Rale
Full-time Skeever King, TaliWhacker, Cheeseman
Chapter 1: The Skeever Domain
"They will pay."
Whispered the brooding madman, Hamelyn, seeking refuge in the basemant of Whiteruns local Honningbrew Meadery
"Thier blissful ignorance of thier impending destruction amuses me, they will come grovelling and begging at my feet as my minions gnaw at thier flesh and bone."
He turned to an infant playing tag with a skeever.
"And when i die, you will lead on as King of the Skeevers and take over the whole of Tamriel! You will secure Skeever dominance across the Nirn and become a divine yourself!"
At this point, Hamelyn was waving both of his arms frantically in the air, the infant gave him a confused look.
"That seems a liitle far fetched, father" He said, looking quizical.
Hamelyn regained his composure. "Im sorry son, i must have got...carried away."
He walked over to a large wardrobe and opened it. It was stacked to the top with cheese wheels, different types in different rows.
"Eat, child?" requested the madman "Im going to study Skeever anatomy."
"But father, I do not like cheese, can I not have an apple instead?" Said the boy.
Hamlyn stopped, and turned slowly, his faced filled with anger and frustration, sending a chill down his sons back.
"What did you say..." He said calmly
"I dont like cheese." mumbled the boy.
Hamlyn exploded into fire, shooting Firebolts at the walls and exploding cheese wheels with his sparks.
"What do you mean you dont like cheese? Cheese is the ambition and food source of the skeever, In order to control the skeever, you must become one!"
His son fell over, and the skeevers hissed at him. Cheese fell from above and landed onto his body and eventually, into his mouth. The boy fell into a trance he had never experienced before, he drooled and smiled.
His father runs over to him. "Oh Sheogorath, he has tasted the cheese, he has tasted the cheese!"
The skeevers let out overjoyed squeaks and rubbed thier slimy fur on the boys face, a sign of affection to the skeever kind, while Hamlyn danced idiotically around the boy.
The boy woke up on the bed roll his father had set up for him. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, he saw his father at the alchemy table.
"What happened father?" said the boy, utterly gobsmacked by the event he had endured.
Hamlyn looked at him with bright eyes.
"You tasted the cheese boy! I injected one of the cheeses with a potion i had conjured, hoping to further your understanding of the skeever mind. I would have given it to you when you were older, but now is fine."
He walked over to a charred lump of cheese on the ground
"I must have blasted it apart during my reaction to your....infidelity...towards the almighty dairy product, cheese, then part of it must have fallen into your mouth."
What Hamlyn didn't know was that he had actually made a potion that killed brain cells, instead of having a supernatural ability to get in a creatures head, it was really just being utterly mad, which the skeevers adored.
"My head hurts father."
"Ah yes, the skeevers mind is developing" The madman said obsessively, gnawing a piece of wood in excitement. The boy fell back in to his bed roll, fast asleep.
Two hours later, Hamlyn was playing a game of cards with some skeevers, who were tearing apart thier deck. One of them banged its head off a table, releasing its teeth's grip on the card, which was now lying on the table.
"Ah, the Thane of Diamonds, nice move Birnjalf, but I have a trick up my sleeve." He slammed the Jarl of hearts onto the table.
"Checkmate." He smiled delusionly.
A voice came from behind a drooling skeever. "Father, i want cheese, now!" Boomed Hamlyns son. The pyschotic mage smiled once more. He walked over to the wardrobe and threw a cheese wheel at his son, who devoured it whole in under ten seconds, while his father laughed hystericaly.
"He is ready" He chuckled
Coming soon: Preparations
"They will pay."
Whispered the brooding madman, Hamelyn, seeking refuge in the basemant of Whiteruns local Honningbrew Meadery
"Thier blissful ignorance of thier impending destruction amuses me, they will come grovelling and begging at my feet as my minions gnaw at thier flesh and bone."
He turned to an infant playing tag with a skeever.
"And when i die, you will lead on as King of the Skeevers and take over the whole of Tamriel! You will secure Skeever dominance across the Nirn and become a divine yourself!"
At this point, Hamelyn was waving both of his arms frantically in the air, the infant gave him a confused look.
"That seems a liitle far fetched, father" He said, looking quizical.
Hamelyn regained his composure. "Im sorry son, i must have got...carried away."
He walked over to a large wardrobe and opened it. It was stacked to the top with cheese wheels, different types in different rows.
"Eat, child?" requested the madman "Im going to study Skeever anatomy."
"But father, I do not like cheese, can I not have an apple instead?" Said the boy.
Hamlyn stopped, and turned slowly, his faced filled with anger and frustration, sending a chill down his sons back.
"What did you say..." He said calmly
"I dont like cheese." mumbled the boy.
Hamlyn exploded into fire, shooting Firebolts at the walls and exploding cheese wheels with his sparks.
"What do you mean you dont like cheese? Cheese is the ambition and food source of the skeever, In order to control the skeever, you must become one!"
His son fell over, and the skeevers hissed at him. Cheese fell from above and landed onto his body and eventually, into his mouth. The boy fell into a trance he had never experienced before, he drooled and smiled.
His father runs over to him. "Oh Sheogorath, he has tasted the cheese, he has tasted the cheese!"
The skeevers let out overjoyed squeaks and rubbed thier slimy fur on the boys face, a sign of affection to the skeever kind, while Hamlyn danced idiotically around the boy.
The boy woke up on the bed roll his father had set up for him. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, he saw his father at the alchemy table.
"What happened father?" said the boy, utterly gobsmacked by the event he had endured.
Hamlyn looked at him with bright eyes.
"You tasted the cheese boy! I injected one of the cheeses with a potion i had conjured, hoping to further your understanding of the skeever mind. I would have given it to you when you were older, but now is fine."
He walked over to a charred lump of cheese on the ground
"I must have blasted it apart during my reaction to your....infidelity...towards the almighty dairy product, cheese, then part of it must have fallen into your mouth."
What Hamlyn didn't know was that he had actually made a potion that killed brain cells, instead of having a supernatural ability to get in a creatures head, it was really just being utterly mad, which the skeevers adored.
"My head hurts father."
"Ah yes, the skeevers mind is developing" The madman said obsessively, gnawing a piece of wood in excitement. The boy fell back in to his bed roll, fast asleep.
Two hours later, Hamlyn was playing a game of cards with some skeevers, who were tearing apart thier deck. One of them banged its head off a table, releasing its teeth's grip on the card, which was now lying on the table.
"Ah, the Thane of Diamonds, nice move Birnjalf, but I have a trick up my sleeve." He slammed the Jarl of hearts onto the table.
"Checkmate." He smiled delusionly.
A voice came from behind a drooling skeever. "Father, i want cheese, now!" Boomed Hamlyns son. The pyschotic mage smiled once more. He walked over to the wardrobe and threw a cheese wheel at his son, who devoured it whole in under ten seconds, while his father laughed hystericaly.
"He is ready" He chuckled
Coming soon: Preparations
