It's Tough to be a God... (part 2)

[Throgor POV}

Moving up the steps of the Library I think back on the tasks I've done to reach this far. 

From first entering this realm, becoming The Duke of Mania, And now here I am about to remake The Staff of Sheogorath. 

I had gotten the eye from the crazy cultist lady. Moved to the depths of the shade roots and fought my copy. An interesting enough fight in of itself. Learned just how far I have come from the sniveling boy who wouldn't pay attention in lessons. There was a kid before there was a man.

Life had been an interesting road so far. My clan, while most famous because of my grandmother, was always both ready to help each other and a cutthroat competition in itself. Hard not to be when your clanmates are either thieves or mages. 

I was always the most physical of my siblings. Always running around. I never one to sit still. That turned into running in the dead of night with my mates with our scores. 

Later that turned into running actual scores for the thieves guild. Then one day after a job gone bad... I was abandoned. Guards caught me and I was thrown into a cell. 

It was also the day that changed my life. Meeting the emperor in person, then having to watch as the Mythic Dawn assassin drove a blade into his heart from behind.

That one moment of watching the most powerful person on Tamriel be murdered before my eyes. It woke me up. 

I escaped from the sewers soon after. Lost with no purpose I wandered. Ended up near Kvatch. Only to see the nightmare that was born from what I witnessed.

Rushing forward with no real thought as I sought to help the people. Defending the women and children as I could. The dagger I wielded dulled as I fought. Wounds piled on as I moved forward. 

After securing the town with the guards I was roped into what seemed an impossible task. To storm Oblivion itself. The hellscape I witness inside was horrifying. The torture chambers filled with captives still haunt me to this day. 

Ultimately, we were successful. Though it was credited to me... I don't know if I could say the same. Not long later I was able to make contact with the Blades. 

Direction... That is what was given to me. Somewhere to go. Something that needed to be done.

Following their orders I found Martin. A man at the time was totally unfit for rule. He was overwhelmed by the responsibilities thrust upon him in a short time. But soon he took to a fish in water. I saw in real time just what it meant to be of dragon blood. 

He trained as I continued missions. He studied the Dedric text while most would go mad. He proved to us all, He could lead. He grew to his station. 

At times, I felt myself falling behind. In the in-between I started to help out the Guild once more. Making a name for myself as it so happened. Even freed the Gray Cowl from it's curse. 

Then came the arena. The bodies I tore through to claim the Title as the Champion of the Arena.

When It came time to rejoin the efforts of the Crisis... I was ready. As much as I could be.

Soon after retrieving Azura's Star I was on my way into Oblivion once more. To find the Bastard Elf Mankar Camoran. 

His "Paradise" as he called it, sad really, was filled with people who simply wished to die. To be free from the clutches of Camoran after being tortured by the Dedra that inhabited the realm. 

When I finally reached the end of the realm I found Mankar Camoran and his kids. It was a difficult fight... I barely made it out alive in all honesty. With my dagger thrust into his heart I ripped the amulet of kings from his corpse. 

I needed to recover for a night before I was able to speak of the events. When i reappeared in Cloud Ruler Temple I was a bloody mess.

But then the unthinkable happened. Mehrunes Dagon launched an attack against the Imperial City. 

It was a miracle we made it through the mess. But sadly, we didn't make it in time. We were too late to light the Dragonfire. 

In the end I watched as my best friend. The only real friend I had ever truly made... Give his life for our world. 

After those events I revisited Cloud Ruler Temple. I just wanted to be able to just morn the loss of my friend. Upon returning there I was greeted to an interesting sight. 

My friend happened to be just as lustful as his Father, it seemed. He had a few mistresses during his time there. I ended up speaking with them as they told me their stories. In the end I spoke with the Grandmaster of the Blades.

I didn't want my friend's bloodline to die, I saw the changes coming with the death of the last adult Septim. These women were with children yet to be. Two of them to be exact. 

To let the Blood of Dragons live on we decided It was to be kept secret. Our secret.

The two women were named Aurora and Nemi. Maids as it so happened. A Nord and Bretton. Such as the case we decided to make arrangements for them. They would live far away from the Imperial City. From the center of the Empire. 

There Children would not be controlled and The Septim Dynasty would end.

I moved across the continent myself to bring them to their new homes. One would be housed in High Rock. The House of Ravenwatch would be their home. The other would move to Skyrim, she had family among the clans in the Rift. 

Upon my return came the news of the Portal outside the City. With my reputation I was asked to investigate. Then came the invitation. 

I found them my family, The ones being invited of course. Finding them was easy enough with the rumor trains around town. My grandmother herself was there. Then the two who would change my life once more.

Azarius, The kid was a bundle of energy just like I was myself. Training him when he asked me to was calming. A slower pace than I had felt in the last year. His brother also helped me without my realizing. It was like he already had been in my boots before. 

Knowing what I know now that isn't far a stretch. But they brought a bit of color I hadn't seen much after Martin's Death. 

Step by step the stairs I moved. Reaching the Library where the last remnant of Order was. A listless man who had seen all the world had to offer without experiencing it himself. He had the knowledge of Mundus at his fingertips, But resigned to just knowing it.

Walking up to the man resting on a chair in the ruins he spoke, "Despite all predictions here you stand. The Items in hand. You defy the path set before you again and again. However what comes next is unclear. If you wish to confront what is to come. I will make the staff for you."

The monotone voice of the old man ringing out in the destroyed remains as I pull the staff and eye from the ring my grandmother made. The trick was a godsend from the times I lugged around a pack.

Handing them over he looks them over and says, "You posses the Eye and the branch. But they hold no power. As such they will need to be bathed in the power of the realm after this." 

The eye and staff float in front of him as he holds his hands out. Magicka flared around the staff head as it wiggled and opened. The eye drifted into the open branch heads until it sat snug inside. Then they Wrapped around the eye as if embracing it.

"This completes the physical form of the staff. Now it needs to be empowered. Take this to the Font of Madness in the Palace. Bathe the Staff in the essence that flows of this realm. Then you will have your Badge of Office, the Staff of Sheogorath."

"Thank you for your assistance." I said. 

"It is no matter. Even If you fail as I have predicted there will be no loss on my part."

Not deigning him with a response I left. The old man wasn't the type for casual conversation anyways.

With time I made it back to the outskirts of the city. Dedra were patrolling outside. In the far distance a man was sitting atop cross legged in the center of the city wall. The white hair gleamed in the morning sun of the Shivering Isles. A small smirk played on my lips.

Walking through the Mania gateway I saw My grandmother was organizing the city guard. Setting up defenses and altering the layouts for shelters. She noticed me immediately and sent a nod my way.

With my reliable grandmother in charge who was I to judge.

Picking up my pace soon I was upon the castle. I was welcomed by more Dedra standing ready for combat at the peak. Many who saw me saluted.

As I moved through the final doorway into the Throne room I saw an interesting sight. A Dedric Prince sat to the side of the room. Her lap held the head of the boy I put my trust in. The gentle smile of worry was on the Princes face as she looked upon the sleeping boy.

My steps were muffled on the carpet runway of the room as I approached them. She looked to me as I neared them.

"He rests as he has done much, Mad One."

Her way of addressing me was... odd. But not misplaced. I could feel it. My time here and what I had accomplished so far. Now was just the ending of the story. Kneeling beside them I looked at the pair.

"And I thank him for all he has done for me." I spoke earnestly to the mother in front of me. 

 Azarius stirred awake at that moment. With a yawn and a stretch combined he tried to refocus his surroundings. Recognizing me he said with a bit of tiredness "Is it time yet?"

A gentle smile formed on my own face as I said, "Yeah we are at the final step."

As if the tiredness was a ploy he hopped to his feet from his mothers lap and stood. Energy fit for a child's excitement written on his face as he said, "Then what are we waiting for! lets go lets go!"

A chuckle left me as I stood up. A weight was lifted at that moment. All of my life seemed to flash as I came to the center of the room. Walking along the path up to the Throne. Passing Haskell as he stared at It, I moved up the stairs. My hand rested on the corner of the Throne for a moment as I felt It. 

The wide smile as I noticed Azarius off to the other side as he waited to see. 

Pulling the staff from the Ring I held it to the Font. Then I slowly dipped the Staff of Sheogorath into it. Then from the depths of my soul the connection formed. 

Ripping the Staff from the Font with a splash I could feel the power ripple from the staff into me. The Staff Changed slightly as it shrunk into a cane. Tossing and regripping the staff at the eye as I moved around the Throne once more. 

A soft but echoing THUNK resounded the Throne Room as I struck the ground. Then I slowly relaxed into the Throne while looking at Haskell. The chamberlain, NO! My chamberlain held a wide smile on his face as he looked upon me. 

Then I felt it. The Realm. This was all so much more than just a "Place". But sadly like most things so far in my time here in the Isles Order must ruin it.

One of My saints rushed into the Throne room and was stunned for a moment. She quickly composed herself saluted and said, "My Lord! The forces of Order have begun their assault upon New Sheoth. The Outer Perimeter and City are under control for now with the forces present."

A grimace formed on the Saint's face as she continued, "But they are also about to assault the outer courtyard of the palace. They are growing Obelisks as we speak outside!"

Taking a deep breath as Power flowed from the realm into me I stood. "Then let's go. I will lead the charge for the forces of the castle."

Azarius was next to me immediately as I walked to the gateway into the Throne Room. Now at least I wouldn't fight alone.

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Be an Object Of devotion!

Be the Subject, Of Psalms... 

Such a Rather touching Notion! 

Deserves Stones!

AN:// Almost theree!!!!!!!! Hope you like the little Easter egg.