At the Mages Guildhall in Evermore, the Master of Incunabula Valaste has finally managed to decipher Sheogorath’s final tome, but it appears to have taken a serious toll upon her wits. Shalidor meanwhile triumphantly prepares to perform the rite that will finally return the isle of Eyevea back to the Mundus.

One thing I have learnt from these games with Sheogorath however that Shalidor seemingly hasn’t, despite all his years, is that when you are playing by a deadric prince’s rules, the point of the game is not to win, but to survive.

Something tells me that we are about to discover that this particular Mad God’s game has a tail as barbed as a Craglorn Scorpions.

S.K