You know that thing, that funny little idea that the world is a multiverse, where all universes are connected via tendrils of time magic... thingies? Yeah, well, neither does Sheogorath. All he knows is that he grew bored of his time in the Shivering Isles yet again, and decides to go spread a little mischief in a plane of existence he spotted out his cheese room's window. Packing up his cane and beard, he hops in a taxi to said universe. What could go wrong?