If I was a Daedric Prince..

[Wikia_Boy]

I guess so, I got the idea from Epic Mickey (that new mickey mouse game coming out in a week). The only thing I (forgot that it was If "you" were a daedric prince) control is weather or not somebody is forgotton or not, so I try to prevent that.

Also I forgot to say my daedric Artifact: Wand of the Forgotten. Casts Kindillia's Curse and Stun on target. Kindillia's curse makes the target for get all about you wile you can flee. Useful for sneaking and getting rid if guards,

[Wikia_Boy]

I (kindellia) would also have a wife: Alestaira (al-est-ter-a), the deadric prince of time, space, and the aging of life
Prefers to take the form of an old woman, wearing beautiful cloths.
Realm is a constanly changing void. At one minute, it could be a city in the second era, and another it could be a city in an unknow era. Any mortal entering her realm would experience rappid ageing, constantly forward and backward.
Deadra called Yins, Large dog-like creatures that have white eyes.

Alestaira is constantly arguing with her husband. They use their powers to interfier with eachother's spheres when they have fights. When Kindellia would set somthing to be impossible, Alestaira would use her powers of space to make it possible. As payback (for he can be very immature), Kindellia will set it so that it is impossible for someone that Alestaira has set to die of old age to die. They eventually make up and fix anything they screwed up. But when they have fight, the pain of the Adrae suffers.

[InTeleJest]

Please welcome the Prince of Dark Humor, Johnealu!
I shall take you on a tour of my silly somewhat hazardous realm!
Please step inside the giant decomposed green elf head to begin!
If you look to your left you will find tons of Argonians and Khajiits to torture!
To your right you will find Mt. Joykill, sure to leave a twisted smile on that ugly face of yours!
Up ahead is The Adoring Fan Torture Chamber, where you can experiment on new ways to kill him!
As you can see my land is all one big red grass plain with Mt Joykill and Lake Serenity:The calmest lake ever,you just have to look past the crashing waters full of happy Imps with no heads! There you will find purple deer that look so cute you could just eat them up, if they don't eat you first!
Be warned Boring People of Tamreil, for if you enter my realm, you shall be sent to A Pink House, where you will be repeating stabbed by The Adoring Fan because of his anger of everyone mutilating him all the time!

[HatofMadness]

If i were a daedric prince, i'd have Azura by my side ^_^

[DeadlyPerfume]

I would be Daevora, Lady of A Thousand Painted Faces, and my sphere would be disguise, murder in cold blood, and poison. I'd take the form of the true love of the person before me. If there was no love in their heart, I'd take the form of a veiled dancer with a painted harlequin mask.

My realm would be known as The Meadow of Liars, in which the sky was always dark and the ground lit by deadly luminous flowers and glowing glass butterflies. No matter how far you travel in the meadow, the edges of your vision are always obscured by a grey fog, and traveling further yields little result. It would be populated by my favored minions the Beloved, strange ghost-like imitations of people with upside down tragedy masks sewn onto their face. They are able to pierce the thoughts of visitors, and use this gift to assume the forms of people from memories. They desire to be mortal but can never quite perfect the illusion entirely, and someone with keen eyes will always notice what it is amiss.

Throughout furthest reaches of the meadow broken mirrors are scattered which reflect the gazer in different ways. Some show the monster a person risks becoming if they give in to temptation, some show the person surrounded by what they most desire, some show the person as old and withered, at the end of life. Here dwell the Unloved, the souls of followers who have failed me. They have no mask to wear and wander blindly without a face. Should they happen upon a mortal intruder they seek to steal a new one.

I would be prayed to by assassins, liars, and those plotting conspiracies to aid in their deception. Sometimes I would hear their plea and grant them my blessing in various forms. I reward those who kill artfully and without being caught, and my living female followers are masters of poisoning.

Due to the nature of my sphere I would be considered more on the evil side, but am very fickle and feminine, capable of emotion such as sorrow, love, or jealousy. I do not condone torture in the actions of my followers or the killing of anyone besides the specified target(s). My artifact would be Daevora's Flower, which is an etheral lily contained in a glass box. When opened, the aroma that wafts upwards from its petals puts everyone but the holder to sleep.

My quest would probably involve wearing a disguise and murdering one of my followers (who was at the sime time in disguise and trying to murder you ).

[Wikia_Boy]

I would be Daevora, Lady of A Thousand Painted Faces, and my sphere would be disguise, murder in cold blood, and poison. I'd take the form of the true love of the person before me. If there was no love in their heart, I'd take the form of a veiled dancer with a painted harlequin mask.

My realm would be known as The Meadow of Liars, in which the sky was always dark and the ground lit by deadly luminous flowers and glowing glass butterflies. No matter how far you travel in the meadow, the edges of your vision are always obscured by a grey fog, and traveling further yields little result. It would be populated by my favored minions the Beloved, strange ghost-like imitations of people with upside down tragedy masks sewn onto their face. They are able to pierce the thoughts of visitors, and use this gift to assume the forms of people from memories. They desire to be mortal but can never quite perfect the illusion entirely, and someone with keen eyes will always notice what it is amiss.

Throughout furthest reaches of the meadow broken mirrors are scattered which reflect the gazer in different ways. Some show the monster a person risks becoming if they give in to temptation, some show the person surrounded by what they most desire, some show the person as old and withered, at the end of life. Here dwell the Unloved, the souls of followers who have failed me. They have no mask to wear and wander blindly without a face. Should they happen upon a mortal intruder they seek to steal a new one.

I would be prayed to by assassins, liars, and those plotting conspiracies to aid in their deception. Sometimes I would hear their plea and grant them my blessing in various forms. I reward those who kill artfully and without being caught, and my living female followers are masters of poisoning.

Due to the nature of my sphere I would be considered more on the evil side, but am very fickle and feminine, capable of emotion such as sorrow, love, or jealousy. I do not condone torture in the actions of my followers or the killing of anyone besides the specified target(s). My artifact would be Daevora's Flower, which is an etheral lily contained in a glass box. When opened, the aroma that wafts upwards from its petals puts everyone but the holder to sleep.

My quest would probably involve wearing a disguise and murdering one of my followers (who was at the sime time in disguise and trying to murder you ).

Wow, that would be a fun quest

[Jcnator]

I would be Engran the deadric princes of machines pollution and inovation. my oblivion realm would we colled Sucior and it is a industrial nightmare. the air is unbreaveable and it is so hot no liquid water exist. much like the deadlands but with lots of machines and smoke.

my deadra are called the Humeans and are empy armors filled with theo¿ir soul wich is poisonus so when they are killed the contaminate. I was a very important deity for the dwenmer but now i am allmost forgotten.

[Wikia_Boy]

I would be Engran the deadric princes of machines pollution and inovation. my oblivion realm would we colled Sucior and it is a industrial nightmare. the air is unbreaveable and it is so hot no liquid water exist. much like the deadlands but with lots of machines and smoke.

my deadra are called the Humeans and are empy armors filled with theo¿ir soul wich is poisonus so when they are killed the contaminate. I was a very important deity for the dwenmer but now i am allmost forgotten.

aww, poor you

[thepigclub]

I am Karsh, the god of eternity and the unknown. I have no form, no begining. I simply am. The Aylieds worshipped me and feared me I taught them many things, all of which have been lost. I am worshipped by people who fear death. Thy set up shrines in old ruins

My servants are the empty bodies of the dead. They appear as human, but with gray flaking skin and black eyes. They wear hoods and cloaks.

My realm is empty. There is no sound and no life. In the middle of my realm there is a tower. In this tower is a book which holds infromation of Tamriel's creation and it's inevitable destruction.

Mehrunes Dagon despises me and has attempted to conqour my realm but has never succeded

[Sav]

My sphere is the sphere of darkness. The land is like a vast, black savanna, except any foliage is burnt or black. The sky is a dark purple, and trees are rotten and twisted, with dark, hidden ghosts in dark black robes endlessly searching. A dark black mist covers the land, and only one city resides. An underground, lava filled city is busy with the death of those who enter. I would be a large, dark man, covered in a black robe, with ashes of those dead surrounding me. My quest would be being able to choose how your next victim dies, and you searching for new ones.

[Jcnator]

I would be Engran the deadric princes of machines pollution and inovation. my oblivion realm would we colled Sucior and it is a industrial nightmare. the air is unbreaveable and it is so hot no liquid water exist. much like the deadlands but with lots of machines and smoke.

my deadra are called the Humeans and are empy armors filled with theo¿ir soul wich is poisonus so when they are killed the contaminate. I was a very important deity for the dwenmer but now i am allmost forgotten.

aww, poor you

Beware Kindellia! I may be forgotten but i am very powerfull! they say our brother Jyggalag is free and i wuldnt mind joining the forces of order to get back my status. SOON I WILL GET BACK WHAT I DESERVE. MUAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA.

[Wikia_Boy]

aww, why don't you come join me in my plain? your abilities would be welcomed

[Jcnator]

I dont know Kindellia. Last time i joined another prince it was Dagon and he made me built some land mines and a deadric seige crawler to destroy a city called Bruma. But if we all join, Jyggalag wont stand a chance. (i know i said i was joining him but he refused). So if we all unite not even Dagon himself would stand a chance!

[jakeuh_hates_dunmer]

I am Litheen, lord of the unthinkable
my sphere is surrealism.
My realm is full of images that will never leave your mind, you will get lost in thought staring at them,
the ground of my realm varies in color of the greyscale and so does the sky.
They never match in color though.
You will constantly hear music in my realm, a violin, only 5 notes being played in an infinite repeat.
My minions consist of blind worshipers immune to my images, they help dispose of the adventures captivated by my realms surroundings.
I take form of a featureless humanoid.
Nothing I will directly say to you will make sense, but will leave you thinking about it for days.

[AKB]

I am Litheen, lord of the unthinkable
my sphere is surrealism.
My realm is full of images that will never leave your mind, you will get lost in thought staring at them,
the ground of my realm varies in color of the greyscale and so does the sky.
They never match in color though.
You will constantly hear music in my realm, a violin, only 5 notes being played in an infinite repeat.
My minions consist of blind worshipers immune to my images, they help dispose of the adventures captivated by my realms surroundings.
I take form of a featureless humanoid.
Nothing I will directly say to you will make sense, but will leave you thinking about it for days.

I'm pretty sure you just described an office building...

I would be Cataract, Lord of Self Destruction, no one directly worships me, but all who can be blamed for their own problems kneels before my alter. My realm is a maze, the only way to get out is with anothers help. For trying to escape by yourself will always lead to your death, or a fate worse than even that.

[Wikia_Boy]

I dont know Kindellia. Last time i joined another prince it was Dagon and he made me built some land mines and a deadric seige crawler to destroy a city called Bruma. But if we all join, Jyggalag wont stand a chance. (i know i said i was joining him but he refused). So if we all unite not even Dagon himself would stand a chance!

Don't worry, I have great sympothy for the forgotten. I will welcome you in the Forgotten Lands with the greatest honors.

[dovahkiin350]

Why do you summon me, mortal? You are not one of my faithful. Call me Ajax, prince of savage. If you want to be my chosen, then prove yourself to me, mortal. Kill all of my chosen and You will become one of them, if you refuse, you will be brutaly killed!

[merodoc]

c'mon lets not let this thread die

if i were a daedric prince i would be carancellis the daedric prince of deception i focus on bringing up fears or weaknesses hidden in mists to trap unwanted visitors my plane would be changing considering the different personalities of the "visitor" if they had a love of someone they would be showing up in their paradise place before finding out that it was really a deceptive daedra and that you are 2 steps away from lava. my daedra would be (not very original here) called succubi that would take the from of a weakness of the creature in front of them to manipulate or destroy.

I would probably be neutral but a bit evil playing with the minds of mortals who have forsaken themselves

[Vermundr]

I would be Kylig lord of Ice and cold.
I would sit in my ice palace and my minions would be snow trolls.

[zzfallens]

Name: Okin - Daedric Prince of time and space
Sphere: The realm would be called The Hourglass, a place where there are millions of hourglasses, each of them counting down to a different event that will happen in either Oblivion or Mundus. Thousands of big, dark, misty rooms hold the hourglasses. The Daedra there will be Robed men called the "Keepers of Time" guarding the rooms that the hour glasses are placed in, and if you dare to harm one of the unbreakable hourglasses your soul will be sucked into a new "Keepers of Time"'s robe and will have to guard the realm for the rest of eternity.

My throne room will have tables over looking all the continents of Nirn, the other 8 planets of mundus, and all the planes of oblivion. Nothing can escape the eye of Okin, Lord of Time!

[Knight]

Nothing can escape the eye of Okin, Lord of Time!

Sorry to burst you bubble, but I think Akatosh has already copyrighted that "Ultimate god of Time" title.

[KneelBeforeZod]

Name: Gor'rend, God of the Slaughter

My Realm is almost perpetual night, and even the daylight only barely gives off any light. Basically, a lot of it is like an eerie fog...there are some villages, a few camps, a castle or two, y'know, populated with really, REALLY stupid NPCs. Like, their stats would be in the negatives INT-wise. No survival sense.

Anyway, those are just sort of 'cattle' though, constantly being picked off one-by one by my followers, called 'Slashers'(Also the name of anyone who decides to worship me.). All Slashers look different, and have different abilities tied to their strengths, but they are all brutal, brutal murderers, Usually with some simple yet gruesome weapon. Oh yeah, and if you have any Redguard companions, they die first.

Anyway, you can do quests for me, whatever, and depending on who you are and what you do, I'll give you an item:

Gor'rend's Mask(Basically a hockey mask, enhances sneak by a lot, however, gives you an aura of intimidate, and really lowers disposition.)

Teeth of the Slasher(A chainsaw, mwuah ha ha ha haaaa, two handed, does faaaaar too much damage, but to make up for this, a slow start-up speed)

Staff of Delicious Pleasures(Basically, this and a lot of evil, gore-related spells, probably a lot of Necromancy, can summon a few Slashers, etc etc.)

I think that's enough.

[Argonanza]

populated with really, REALLY stupid NPCs. Like, their stats would be in the negatives INT-wise. No survival sense.
Oh yeah, and if you have any Redguard companions, they die first.

Haha, nice one! Every horror film ever created (spare like, 4).

[merodoc]

love the styles being shown here wish i were a bit more original in my design but still. i can make your dreams come true then they will just completely backfire on you whether a nightmare or just a regular happy dream about the girl you had a crush on during first year at the arcane university

[Lindai]

My name would be Pot,Lord of renegades.
My realm would consist of anything dismissed in modern society. Weeds,loud music,communism,slightly burnt toast and bull runs.
My favoured creature would be the honey badger.
I will take the form of a rabid dog,that doesn't bite but simply salivates massive amounts of water that keep the main river of the realm,Rabid River,flowing constantly to supply the renegades with fresh water.