A daedric aspect, servant to the high king?! (Private for diokno44)

[grandsword]

"Nine damn it all..he's awakening me again. Which..can only mean he has something amusing only to him that he's going to inflict.." Were the thoughts on the mind of Jovia Nero, or as history knew him..the hero of kvatch. Of course, that title was long in the past. Now, he was but the mortal aspect of sheogorath, having taken the mantle In hope of better combating Dagon's invasion. He'd never have thought it'd end up with him being his godly half's favorite plaything, but..that's how it ended up.

[diokno44]

As soon as the words left his mouth, Sheogorath appeared, his beard trim and his hair slicked back. "Ah, little mortal me, there yah are, how are you doing on this fine dance? Cheesey?" He grinned.

[grandsword]

"You know exactly how I'm doing sheo. You're the one that put me down here in the fountainhead." Jovia huffed, chained in his upside down throne of roots and horns. No doubt a twisted mirror of sheogorath's own throne above. "What, have you grown bored of pestering haskill already, or perhaps you want to once again debate how we could have saved Martin?" He added, rolling his eyes.

[diokno44]

"Well, not exactly, you see, there's this one mortal Ol' Aky has blessed, some fallen count that's taken up residence in the former home of one of Molag's minions, and, well, I've decided to give you a lil vacation back on. Nirn, whadda yah say?" Sheogorath tapped his staff on the ground.

[grandsword]

"I suppose I don't gain anything by hanging out here." The former hero of kvatch stated with a sigh. "Fine. Send me out. Just give me my arena champion armor, the blade of woe and let me loose." He didn't need any weapons, as his fists were honed beyond any blade, but he liked the blade of woe.

[diokno44]

"Eh, alright, and don't worry,he's a good guy, just, eh, don't mention his family, touchy subject." Sheogorath snapped his fingers, and the Hero was whisked away, like a leaf on a breeze.

(My character owns Castle Volkhiar.)

[grandsword]

(Figured.)
Jovia felt the familiar sensation of falling, before his vision went black. When it returned, he looked around, seeming to be chained up in a dungeon. "Oh..oh grand. He knows I hate waking up in jail.." He muttered, silently cursing sheo for his location.

[diokno44]

Lydia moved towards the cell and peered in, "So, you must be the new servant my master requested, get up, let's get you into your new outfit." She unlocked the door, "And don't move, otherwise, your life may not be the only thing you're missing." She held the point if her blade, pointing it at his groin.

[grandsword]

"Well, at least the mad god didn't send me into a hive of ugly men. Positives." He muttered, rolling his eyes, though he followed the command, staying still.

[diokno44]

Lydia removed the handcuffs, and shoved him into a small room with a bucket of water, a washcloth, and a chest, "Get cleaned up, your uniform is in that chest."

(The outfit consists of a black doublet, black pants, black shoes, all with a gold trim, and the diaper.)