them little do they know I have my own surprise

She quietly thought to herself an evil grin swept across her face, as she sat in her throne room on the side of Dementia, the main chamber of the house is oval-shaped with an high ceiling and architecture to exemplify her power, the room covered in tapestries and carpets in the color that match her guards the Dark Seducers. The chamber is separated off into wings, the house of dementia, her quarters and her private gardens.

Syl sitting straight up in her throne she started to look around, paranoid as usual she called out to her private assassin adjusting her dress and pushing an stray hairs down “Tadave come here at once I have a task I want you to do for me!”

 

[The_Madgod]

Tadave Venom stood over a weapon rack, polishing his favorite ebony blade, Nightfall. He rarely ever used it, considering his line of work, but it was a family heirloom. Suddenly, a loud voice echoed through the halls of the capitol of the Crucible, the more demented half of New Sheoth. “Tadave come here at once I have a task I want you to do for me!”, cackled Lady Syl, Duchess of the Crucible and employer of Tadave. The assassin sighed, then placed Nightfall back onto the plaque hanging above his weapon rack. He threw his rag onto his blood-red master bed and opened the black mohagany door of his quarters.

Outside was a hallway lined with the rooms of some of the few people Lady Syl trusted. It was lit by the dull glow of some black torches, enchanted so that they would never stop glowing. Tadave was called to the aid of his Lady nearly once a day, at least. It seemed like she always needed some "conspirator" murdered, and the only man she trusted with the job was Tadave. Sometimes he thought of it more as a curse than a blessing. His black boots make clacking sounds on the stone floor as he ran towards the throne room, not wanting to dissapoint Lady Syl.

As he rounded a corner, he bumped into Herdir, Syls personal torturer. The man dropped a plate covered in all kinds of deadly torture equipment, which noisly clattered to the floor, splashing blood and an Argonian hand all voer the masonry. Tadave mumbled a quick apology, then ran off towards the throne room. He entered the garden, a deadly place filled with many poisonous and dangerous plants. On some days Tadave could spend hours studying them all, but now was not the time. He raced past there and opened the doors to the throne room, panting. He liesurely approached the throne, tired of all his running. The seats next to Syl were empty, something that was not seen very commonly. He bowed down on one knee and said, "Lady Syl. How may I be of service?" He looked up into her eyes, trying to appear as eager as possible for his fifth murder in the last two days.

 

[A.Auditore]

She sighed and looked at him with almost a disgusted look thank the divines I can trust him she stood from her throne and walked over towards him “My dear assassin I feel that someone out there is conspirator against me seek them out, bring them here, so that I may punish them” she said as she waved and flicked her hand at him “Be gone” she turned, quickly that there was a slight flutter of her dress swirling around her ankles, leaving the throne room she headed toward her private gardens, a place she felt safe.

She walked around her garden taking note of the plant life that resided in it fungus stalks, blister pods and swamp tentacles just to name a few, no one ever came to garden but her not even her dark seducers ever enter, she started to wonder if that was such a good idea or safe one, paranoia settling in she started to think whether or not she should just lock herself in her room, she started to pace back and forth in her garden making a imprint in the ground where she paced

 

[meben15]

Thadon sat drinking his tea and smiling dazedly at Vil's various comments. He sighed slightly when she mentioned Sheogorath summoning her soon. Thadon didn't really have much of a choice in the matter when the Lord of Madness wished to be entertained by his good friend, but that didn't mean he liked her leaving him so early in the morning, why it was only just after second breakfast!

As they sat in companionable silence Thadon daydreamed of the possibility that maybe Sheogorath would tire of Vilvenus's acts and that he would allow her to stay in his court all day. That would truly be wonderful, he would not have to put up with his steward and cooks fake applause at his great masterpieces. Vil apreciated them for the amazing pieces that they were.

Oddly enough, just as Thadon was thinking these things, Vilvenus spoke aloud to him the same thing, "Do you think it would be possible for me to switch houses, your Grace? Or do you think Lord Sheogorath would find that insulting, oh please your Grace, pardon me for saying what I have said..." Thadon smiled placidly at her question, "Oh don't worry Vil, I have often thought you to be more appropriate soley for my court. I don't think Sheogorath agrees with me however so we are unfortunately stuck with only this wonderful time..." He trailed off as Haskill, the Lord of Madness's personal steward came into the garden, looking as stuffed up as always.

''Your Grace, Lord Sheogorath wishes for his Harlequin Vilvenus to please him. Excuse me.'' Thadon sighed quietly, trying to hide his brief lapse from complete contentment. "Oh... yes. Goodbye Vilvenus, my dear. See you tomorrow." As the harlequin and the steward left the garden Thadon sunk deep into his drug induced hallucinations, simply sitting and murmuring to himself for a while.

After about an hour the Duke of Mania decided it was time for his brunch. He stood from his seat in the garden, pausing to drink from the chalice of reversal and dispel the deadly effects that felldew eventually had on a person. Thadon wandered into his throne room, and called to Wide-eyes, "Oh Wide-eyes, fetch Gundlar please and tell him I am ready for my brunch."

The argonian woman nodded multiple times to him, "Yes Lord Thadon, right away," setting off at a brisque pace to find the lead cook. Thadon sat down in his wonderfully carved golden throne, waiting patienly for his meal. After a few minutes serving girls came out, bearing the great heavy platters bearing all of the great foods of the realm. Todays special dish was a lovely roast from some cow-like animal, sauteed in baliwog slime and spiced up a bit with flamestalk powder, greenmote, and a little bit of distilled moonsugar. Thadon ooed and aahed as he ate the delicious meal as he always did, in a state of utter contentment for the time beign.

 

[The_Madgod]

“My dear assassin I feel that someone out there is conspirator against me seek them out, bring them here, so that I may punish them.”, said Lady Syl in response to Tadave. She then flicked her wrist and rudely said, “Be gone.” The Dunmer man kept his head bowed low as Syl left the room, heading for her private garden. Venom stood up, puzzled. "She tells me to hunt down a conspirator with absolutely no leads? Madness! Well, this is the realm of the Madgod...", mumbled the man to himself as he approached the gates. "Maybe I'll just kill some random beggar and tell Lady Syl they were a conspirator. After all, we never have a shortage of them here in the Crucible." He pushed the great doors of Syl's palace open and breathed in the dank, musty air of the more demented half of New Sheoth. Outside there was an old man sitting in a decomposing old wooden cart pulled by a sick donkey who could barely stand, a woman in the middle of a seizure of some sort and a Dark Seducer laughing at their plights. Tadave walked down the street, oblivious to all of them. The dark, mortar stones on the street crumbled as Venoms boot touched them. The walls of all the buildings were decaying and moldy, showing signs of extreme disrepair. But, this was normal in the Crucible. Nothing was happening on the streets which Tadave silently walked, until a rather cheery individual rounded a corner. He appeared to be a Breton, covered from head to toe in colorful, stupid garb. His boots were a rainbow of colors, long with an upwards-curving toe area, a bell hanging from the tip. He wore extremely short pants, colored a deep blue. He wore a simple roughspun tunic, except instead of the usual brownish color, it was alternating red and white. Upon the mans head was a jesters hat, except instead of the traditional red it was yellow and green, and instead of the traditional one bell, it had seven. In one hand was a bottle of wine, and in the other was a lute upon which all the wrong strings were being plucked to the tune of "Ragnar the Red". The man danced down the street, obviously in a drunken stupor. "Manians...", muttered Tadave. Then, he was struck with genius. Lady Syl would easily be swayed into believing one of the crazy Blissites was a conspirator! Tadave apporached the man, who was laughing raucously. "How's the weather, fri- Gahk!" The Breton was asking Venom about the weather when a blade silently entered his throat. He tried to laugh at his assassin, but all that came out was a gurgle, followed by a lot of blood. He fell to the ground, a look of elation still on his face. "Manians...", murmured Venom, repeating what he said said earlier.


(Sorry for lack of paragraphing , it's glitching up.)

 

[Uther Pundragon]

Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound of wood upon stone echoed throughout the street. A dragging noise followed each tap and the sounds only grew shorter and louder with each passing moment. Something, or someone, was hurriedly approaching.

“Yesss! Yesss! Nononononono! What? Yesss! Ssshut up. I sssaid I'm coming. Nononono! Yesss!”

An elderly Argonian adorned in jewelry composed of bones, and wearing little more than a loincloth made of skin, stumbled into the area making a beeline straight for the freshly slain corpse. As he passed the nearby Dunmer, he stuck out his staff and waved it in his face, before stopping and kneeling next to the corpse.

“Hmmmmm... I sssee. I sssee. Ssstop talking ssso fassst! Were you drinking?! What. Where? Nonononono I couldn't. Maybe. Yesss. Yesss. I sssaid yesss already!”

The Argonian set his staff aside and crawled to where the bottle of wine had rolled to, scooped it up, and began to drink from it. It didn't take him long to finish what wine was left inside it. So now done he crawled his way back toward the corpse and placed his hands upon the lifeless body.

“What? Yesss. Didn't asssk me what? Ohohohohoh. I sssee. Yesss. Nnonononono. Of courssse. Ssshut up! Fine.”

The elder Argonian picked his staff up and swung it toward the Dunmer who still stood off to the side. As he did so he began to rattle the bone necklace that he wore, chanting under his breath.

“You! Yesss you! Thisss man sssaysss you did him harm and that I mussst punisssh you! He asssksss me and he refusssesss to ssshut up about it! So I mussst do asss he-ohohohohoh! A lute! Oh how I alwaysss wanted a lute!”

He tossed his staff to the side, striking the corpse with it as he did, and crawled his way toward the the item he sought. Once there he picked it up, curled his tail to sit upon, and began to pluck away at the strings. He sat and played, merrily content as if all was right in the world.

 

[Rekamennos]

(ooc: This will not be further continued. Sorry for the inconvenience. Perhaps on a later date.)