Sheogorath
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- Name
Location Iron Dagger -
- Quests
- QuestlineQuest
Location Daedric Quests The Mind of Madness -
locations
| Hold | Town | Location |
|---|---|---|
| Haafingar Hold | - | The Mind Of A Madman |
Dialogue
(player): Who were you talking to?
Emperor Pelagius III.
Now surely even you know about Pelagius' decree? On his deathbed - oh, and this was inspired - he forbade... death! That's right! Death! Outlawed!
(player): I'm here to deliver a message.
Reeaaaallllyyyy?
Ooh, ooh, what kind of message? A song? A summons? Wait, I know! A death threat written on the back of an Argonian concubine! Those are my favorite.
Well? Spit it out, mortal. I haven't got an eternity!
Actually... I do. Little joke.
But seriously. What's the message?
Follow-up choices
(player): I was asked to retrieve you from your vacation.
Were you now?
By whom?
Wait! Don't tell me! I want to guess!
Was it Molag? No, no... Little Tim, the toymaker's son? The ghost of King Lysandus? Or was it... Yes! Stanley, that talking grapefruit from Passwall.
Wrong on all accounts, aren't I?
Ha! No matter! Honestly, I don't want to know. Why ruin the surprise?
But more to the point. Do you - tiny, puny, expendable little mortal - actually think you can convince me to leave?
Because that's... crazy. You do realize who you're dealing with here?
Follow-up choices
(player): I'm afraid I don't know, sir.
Wrong!
Actually, you do. Sort of.
I am a part of you, little mortal. I am a shadow in your subconscious, a blemish on your fragile little psyche. You know me. You just don't know it.
Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness. At your service.
Follow-up choices
(player): So does that mean you'll leave? Or not?
Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?
So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave. That's right. I'm done. Holiday... complete. Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day.
On one condition.
You have to find the way out first. Good luck with that.
Follow-up choices
Is it?
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
Ha! I do love it when the mortals know they're being manipulated. Makes things infinitely more interesting.
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
(player): All I know is that your people need you to return.
Yaaawwwwnn....
Oh, pardon me. Were you saying something? I do apologize, it's just that I find myself suddenly and irrevocably...
Bored!
I mean, really. Here you stand, before Sheogorath himself, Daedric Prince of Madness, and all you deem fit to do is... deliver a message? How sad.
Follow-up choices
(player): So does that mean you'll leave? Or not?
Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?
So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave. That's right. I'm done. Holiday... complete. Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day.
On one condition.
You have to find the way out first. Good luck with that.
Follow-up choices
Is it?
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
Ha! I do love it when the mortals know they're being manipulated. Makes things infinitely more interesting.
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
(player): You're a madman.
Jolly good guess!
But only half right. I'm a mad god. The Mad God, actually. It's a family title. Gets passed down from me to myself every few thousand years.
Now you. You can call me Ann Marie.
But only if you're partial to being flayed alive and having an angry immortal skip rope with your entrails.
If not... Then call me Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness. Charmed.
Follow-up choices
(player): So does that mean you'll leave? Or not?
Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?
So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave. That's right. I'm done. Holiday... complete. Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day.
On one condition.
You have to find the way out first. Good luck with that.
Follow-up choices
Is it?
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
Ha! I do love it when the mortals know they're being manipulated. Makes things infinitely more interesting.
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
(player): I think I made a mistake coming here...
Oh, no no no! No mistake at all. What you made was a choice. Granted, not a very wise choice, but these things happen. Ah, the folly of youth...
You know, you remind me of myself at a young age. All I cared about was riding narwhales and sleeping in honeycombs and drinking babies' tears...
Word of advice if you ride a Narwhale. Mind the pointy end.
Ah, but there I go, waxing poetic about my misspent youth. Now where were we? Ah yes. You're the mortal messenger. An I am...?
Honestly. Have you any idea?
Follow-up choices
(player): I'm afraid I don't know, sir.
Wrong!
Actually, you do. Sort of.
I am a part of you, little mortal. I am a shadow in your subconscious, a blemish on your fragile little psyche. You know me. You just don't know it.
Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness. At your service.
Follow-up choices
(player): So does that mean you'll leave? Or not?
Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?
So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave. That's right. I'm done. Holiday... complete. Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day.
On one condition.
You have to find the way out first. Good luck with that.
Follow-up choices
Is it?
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
Ha! I do love it when the mortals know they're being manipulated. Makes things infinitely more interesting.
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
(player): All I know is that your people need you to return.
Yaaawwwwnn....
Oh, pardon me. Were you saying something? I do apologize, it's just that I find myself suddenly and irrevocably...
Bored!
I mean, really. Here you stand, before Sheogorath himself, Daedric Prince of Madness, and all you deem fit to do is... deliver a message? How sad.
Follow-up choices
(player): So does that mean you'll leave? Or not?
Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?
So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave. That's right. I'm done. Holiday... complete. Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day.
On one condition.
You have to find the way out first. Good luck with that.
Follow-up choices
Is it?
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
Ha! I do love it when the mortals know they're being manipulated. Makes things infinitely more interesting.
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
(player): You're a madman.
Jolly good guess!
But only half right. I'm a mad god. The Mad God, actually. It's a family title. Gets passed down from me to myself every few thousand years.
Now you. You can call me Ann Marie.
But only if you're partial to being flayed alive and having an angry immortal skip rope with your entrails.
If not... Then call me Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness. Charmed.
Follow-up choices
(player): So does that mean you'll leave? Or not?
Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?
So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave. That's right. I'm done. Holiday... complete. Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day.
On one condition.
You have to find the way out first. Good luck with that.
Follow-up choices
Is it?
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
Ha! I do love it when the mortals know they're being manipulated. Makes things infinitely more interesting.
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
(player): You're a madman.
Jolly good guess!
But only half right. I'm a mad god. The Mad God, actually. It's a family title. Gets passed down from me to myself every few thousand years.
Now you. You can call me Ann Marie.
But only if you're partial to being flayed alive and having an angry immortal skip rope with your entrails.
If not... Then call me Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness. Charmed.
Follow-up choices
(player): So does that mean you'll leave? Or not?
Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?
So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave. That's right. I'm done. Holiday... complete. Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day.
On one condition.
You have to find the way out first. Good luck with that.
Follow-up choices
Is it?
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
Ha! I do love it when the mortals know they're being manipulated. Makes things infinitely more interesting.
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
(player): All I know is that your people need you to return.
Yaaawwwwnn....
Oh, pardon me. Were you saying something? I do apologize, it's just that I find myself suddenly and irrevocably...
Bored!
I mean, really. Here you stand, before Sheogorath himself, Daedric Prince of Madness, and all you deem fit to do is... deliver a message? How sad.
Follow-up choices
(player): So does that mean you'll leave? Or not?
Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?
So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave. That's right. I'm done. Holiday... complete. Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day.
On one condition.
You have to find the way out first. Good luck with that.
Follow-up choices
Is it?
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
Ha! I do love it when the mortals know they're being manipulated. Makes things infinitely more interesting.
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
(player): I'm afraid I don't know, sir.
Wrong!
Actually, you do. Sort of.
I am a part of you, little mortal. I am a shadow in your subconscious, a blemish on your fragile little psyche. You know me. You just don't know it.
Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness. At your service.
Follow-up choices
(player): So does that mean you'll leave? Or not?
Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?
So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave. That's right. I'm done. Holiday... complete. Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day.
On one condition.
You have to find the way out first. Good luck with that.
Follow-up choices
Is it?
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
Ha! I do love it when the mortals know they're being manipulated. Makes things infinitely more interesting.
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
(player): So does that mean you'll leave? Or not?
Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?
So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave. That's right. I'm done. Holiday... complete. Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day.
On one condition.
You have to find the way out first. Good luck with that.
Follow-up choices
Is it?
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
Ha! I do love it when the mortals know they're being manipulated. Makes things infinitely more interesting.
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
(player): I think I made a mistake coming here...
Oh, no no no! No mistake at all. What you made was a choice. Granted, not a very wise choice, but these things happen. Ah, the folly of youth...
You know, you remind me of myself at a young age. All I cared about was riding narwhales and sleeping in honeycombs and drinking babies' tears...
Word of advice if you ride a Narwhale. Mind the pointy end.
Ah, but there I go, waxing poetic about my misspent youth. Now where were we? Ah yes. You're the mortal messenger. An I am...?
Honestly. Have you any idea?
Follow-up choices
(player): I'm afraid I don't know, sir.
Wrong!
Actually, you do. Sort of.
I am a part of you, little mortal. I am a shadow in your subconscious, a blemish on your fragile little psyche. You know me. You just don't know it.
Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness. At your service.
Follow-up choices
(player): So does that mean you'll leave? Or not?
Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?
So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave. That's right. I'm done. Holiday... complete. Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day.
On one condition.
You have to find the way out first. Good luck with that.
Follow-up choices
Is it?
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
Ha! I do love it when the mortals know they're being manipulated. Makes things infinitely more interesting.
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
(player): All I know is that your people need you to return.
Yaaawwwwnn....
Oh, pardon me. Were you saying something? I do apologize, it's just that I find myself suddenly and irrevocably...
Bored!
I mean, really. Here you stand, before Sheogorath himself, Daedric Prince of Madness, and all you deem fit to do is... deliver a message? How sad.
Follow-up choices
(player): So does that mean you'll leave? Or not?
Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?
So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave. That's right. I'm done. Holiday... complete. Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day.
On one condition.
You have to find the way out first. Good luck with that.
Follow-up choices
Is it?
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
Ha! I do love it when the mortals know they're being manipulated. Makes things infinitely more interesting.
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
(player): You're a madman.
Jolly good guess!
But only half right. I'm a mad god. The Mad God, actually. It's a family title. Gets passed down from me to myself every few thousand years.
Now you. You can call me Ann Marie.
But only if you're partial to being flayed alive and having an angry immortal skip rope with your entrails.
If not... Then call me Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness. Charmed.
Follow-up choices
(player): So does that mean you'll leave? Or not?
Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?
So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave. That's right. I'm done. Holiday... complete. Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day.
On one condition.
You have to find the way out first. Good luck with that.
Follow-up choices
Is it?
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
Ha! I do love it when the mortals know they're being manipulated. Makes things infinitely more interesting.
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
(player): I was asked to retrieve you from your vacation.
Were you now?
By whom?
Wait! Don't tell me! I want to guess!
Was it Molag? No, no... Little Tim, the toymaker's son? The ghost of King Lysandus? Or was it... Yes! Stanley, that talking grapefruit from Passwall.
Wrong on all accounts, aren't I?
Ha! No matter! Honestly, I don't want to know. Why ruin the surprise?
But more to the point. Do you - tiny, puny, expendable little mortal - actually think you can convince me to leave?
Because that's... crazy. You do realize who you're dealing with here?
Follow-up choices
(player): I'm afraid I don't know, sir.
Wrong!
Actually, you do. Sort of.
I am a part of you, little mortal. I am a shadow in your subconscious, a blemish on your fragile little psyche. You know me. You just don't know it.
Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness. At your service.
Follow-up choices
(player): So does that mean you'll leave? Or not?
Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?
So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave. That's right. I'm done. Holiday... complete. Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day.
On one condition.
You have to find the way out first. Good luck with that.
Follow-up choices
Is it?
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
Ha! I do love it when the mortals know they're being manipulated. Makes things infinitely more interesting.
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Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
(player): All I know is that your people need you to return.
Yaaawwwwnn....
Oh, pardon me. Were you saying something? I do apologize, it's just that I find myself suddenly and irrevocably...
Bored!
I mean, really. Here you stand, before Sheogorath himself, Daedric Prince of Madness, and all you deem fit to do is... deliver a message? How sad.
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(player): So does that mean you'll leave? Or not?
Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?
So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave. That's right. I'm done. Holiday... complete. Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day.
On one condition.
You have to find the way out first. Good luck with that.
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Is it?
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Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
Ha! I do love it when the mortals know they're being manipulated. Makes things infinitely more interesting.
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
(player): You're a madman.
Jolly good guess!
But only half right. I'm a mad god. The Mad God, actually. It's a family title. Gets passed down from me to myself every few thousand years.
Now you. You can call me Ann Marie.
But only if you're partial to being flayed alive and having an angry immortal skip rope with your entrails.
If not... Then call me Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness. Charmed.
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(player): So does that mean you'll leave? Or not?
Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?
So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave. That's right. I'm done. Holiday... complete. Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day.
On one condition.
You have to find the way out first. Good luck with that.
Follow-up choices
Is it?
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
Ha! I do love it when the mortals know they're being manipulated. Makes things infinitely more interesting.
Follow-up choices
Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are?
Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... you could use...
The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?
(player): Wait, where are we?
Inside the mind of Pelagius, silly.
Oh. Is it your... first time?
(player): I've done it. I've fixed Pelagius' mind.
Hmmmm... "Fixed" is such a subjective term. I think "treated" is far more appropriate, don't you? Like one does to a rash, or an arrow in the face.
Ah, but no matter. Heartless mortal that you are, you've actually succeeded and survived. I am forced to honor my end of the bargain.
So congratulations! You're free to go!
I... have been known to change my mind. So... go. Really.
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