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morgana-ren · 5 months

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Do you think Dagoth Ur would breed the shit outta the Nerevarine?

Oh, absolutely. Listen, listen, listen. After it's all said and done, what else is there to do? He's a God. The only option is to start expanding new horizons.

Truthfully, I think Voryn wanted to when the Nerevarine was still Nerevar. I'm sure he has a harsh word or seven to share with Almalexia over just that, but she's dead, so it's a nonissue. There was no other end for the false Goddess.

Look at the strange obsession Voryn had, even throughout the course of the game. Coming to you in dreams. Telling his Ash Vampires to direct you to him (in mods, this is able to happen as opposed to the vanilla game where the script was accidentally overwritten.) Basically allowing you to progress and learn and grow so that you might make your way to him at Akulakhan.

There are parts of Voryn that are still very much in love with Nerevar, and what is left of Nerevar is the Nerevarine. Dagoth Ur has become a new man-- a God-- and so too must he grow and learn beyond Nerevar.

Obviously, in the game, it wouldn't make much sense to walk in and go "Hey daddy Dagoth, I've decided to join you. Fuck Azura. Let us rip down the false Gods and cast them out with the mongrel dogs of the Empire. Let me rule by your side and we shall speak for the law and the land--" and yada yada. Like, obviously they couldn't let you do that. I wish they would, but they won't.

Let's assume things go differently in the cavern under Red Mountain. Let's assume that Dagoth, in his infinite wisdom and mercy, allows the Nerevarine to submit and genuinely accepts that submission.

You think they're just going to be buddies?

Lmao no.

Dagoth Ur is eternal and has little need for lineage for legacy purposes, but that doesn't mean that it might not be prudent to try.

He's waited thousands of years to have them. Thousands of years he has had to obsess and plot and plan. And when he finally has them in his clutches, I'm sure his plans go further still. After all, what better way to ensure loyalty than through marriage and subsequent breeding, eh? And not in the way that Almalexia did, which was purely political. We're talking the long-lived obsession of a man steeped in the Godshead and the will and way to make his desires a reality.

Clearly, he's gone a little mad in his solitude. What do you think the first thing he's going to do when he has the object of his eternal affection trapped there with him? (Hint: How does a God-King pass the time? How did Almalexia and Vivec pass the time?)

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aladaylessecondblog · 2 months

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Fallen Star pt. 8

Author's Note: The chapter was running a bit long and still wasn't done so I cut it in half because I had to be up early this morning.

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The lips of the mask were cold, and when Voryn pulled back, the chill remained on her skin.

"Apologies," he said, "In dreams, I never take it off."

"It's fine," Sadara replied. She looked up and realized they were now no longer indoors, but outside and under the stars. A garden, perhaps, or a courtyard. "I suppose I must have been here, once, but the garden I do not remember."

In the back of her mind, that fear of forgetting reappeared. She took Voryn's arm when he gestured, and he lead her further out. The crowd of people began to thin as they walked, and the ordered courtyard of a garden began to look less arranged and more natural.

"There's no need to worry about that now," Voryn said, "Don't let the state of the sleepers fool you that way. Those who ascend in my service prefer not to remember what came before."

"I know, I spoke to Ulen. Is it true, the tale he told me? That his daughter was murdered, and...that's how he came to you?"

"Indeed it is, because I saw the memories as they were erased. His daughter fought her captors bravely, and they were all the more cruel in their killing of her as a result. He found her at a point far past death, far beyond any hope of healing and his grief...it consumed him. He turned to skooma and then to drink and it was only then that I reached him. He asked only the erasure of the cruelty he witnessed in return for his service. He was left only with the knowledge that she was murdered by those bandits, and the sight of her body burning on its funeral pyre. No children have come to the Sixth House yet, but he has asked, if he may, to be a part of guiding them if they do. Even though he has forgotten the source of the pain, its echo remains."

"But all your followers...do all of them forget their lives?" Closer now, to the question she actually wanted to ask.

"It is often easier for them that way."

"Even before they have...committed to the cause?" Sadara took a deep breath. "Because...I've noticed myself forgetting things. I'm not accusing you of doing it intentionally, but...I wonder if it is a side-effect of the corprus that I simply didn't notice until now."

"It often plays havoc with some minds," Voryn replied, laying his other hand over the one of hers clinging to his arm. Then he sighed. "Like a thief who steals from the ill-guarded, perhaps you only noticed that things were gone when you reached for them. I cannot predict how it behaves in most minds...but now that you've had your case stilled, I'm certain there will be no further worries."

"No, you wouldn't want your Nerevar to forget this time, would you?" Sadara asked, "I suppose my life is...less important."

There was a pause. Voryn stopped moving, and for a moment she was afraid.

"Your life is what brought you back to me," he said. His voice was gentler when he spoke again. "Am I so terrifying to you?"

"You aren't what you were before, Voryn," Sadara said, trying to choose her words carefully. "And I am still unlearning things that they attempted to put into my head about you. Being able to visit me like this I didn't expect, and your being able to hear my thoughts here, it's...it's not that I fear you exactly, but all this is overwhelming. Imagine it from my side - you come from nothing, you struggle and fight. You get kidnapped in the dead of night and sent to a country where no one wants you there, and start taking orders from some agent of the Emperor because what else are you going to do? The note you gave Dagoth Gares was the first real welcome I felt."

She gulped slightly.

"But at the same time everyone I met, except for the dreamers, told me how dangerous you were. The ashlanders especially. When I asked Nibani Maesa if there were not some way to save you, she told me not to bother. That a merciful end was the best course of action."

She knew she was running at the mouth, but she couldn't stop.

"How glad I am that you decided against that course of action."

Sadara squeezed briefly at his arm. "I know if our places were exchanged I'd want the same consideration. I know someone will eventually try to do what all of Morrowind seems to want, but I want you to understand: it won't be me."

"I already know that."

"I just wanted you to hear it," she looked up at the golden mask.

There was a pause, and then he started walking again.

"Did we do this before? Or is this simply you wanting no eyes on us?"

"Both," Voryn replied. "I was warning you about some worrying rumors to do with the Dwemer...and wondering why you seemed half out of it."

"Perhaps I was drunk?" she gave a slight laugh. "You did mention I liked to drink a little too much at these events."

A step onto a more overgrown path, the sight of a few daffodils and forget-me-nots. A memory stirred, and a thought along with it.

Could Kagrenac really be thinking of doing that? Dumac would never approve...

Walking beside Voryn, just as she was now.

By Azura...those cheekbones, that jaw. He's going to make such beautiful children, I only wish...

She shut her eyes.

"I was trying to tell you something serious," Voryn said, having heard both thoughts, "And you were admiring me."

"Well...perhaps there's a reason I incarnated as a bard," Sadara gave a short laugh. "We are infamous for such things, aren't we? I think...I think I must have thought I'd be able to handle it, that there was nothing to worry about."

She took a deep breath.

"That Azura would protect me, if anything went ill. Perhaps I should have paid less attention to your cheekbones and more attention to your words. Maybe then I'd have been smart enough to know you'd never betray me. I was too full of myself..."

Fog gathered at the edge of her vision. Voryn lead her off the path and under the hanging branches of a willow tree.

"It will be different this time, Nerevar. You know better now. Things will be as they were--no, better than they were, and you will be where you apparently always wanted to be: at my side."

"Just don't ask me to lead your armies," Sadara replied. "I'm tired, Voryn. I want to rest. I will keep your house ordered, your bed warm, your halls filled with music...but I don't want to lead in battle anymore. It would be best if there were no need for battle at all, but I...I know I can't convince you of that."

"I don't want to make my people suffer, but it will be necessary, to drive out the--"

"--mongrel dogs of the empire," she finished for him. "I know...I know. But you know the suffering will be worse this way. Surely Azura will send another champion, one far more likely to be bent to her will. Perhaps actual support in battle, rather than sending them off with more than just orders to do this or that. She told me I was chosen. Not to fear, that she was watchful. But the only one who has truly watched me is you...and I want to keep it that way. I don't want to lose you to a cocksure overpowered ordinator or something like that."

"You fear too much...which I can't say surprises me," Voryn said after a long silence. A flower (red salvia, she thought) appeared in his hand and he reached forward to tuck it behind her ear. "I can understand wanting to be less than what you were...and it is fortunate that I am the one leading now. I can give you all that you ask for."

She looked up at him, smiling weakly, not wanting to think the things she feared more. Knowing she must keep her mind clear, that he would hear anything she thought in this dream.

The fog grew denser, and she reached up to rub at her eyes. "I'm glad to hear it. I had...I had thought you might be angered by my...lack of enthusiasm to fight at your side."

"I could never be angry at you over so small a thing." Voryn's tone was softer than it had yet been, and he lifted her chin to look her in the eye. "We are too well entangled for that to happen."

There was a pause. She rubbed her eyes again.

"Someone is trying to wake you," he said, "Time can pass much differently here than in the waking world. I shall have to make my next visit longer."

He brought her hands to the lips of his mask and pressed a cold kiss to her knuckles.

"Awake or in dream I think of you, Nerevar. I will always think of you. Now that what you hoped has come true, no treachery will ever part us again."

Bliss filled and surrounded Sadara as the fog grew thicker still and finally blotted Voryn from view.

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Her knuckles were cold when she woke to find Dagoth Ulen standing beside her bed. She jolted, before remembering where she was and why she was there.

"I, I'm sorry," she muttered a quick apology, "I...I've been attacked by ash zombies after falling asleep now and then and I...I..."

"A perfectly natural response," Ulen said, "And it is why I am waking you, and not Rather."

He turned his back while she dressed, and when he turned back she spoke up only a little awkwardly.

"The pre-dawn is Azura's time...do any of you ever hear her?"

"If others do, they have not said," Ulen replied, "I have not heard her since coming here."

"Did you, before?"

She ate some of her rations and then left the room with him; Rather followed along once she'd left it.

"I can't fully recall. I remember cursing Azura's name once, before I came to the Sixth House, but...that, along with the memories I do retain, is a bit foggy. And speaking of the Sixth House..."

He held something out to her. A Sixth House amulet.

"One of the ash poets wanted to give you this."

Sadara gave a brief smile, and took it. "I thought I would have to join the house to get one of these."

What harm could there be in wearing the thing now? Certainly there was a spell attached to it, but wearing it wouldn't trigger the thing. She'd handled a few of these before...and it would help her ongoing masquerade.

She slipped on the amulet and took a deep breath.

Ulen handed her off to Rather at the front door, and she stepped out into the lightening air. It was clearer weather than she'd seen in weeks, no blight storm, no rain, no fog, simply a clear dark sky that was getting slowly brighter.

Sadara walked to the edge of the outdoor courtyard and sat face eastward, staring at the shift of color, the darker reds, the golds, the brilliant orange, like the sky around the sun was aflame.

And as she sat, and thought, she realized three things.

One, that the delicious fluttering in her chest and the warm glow she felt when she looked at or thought of Voryn was no longer merely animalistic lust.

Two, that she was NOT going to given up saving Voryn just yet. He was softer than she had ever seen him before in the dream from before she'd woken, and he was clearly pained by the idea of hurting others. There was a chance. There was a chance.

Three, that there were in reality three possible courses she could take if, in the end, she could not persuade Voryn. To do what Azura said (which she already knew she couldn't), to join Voryn in full, or to spurn both of them and leave Morrowind entirely.

And then, a voice.

You have disappointed me, failed incarnate. For clearly, that is what you are.

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