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Jyggalag is the original and true personality of the deity better known as Sheogorath, and the main antagonist of The Elder Scrolls IV: Shivering Isles. He is/was the Daedric Prince of Order, a near-omniscient being devoted to making everything "perfect" at the expense of living things' freedom, leaving the places he conquered in boring creative and intellectual stillness. He was a very powerful and aggressive Daedra, so much that the others feared and hated him and thus joined forces to curse Jyggalag, transforming him into Sheogorath, his eccentrically insane polar opposite. However, once at the end of every era, in an event known as the "Greymarch", Jyggalag would return, replace Sheogorath and lay conquest to his realm of the Shivering Isles, only to revert to madness shortly after completing this campaign and then undo it all as Sheogorath, who would have to start over since all the insane residents of his realm would be dead. This is about to happen for the fourth time when Sheogorath calls forth the Hero of Kvatch (the player) to put an end to the cycle once and for all, which they eventually succeed in when Jyggalag is defeated by the hero, and his "death" permanently sets his spirit free from its curse. In gratitude, Jyggalag lets the player become the new Sheogorath and agrees to leave the realm of madness alone going forward. Despite this, Jyggalag is not seen, heard from or mentioned in The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, possibly due to the fact that he is in hiding and/or has yet to reestablish a following since everyone in the mortal world had forgotten about him while he was Sheogorath.
Stop right there, chaotic scum; you've violated the law!
It's time to see my plane reclaimed; annihilate every flaw.
Big, bad Jyggalag: I bring the Order, straight–up and raw;
Built like a brick house, and wrecking you like one made of straw!
With nigh–omniscience and my triumph preordained,
I cut the wretched Roots of Madness; logicize your loony brain.
Behold this silver sentinel, outshining every Golden Saint!
You know I really take the biscuit; talking broken ones, I ain't.
Over my cold, severed heart, for Order's sphere is ever–reaching!
Madness fades now from this realm; just ask the Duke, or was it Duchess?
Either way, Equestria is next to fall in crystal clutches.