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Laz harassed me into doing this, so he's on scapegoat duty.
Well, this is just a short piece I wrote (again, under harassment from Laz), about something from Morrowind.
In other words, it's not especially good. As usual.
Why these obsessions, I do not know. Two mages fascinated by the Dwemer, giving missions that forced me into the dead cities of such, cities still haunted by the near-invisible ghosts. Another, a necromancer, desiring someone’s skull from a tomb.
And then, there are the vampires. If Skink had stopped at wanting Vampires of Vvardenfell, Volume II, I would not have wondered. But seeking a cure for the condition? Do they have no apprentices for such a task?
I did not find it difficult to enter the library itself. One Ordinator even whispered thanks to me for catching a murder, and the others merely tolerated my presence. So, here I am in the secret room, with camouflage running out as I seek the book.
Not here, nor on the next shelf. Wait, what is this? A slim pamphlet, entitled “Nerevar at Red Mountain.” I lift it, and skim the pages.
Then Nerevar told his queen and generals all that had transpired under Red Mountain and how the Dwemer had used special tools to turn their people into immortals and of the wondrous power of the Heart of Lorkhan. The Tribunal decided that the Chimer should learn how to use this power so that Nerevar might claim Resdayn and the world for their people. Nerevar did not expect or want this, so he asked his queen and generals to help him summon Azura yet again for her guidance. But the Tribunal had become as greedy as Kagrenac upon hearing of the power of the Heart and they coveted it. They made ritual as if to summon Azura as Nerevar wanted but Almalexia used poisoned candles and Sotha Sil used poisoned robes and Vivec used poisoned invocations. Nerevar was murdered.
They would not. Then an impression, a memory of poison. They would.
The gods are dead. Dagoth Ur, Sotha Sil, Almalexia, Vivec. All dead by my hand save one. Vivec last, falling before my sword as did the others. What knowledge did he have of this, and could he have escaped it if he had known? Would he wish to escape it?
The irony of slaying Vivec with Hopesfire does not escape me. Nerevar would have used his blade, not Almalexia’s. But I am not Nerevar; I am Nerevarine.
And the Ordinators will find the writ for Vivec tonight. The leader of the Morag Tong indeed had sanctioned license to kill him.
Well, this is just a short piece I wrote (again, under harassment from Laz), about something from Morrowind.
In other words, it's not especially good. As usual.
Vivec
Vivec, Secret Library.
Vivec, Secret Library.
Why these obsessions, I do not know. Two mages fascinated by the Dwemer, giving missions that forced me into the dead cities of such, cities still haunted by the near-invisible ghosts. Another, a necromancer, desiring someone’s skull from a tomb.
And then, there are the vampires. If Skink had stopped at wanting Vampires of Vvardenfell, Volume II, I would not have wondered. But seeking a cure for the condition? Do they have no apprentices for such a task?
I did not find it difficult to enter the library itself. One Ordinator even whispered thanks to me for catching a murder, and the others merely tolerated my presence. So, here I am in the secret room, with camouflage running out as I seek the book.
Not here, nor on the next shelf. Wait, what is this? A slim pamphlet, entitled “Nerevar at Red Mountain.” I lift it, and skim the pages.
Then Nerevar told his queen and generals all that had transpired under Red Mountain and how the Dwemer had used special tools to turn their people into immortals and of the wondrous power of the Heart of Lorkhan. The Tribunal decided that the Chimer should learn how to use this power so that Nerevar might claim Resdayn and the world for their people. Nerevar did not expect or want this, so he asked his queen and generals to help him summon Azura yet again for her guidance. But the Tribunal had become as greedy as Kagrenac upon hearing of the power of the Heart and they coveted it. They made ritual as if to summon Azura as Nerevar wanted but Almalexia used poisoned candles and Sotha Sil used poisoned robes and Vivec used poisoned invocations. Nerevar was murdered.
They would not. Then an impression, a memory of poison. They would.
Vivec, later.
The gods are dead. Dagoth Ur, Sotha Sil, Almalexia, Vivec. All dead by my hand save one. Vivec last, falling before my sword as did the others. What knowledge did he have of this, and could he have escaped it if he had known? Would he wish to escape it?
The irony of slaying Vivec with Hopesfire does not escape me. Nerevar would have used his blade, not Almalexia’s. But I am not Nerevar; I am Nerevarine.
And the Ordinators will find the writ for Vivec tonight. The leader of the Morag Tong indeed had sanctioned license to kill him.