ESO Mages and the Mad God

Part 3:The Circus of Cheerful Slaughter 1/2

More writs, more sleepless nights, add a nagging voice inside my head to the fire and you have yourself a very unstable and demented mortal. It's times like this, that I wish I wasn't a mortal, maybe an animal.

Groan? I felt a nudge at my side and saw Claw-foot looking at me with worry, I think, it was hard to tell.

"I'm fine for the most part Claw-foot" I patted her head lovingly from my spot on the rock that had a lovely view of the sunset, or was it sun rise?

"FOR THE LOVE OF VAERMINA, JUST LET ME SLEEP!" I cried out randomly, not like anyone was going to hear me.

"Adept" oh for the love of- "the time has come for our next trial"

Our trial? OUR TRIAL?! I'm the one doing all the work you stupid...I sighed heavily "I'll head over to the guild now" I got down from my rock and noticed Shalidor frown at something "is something the matter?"

Shalidor looked at me for a moment, his frown getting deeper before it disappeared as he shook his head "nothing you need to be concerned about at the moment adept, just, be careful, okay?"

I gave him an 'are you serious' look before making my way to the mages guild.

I was then greeted to the sight of Valaste pacing back and forth near a table, most likely where the book lay. As I got closer to her, I noticed she was mumbling something under her breath, only for it to be some really colourful words...all towards Sheogorath, by the gods she could rival the words Shalidor threw at Sheogorath in the last task.

I waited for her to finish before asking "is something wrong with the book?" I hope I didn't waste my time getting here.

Valaste took a huge breath before letting it out in frustration "I know Sheogorath can spout nonsense at will, but I didn't think he would put it into the books" she was still pacing when she spoke.

I frowned before moving towards her and gripped her shoulders so she could look at me properly "focus Valaste, did you manage to translate the book or not?" more willpower was needed to not smack her in the face.

"I did translate the book, don't worry" she assured me "but this is anything but nonsense" she huffed in frustration before looking me in the eye "would you be willing to give it a look? I might need a fresh perspective"

"Can't make any promises but I can give it a go, why don't you get something to eat and drink? You look like you could use it"

She gave me a blank look before her eyes became more focused on my face, she nodded in agreement "the book is over by the table" she pointed to the table behind her before walking off.

I walked over to the table and picked up the book that had been lying innocently on the table, what I didn't expect when I opened the book was to be engulfed by purple smoke and find myself somewhere else.

"As punctual as a thespian, very good" Haskill?

I turned to my left and saw Haskill writing something on his board, I looked to my right slightly and saw Sheogorath standing next to some dead looking guy, or girl, do draugr/zombies even have genders?

I didn't even realise Sheogorath was walking towards me until he started speaking with his arms stretched outward as if I was a friend who had been gone a long time.

"Welcome, welcome, to the Circus of Cheerful Slaughter, step right up my mortal friend. The show's about to begin, and your the star"

"Star? Please don't tell me I'm going to perform on the moon, I hate grey, it's a boring colour" and very dull I added mentally.