User blog:The Nameless Lancer/Blood of the Daedric Prince - Chapter 3

Time for chapter 3. People kept complaining about the way that I write my stories, but I'm not going to change that until the sequel. I'm going to quote James Hetfield, the lead singer and rhythm guitarist for Metallica (my second favorite band), in the song Escape here: "Life's for my own to live my own way". I'm going to keep writing the way that I've been writing for the remainder of this story. This chapter is called "The Daedric Princes". In this chapter, Sparda meets all but one of the Daedric Princes. I don't love this chapter. Regardless, I hope you like it.

'''After Dagon vanished, I was panting heavily. What have I gotten myself into? I took out one of my swords, and looked at my reflection. My eyes were scarred. I put my hood back on, stood up, and began walking down the path up the mountain. My eyes hurt very badly, but there was nothing I could do about it. Upon making it back to the Stone Hills, I got on my horse, and started heading back to Riften. I usually make the journey slowly, but I was in a hurry, and made my horse go fast so that I could get to Riften in less than a day. I went my usual path, and only stopped briefly to let my horse rest. I made it to Riften in about 6 hours. '''

'''I got off my horse, and entered the city. When I usually enter Riften, I take my hood off, but I kept it on this time, because I didn’t want my eyes to scare anyone. I went to the Cistern entrance near the Temple of Mara, which is where I always enter the Flagon. I waited for the stone thing to open up, went down the stairs, pulled the chain to close the entrance behind me, then entered the Cistern. '''

'''Everyone was doing their normal thing. That terrible smell was still lurking wherever I went. I said nothing to anyone, and entered the tavern. I stood next to Delvin’s table, and cleared my throat. He looked at me, and had a very confused look on his face. '''

'''Delvin: Why are you still wearing your hood? '''

'''Sparda: Want to see why? '''

'''Delvin: Sure. '''

'''Sparda: As you wish. '''

'''I took off my hood, revealing my eyes. Delvin got a very disturbed look on his face. '''

'''Delvin: By the name of Talos, what happened? '''

'''Sparda: Trust me. You don’t want to know. '''

'''Delvin: I’ll take your word for it. What do you need? '''

'''Sparda: I have to go away for a while. I don’t know when I’ll be back. '''

'''Delvin: Why? Did something happen? '''

'''Sparda: Yes. I have to go now. You needed to be aware of this. '''

'''After speaking with Delvin, I left Riften. While riding away from the city on my horse, I suddenly blacked out. When I woke up, I was somewhere that I had never been before. I was in a giant, dark room with several torches on the walls, a giant, flaming lantern-thing hanging from the ceiling, and a large throne. Mehrunes Dagon was sitting on the throne, looking at me. '''

'''Mehrunes Dagon: Welcome, Sparda. '''

'''Sparda: Where am I? How did I get here? '''

'''Mehrunes Dagon: You are in my realm of Oblivion. It is almost time for your first task. '''

'''Sparda: “Almost”? '''

'''Mehrunes Dagon: Before you can embark on your first task, you need to meet the other Daedric Princes. '''

'''Sparda: Why? '''

'''Mehrunes Dagon: Just do what I say. '''

'''Sparda: Very well. '''

'''Mehrunes Dagon: Off you go. '''

'''Dagon cast a spell on me, which caused me to black out again. When I woke up, I was in a different throne room in a different plane of Oblivion. I was in Moonshadow, which belonged to Azura. I looked up, and saw Azura sitting in a throne. She looked almost identical to the statue of her that was South of Winterhold. She had a very pretty face, and was wearing a light gray dress. When she spoke, her voice sounded nice. '''

'''Azura: Welcome, warrior. You must be Sparda. Dagon told me that you would be coming. '''

'''I stood up, then remembered that I was in the company of a deity, so I bowed down. '''

'''Azura: Oh, Sparda. So polite. Not something that I would expect from a thief like you. '''

'''Sparda: I’m not like most thieves. '''

'''Azura: I can tell. '''

'''Sparda: I’m not sure why Dagon wants me to meet the other Daedra. '''

'''Azura: He was always unpredictable, that one. '''

'''Sparda: It was nice meeting you. '''

'''Azura: Farewell, Sparda. Hopefully, we can meet again. '''

'''I stood up, and looked around. I wasn’t sure what I had to do to meet the next prince. '''

'''Sparda: What now? Am I supposed to do something? '''

'''I blacked out once again. This time, I woke up in the throne room of Sheogorath in the Shivering Isles. I stood up, shivered because the room was very cold, and looked at the prince of madness. He was wearing a weird looking gold and purple coat, brown-ish trousers, and had long white hair and a small beard. He was standing next to his throne, using a cane to support himself where he stood. His eyes appeared to be completely white. When he spoke, his voice helped him live up to his title of Madgod. '''

'''Sheogorath: Hello there, warrior. It’s quite a lovely day, isn’t it? '''

'''Sparda: I’ve been having a really bad day so far. '''

'''Sheogorath: Oh, I’m sorry about that, lad. Would you like a cookie? Maybe that will cheer you up. '''

'''Sparda: Uh… maybe later. '''

'''Sheogorath: You’re the one that Dagon mentioned….. Ummm, what’s your name? Oh, I remember now. You’re Adraps. '''

'''Sparda: My name is Sparda. '''

'''Sheogorath: Oh, I said that backwards. My bad. '''

'''Sparda: I should go now. '''

'''Sheogorath: Okay. I don’t want to waste too much of your time. But feel free to come back whenever you’d like. You’re more than welcome here. '''

'''Sparda: Thank you, Lord Sheogorath. '''

Sheogorath: You know, I was once a hero that….

'''Sparda: I have to go now. '''

'''Sheogorath: Fine. '''

'''For the fourth time today, I blacked out. As expected, I was in the presence of another Daedric Prince. However, I wasn’t in a grand throne room that reflected the personality of the prince who controlled it. It appeared that I was in a replica of the grand hall of Dragonsreach in Whiterun. Upon looking at the throne, I saw a prince that I didn’t recognize. He looked like a knight wearing armor made entirely out of crystals. He appeared to be at least eight feet tall. When he spoke, his voice was terrifying. '''

'''Jyggalag: Hello there, warrior. I wasn’t expecting a guest. Unless you’re the one that Dagon mentioned. Sparda, if I’m remembering correctly. '''

'''I was so scared of his voice that my heart was beating out of my chest. '''

'''Jyggalag: Are you mute? '''

'''Sparda: Sorry. I am Sparda. Who are you? '''

'''Jyggalag: I am Jyggalag, Prince of Order. '''

'''I laughed a lot harder than I should have. '''

'''Jyggalag: What’s so funny? '''

'''Sparda: I’m sorry, but your name, it’s…. It’s “Jyggalag”?'''

'''Jyggalag: That’s right. '''

'''Sparda: That’s funny. '''

'''Jyggalag: Whatever. I know that you’ve probably never heard of me. I wouldn’t be surprised by that. But I do exist. I can tell you about myself, but I know that you have places to be. I’ll let you go now. '''

Sparda: Wait a sec… 

'''I was about to ask Jyggalag something, but I blacked out. This was a continuing theme. I met each prince. Malacath, Mephala, Namira, Vaermina, Boethiah, Hermaeus Mora, Clavicus Vile, Peryite, Nocturnal, Sanguine. Nothing interesting happened when I met them. They said nothing to me, and simply acknowledged my existence. '''

'''When I was in the throne room of Meridia, prince of life, I was very surprised when I laid my eyes on her. She was very beautiful. I used to think that Sapphire was the most beautiful woman I ever laid my eyes on, but now I wasn’t sure. Meridia was wearing a brown hooded robe, and spoke in a gentle voice. '''

'''Meridia: Welcome. You must be the fool who stole from Dagon. '''

'''Sparda: Hey! There’s no need to be unkind. But that is correct. Yes. '''

'''Underneath my hood, I had the dumbest smile on my face, and I was very happy that Meridia didn’t see it, because that would have been really weird. I was about to say something else, but guess what? I blacked out for the 16th-ish time that day. The last prince that I met that day was Molag Bal. That guy terrified me. I didn’t even have the time to observe my surroundings when in his presence, because I was too busy being afraid of the tall, green, reptilian dude standing in front of me. He had green, scaly skin, a horn on each side of his head, some horns on top of his head, and was wearing nothing but a loin-cloth. He said something, but I blacked out as soon as he started talking. '''

'''The only Daedric Prince that I didn’t meet that day was Hircine. I had no idea why. When I woke up this time, I was in the Ragged Flagon Cistern, on a bed. Brynjolf was sitting on the bed with me. '''

'''Brynjolf: You’re very easy to track. Vex and Delvin followed you to the woods when you blacked out. They dragged you back here. Do you mind telling me what happened to your eyes? '''

'''Sparda: If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me. '''

'''Brynjolf: Yes I would. '''

'''Sparda: Do you really want to know? '''

'''Brynjolf: Yeah. '''

'''Sparda: I tried to steal something from the Shrine of Mehrunes Dagon, and now I have to repay him somehow. '''

'''Brynjolf: Interesting. Is that why you were running away? '''

'''Sparda: Yes. '''

'''Brynjolf: Alright then, lad. I’ll leave you alone. '''

'''Brynjolf walked away, and I laid my head down. I fell asleep, and woke up somewhere completely different….'''

Thank you for reading this chapter. I hope you liked it, and I can't wait to read your comments.