JamieLourenco

For Our Lord Sheogorath, without Whom all Thought would be linear and all Feeling would be fleeting. Blessed are the Madmen, for they hold the keys to secret knowledge. Blessed are the Phobic, always wary of that which would do them harm. Blessed are the Obsessed, for their courses are clear. Blessed are the Addicts, may they quench the thirst that never ebbs. Blessed are the Murderous, for they have found beauty in the grotesque. Blessed are the Firelovers, for their hearts are always warm. Blessed are the Artists, for in their hands the impossible is made real. Blessed are the Musicians, for in their ears they hear the music of the

Sheogorath Invents Music In the earliest of days, in a time when the world was still raw, Sheogorath decided to walk amongst the mortals. He donned his guise of Gentleman With a Cane, and moved from place to place without being recognized. After eleven days and eleven nights, Sheogorath decided that life among mortals was even more boring than his otherworldly existence. "What can I do to make their lives more interesting?" he said to himself. At that same moment, a young woman nearby commented wistfully to herself, "The sounds of the birds are so beautiful." Sheogorath silently agreed with her. Mortals could not make the beautiful and ins

Sheogorath is, as you may not or may know, the Madgod. He is the greatest of the Princes, and also one of the most caring. This is how I came to Sheogorath of service the in myself find. I first tried Hermaeus Mora, and attempted to choose him as my leader. This was made difficult, though, because of what he demanded. He demanded a black soul gem of every race in Tamriel. Every Tamrielic race! I was most debrutsid by this request, mostly because he only gave me nine black soul gems. When I asked him why he didn't want Sload, Snow Elf, or Dwarven souls, he replied using words that I think made perfect sense at the time (two o'