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Shivering Isles II:
Part One: New to the Isles

“The 13 Blessings of our Mad God shale give peace!” the manic priest atop his stand spoke to the people of new Sheoth. I sat in the crowd, new to the Shivering Isles, wondering who the Mad God was. My own madness was questioned here in the foreign land, but some how I made it from Tamriel. I relaxed in my seat, hoping that the sermon would be over soon. Next to me was an Argonian who called himself Big Head. I was to the wall, a man begged me to trade places with him in fear it might come crashing down. The Demented priest began to speak, “With the murders shale they find peace in killing.” I thought that was a little odd them praising killers, but oh well. I looked down to the floor and I wondered why I came. The dream, that face, I wondered if I was right to come here for a nightmare. Big Head looked down to me, “What’s wrong? No one sing to you? Did you loose your fork?” I looked back to him, “No, I didn’t loose a fork, and yes, I haven’t heard a song for a while.” With the exception of that one bard that sounded like a cat being slowly feed through a cotton gin, but I hardly call that singing. “Hay, why don’t you come with me to see my fork! After the sermon I’ll show you the song of the fork!” Big head looked a me with hope. “Sure.” a fork sing, I thought to myself, now I got to see this.

After the sermon I went to Big Head’s house. It was all forks, forks, upon forks, upon forks! A statue of a Grummite holding a pitchfork was just across from the door. “Come! See Big Heads fork!” Big head ran to his trophy cases which held his forks. “This is my dinning fork, this is my desert fork, this is my digging fork.” he went on to describe all of his forks, I lost count after 163. “And this, is the fork...” he pulled out of a sheath he kept on his side an oversized stake fork, it had a shinny wooden handle with what looked like fish hook spikes at the end of both points. “This is the fork... The Fork of Horripilation!” it was memorizing, a fine fork, I wanted it for myself. I even started to contemplate on how to get it by killing him. There was a knock on the door and he sheathed it. The obsession of the fork was gone. I looked where Big Head was, he was not there. “Lord Sheogorath!” I turned around to look for the door as Big Head and lord Sheogorath began to talk. I wanted to ask him of the dream, of the face I saw in that nightmare. “Yes he is here. Why you want to talk with him” I found Big Head talking with the door opened and a figure standing there. I ran to speak with him, but I was slowed some how. My footsteps meant nothing to the movement of my body. “Ok, I will tell him, see you later my lord!” the figure left; all I saw of his face was his smile, the same smile of the face in my dream. Big head closed the door, I was suddenly free from the floor as a flew to the door. I opened it and looked around, no one. “Ah lord Sheogorath, such a nice man.” I looked back at Big Head as I close the door. “He wanted me to tell you that you need to go to Fain. It’s a Grummite temple to the north. He also said that you need some armor, go to Cutter in Crucible, she’ll have what you need. And take this...” he handed me a bag. It was the size of a back pack and vary heavy. I almost fell over trying to lift it. “What is this?! It feels like its got lead in it!” “Close, it has madness ore in it. That shall be your armor. Oh, and he said to take this along.” he once again pulled out the Fork of Horripilation. I began to drool over it, like a kid looking at a new toy. He handed it to me, “Take vary good care of my fork, and maybe it will sing to you!” he opened the door and showed me out. “Keep it in its sheath, it has many who would take it. Go now to Crucible! Cutter is expecting your song!”

Description
Shivering Isles II:
Part One: New to the Isles

“The 13 Blessings of our Mad God shale give peace!” the manic priest atop his stand spoke to the people of new Sheoth. I sat in the crowd, new to the Shivering Isles, wondering who the Mad God was. My own madness was questioned here in the foreign land, but some how I made it from Tamriel. I relaxed in my seat, hoping that the sermon would be over soon. Next to me was an Argonian who called himself Big Head. I was to the wall, a man begged me to trade places with him in fear it might come crashing down. The Demented priest began to speak, “With the murders shale they find peace in killing.” I thought that was a little odd them praising killers, but oh well. I looked down to the floor and I wondered why I came. The dream, that face, I wondered if I was right to come here for a nightmare. Big Head looked down to me, “What’s wrong? No one sing to you? Did you loose your fork?” I looked back to him, “No, I didn’t loose a fork, and yes, I haven’t heard a song for a while.” With the exception of that one bard that sounded like a cat being slowly feed through a cotton gin, but I hardly call that singing. “Hay, why don’t you come with me to see my fork! After the sermon I’ll show you the song of the fork!” Big head looked a me with hope. “Sure.” a fork sing, I thought to myself, now I got to see this.

After the sermon I went to Big Head’s house. It was all forks, forks, upon forks, upon forks! A statue of a Grummite holding a pitchfork was just across from the door. “Come! See Big Heads fork!” Big head ran to his trophy cases which held his forks. “This is my dinning fork, this is my desert fork, this is my digging fork.” he went on to describe all of his forks, I lost count after 163. “And this, is the fork...” he pulled out of a sheath he kept on his side an oversized stake fork, it had a shinny wooden handle with what looked like fish hook spikes at the end of both points. “This is the fork... The Fork of Horripilation!” it was memorizing, a fine fork, I wanted it for myself. I even started to contemplate on how to get it by killing him. There was a knock on the door and he sheathed it. The obsession of the fork was gone. I looked where Big Head was, he was not there. “Lord Sheogorath!” I turned around to look for the door as Big Head and lord Sheogorath began to talk. I wanted to ask him of the dream, of the face I saw in that nightmare. “Yes he is here. Why you want to talk with him” I found Big Head talking with the door opened and a figure standing there. I ran to speak with him, but I was slowed some how. My footsteps meant nothing to the movement of my body. “Ok, I will tell him, see you later my lord!” the figure left; all I saw of his face was his smile, the same smile of the face in my dream. Big head closed the door, I was suddenly free from the floor as a flew to the door. I opened it and looked around, no one. “Ah lord Sheogorath, such a nice man.” I looked back at Big Head as I close the door. “He wanted me to tell you that you need to go to Fain. It’s a Grummite temple to the north. He also said that you need some armor, go to Cutter in Crucible, she’ll have what you need. And take this...” he handed me a bag. It was the size of a back pack and vary heavy. I almost fell over trying to lift it. “What is this?! It feels like its got lead in it!” “Close, it has madness ore in it. That shall be your armor. Oh, and he said to take this along.” he once again pulled out the Fork of Horripilation. I began to drool over it, like a kid looking at a new toy. He handed it to me, “Take vary good care of my fork, and maybe it will sing to you!” he opened the door and showed me out. “Keep it in its sheath, it has many who would take it. Go now to Crucible! Cutter is expecting your song!”