When the towering bovine and wandering tree came onto the scene the mad god was surprised, his champion could not only break the barriers between Oblivion and Nirn but also call powerful undead to her side. With a subtle smile the Prince spoke. "My mortal you are more powerful than you realize." He turned his eyes to the Shadowscales tutting distastefully. "Now boys if it were up to me, I'd let you go but Nyra here just did me a huge favor and who am I to stand in her way if she wants to see you pulled limb from limb." When the towering termite ridden creature came closer his red eyes glared before he raised his staff. The eye on the end of the cane plucked from the Tree of Madness blinked in disbelief. "You've showed up just in time Rotwood, these two water skinks are about to get their tails pulled off by an undead bovine. Sit a spell and watch." He invited clacking his cane causing a red aura to surround the assassins. This red energy did nothing to impede the their movement or abilities but it would should as hell p,iss the undead bull off enough to drive it into a rage and send it chagrining towards them.

"In time mortal, in time, for now we best turn our attention to the servants of Sithis. They've been watching the entire time, how I hate those who peer into unwanted matters with their eyes. Come forward least I rip your eyes from your head." He walked out into the open his wooden cane clacking against the cold stone. "Forget what you've seen here, cut throats. I bear no ill will towards the Dark Brotherhood, nay in life I too spilled blood for that bony old mummy. Ahh during the third era the Brotherhood was at the height of it's power, people wouldn't dare speak the name aloud in fear of being cut down that very same night." He pulled Nyra put by the hood of her robes before tossing an arm around her holding out the other. "You will be my champion and my companion. We're in Cryodiil the heart of the empire! What better place to start corrupting minds is there?" He asked as if wanting an answer. "I think our first stop will be the arena of the Imperial City. What a grand stage to announce our return, also I'm sure the bodies of the losers won't be missed, you to continue your practice on them."

"A Litch.....we'll talk of his later. Start reading from the first passage as you focus on the voices of the dead, let their desires fill your head, let their desperate grasping at life guide you." Stirring her insanity would help greatly with the ceremony Sheogorath had planted the seeds of his return and this frail framed mortal would make it happen. Nyra doubted her power yet she was about to lead the summoning of a god tearing a hole in the veil between Oblivion and the mortal realm of Mundas. Soon the body of the fallen daedra started to glow and the soul gem would begin to react. "Do not get distracted by anything while preforming this ritual. My servant will see to it you remain safe during the process. You may begin." Latent magical energies radiated from Nyra was banging from the coffins below went from in the necromancer's head to the physical world. The dead were waking banging on the walls of their wooden prisons. As Nyra's magic grew more powerful in the contact of the book of the dead those trapped underground became increasingly violent.   

The dark daedra picked up the body of her fallen sister easily tossing it over her shoulder. He headed towards the door bashing down any of the slack jawed mortals staring at her with their jaws agape. As she reached the exit she grabbed the wrist of the necromancer and started to drag her across town. The Seducer kept a swift pace more or less dragging both behind her. The humans that pointed out the demon on the streets met with her boot in the back of their skulls, the last thing Sheogorath needed was blabber mouths spoiling his home coming. She left a trail of broken bones and shattered teeth in her path to the graveyard at the edge of town. The graves were still and silent with not a soul around to witness what was about to take place. She dropped both body and mage speaking again as she took a seat.
"For both our sakes don't mess this up."

The Saint looked over the defiant lizard keeping a firm tone. "When Lord Sheogorath gives you a command you carry it out, not standing here making idol chatter." The Seducer would indeed turn her back to the assassin giving him the opening he needed should he want to take it. The dark skinned daedra nodded in agreement with her sister.

"You are wasting valuable time with this conversation. It's almost sundown and we won't have another chance at this for a thousand years." The Seducer grabbed onto Nyra's robe staring into her hideous face as if pleading. "We do not want to be stuck In the Shivering Isles for a thousand years with an angry god. Please make haste."

(Important to read for context. http://tamrieltales.createaforum.com/the-shivering-isles/bring-me-a-mortal!/msg10/#msg10 )

A harsh and raspy voice drilled it's way into Nyra's skull, it echoed so loudly it sounded like it was being blasted through a megaphone however she would be the only one to hear it. "Listen closely mortal because I hate repeating myself. I can make you one of the greatest mortals of the forth era or I can make you strip naked and run into the swamp singing sea shanties. It's your choice. You are to bring a fresh corpse, an empty black soul gem and the book of the dead to the graveyard at the edge of town tonight. You'll await further instructions there. Don't keep me waiting mortal, I've grown incredibly restless as the third era drew to a close." With that the voices fell silent and she was left only with her thoughts.

"A change is coming. Everything changes. Even Daedric Princes. Especially Daedric Princes."
- The First Sheogorath


The white Argonian known as Sheogorath formerly Rathalos Wyvern

Name: Sheogorath
Race: Daedric Prince
Physical Form: Male Argonian
Age: 200 +
Sphere of Influence: Insanity

Journey To Power
The Sheogorath you see listed here was not the first being to bear the title of the Mad God, no the first to bear this mantle was Jyggalag, the Daedric Prince of Order. The story goes that Jyggalag had, in times beyond memory, grown in power so much that the other Daedric princes grew jealous and fearful. They cursed Jyggalag to live as Sheogorath, the incarnation of the thing he hated most. At the end of every Era, Jyggalag was allowed to take on his true form once again, and reconquer his lands, an event known as the Greymarch. After that, however, he would be transformed back into Sheogorath, and Sheogorath would spread madness upon his lands once more. Tired of being bound as a gibbering fool, Jyggalag opened a portal to the mortal realm calling for a champion to take his place and break the cycle. His calls were answered by an Argonian known as Rathalos Wyvern. In life Rathalos was fearless and cruel, he was a brute of a Argonian with a taste for violence and an endless thirst for power.

One day during a quest for a rare relic Rathalos was apprehended by Imperial forces and sent straight to prison for his terrible crimes against the empire and humanity. His time in prison sent him undoubtedly mad causing him to kill and devour his cell mate whose bones still litter the dudgeon floor. As time past Rathalos reflected on his actions and he only had one regret, not being strong enough to kill the battalion of Imperial soldiers who had brought him in. For the first time in his life he felt weak and this weakness allowed others to take his freedom away. Slowly being driven mad he devolved to little more than an animal in a cage. He was further egged on by the dark elf in the cell opposite him who would prod and poke at Rathalos causing him to roar and snarl like a wild beast in return. The Argonian was sentenced to life but fate had other plans when opportunity came knocking. The Emperor of the time Uriel Septim VII was being ushered through a secret passage by his bodyguards, that as luck would have it passed right through Rathalos' cell. As assassins had been sent to end Emperor, the ruler's life ended in the catacombs under The White Gold Tower.

During this confusion Rathalos managed to use the secret passage to escape and gain his freedom. After emerging from the dank sewers Rathalos tasted sunlight for the first time in months. Looking up at the burning sun he made a vow that he would never be that weak or vulnerable again. From there he set out to obtain the power he so desperately sought, so that his freedom could never be taken away again. During his lifetime he would preform many great deeds such as becoming a key member of the Dark Brotherhood, growing stronger and wiser with each action. While he has many great accomplishments his greatest victory was against the Daedric Prince Mehrunes Dagon. With Emperor's death the veil between the mortal world and Oblivion was growing weak. Hellish gates opened all over Cyrodiil and daedra spilled out from them, burning cities to the ground as they intended to conquer the mortal realm. Rathalos cared little for the lives lost but he did see Daegon's invasion as a challenge. He marched into each of the great gates sword in hand cutting down entire legions of foul demons in the hell they called home. In time the daedric servants of Daegon were driven back by a single mortal powerful enough to crush this demonic invasion. One by one he closed the Oblivion gates that scarred the beautiful land of Cyrodiil. For this immeasurable act of heroism he was granted the title Champion of Cyrodiil. In his time he was called to the Shivering Isles with promise of power by the first Sheogorath. In time the mortal would learn of Jyggalag's plight and offered to step in. The Champion of Cyrodiil ended the cycle by defeating Jyggalag in single combat during the Greymarch at the end of the Third Era. This released Jyggalag from his curse, allowing him to remain in his true form instead of transforming back into Sheogorath. After defeating Jyggalag, the mortal Champion of Cyrodiil ascended to the throne of madness and became Sheogorath. Now with the title of a god, a realm to call his own and immortality his quest for power was complete. He went from rotting in a castle dudgeon to besting powerful deities in single combat.

Hundreds of years later the god once known as Rathalos has grown bored with his immortality. Given his sadistic nature thirst for power and clearly fractured mind being the god of insanity suits him well. Now with his quest complete he's taken up a pass time all Daedric Prince's indulge in, interfering with the mortal realm and it's people. Once a mortal himself he sees the great things they are capable of instead of viewing them as insects like most Daedra Lords do.



Personality
Despite being completely mad, Sheogorath displays incredible intelligence and insight. He is invested in the affairs of both Oblivion & the mortal realm. Unlike his predecessor he has little interest in foolish ramblings, random acts of mundane natures also lacking the previous Prince's obsession with cheese. Rath is a very different breed of Mad God bringing a whole new brand of insanity to his station. He however dose share one interest with his predecessor and that is deriving pleasure from pushing people from the edge of sanity. Cunning, cruel and seemingly unstoppable in a bloodbath, gore and sadism seem to be his preferred tools for creating chaos and carnage. Still a very young Daedric Lord he cares more about using his power to achieve his own ends rather than being worshiped by those locked up in asylum cells. Having once been a mortal himself be is internally drawn to Tamerial when not ruling over his own realm. Respected and feared in The Shivering Isles he longs to return to the land of the living to use his powers on those people or factions he despised during life. Sheogorath unlike most Daedra dose not see mere mortals as insects, having risen to godhood from a mortal himself he sees they are capable of great things.

One pass time Rathalos has always enjoyed is the reading of ancient legends that inspired him to carve out his own. When speaking of grand acts or noble deeds his demeanor takes on that of a bard recounting epic tales of ages past. This showmanship was a flair that developed upon becoming a daedra, using his powers or extended knowledge to add detail and drama to tales he recounts. While more calm since his days questing as a mortal, one should never anger Sheogorath lest his old wrathful ways bubble to the surface turning him into a snarling vengeful beast that would cause a werewolf to turn tail and run. Despite his twisted way of thinking one thing Sheogorath values is honor (To a certain degree) he prefers to face an opponent head on when possible as he likes to challenge his raw power against other mighty foes, he cannot stand cowards or those who cannot face danger themselves giving him a great dislike for thieves and haughty nobles but a high praise for the talented and great individuals such as accomplished mages or great warriors.