[Third Person POV. Focus: Black Prior]
The mortal men always start wars. Wars are unavoidable with conflicting minds, believes and spirits. Arguments turn into conflict which then turns into violence. Violence, in time is stopped. War is just a conflict amongst great powers which turn violent, but this violence effects us all.
There was a loyal warrior who would do anything to see his side win, but he was just a warrior, not a commander, not the leader. He had ideas that would change the tide of war, but no one would listen to the men on the front line. They were disposable, there for not listened too.
Until one day. The warrior wakes up, and the first thing he notices is a grey haired man in purple and orange. People knew who this newcomer was, but the warrior didn't. He stands up and grabs his great sword that was near his bed roll. The warrior points the sharp end of his sword at the strange man.
"Well, aren't you a fast one. Oh, you'll do just fine." The stranger says. "Come with me, warrior."
"No." The warrior stands his ground. He adjusts his grip on his great sword. "Who are you, and what do you want with me?"
"I'm Sheogorath, Daedric prince of madness!" The man says a little too happily. "I can offer ya something ya can't refuse, warrior!" He puts his hands on his waist. "So, you in?"
"No, of course I'm not in! I have no idea what I'm getting myself into if I go with you!" The warrior points his sword at Sheogorath. "You said it yourself that you're insane."
"What if I said I could give you the means to end this war!?" Sheogorath says suddenly. The warrior knits his brow.
"What are you talking about, old man?" The warrior grabs his shield. "How exactly could you help me win this war?"
"You're the warrior the commanders won't listen to, correct?" The warrior nods slowly. "Well! I can give you the power to kill your enemies, and not die yourself! Well, not permanent die, but you can still die!"
"That doesn't sound appealing at all." He says under his breath to what Sheogorath said.
"I know, I know!" Sheogorath lifts his hands up. "But hear me out. You'll have the power to lob off heads and tear out intestines! You'll have the fuel to kill and kill until your head explodes! Not literally, figuratively. Or maybe literally, I forget which one, but never mind that. The battle will be yours, if you take my offer of course. You'll be off lobbing heads in no time!"
"Alright mad man. I'll take your offer only because I'll probably die on this battlefield anyway. If I die by my head exploding then it doesn't matter if I'm going to die anyway. How do we do this?" The warrior says, and sheaths his sword. He straps on his armor, and grabs his shield. "Let's go before this battle resumes."
"Splendid!" The prince says, then opens a portal. "Through this portal, warrior! Eh, wait! Before you go, what is your name? I never caught it, and I can't do business with an unnamed warrior." Sheogorath says.
"Vortiger. Now let's go, shall we?" Vortiger says, and walks through the portal, even though he didn't know where he was going.
Once through the portal, Vortiger looks around at the strange land he landed in. It was almost like an over grown colorful forest. "Welcome to the Shivering Isles, Vortiger!" Sheogorath says behind him. "Now... I must test you before I make you the best warrior in Tamriel! I can't make the best warrior with a bad warrior, now can I? No! I can't!" He says, and he sounds angry suddenly, but his demeanor changes. "I'll see you on the other side! Haha!" The prince suddenly disappears, leaving the warrior alone in the strange land.
"Hey! Dont just leave me here! There's a battle to be fought, not games to be played!" Vortiger yells, but realizes the prince isn't coming back for him. "Fine!" Vortiger starts walking forward, and after a bit of walking, he comes to a cross roads. One road looks beautiful, vibrant and in a way, kind and forgiving. The other side looks dark, angry and mysterious.
Vortiger takes the kinder looking route. "I hope this place is just as nice as it looks." He whispers to himself, and walks with his sword and shield at the ready.
He walks though the path of the vibrant lands not knowing where he's going, but he keeps walking until he sees some civilization in the distance. It's almost like a castle, but Vortiger wasn't sure.
He keeps walking until he meets the civilization in the distance. The entrance he came to had two gold clad warriors. "Hello..?" He says nervously.
"The Mad God has been expecting you, mortal." One of them says, and they part to let him though.
"Ah there you are!" Vortiger hears Sheogorath as he walks into the city. This part of the city was just like the area he just walked through. It seemed more vibrant then it should be. "Welcome to Bliss!" The Mad God walks up to him. "It took ya long enough though."
"So, are you going to give me the means to end this war now?" Vortiger asks him, annoyed that he had to walk all the way here.
"Oh yeah that's what I was doin with ya! Yes, yes, come with me now!" Sheogorath rushes off, and Vortiger follows. They end up in some sort of large courtyard. "Alright! Here's what we do now..." Sheogorath says.
Sheogorath jumps at Vortiger, and puts his hands around his throat. Vortiger drops his sword and shield. "You will die, but it will save you." Sheogorath whispers as Vortiger struggles for breath. Sheogorath releases one hand, and puts it on Vortigers chest, sending power into the warrior.
The power doesn't seem to effect Vortiger though. His body goes limp in Sheogorath's hand. Sheogorath removes his hand from Vortiger's chest, and grabs his sword. He stabs Vortiger in the chest where his hand just was. He releases the warrior's dead body. Sheogorath stands there and watches the body for a moment. "Hm. A shame it didn't-" Sheogorath starts to say, but the warrior gasps for breath and sits up.
"What- what happened?" He looks around confused.
"You died. Then came back to life, which means my plan worked. Now off you go to the battlefield!" Sheogorath says, then opens a portal behind Vortiger and kicks him though.
