Character is a Breton Champion of Cyrodiil. Thoughts on Skyrim.

[guideyoursteps]

Yes, I am quite sure that I'm not a Daedric prince. Does it really seem the kind of thing that would have slipped my notice? Mad gods say mad things, you would do well to pay them as much mind as they make sense.

[She says, making little mention of how completely forgetting about the Isles and being the madgod would be entirely in line with anyone's expectations of Sheogorath. The mun isn't saying for sure whether any of it actually happened for her.]

...I do wish the fate of the Blades was as untrue. Of the Empire. Of all of Tamriel, even. It's all certainly just as difficult to believe.

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[thalmorborn]

[...Daedric prince, you say.]

Which one?

[guideyoursteps]

I've heard that the Mad God believes that he is me. If there is accepted etiquette for dealing with this situation it seems to have escaped me, sadly.

[She's not going to send you on any quests, Dragonborn. You never do what she says anyway.]

[thalmorborn]

[His experience with the Madgod indicates that 'doing as you're told, but creatively' is the best strategy for handling Sheogorath. But either way...]

That's ridiculous. Why would the Madgod want to be you when he could be other, entertaining, interesting people?

[guideyoursteps]

For variety, perhaps. He must get awfully tired of being entertaining for you all the time. Or maybe just out of very poor judgement. He is mad.

[thalmorborn]

[She has a point.]

Or perhaps he is you and it's a punishment from one of his enemies.

[Not that he'd concede that she has a point.]

[guideyoursteps]

Perhaps so.

[Sorry, Elf, were you meaning to insult her by suggesting that she could play a part in making Daedra miserable? Because if so that has backfired spectacularly. Ruining Daedra's days is pretty much what she does. She shrugs, dismissing the whole thing. The last thing she wants to do is let Athanas know the whole business is actually terrifying to her.]

He is mad. He says mad things and they mean nothing at all.

[thalmorborn]

Except for when they do.

[guideyoursteps]

If they do, it's little more than coincidence.

[thalmorborn]

Suit yourself. [shrug] I took his death threats very seriously.

[guideyoursteps]

If he'd killed you it would have had little to do with any threats he'd made before that. It would probably mean that the idea amused him at that moment.

[thalmorborn]

As long as you're making that argument, it could apply to every Prince.

[guideyoursteps]

Perhaps so. It doesn't mean you ought to believe anything they say. Not even death threats. You're as safe ignoring it all as you'll ever be consorting with Daedra.

[septim]

What fate? What are you talking about?

[guideyoursteps]

[Okay so. Skipping all of the 'you are alive how this' business. And instead trying to find a way to word the news that can't easily have 'because you became a dragon' tagged onto the end. She's i>blunt, but she's not horrible and Martin is the last person she'd blame for any of this.

...she settles for sounding about a dull and impersonal as a history textbook.]

Tamriel is- divided. At war, both between and within the provinces. The secessions began a year after Mehrunes Dagon was driven back and remain ongoing after two centuries. The Nine have become Eight, as worship of Talos has been made illegal within the Empire. And the Blades-

[To her credit, she manages to continue speaking entirely impersonally. Through gritted teeth.] -they would have had to fall to allow the Empire to be wounded so badly. It shouldn't have surprised me.

[killervocabulary]

Yes, the less said about Sheogorath, the better, in my opinion... [Yeah, she's still a little sore about getting roped into that mess. At least he didn't have her try and kill an innocent person, though.]

It is indeed a terrible fate - for everyone, in one way or another.

[guideyoursteps]

That's a wise position to take. The Princes- they hurt people. [Understatement of the century, there.] Having anything to do with them is unwise and dangerous, both to their followers and to people who have nothing to do with any of it.

It's hard to see how everything could have gone so wrong. It's like the world's gone mad.

[killervocabulary]

I have had the good fortune to only stumble upon the more benign ones in my travels, it seems. They're such forceful beings, though - expecting us to jump on command.

The high elves - it's all their doing.

[guideyoursteps]

You've been lucky - I'd advise avoiding all of them, if you can. [The ones she's acquainted with - Mehrunes Dagon and Molag Bal - are probably some of the worst of the lot. She may be a little biased.

She pauses at that - it's a dangerous way for her to start thinking as successor to Pelinal Whitestrake, a man who sought to destroy all Mer. But she's not going to deny anyone their anger, certainly not when they've lived through all of that.]

Not theirs alone. The Empire as I knew it would have crumbed before no-one. Something must have changed within it.

[killervocabulary]

Aye, if I can. I tend to avoid them, but sometimes fate has other ideas. Perhaps it's some sort of test put upon me by the Nine, to test my mettle as Dragonborn, and how I fare when tempted by things. [Or, the result of the mun wanting a shiny Daedric toy to hit things with - though the mun does regret what went down with Molag Bal. His mace is so nice, though...]

You have a point. Titus Mede II - he's the one who caved to the Thalmor - though if they had not started their crusade, it likely would not have come to this.

[guideyoursteps]

[They can have a 'regret serving Molag Bal' club. The quest he gave to Bertille - one the Dragonborn might find familiar, but from a slightly different perspective - seemed like such an easy way to avoid hurting anyone. Just let a man beat her to death with the Cursed Mace. Nobody but her had to be hurt. With luck the Prince would keep his word and she'd even survive.

It never occurred to her that she'd be damning his soul. She can't even use maces.]

The Nine. [That makes her smile, at least. Perhaps all is not lost for Talos and his worshippers.] You've not turned your back on him yet, then.

He doesn't rule by divine right. No one ruler could, now. The Empire ought to be ruled by the Elder Council in the absence of an Emperor. That is the way things have always been.

[She manages to sound like a petulant child, saying that.]

[killervocabulary]

[Or perhaps a 'regret serving Daedra in general' club, though that might wind up being pretty big...]

Of course not - and I'm not going to let any of those damned Thalmor tell me otherwise. [She chuckles and grins.] Besides, if I didn't, the Nords would probably do worse to me than the Thalmor would.

Well - he's the Emperor now. Not a Septim, but the officially recognized emperor, for better or worse. So far, it's only been worse.

[guideyoursteps]

[It can be a support group. They all probably need it.]

I wish it didn't cause so much strife, but I'm glad that people will fight to keep believing.

...I can't accept him as Emperor. There are laws. Customs. His ancestors ignored them and took the Empire by force. [There's a note of disgust in her voice. With herself, mostly. This would have happened in her lifetime.] And he has profited greatly from that.

[...and she's just going to ignore that Tiber Septim was as much a warlord as Titus Mede I. Biased, her?]