Much of Amalthea’s time in Tamriel is spent basically dicking around. She collects quests as greedily as a lepidopterist collects moths – but she’s more like a lazy lepidopterist, one who never quite gets around to assembling and pinning his collection, so he eventually turns into the Weird Old Man with Dead Moths Just Lying There All Over His House.
She has a weakness for the Daedric Quests, though. She and I share an admiration of incomprehensible morality.
And so, with the pelvis of a dead emperor in hand, Amalthea ventured into the Pelagius Wing of Solitude’s Blue Palace.
Amalthea got the key to the Pelagius Wing from a palace maid. Which means that the housekeeping staff has access to the wing. Which means that this is just plain damn inexcusable.
Heads will roll.
But before Amalthea could find the head maid to give her a stern talking-to (with a sword), she was magically transported to what appeared to be a tea party at Stonehenge.
For a second, I thought she’d gone bald, and I panicked. (Did my Fallout files cross over somehow?) But fortunately, it was just an ugly hat hiding her raven locks. The rest of the ensemble sort of made up for it.
Apparently, Amalthea had stumbled upon the Daedric Prince Sheogorath and the dead emperor Pelagius III – although she didn’t know that yet, since she doesn’t have the luxury of subtitles.
And so she did what anyone would do after being teleported into an insane tea party in another dimension.
She sat down at the table and ate an apple pie.
Eventually, Pelagius disappeared in a cloud of black smoke that ruined Amalthea’s dining experience, but I suppose that, since he’s missing his pelvis, walking away is out of the question. Then Sheogorath decided to shed some light on the situation.
Well, for Amalthea – who is neither dead nor a monarch, but who is homicidally insane – this isn’t very much of a stretch.
Still, the idea of being stuck in someone else’s head gave her the heebie-jeebies, so she would like to go home, thankyouverymuch, please, Mr. Madness, sir.
Of course it wasn’t that simple. In Skyrim, every offer has a catch, every door has a puzzle, and every Daedric Prince of Madness has a list of insane shit that must be done before one can leave the mind of a dead crazy king. Amalthea had to earn her trip back to Tamriel by addressing Pelagius’s insanity: his night terrors, paranoia, and anger issues. And she had to do so armed only with a staff whose effects are completely unpredictable.
It wasn’t all work and no play, though. She met a lovely gal while fighting Pelagius’s night terrors. Unfortunately, this maiden was a little shy, and refused to talk to (or sleep with) Amalthea. It was probably not the time or place, anyway.
After defeating Pelagius’s night terrors and paranoia, Amalthea only had his anger issues left to deal with. 
Amalthea was a little disappointed that she didn’t get to talk to Pelagius. She thought they would probably get along swimmingly.
Having fulfilled her Daedric duties, Amalthea reported back to Sheogorath, who gave her a gentle lesson in psychiatric treatment.
Insanity – it’s like an arrow in the face.
With that, Amalthea was transported back to the Blue Palace and her own reality. And now she can add “psychologist to dead emperors” to her business cards.
pretty girls kill things 