He was in a hairs width of killing someone when something caught his attention. It was like a subtle manipulation of the fabric of space and time. Well it was actually like the fabric of space and time had been torn apart viciously then sown together perfectly. He focused on an area far from him, well a street corner nearby and tried to get there without walking. He found himself standing in the middle of a streetlight pole, with a splitting pain in his side. He tried again and found himself standing where he wanted to be. At least he could still move around easily enough. T'was good to be a Daedric prince. Manipulation of the Mundus, this or what he was used to, came as easily as eating and other things. He focused on where the space/time/tear/stitch-job/patchwork/band-aid had happened and found himself in a very bright room staring at three combatants. None of whom he had seen before, and all appeared to be slightly odd proportionately. One resembled a Bosmer, but the other two were, well, weird. And he was the master of weird, and something weird for him was well, really weird. The bosmer was garbed in some sort of forest green tunic covering a chainmail shirt and other garments. He also seemed to wear a type of sock on his head. Well, Sheogorath assumed it was a sock because he couldn't understand why someone would wear such an oddly shaped hat. Well, the Colovians were certainly odd in their style of dress, but this by far was the most outlandish headgear he had seen in some time. Of course, he realised that he must look very odd to them too. A seemingly old bearded man dressed in purple and gold regalia holding a cane with a petrified bloody eyeball at the end would seem quite out-of-place to them. He placed his left fist against his hip and assumed a relaxed posture, with his right hand resting on the handle/eyeball of the cane. He pursed his lips slightly and raised an eyebrow.
"Now why am I in this realm and not my own? I hope one of you can tell me, or you'll all volunteer for my world famous brain-pie."
((Sheogorath sounds sort of like a fusion between Sean Connery, Lucky the Leprechaun, and Billy Connolly. And that is sort of his way of saying hello. I also appolgize for any percieved godmoding. I simply didn't know of another way to get into the general storyline aside from aimless wandering, which I'm not exactly willing to write about, as it gets real old, real fast.))