Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131124195016/@comment-3293219-20131128004411

(To be fair, few if any of the Daedric princes in this story have been portrayed very accurately. :P It's just what happens when one person writes them, their sort of biased view as to whether they are good/evil or benevolent or not kind of reflects on the character. The only way that this could be prevented is with a team of writers but we sadly lack that as we live in seperate locations across the world with a delayed response between posts. That and I kind of like that "bias," it sort of leaves the author's print on the character...

Manjaway, story time!)

Sheogorath knew a bluff when he heard one but these mortals were begining to give him a headache.

"Good enough, I suppose..." Sheogorath sighed, he was becoming disinterested himself and the novelty of a broken wall that leads to another dimension can only last so long.

The cellar door burst open and the cultists came flooding through, they stopped as they noticed Sheogorath.

"Let there be cheese!" Sheogorath commanded, casting a spell on the cultists.

The spell was very similar to Lilly's staff, it had an explosive effect on the cultists that vapourised their original forms and turned them to cheese.

What was even more surprising, was that the spell had a chain effect, that jumped from cultist to cultist.

Explosion after explosion was heard as each of them left behind nothing but ash and dairy products.

The Mad God just stood there, laughing at the foolish cultists who had clearly picked the wrong daedra to fight for.

Sheogorath did what he did best, bringing chaos to a seemingly orderly situation.

He stood, somewhat proud of his work as cheese wheels came thundering down the cellar stairs and rolling around the cellar.

(Last post tonight, good night!)