I think the Tamriel equivalent to "Jesus fucking christ" is "Et fucking Ada"

I mean it makes sense that Martin would turn to Sanguine of all Princes, he does say something about having been dissatisfied with the Mage's Guild, and Sanguine's whole "indulgence of darker desires" fits the bill of seeking power when you consider it's probably dragon brain talking

Morrowind has me fucked up enough after tonight that I need the fucking Skyrim Tavern Music

Chapter 2

Ramblings in the ears of a mad god

The invention of music

My toes curl in all directions, whiskers meeting trays of sweets, so plentiful at this table I get to eat, delectable delights of torture that I need to turn into waste and light.

If silver bells and cockerel shells killed miss Mary moo, then I'd wager a bet that I could try and eat her cherry and perhaps her brains too. The followers come to feast their eyes, offering cheese and skooma and since I've risen here I can't stop trying to lethally consume her.

My shadows delve quite deep inside her stupid little brains and after I Pierce her eardrums harder, I'll pop out all her veins.

Perhaps her sinews would make for lutes and her fair skin for drums, I'd drag the rest inside my den and split her mind in two thirds.

I dragged her belly down the stairs and trod into the lane, where all the host of mad folk danced and cheered as they learned how to play.

Kaidan: So, tell me a little bout yourself, if we’re gonna be travelling together and all I’d like to know a bit more than just the name of the man who saved me.

Shamat: *a middle aged dunmer with long black hair and an unusual reddish pink birthmark on his forehead* Alright… I was just released from prison after spending the last hundred years being made to work hard labour. Digging ore in the ebony mines, or working in the ash rice fields… all because I was having withdrawals from skooma and went looking for a fix… Stumbled into a murder scene without realising and the blame got pinned on me. After I got released I came to skyrim looking to make a better life for myself… only to immediately get shot by a strange blue khajiit rambling on about how he was sorry and he wanted my half of a payment… Poor fellow had a wild look in his eyes I remember too well, I’m fairly certain he was high on that poison…

Kaidan: You feel sorry for him? After that?

Shamat: Yes… I only managed to kick my addiction after being imprisoned… sometimes I still think of it but then I remember the whips around my legs… the argonians were set free but house dres still holds the chains… they made good use of them on lowlifes like me… I hope that poor fellow can kick his addiction. *sips at his tea* But, after he shot me I woke up on a cart bound for Helgen… and well, now I’m apparently the dragonborn. But, I won’t know for certain until I climb that mountain I guess.

Kaidan: you sure had an interesting life up until now. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were the dragonborn having seen you fight… *looks at the mark on his forehead* Was that a punishment too?… like some twisted way of marking you as a criminal?

Shamat: what? Oh- heh. No. Just a birthmark but… it might as well be a punishment. Apparently after the death of two of the living gods, the disappearance of vivec, and the death of ur dagoth and the eruption of red mountain, it was enough of a bad omen my mother sold me to the temple the day I was born… They named me Shamat, because it sounds like Sharmat. Ur dagoth’s title… I was treated so poorly there that the streets of blacklight felt safer for me… a lot of it’s a blur, mostly begging for food, getting into fights, and eventually making the worst mistake of my life and drinking that poison for the first time. *sighs and looks at Kaidan before gesturing to his tattoo* What about you? Was that a punishment?

Kaidan: no. But it might as well have been… it was a dumb decision I’m still suffering the memories from to this day…

Shamat: *pats his back* I’m sorry to hear it friend… Seems we’ve both made dumb decisions in our lives… let’s put our best feet forward and try to make something better of ourselves.

Kaidan: aye… let’s do that then…

Please can we hear more about darra getting high on the college roof with enthir and drevis? Also yesss spicy art is always good!! Never underestimate this site's thirst for elves

HELLO! Thank you for reminding me of this :] and thank you for affirming the thirst for elves lol

Who: Darra Salvi, new hire/part-time research assistant/fetcher who gets things; Drevis Neloren, full-time illusion instructor and professional scatterbrain; Enthir, OG fetcher who gets things (J'zargo was invited, but probably took mild offense.)

The menu: probably a couple edibles, nothing like skooma (fortunately/unfortunately it just gives Darra a bad trip and she never took to it), cheap ale smuggled into college grounds, Valenwood cheese, cheap Dunmer liquor from Solstheim

What happened:

The real instruction was the friends we made along the way: Darra learns a lot of tricks she wouldn't have picked up in a classroom setting.

Drevis Neloren (escaping faculty meetings) rambling about how their administration seems to want to network with Master Neloth and the Bards' College, but the only Telvanni in College grounds wants nothing to do with this so Drevis is being sent off to Solstheim. Darra offers to swap places to get out of the cold, ends up taking an extended holiday in Solstheim.

Plenty of affirmation of "yes, you can be a fool or a fetcher and be a half decent mage. Not that either of us are fools or fetchers."

Talks on Falmer texts and Dovahzul ("You get the data, we'll prepare the book")

Nobody asked, but I’m having more skyrim misadventures:

So like I’m on my way to Riften, right? Gotta go visit my temple and find a fence to support my burgeoning Life Of Crime

But I found this random shack along the way? So I popped by to go poke it. And some guy was there like “yeah I’m guarding a skooma den. You wanna go in? There’s a secret trapdoor over there”

And I was like “sure I like secret trapdoors” so y’know I wander inside and there’s this nice lady who’s all “hey you wanna buy some skooma ;)” and I’m all “no ;)” and she was like “you sure ;)” and I was like “yeah ;)” but Anyway she gave me a free sample and it was pretty chill

But THEN I opened a different door? And there was a vampire behind it??? And now everyone wants to kill me?????? So things are Pretty Awkward at the moment

And I’m really not sure how to salvage this

Petition For Todd Coward To Add The Lilmothiit Race To ES6, And Add My Fursona In As One

so my skyrim character *folds hands* hes like eighteen and probably the biggest fucking troll ever good talos i mentioned him last post but his name is dar'kir (dar is a khajiit prefix meaning thief) and honestly right now? hes got like 20k gold in stolen goods on his person and he doesn't have a home so hes just splitting it between himself and his follower kjaro (i forget how to spell his beautiful name) and these two... honestly they're the best damn khajiit friends ever like they drink skooms and shit and go off and fight wolves and by now im p sure kjaro is realizing his caravan gig was SHIT dar'kir over here sniping random ass bandits and giving all their shit to kjaro to carry as they make their way to like the nearest town dar'kir fucking hates miss pushes you off of cliffs more commonly known as serana

i like your skyrim stuff and i wanna know more about the funky little dudes you posted in those “sentences” lol. instead of asking for more snips

You have made a mistake. Prepare for an essay.

But, joking aside, they’re Morrowind characters. I do like Skyrim, but Morrowind is my favorite game of all time and the entire reason I got into the TES fandom years ago. I don’t talk about it much on here because everyone is here for Half-Life and HRV, but... you know what? I’mma take this opportunity. To yell.

About The Guys(tm).

So, basically, in my Personal Canon, I don’t just have a Nerevarine (i.e. Protagonist) character. I have an entire crew of people who help him get through things because it just seems... more realistic for my Extremely Flawed and Terrible Nerevarine. Also, I just had a lot of characters conjured up as a teenager and it was fun to evolve it over time so they’re all friends.

They are, as follows:

- Jo’Karsa (a.k.a. “Karsaga”). Battlemage born under the Atronach. Afflicted with Wombburn. Also the Nerevarine. He’s an abnormally large Cathay-raht who has had an unusual upbringing. He was originally an orphan plucked off the streets in Corinthe and trafficked to Morrowind where he was sold as a slave. As fate would have it, a houseman under his owner took a shine to him and stole him away when they fled to Cyrodiil to avoid political assassination. Karsaga has been raised Telvanni in Imperial territory so, despite being a mighty brute of a Khajiit, he has an extreme affinity for magic and an equally extreme disconnect from his Khajiiti roots.

He speaks like a Dunmer, carries himself like a Dunmer, and has very Telvanni sensibilities. He also has an extensive criminal record from his time spent as a bandit outside of Cheydinhal, and that is eventually how he ends up on the prison boat that sends him to Morrowind. He has a bunch of aliases and an unhealthy penchant for drink and smoke. Not a fan of skooma, though. As gruff and sarcastic as he is, he has a very silver tongue and a way of winning people over and talking himself out of trouble.

Also, “youth born under a certain sign?” Nah, this bitch is 34. And smells like a wet dog.

- Dasrazel. Altmer Nightblade and Quarra vampire. He contracted his vampiric curse while trying to save his lover from the clutches of an undead menace during the Second Era, after a life working various quasilegal oddjobs that brought shame on his noble family. In life, he was a likeable but lowkey individual, and in undeath he’s still very lowkey... but perhaps not as likeable. He has to take a low dose of a calming potion to keep the inherent, violent bloodlust of his Quarra curse at bay, and it does a lot to deaden his emotions. Combine that with hundreds of years to learn how to not give a fuck, and you have a very blunt, stoic, matter-of-fact creature who only very occasionally makes quips and usually just wants to be left alone.

He is Karsaga’s closest ally, right hand man, and platonic soulmate. They met after Karsaga robbed him blind at a bar (thinking him to just be some weird, frail elf), and Dasrazel took pity on him after Karsaga ran him through with an iron saber and panicked when it... did nothing. Their bond is one of a mutual distaste for most people and Dasrazel’s desire to have companionship again.

They’re very much bros, even if Dasrazel spends most of his time not understanding why Karsaga is the way he is.

-  Neira Brenur. Dunmer Witchhunter and low-ranking member of House Redoran. She’s the daughter of a Camonna Tong member and an Ashlander woman, though her mother is dead and she spends a lot of time trying to distance herself from her racist father. She joined Redoran in hopes of atoning for the crime of just being born into a bad family, but has a really difficult time fitting in. She’s very meek and empathetic and does better in controlled duels than actual combat. The idea of actually hurting an opponent makes her sick to her stomach.

She kind of just happened to Karsaga one day, courtesy of him running afoul of her not-so-popular friend, Vandrith (we’ll get to that trainwreck later). She mainly acts as a translator for Vandrith and tries to play mediator when Karsaga starts getting too aggressive with others. She’s in good with some odd folks in Redoran and a very aggressive supporter of the Tribunal Temple, which makes it hard for her to wrap her mind around Karsaga’s existence as the Nerevarine.

Also, the fact she’s an absolute pushover means she just accepts the less-than-savory people Karsaga pals around with. She’s got a big heart and feels actual pity for his blasphemous, undead, and criminal friends. They’re good people on the inside (probably).

- Vandrith Valen. Dunmer Ordinator and conglomeration of a lot of factors coming together in the worst way possible. He is naturally “blessed by Azura” and has some degree of prophetic power, though he’s choked it down after a life of being raised Indoril. He also came to the unfortunate realization after being stationed on Vvardenfell, that he is also a descendant of House Dagoth and is haunted by the Poison Song, a “song” sent out by Dagoth Ur that warps the minds of those who are of his blood and turns them into Sleepers and Dreamers.

These two traits do not mesh well and make Vandrith more than a little unstable.

Vandrith is... prone to erratic behavior and violent outbursts and is largely under the care of his paternal uncle, Tuls Valen, the head priest of the Ald’ruhn Temple. Vandrith is also a clever and tricky bastard who has been trying to figure out how to discern Dagoth Ur’s plans from the Poison Song in order to prevent bad things from happening. Usually, he can keep things under control, but extremely bad visions, close proximity to items/places corrupted by House Dagoth, and stress can cause him to be difficult.

Beyond this, though, he’s not what you’d expect from an Ordinator. He’s very witty with a somewhat bawdy sense of humor, a very devil-may-care attitude, and he’s a huge fan of causing mischief. He forced his way into Karsaga’s social circle due to his absolute certainty that Karsaga could bring down Dagoth Ur, and Neira is his closest (and for a long time only) friend, who has figured out what all of his weird ramblings mean.

- Bashinga. Sorceress and Aundae vampire. She is an old acquaintance of Dasrazel’s who has ties to Telvanni, the Mage’s Guild, and several circles of warlocks and witches. She’s very much a self-serving sort, more interested in the acquisition of power than the wellbeing of Morrowind, but she is fiercely protective of the people she deems worthy (and she has a soft spot for Neira she can’t really explain).

Once upon a time, she was a dancer and performer with a traveling circus, and her fall into undeath and wizardry was a happy accident after being taken as cattle by rogue Aundae. She’s got a good set of vocal cords and can move with grace and ease, but she speaks very bitterly a lot of the time and is difficult to get along with.

She’s one of those people who Karsaga immediately took a shine to because they both like to sit around and bitch about people. Dasrazel and Bashinga mostly get along by the time-honored tradition of “two very gay individuals being catty at each other as a sign of affection, though outsiders would think they hate one another.”

- Jai Swift-Fly. Cathay assassin and member of the Morag Tong. She was born and raised in Elsweyr in a more tribal environment, and is an old friend of Vandrith’s (odd, considering they met because she took a grey writ to knock him off and, instead, he knocked her out). She mostly comes into the fold because Karsaga needed somebody to break into the Ministry of Truth to free Mehra Milo, and she came highly recommended (by Vandrith; Vandrith recommended her). 

She’s a married mother of two, is big and strong and very proud of being big and strong, and a crack shot with a bow. She’s also deaf as hell and communicates through a series of homebrew gestures. Her decision to stick around and help Karsaga after completing the job she was hired to do stems primarily from her extreme curiosity. She has no stake in the Nerevarine Prophecy or this group of losers, but by god does she want to see what it looks like when a god dies.

Fun fact: Jai is dead by the events of Skyrim, but two of her descendants remain. Shevah and J’Rakka. They’re a brother-and-sister duo. Shevah is as much of a curious, troublemaking adventurer as her so-many-greats grandmother. J’Rakka is a werewolf who mostly hunts bounties to make a living.

- Dravyn Telvayn (no picture of him, sorry D:). Dunmer assassin and member of the Morag Tong. Former highwayman and current Berne vampire. Husband of Jai and perpetually confused, mainly over the fact he has kids with Jai and... well, every book he’s read has indicated that that should be impossible for a variety of reasons. He lives in the sewers of the Arena canton in Vivec City and is allowed work in the Morag Tong due to his efficacy at eliminating very high risk targets, though he’s basically “on his own” if he ever gets caught. They’re sure as fuck not giving him writs of execution to present to guards when the Tong could end up fucked over if their relationship with a vampire gets out.

He’s mostly in the background and tags along due to his extreme dedication to Jai. He doesn’t get along with hardly anyone but her, though he is the one who coined the term “Council of Accidents” in relation to him, Dasrazel, and Bashinga. He feels a loose kinship with them in that they’re all members of different vampire clans, but all members whose sires want nothing to do with them, rendering them outcasts. Even after the events of Morrowind, he keeps in infrequent contact with the others. 

After Jai’s death, he acts as a weird “ancestral guardian” to his own descendants. As of the time of Skyrim, he spends most of his time trying to keep Shevah from getting killed. He is very tired. She is a lot.

Sheogorath big naturals

Fire Salts

Erikah’s heart dropped. She had to be either the dumbest woman in all Tamriel, or she possessed some sort of secret allure that specifically attracted vampires. Smoke hanging from her mouth, she took a step back, as if feigning a retreat. She would never admit it to Val, but she was now quite thankful she had at least already seen a vampire transform so it wasn’t as much of a shock. “Alright, alright,” she said reluctantly, holding up a hand. “I’m pretty sure we can work this out.” They obviously would have known she was bluffing before, but her heart was truly racing now. As she talked, her other hand reached towards to the silver etched weapon. Though the dagger wasn’t meant for these particular vampires, she was happy to have had it on her. It was very unlikely she could kill one vampire, much less three, even with all of the right weapons. As she fumbled with the clasp, a better idea suddenly struck her. “What do vampires like..?“ she said rambling. It didn't matter what she said, so long as it least somewhat entertained them.  “You want me to do the skooma? I’ll do the skooma,” she said, trying to edge her way to the table with the alchemical ingredients. Reaching into her pocket she took out her matches. “Fuck it, you got anything you want me to try? I’m ready to go out with a bang,” she with a suicidal laugh. She prayed this worked. With well-practiced ease, she struck one and the tiny flame lit up. Ok, so maybe not that impressive, but if she recalled, it had irritated Val.  Showing them the match, she hoped that they would at least back up some. Maybe they would even laugh at how stupid the antic was. But then, she flicked the match towards the table with the alchemical ingredients. The fire salts on the table took to the flame immediately and began to spread. Though she didn't normally like being so close to fire, she preferred it to the vampires, she she moved her back against the table as the other ingredients that were flammable began to catch flame.

whumptober 22: Withdrawal

Fandom: Skyrim

Title: If It's Not Mine and It's Not Yours...

Characters: S’ariq, Ko’va (my khajiit oc)

Rating: G/T

Ko’va’s left ear twitched, half listening to Inigo’s rambling as she walked upstairs in Heljarchen Hall. Construction for the home was coming along well.

At the top of the stairs, she turned and saw S’ariq by the new enchantment station.

“Hey, S’ariq,” Ko’va greeted. “What’s new?”

“Ko’va,” S’ariq replied, nodding his head to return the greeting. “S’ariq has a question for you. If you don’t mind.”

“Oh?”

“While he was poking around the other day, S’ariq found a bottle-“ S’ariq leaned to look over the banister and dropped his voice. “-of skooma hidden in the floorboards.” He leaned back to look at Ko’va again, his voice rising above a whisper, but still lower than its normal volume. “Did you put it there?”

This was not a secret conversation, but some…discretion wouldn’t hurt with this subject.

“No worries if you did,” S’ariq added as he watched Ko’va’s ears shoot up. “S’ariq just has a history with the stuff and the temptation tests him.”

“It’s not mine,” Ko’va answered, voice slightly low as well, honey eyes flickering over the banister to glance at Inigo. “I’ve never gotten into the habit. It always made me puke when I tried it.”

S’ariq snorted with amusement.

Ko’va knew that this was a semi-serious conversation, but she felt her curiosity prodding her.

“Why did you stop drinking skooma,” she asked.

“His mane,” S’ariq answered, pointing to his hair. “He lost it once during a skooma-craze. He mistook it as another khajiit growing out of his head. Very unpleasant.”

Ko’va winced.

“Yikes. The sounds awful.”

A flash of movement caught their eyes. Ko’va and S’ariq both looked over the banister again to see Inigo moving his arms as he told another story.

Ko’va looked back to S’ariq.

“Is it still there?”

“Yes.”

Ko’va hummed in thought.

“Well, let’s just leave it for now,” Ko’va said. “No need for us to make assumptions. Or make something out of what could be nothing. Let’s just…wait for now.”

“Khajiit can work with that.”

Game Journal 05/05/20: Time For TESO Vol 2: Mystery Of The Skooma Cat.

Who is the Skooma Cat?  Why does he watch over us?  Where did he get that collar?  Why is he extremely not at all the iconic madgod Sheogorath?  All these questions and more and will not be asked, nor answered, in today’s game journal.  They sure do lead into my post today though, which will mostly be aimless ramblings about my day of playing TESO with my friend! The Elder Scrolls Online is silly as hell, and one thing I truly do like about it is the way you can stumble on some incredibly weird quests. Quests like the aforementioned Skooma Cat, seemingly a billion different heists, and even a detective story featuring a Khajit named “Thunderboots”.  Hell, just in this Eleswyr expansion alone I found out that apparently talking cats, normal cats not cat people, are just a thing in this universe?  There were cats in Elder Scrolls before right?  Am I just nuts?  Has there been a long standing lore precedent for talking cats wearing eyepatches?  No?  Wearing little collars and talking in thick Scottish accents?  What was up with that one?  What’s that cat’s deal?

The Skooma Cat was leading us on a grand adventure here, if only we could figure out who he was.

It’s hard for me to believe that this expansion pack is about Dragons, because I’ve seen, like, one of them.  Granted me and my friend have been playing a lot of side quests for the most part, so I guess we just haven’t really run into them, but right now Dragons seem like the least bizarre thing I could stumble onto at any given moment.  Elder Scrolls Online sells itself as a much more serious minded game than it actually is.  If I were on the marketing team for these games I think I’d lean into the goofball charm a lot more than it seems like they do.  Then again, what do I know?  I barely even read the quest dialogue in this game, for all I know this thing should win a Pulitzer.  

Also, you know what?  I’ll parlay with the dragons and let them burn Tamriel to the ground if they really want to, as long as one of them explains to me why all of a sudden there’s talking cats.

Random Screenshot Of The Day:

But that Skooma Cat!  Who was that?!  Maybe I’ll ask this guy, odd name but he seems nice.  Seems to enjoy cheese!

Stray (Game?) Notes: 

- The mystery of Skooma Cat will endure, I’m milking this joke as hard as I possibly can.

- What’s the over under on them making a Shivering Isles TESO expansion pack?  They gotta right?  They have to be running up against sections of Tamriel that Bethesda wants to do in Normal Elder Scrolls games.

- I bought the Season Pass for South Park The Fractured But Whole, it’s....been a long time since I played that, but I think it might be fun to get in on some DLC for that one?  I remember enjoying it quite a bit at the time.  Not as good as Stick of Truth, but still really fun! 

Name: Taryn Carius

Any Nicknames?: nah unless u count the hero of kvatch 😎

Age: 19 (baby)

Gender: man

Race: imperial

Place of Birth: he was actually born in skyrim on a small farm just north of the border, but left when he was 18 to seek his fortune in cyrodiil

Sexual Orientation: gay

Current relationship status: single but gettin funky w it

Criminal Record: a lot of minor offenses for trespassing, theft, etc

Political Views: he doesn’t really know a lot about the more complex political tensions of the time. tends to be respectful of authority bc he was raised that way but is beginning to develop some doubts about the empire

Places of Residence: as previously mentioned, his family farm in skyrim. after a while of fucking around in cyrodiil he buys that house on the imperial waterfront, then a few years after the oblivion crisis he retires in cheydinhal

Occupation: ... . hero? adventurer? thief?

Titles: by the end of his life: champion of cyrodiil, knight of the white stallion, arena champion, gray fox, guildmaster of the fighters guild, and **********

Hobbies: alchemy / botany!

Interested in Magic? Which schools?: a little, he’s not a mage at all but he’s picked up some restoration spells as well as a couple lock opening spells out of necessity

Interested in weapon or hand to hand combat?: weapon for sure, he’s a terror with a blade

Interested in robbing Tamriel blind?: not BLIND but he does steal from people if they have cool stuff, he prefers grand-scale theft like the thieves guild quests more than petty theft/pickpocketing —EDIT: reverse this hes a petty thief through and through

Earliest Memory: [EXPAND]

Most positive memories in their life?: time on the farm with his mom, she taught him a lot of plant identification as well as his first basic healing spell

Most negative memories in their life?: the end of the oblivion crisis and martins death was horrible for him so he disappeared into the shivering isles, which fucked with his head even more- upon his return, he spent some time on skooma, roaming around to different daedric shrines and generally being super miserable until he joined the fighters guild and kind of picked himself back up

Do they idolize anyone?: martin septim which is partially why his death messed with him so bad. he was literally in love with him, thought they were kindred spirits, n never told him or anyone

Go ahead and ramble off about anything in particular about them you want to share!: he’s just my good boy

"A change is coming. Everything changes. Even Daedric Princes. Especially Daedric Princes."

Sheogorath, Sheggorath, Forth Corner of the House of Troubles, Lord of the Never-There, The Gentleman With a Cane, The Sithis-Shaped Hole of the World, The Skooma Cat, Ann Marie, Lord of the Creative, Lord of the Deranged, Mad One, Mad Lord, Mad Star, Mad God, Master of the Madhouse, Sovereign of the Shivering Isles, and Daedric Prince of Madness.

Sheogorath, as Prince of Madness, is best known for spreading his craft throughout Tamriel. Some noted examples of this have included driving the son of a boring king mad to end his dull but oppressive reign, sentencing a man to death for growing a beard, making it rain flaming dogs on a village of Khajiit, murdering a woman so he could make the first musical instruments in history from her corpse, forcing a reincarnated Dunmer hero to stab a Bull Netch with a fork, and individually besting every other Daedric Prince through some form of trickery. Perhaps his most noted action as a Prince was the destruction of the Island of Vvardenfell by hurling Baar Dau at Vivec City, causing the Red Year.

Sheogorath, in truth, is the Daedric Prince of Order, Jyggalag. Before recorded history, Jyggalag's expanding realm frightened the other Princes into an alliance against him. The Princes united against him, and defeated the Prince of Order by cursing him with madness. Only returning to his original form once an Era, the reborn Jyggalag would conquer and destroy his realm, before reverting back to Sheogorath. Jyggalag would be forgotten by time, as nothing but a historical footnote.

Sheogorath has produced more known artifacts than nearly all of his peers. The most famous of his artifacts is his Wabbajack, which causes random magical effects on those its used on. There is also the Gambolpuddy, which makes its wearer both stronger and weaker. Another is the Fork of Horripilation, also affectionately called "Forky" by Sheogorath, which curses its wielder's ability to use magicka, or just drains it completely. Next is the Staff of the Everscamp, which causes four scamps to follow around the staff bearer until the bearer finds someone who is willing to take the staff from them. One more is the Folium Discognitum, which is a nearly incomprehensible scrawl of the ramblings of madmen. There is also Neb-Crescen, a blade which gives its wielder the desire to kill everyone when they hold it. His most powerful artifact is arguably the eponymous Staff of Sheogorath, with the power to stop time itself, and is a Symbol of Office of the Madgod.

Sheogorath's Plane of Oblivion is most commonly referred to as the Shivering Isles, but has also been called the Madhouse, or the Asylum. His realm is notable for its high population of mortals living there as citizens of his Realm. Divided between the "two shades of madness", Dementia and Mania, the Realm is fraught with conflict and various displays of insanity.

Sheogorath has appeared in Daggerfall, Morrowind, Oblivion, Skyrim, ESO, and Legends. Sheogorath has also had two different game expansions based upon him, Oblivion's Shivering Isles and Legend's Isle of Madness.