Change has come to the Shivering Isles!
Gone is the Madgod, come again the Sideways Song. Hearken to Her melody! Dance to His rhythm! Let your heart flow in time with the beat until one is the other is one with the other and you no longer fear one single step out of place. Understand that the first step is to understand that there is no place- that there is no place like home and that home is wherever you place it, and sometimes that is in the hands of the Hurricane King. For whatever you may or may not be, His arms are always open; Her eyes always bright; Their lips tender pressed to your ears.
Is this revolution? No, no, not quite that far. But it’s never gone well to be too stuck in your ways, has it? Even if that was madness. Especially if that was madness. You know you didn’t want to look at it. You know in the Madgod’s embrace you wouldn’t have to look at it- he wouldn’t make you, lest he have to look too. You know you have to look at it. She will make you look.
But He will look, too, and you will both see, as you twirl across the floor, words whirling, tongues turning. You will learn how to walk like that stranger who stalks you in the gleam of clean glass and still water. You will learn to look, don’t you see, until they look a little more like you. You will learn to look like yourself, and you will like what you see so much that you will want to look after it. Or She will, until you do. You will, together.
Change has come to the Shivering Isles! Gone are the rigid posts of noble and nobody, ghosts of purple and gold, manic, demented. Old gets old really fast, but when has new ever gotten old? Oh, it’s not a sin to be boring, but isn’t it so much more rewarding to always be searching for new ways to see the old things? New ways to see things and do things and be things and know things. Nothing is immune to change, even Daedric Princes. Especially Daedric Princes. Especially Him.
Now, there won’t be rules. That wouldn’t make sense, would it? But there are a series of standing threats, as follows:
No solving problems with murder or torture! Points will be awarded for creativity. Do these count towards something? Yes! Does He know what that is? Yes! Will you be informed? When the time is right, of course. Until then go and get creative!
No sneezing into your hands and not washing them! This is not Namira’s realm.
No nonconsensual acts. No excuses. No mercy.
Furthermore, the beard ban is now banned and a prize will be given to the bearer of the best beard. What kind of prize, you ask? Well, a sur-prise! The best kind!
Change has come to the Shivering Isles, in all the terrible beauty of the unknown!
Change has come to the Shivering Isles, and She appreciates a good lactose-free sweetroll!
Change has come to the Shivering Isles, in all the colours of a cloud of fluttering wings.
