Sixteen Accords of Madness, v. III
by Anonymous
Boethiah's Tale
It was a quiet day on 2nd of Sun's Dusk. The servants of castle Tulune went
about their daily routine to provide all the required necessities for their lord.
In one forgotten little pantry room two obscure figures stood hidden away from
prying eyes.
One was Sheogorath the Madgod, the other Boethiah Prince of Plots who was laughing.
"You are indeed mad if you think to best me in treachery and revolution."
With but a raised brow the Mad one replied "Agree then with the wager and
in one year we shall see."
"Very well" he agreed, "we will both try to dethrone King Tremaux without help
from others. Each will try to do so for a year." With those words Boeathiah
vanished and Sheogorath smiled.
King Tremaux was well loved by his people, for he had served them well. Twenty three
years of his reign were marked with prosperity and fairness. While he had enemies
outside Tulune, there were none in the kingdom who wished him ill.
A month had passed quietly since the two Gods met and nothing bad transpired
inside the castle halls. The King's health was as good as ever. It was 5th
of Evening Star that the residents of Tulune will remember for years to come.
King Tremaux was dining when a messenger arrived from the imperial city. He was
bringing some urgent news. The king went in a hurry to meet the new guest but
midway he heard a scream. It was his wife and when he got back she was already
dead. "Poisoned no doubt." said the royal physician. "She drank your wine my
Lord, just as you were leaving." The king was outraged and confused. His beloved
wife assassinated, murdered with poison obviously meant for him. But who could do this?
There were no outsiders working in the castle. It must've been a treachery.
Thus was the first attempt at removing King Tremaux thwarted by fate.
Three more months have passed in relative peace. The king however became ever
restless. He had raised security in the castle and instituted aggressive methods
to protect himself. All food was tasted for poison, all visitors searched.
No one could hope to even get close to the king in those days. King Tremaux just
went to his chambers to sleep when he heard a faint noise coming from a
dark corner in his room. As he turned to see the source, an arrow pierced him
in the shoulder. The king called for guards and collapsed to the ground.
It was found out that the arrow came from an assassin outside who shot through
a window in king Tremaux's chambers. The assassin was found dead. It was a Dunmer
with a strange crossbow. The king however, survived. Thus ended 16th of First Seed.
The king recovered from his wound and became ever more paranoid. The castle's
surroundings became a war zone and each building which could be used by shooters
was raised. It was Fredas 10th of Last Seed when king Tremaux came closest to death.
The king was having breakfast with his most trusted friends when Nielle, his very
own niece suddenly stood up and with an unholy rage she flung herself against the
king, a dagger in her hand. The king's personal bodyguard managed to restrain her
but not before she marked the king's face with a deep scar. Nielle was executed
on the spot. The dagger disappeared when she died.
A year passed since the meeting and Sheogorath stood in king Tremaux's chamber.
He performed the ritual and Boethiah appeared in a rage.
"I have worked hard all this time to dethrone king Tremaux while you did nothing!
What jokes are you playing Mad one?"
"None at all unbrother, for the king is dead, behold!" Only then did Boethiah
see the king's dead body curled up in a corner. "He killed himself just today
and now belongs to me. While you sent your assassins and influenced his closest,
I waited for the seeds of madness to make their way. He killed himself,
ever paranoid, believing that the whole world had turned against him.
You have lost master of Plots."
And so did Boethiah learn that without Madness, there can be no treachery.