A Letter of Madness

Well you may know me as the Prince of Madness, Mad God, etc, etc, some important title. But most know me as Sheogorath. Yep that's me! Old mad and delirious, or is it delirious and mad?... I'll have to ask my advisor about that, as soon as he is back from vacation. Funny thing about his vacation, I remember kicking him into a dragon's maul and telling him to return in a week. Odd....

Anyway on to business. I'm writing this letter, err, memoir? Music? Eh you get my point.

You see I was having a stroll through the wonderful city of Solitude, beautiful place by the water. Bards were there, beggars, thieves, the usual rift raff. I decided to go and visit the Jarl, Karl? No Elisif is her name! I think... I decided to cheer her up with a joke. Needless to say she was not entertained when I told a funny story about this man, the High King I believe he was, being shouted apart by a another man. I was busting out laughing, until those pointy little swords were pointed at me.

I swear everyone is a bit sensitive about jokes. No wonder I cross them off my New Life Day list. Oh well more cheese for me.