Vladenov's descent into madness...

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HEFFAY

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Chapter I: Vladenov
Vladenov the Hun, the once revered Dragonborn is now a myth, a shadow of his former self. The stories that were once how "noble and brave" have become how "grotesque and perverse". Vladenov now living hidden deep in a snow covered, nameless crypt, on a barren island north of Winterhold, has decided that his life is no longer worth living... He should have killed himself centuries ago when when he was still a hero. He wanted his name to live forever, we wanted to be more famous than Tiber Septim himself... Oh how the mighty have fallen. Reaching for his Skooma pipe he closes his eyes and relives the day it all started.

Chapter 2: That Day
He still remembers the day when everything went wrong. He was a hero in Whiterun, he was thier thane, the dragonborn, and an accomplished conjurer and illusionist with the ability to pick any lock. He was a celebrity, as would wander the streets and just be showered with praise. He and his wife Ysolda were in the market of Whiterun, enjoying a rare quiet afternoon together. A thief tried to pick Ysolda's pocket and Vladenov using his mastery of "The Voice" yelled what he thought would freeze the thief solid in a block of ice, (until they could thaw him and send him to jail) but he was so angry he yelled Strom Call. A violent electric storm quickly swelled and terrific and amazing bolts of lightning began raining down in the Market District. The thief was struck multiple times and killed by the lightning, Vladenov retrieved the gold that had been stolen from his love. When he tried to return it, he could not find Ysolda. Frantic he began screaming her name "YSOLDA!! YSOLDA!!" as he ran through the streets... He did notice stench of burned hair and flesh, and he saw the amount of bodies lying in the streets, an obvious side effect from the storm. All the hairs on his neck stood up as sheer terror ran down his spine...

He came to the last place he saw his beloved Ysolda, infront of his friend and fellow Breton Belethar's Shop. There lifeless in a poise that that would show that her last minutes were spent in terror and pain, was his beloved Ysolda.

The mighty Vladenov dropped to one kneee and wept over the body of his dead love. Screaming and damning the Divines to Oblivion he clentched her body against his chest for a final embrace...

Whiterun's guard swarmed the emotionally distraught Breton. So overcome with grief he refused to fight back. He just held the lifeless body of his dearest Ysolda and succumbed to the punishment... He knew he had accidentally caused the same pain he was expeirencing to many of these guards and he would be damned if he would cause anymore pain to this community.

Vladenov was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of release. The Jarl explained...

"Due to the services you have provided for the city of Whiterun...
Killing the Dragon,
Expelling the Thalmor,
Returning Skyrim the Nords,
Destroying Alduin...
... You are our Thane, out of respect to your position I feel a public execution would be an embarassment to me and my court. You will be locked away, alone for as long as it takes for you to die, and when you die, we are going to feed your body to the skeevers. Your grave will be unmarked, your death will be unmourned, you are stripped of your title as Thane. I'm sure when theGray BEards hear of your crimes they will strip you of your title 'Dragonborn" aswell. Someone get this traitor out of my sight before I decided to kill him myself..."

While being escorted to his cell Vladenov opens his mouth to apologize, but before he can speak the Jarl interrupts, "You were once so valient, now you disgust me."

Chapter 3: Prison Life

While in his cell he could hear the chatter of a crazy man with a laughter he recognized, and a voice he could not place.

"Cicero?" Vladenov asks hoping to hear the voice of an old friend.
"Night Mother... What happened to your voice? you sounds more like the Dread Father... Sithis? Has my time to join you in the void finally come?" Cicero answered.
"It is I, Vladenov."
"The Listener? Why do you speak to poor Cicero? Have you come to send me to the Void?"
"No, I am a prisoner, like you." Vladenov responds.
"We are not prisoners Vladenov. No jail in Skyrim, No jail prison in Tameriel, No one in Cyrodil can contain us. I failed the Night Mother, he body has been desecrated, he remains lost, her coffin destroyed, my punishment this meaningless exsistence. Patiently waiting for my time to join Sithis and the Night Mother in the Void." Cicero explained.

"He can not hear me, only you can mortal." the unknown voice said.

"Did you hear that?" Vladenov asked.

"I only hear the silence that is our beloved Night Mother... I only hear the vacumm that is the void... I only hear the screams of the voiceless..." Cicero yelled.

"Jester if you don't quiet down we are going to cut out your tongue." Yelled one of the guards...

"Do everyone a favor and murder that stupid little jester. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life listening to his mindless incoherent ramblings?" the nameless voice asked.

"You've already lost your wife, your reputation, why lose your mind too?" the nameless voice asked.

"I have already lost everything else, it only seems right." the broken Vladenov sid.

"HAHA brilliant, I knew you wouldn't disappoint me!" The voice exuberantly exclaimed.

"I want you to do is get Cicero into another cell. Then get him so wound up that the guards make good on thier threat. I'll explain the rest in due time." The nameless voice explained.

"Why should I trust or do as you want?" Asked Vladenov.

"AHA!! A willingness to lose his mind and a strong sense of paranoia! You will not displease, but to answer your question, because I can reunite you with your beloved... Ysolda." The voice said in a cryptic voice resinating truth.

So heart broken and still madly in love with his lost wife Vladenov decided to do what ever this voice asked of him. in the middle of the night Vladenov picked the lock to his cell, snuck to where the guards who should be posted were napping. He picked a pocket, keys to the entire jail. For a brief moment Vladenov began to think. Why don't I just escape? Why don't I ...

"Ysolda" the nameles voice said.

"Where are you and how are you talking to me now?" asked the confused Vladenov, wondering how he could hear the voice outside of cells. Vladenov got the keys and opened Cicero's cell.

"Listener, you do not understand, Cicero needs to be here, it is the Night Mother's wishes, my punishment... You have already helped me escape Astrid and her Canine Husband, you do not need to help poor Cicero now." Cicero pleaded with Vladenov to leave Cicero behind and make his escape.

"I'm not here to save you, I need your help. We are going to play a joke on the guards. If we are going to die down here, why not enjoy it?" Asked Vladenov, hoping to appeal to the jester in Cicero.

Cicero moves to a dark hidden cell at the end of a long unlit hallway. ONce Vladenov locked him in.

"Good, now kill Cicero, Now!" the nameless voice ordered.

Vladenov conjured a Dremora Lord in Cicero's cell.

"What treachery! Lsitener, why would you want to do this to poor Cicero! Why hurt Cicero after you have helped so much?" Cicero Asked before the Dremora Lord struck him down.

"Perfect, now return the keys to the guards, when you return to your cell, reanimate Cicero and make him full of fear. Drawing the guards from thier undeserved slumber." the Nameless voice directed.

Vladenov did as he was instructed, he put the keys back into the pocket of the sleeping guard, reanimated Cicero, cast a fear spell on his zombie corpse and then returned to his cell. The guards wake up.

"The listener! Why does the Listener hate poor Cicero?" Cicero screamed.

"What did I tell you Jester?" Yelled down the guards, shortly after three well armed guards came to the cell block. The went to the cell they had placed Cicero, and he was gone.

"That skeever lovin' goofy little pile of mammoth dung escaped. He couldn't have gotten far we just heard his voice, he must still be here somewhere. We better find him before the Jarl finds out." the guards begin to examine all of the cells. first checking on Vladenov to make sure he was still still in his cell, which he was.

"HAHA this is where it is going to get fun. go invisible and just watch this for a moment." the voice said. Vladenov goes invisible and all of the cell doors unlock... Ciceros Zombie comes running down the hall and attacks the three guards the melee draws all four combatants into one cell. The door locks behind them, the three guards kill Cicero but are now locked in. Cicero reanimates on his own. Over and over again Cicero is killed by the guards, reanimates and is killed again.

"Now you must go. You should be able to walk out the front door. Go to the hall of the Dead, find your beloved Ysolda. Then I will contact you again, I am having too much fun with these guards and that annoying little jester. before you go watch this, I will transform Cicero's zombie into a creation from my Shivering Isles" The voice instructed.

Vladenov watched as the corpse of the dead Cicero turned into a Flesh Atronach and beat the guards to death, who were then reanimated in a on going cycle. How ironic, the guards were killing Cicero now Cicero is killing the guards. Vladenov left the prison to the sounds of the voice's laughter and the thought: Where have I heard of the Shivering Isles?

Chapter 4: A Name for the Voice
Upon entering the hall of the dead and finding the rotting corpse of his former wife Ysolda Vladenov waiting fo the voice to tell him what to do. Vladenov stadning over her body began to tear up, knowing that it was his fault she was dead. Days go by without the voice returning, the stench starts to drive Vladenov insane. He was forced to eat the dead in order to survive, weeks went by, months, Vladenov has eaten all of the dead except for Ysolda. Vladenov decided enough was enough, and as he went to leave the hall of the dead...

"HAHA you followed my instructions. Have you noticed it odd that no one has been in this hall of the dead? Did you find it odd that you didn't see one person down here in all that time? I'm suprised you didn't notice all of the people, HAHAHA... truth is you are invisible to all living beings and they are invisible to you. I gave you a chance to be reunited with Ysolda, you have. Now say goodbye, and serve me in the Shivering Isles, for I am Lord Sheogorath, you're new King." The Voice announced.

"I will not, until unless you have the power to bring Ysolda back from the dead and we can live together once again." Vladenov exclaimed.

"You dare question a God? I will bring Ysolda back from the dead and she will as beautiful as she was before you murdered her, but she will be my slave, to with as I please. She will have no recollection of your marriage. She will know of you, only as the man who sold her into slavery and she will hate you for eternity, but live a long life full of luxury... or... I will bring her back for an hour, so you can apologize, however, you will never die, and will live in an eternity of shame and guilt. Stories will be told of your unnatural love with corpses, and your obsession with cannibalism, you will be shunned, and villified throughout exsistence. Your name will be more vilified than Dagoth Ur." Sheogorath explained.

"What if I choose neither?" Asked Vladenov.

"Then I will not bring back Ysolda and you will still be shunned for eternity, for your unnatural love love of corpses.... HAHAHA" Sheogorath laughed.

Chapter 5: The Fall

"I want to say goodbye to my Ysolda." Vladenov exclaimed.

Ysolda was transformed from the decaying corpse to the beautiful woman he had married, and they were teleported to the bedroom in thier home. Exuberated he threw his arms around her, and as he smiled the widest in his life he picked her up off the ground and kissed her. they began passionately making out.

"Don't forget to say goodbye." Echoed in Vladenov's head.

Not wanting to even bring up the incident that had been killing Vladenov on the inside he decided to just enjoy the moment. Thier passionate kissing intensified and they became intimate. At the moment of climax Vladenov and Ysolda's eyes' met... Vladenov knew that he would never love again. He smiled and a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"Don't forget to say goodbye." Was whispered directly into Vladenov's ear. suprising him he flinched and looked over his shoulder to see no one.

"I love you." Vladenov said still looking behind him, then a powerful stench filled the room.

As he turned around and looked on Ysolda, he saw that she had been transformed back into a decaying corpse. He laid their still in a lover's embrace in shock, unable to move at the fact that he was now being intimate with a decaying corpse. At that moment the lovers were teleported on to the street in the middle of the market in Whiterun. Infront of the entire community in thier full passionate glory.

"Damn you Sheogorath! Damn you straight to Oblivion!" Vladenov screamed as an arrow struck him in the shoulder blade. Vladenov turned and ran, another arrow penetrated his back just next to his spine. the pain was excruciating, but he continued to run. He made it out of Whiterun and wandered the wilderness for decades.

He finally made his way north to the college of Winerhold, hearing that they do not shun necromancy he thought it would be a safe haven for him.

"We do not shun necromancy, but necrophilia is disgusting and will not allow you step one foot on our campus, if you even try we will be forced to deal with you in a very painful way. If I were you I would travel outside of Skyrim, you belong alone." A Telvanni Mage studying at the college, along with a few of the higher ranking mages told Vladenov at the door.

Vladenov decided to kill himself, but a voice he had not heard in sometime echoed in his ear.
"Poor Cicero was left to rot in that jail, you rescued Cicero whether you realize it or not, Cicero now spends his eternity in the void, a message from Sithis, he asks 'Why kill yourself, when you can kill the world?"

"As much as the world hates me, I am no villian, and I will not punish the world because Sheogorath tricked me." Vladenov explained.

Vladenov finally had enough, he decided to kill himself. He threw himself off the bridge to the college, but when he landed on the sharp and jagged rocks below he was amazed to find he was in pain, and he could not move his legs, but he did not die. Stuck in the frigid water he had to wait until his broken legs healed before he moved. He then tried to drown himself he found that he did not die, when his lungs filled with water, but instead he sunk like a stone to the bottom of the sea, not only that, but he was in constant pain from his chest. it took him years to finally get out of the sea.

When Vladenov finally emerged from the sea he was on a snowy barren island. Under the snow Vladenov discovered a crypt. A cold lifeless place, perfect for an eternity spend in shame and guilt. He stays there to this day only leaving to collect moon sugar and skooma.

Alone and tortured Vladenov lives everyday drugged up and reliving the mistake that made him fall from grace .

It is rumored throughout Skyrim that those who enter Vladenov's Crypt are violently killed, and then reanimated to serve as Vladenov's love thrall...
 

HEFFAY

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sorry about the grammar, i was at work and only had a few minutes...
 

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