Sheogorath

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[Sheogorath @MadnessValar]

@AscianHuntress -because every now and again he talks as if he's far far- yes just like that. DON'T lie to me that was you I have three perfectly good ears." He patted his jacket pocket with a frown. "I have two perfectly good ears."

[Sheogorath @MadnessValar]

@AscianHuntress -teacups, brimming with a pleasantly smelling hot beverage, which he offered to her. "Quite concerning we were just discussing it before you arrived." He indicated to the Wabbajack before he took a sip of his own. "He's been having something similar. Only worse. I say worse -

[Sheogorath @MadnessValar]

@AscianHuntress -the basket and pulled out a wriggling fish as he sat down opposite the spot he had previously indicated for her.

[Sheogorath @MadnessValar]

@AscianHuntress -it. "Come come! Sit!"
He looked around suddenly as if he'd lost something and exclaimed as he ran across to the Wabbajack and grabbed a woven basket. "Picnic! Though it's been awful. Horrendous! The food are all wrong, look at this pear tastes nothing like one!" He reached into-

[Sheogorath @MadnessValar]

@AscianHuntress -he disappeared from view again rearranging the rocks on top for only a purpose he possibly knew.

[Sheogorath @MadnessValar]

@AscianHuntress If it was Paul, it gave no immediate signs as it remained completely still and silent. The mad Vala peered over the edge expecting the worse only to find the Elfa holding onto the grapefruit.
"Good job Paul! You caught an elf! Quickly, up here!" He waved her to join him before-

[Sheogorath @MadnessValar]

@AscianHuntress -YOU! You're not even saying anything! Stupid useless fruit! Begone!" With a growl he lifted the fruit and hurled it the same direction as the others, though just as it left his hand his anger seemed to subside and he immediately regretted his choice. "Paul! No wait! PAUL!"

[Sheogorath @MadnessValar]

@AscianHuntress -should taste.... RIGHT! Ugh you're not helping." Leaning against a large rock was the Wabbajack, which simply stared back at him with whichever of the three faces happened to be facing him. His frustration growing he turned to a grapefruit he had placed on another rock. "And -

[Sheogorath @MadnessValar]

@AscianHuntress -bleeding. This was immediately followed by a watermelon, also with a bite out of it, going straight at her head.

[Sheogorath @MadnessValar]

@AscianHuntress From over the top of the tall outcropping of rocks an apple with a bite out of it flew over the edge and plummeted towards her. The apple, which could only be described as one due to its shape and smell, had blue skin and red flesh which almost made the apple seem as if it was-

[Sheogorath @MadnessValar]

He frowns staring up at a mountain. "You use to be shorter..."

[Leiolyn @AscianHuntress]

The hunt for the mad God goes ever on.

[Sheogorath @MadnessValar]

"What else do you suggest? Shall I turn everyone else into soft sponges then so he cannot possibly be soft compared to anyone?"

[“Nadir” @DesertSonNawdar]

Turn Rosie into a rock? He's already quite sturdy.

[Sheogorath @MadnessValar]

"What's the opposite thing to soft... A ROCK! I suggest we turn him into a rock. All in favour?"

[Sheogorath @MadnessValar]

"It is a stick dipped in cheese of course!" He picked one up and took a bite, having to chew it quite a bit before he could swallow. "Chewy, but that just makes it last longer."

[“Nadir” @DesertSonNawdar]

What is a cheesestick and can someone save me one?