Of gnashing blades and boneless limbs, flanked by delving pincers among prying orbs his terrible visage of choice. Its nature singular, solitary, immobile at the heart of the wicked damp of emerald skies beneath the endless sea in his true drowned kingdom. The vast twisting athenaeum of papyrus and assorted volumes the only edifice above the mirk stands to preserve the scribed of ages past and coming in some form of fiendish humor by the Prince of knowledge a glowing beacon in the dark to ensnare unwary pray.

He threads his realm and beyond effortlessly, the envy of a many wizards, sending parts of his monstrous form through portals in the sky, and ponds upon the floor of the library, woe be the traveler to venture near, for a mass of testicles await you dissuade direct access to the prince himself. truly master of his realm, his aspect has not budged from its rest in time immemorial, gone are the ages were all existence lay under seas of many spectrum, though he is not all that exists who would remember such a time.

His nature fueled further from such an age, where the greatest treasures belies within hardened shells and solid stone, to gain his attention is to possess what he does not, this makes him most difficult to summon for what he does not know is anomalous beyond even the scope of the word.

From his vast libraries, to his fabled sunken museum of unknown contents one must ask....to what end? no less fickle than his brothers in possessing what one cannot create, he like his aberrant brother of order do not fall into the norms, Daedric princes embodiment of change. hHe preserves knowledge in stasis however random and disjointed that knowledge may be to mortal minds is aside the point. -he knows and will always know-


to what end?