Sheogorath donned a sly smile nodding in agreement. "Naturally, I figured why send Sithis one soul when he's always hungry. Also being a shimmering white stealth was not exactly an option for me." When the first assassin started to converse with the one next to him he became dreadfully bored. "Oh come stop speaking amongst yourselves in whispers as if this is a dark elf slave ring. I may not have been born in black marsh but we all share a race.....shared a race..I'm not quite sure what I am any more." He said before slamming his tail to the ground. 

"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."

The rotting remains clawed their way up to the surface escaping their pine cages and dirt prisons, howling and moaning filled the graveyard as the Seducer drew her sword. The first wave of undead ran for Nyra intent on consuming her flesh, her guardian came in the form of the dark skinned daedra who charged into battle and begun cutting them down with ease. In time more remains rise and the Dark Seducer would put them back into the ground where they belong, she was violent and unrelenting as she picked up her attackers slamming them back down into the earth. With the ritual almost at it's climax the black soul gem shattered the hordes of zombies falling limp and lifeless. The fresh body of the beautiful golden skinned woman started to move. Their was some odd movement within her stomach until her rib cage burst open causing the entire body to vanish. In a flash of glorious blue light their stood a shimmering and shining figure, it was a tall muscular Argonian his body covered in pure white scales and his face marked with two streaks of lightly glowing blue similar to the portal he had emerged from. The mysterious figure was wearing save for a pendant around his neck, a pair of black armored pants and a leather strap across his bare exposed chest. He took a deep breath taking in the air of the mortal realm once more.

The Golden Saint was reborn by the will of her lord and she knelled before him along side the Dark Seducer. They both spoke as a small walking stick with an eyeball atop it formed in the figures hands. "All hail Lord Sheogorath." They spoke before vanishing back into the waters of Oblivion. The Daedric Lord smiled down at the necromancer patting her on the shoulder as he walked past. "You've done well my mortal. In time I'll share such secrets with you, but for now it's been centuries since I've last walked the land of the living. Let a whole new wave of insanity spread across Mundas." He declared loudly bearing his sharp crocodile like fangs.

"I do agree on that brother something about her seems off, more importantly why has a daedric prince actively looked for a champion usually one must go to a shrine and request it." He said as he silently watched what was going on in the graveyard "She does seem to have Some fascination with the dead though."