#Morvanie

[sneakygreenbean]

censored my legal name bc im shy

could i get a silly little doodle of nerevar as a kid?

Whoops I made you a comic about nerevars aunt giving him away to Morvani so that he can become the childhood friend and protector of Voryn

[trickstarbrave]

How many baby daddies did Morvani Dagoth have? And how many died under mysterious circumstances?

she had at least 3-4. gilvoth and vemyn share a dad, uthol i think is part dwemer and has his own dad, endus tureynul and ordos have another dad, and araynys and voryn share a dad

so three husbands, one side guy she had a fling with. MAYBE gilvoth and vemyn's father died bc of her. i dont even know if morvani killed him he might have died bc he was a stubborn angry moron. araynys and voryn's father i think is also dead but thats bc someone else outside house dagoth killed him when voryn was very young. morvani was the most upset about this he was her youngest husband and also her favorite (he was very handsome and a musician+dancer). tureynul, endus, and ordos' dad might have been her longest lasted husband but he died when voryn was a teenager. killed on the way back from a diplomatic mission. everyone was surprised it took him that long to kick the bucket

[aladaylessecondblog]

Red Mountain Waffle House, pt. 18

To Dagoth Ur, Lord of the Sixth House, Harbinger of corprus and blight, the Sharmat,

Consider this a warning. I will be in touch with further demands but for now, there is only one: Keep your Sleepers out of my capital.

There was no signature, but given the short letter was closed with the royal seal, it was obvious from whom the note came. Two things were wrapped inside its folds, a wrinkled picture of Sadara seated between Barenziah and Almalexia at some event or the other, and a lock of white hair.

"How DARE he," Nerevar said, "This is--she likely thought Barenziah was a safe person to be around, but..."

"But even if she was, her son certainly isn't." Morvani was the one to speak now. "And your former wife even less so!"

The chunk of her bone she was attached to had been enshrined near the Heart of Lorkhan, which seemed to bolster her strength. She had taken it upon herself to act as Lady Dagoth, saying Voryn clearly needed help, which he had accepted readily. For all his power he knew his mother played the game between Great Houses well, and would be a wonderful advisor. It would also be handy to have her around when Sadara returned...

If she returns, Nerevar thought in a dark moment. He didn't share the thought with anyone. It wasn't only that he feared Helseth would end her, it was also that he doubted she would wish to return after...everything. Ayem could sniff out an advantage anywhere, surely she'd see one here too...and exploit it. Or...

"We've got to get her out of there. If not because of Helseth, then because of Ayem," Nerevar spoke up. "Whatever overtures she might be making, I can only assume this will end with a dagger in Sadara's back."

"Voryn's wife is intelligent enough to distrust such things, I think, even if she pretends otherwise," Morvani said, "But she seemed to react poorly when I mentioned you...so Ayem may find it easier than you think to plant mistrust of others in her head."

"She was told Voryn wanted me rather than her, and she's been pinned as my incarnate for a while now, of course she hates mention of me." Nerevar groaned. "She hasn't responded to any messages, either."

In such despairing talk did several minutes pass. Morvani finally spoke up with something more hopeful.

"And once you have retrieved her, what then? How will you convince her to return?"

"Well--with the ring, I can do anything." Nerevar's voice shook a little as he spoke, but he went on more confidently.

"You can't simply kidnap a woman," Morvani said, "We aren't brutish nords who practice wife-stealing."

"Well it's not stealing if--"

"THAT SON OF AN IMPERIAL WHORE!"

A sudden shout came from the next room, and when Voryn walked in, they both noticed his wristbands were in ashes. He'd already seen Helseth's threatening letter, and that had angered him - but this extra fury seemed new.

"What's wrong?"

The several pages in his hand were thrust into Nerevar's, who quickly looked over them.

"Voryn...what--these are annulment papers!"

"Go and get her. I don't care what you have to do - get her out of Mournhold and back here before he does something worse."

"Of course," Nerevar said, "Of course. And Voryn--it'll be fine. I'll make sure nothing happens."

"And if you have to kill the bastard to do it, so much the better. Part of the Empire or not, we don't need the future lady of the house under the power of an imperial bootlicker." Morvani half-snarled.

---------------------------

Sadara was given the same papers by some kind of court clerk as she was out retrieving another box of Black Marsh cigars for Barenziah, and didn't read them until she was back in her own room.

For a few minutes she hesitated to do so, tried to remember if she'd fucked up her taxes somehow. Maybe the ordinator who'd lost his hand was suing her? Or...

With a deep breath she opened the legal envelope and looked at the papers.

APPROVAL OF MARITAL ANNULMENT

She was confused first - she definitely didn't remember filing for annulment yet. Something had held her back, though she had given the outward excuse of the inconvenience of going down to a courthouse to file, or figuring out what the fees for it were, or the matter of divorce, or...

It left a hollow feeling in her chest. This issue that had brought her so much trouble over the past weeks was now settled. The marriage she hadn't even had the sobriety to enjoy directly afterwards, the marriage that House Dagoth was so against - was ended. How it had been managed without her even initiating it she didn't know, the court clerk probably wouldn't have either. She'd go down to the court later and ask a few questions...maybe she'd just forgotten doing it. A lot of what she'd done lately was done in a haze, like she was sleepwalking through it automatically.

She was a single woman once again.

"Good," she said softly, under her breath, not feeling it at all. It WAS good, so why did this feel wrong?

Nerevar, Sadara thought next. It had to be Nerevar's influence on her. He was so infatuated with Voryn--Dagoth Ur, her mind corrected. She had the brief thought of re-downloading Morrowtwitter and messaging him again, but decided against it. That wouldn't do anything but pain her; probably there was already an announcement of Nerevar's engagement, and she didn't feel ready to see that.

It wasn't perfect in Mournhold, but it was better than being constantly broke. She had a place to live she didn't have to pay for, and was making enough she didn't have to really worry. She'd been able to get a lute and start practicing, too, and she'd always wanted one of those.

Maybe, she thought, having something to mindlessly practice would help this ache in her chest.

[keleren-ie]

Soooo...

*shyly tugs at @trickstarbrave 's skirt*

I've been writing something for a while (like, I started in july because I wanted it to be some kind of a birthday gift but huh yeah it's september now). Thanks to you I'm obsessed with nerevoryn now, so here's the result. It's not finished, nor am I satisfied with it but I dont think I'll ever be. So I'm trying to be brave and post it anyway.

It takes place in Moon-and-Star au, after meeting Vivec and before Sil, and is based on a mention of Gilvoth encouraging Nerevar to leave Kogoruhn. Nerevar is having a panic attack for no reason because I wanted Voryn to comfort him.

Anyway here's the thing :

Warning : possibly misused words, typos, and incorrect sentences. I am not a native english speaker.

Voryn was standing still, careful not to move as the tailor took measurements and stuck pins here and there. Now that he had finally stopped growing, his mother had decided that it was about time his ceremonial robes as future leader of House Dagoth were prepared. It was a pragmatic decision, as always with Morvani Dagoth : she still had years, maybe decades before passing out. But she anticipated it anyway, knowing full well that her son would have enough things to handle after her death, not to add standing not moving for hours for new clothes. Besides, those took time to sew and embroider, and he would need them quickly once he’d become the new head.

So there he was, lost in his mind and surrounded by a very punctilious and meticulous tailor, her assistants and apprentices, and a few servants. And Gilvoth was there too, for some reason. Voryn wasn’t really sure why exactly his oldest brother had invited himself, but there he was, standing in a corner of the room like he was keeping watch.

Voryn was used to this, but he was still bored, staring at the mirror in front of him while a maid did his hair. And so it was a relief when he saw the door opening and Nerevar’s head appeared, glancing inside. His until now neutral face cracked into a warm smile seeing his friend, and Nerevar smiled in return. His face was a little red, and he seemed slightly out of breath. He must have rushed here after his morning training, without taking time to drink or clean himself.

“Neht !” Voryn greeted him with a smile, and everyone turned their heads in his direction as Nerevar smiled back.

“Hey-“ The tailor cut him off “Oh no, out here you ! This room is already too crowded.” she snapped, motioning him to go away. Gilvoth stood up, and she corrected herself. “I didn’t mean this about you my lord, we are nearly done anyway” but he waved it off and mumbled something about having things to do anyway. Then the door closed, and Voryn was back to the pins.

It upset him that Nerevar was sent away so rudely, but then again the tailor had a point. The room was indeed crowded, but he wasn’t happy about it still. He would just have to wait for the trying-on session to be over, then.

Thankfully, they were actually nearly done and after a few more long minutes Voryn was allowed to leave. He rushed towards Nerevar’s room, eager to see his best friend. Despite him living in Kogoruhn, they had not seen each other much in the past few weeks. Of course Voryn had been busy as always, but there seemed to be something else.

Nerevar had changed in the last few years. Not that much, he was still himself, but he seemed more secretive than before. Back when they were children and teenagers, his best friend would tell him absolutely everything and never hide anything from him. But now Neht sometimes lied to Voryn when he asked him if everything was alright. Of course Voryn knew he was lying, he knew Nerevar well enough to see it immediatly. But he had pretented not to see it. Maybe it was simply because they were now both adults. Maybe it was because of that blow Nerevar took to the head a few years ago...Voryn didn’t know, and that incertitude killed him slowly but surely. Part of him tried to accept it ; it wasnt uncommon for childhood friends to grow apart after all, and if Nerevar wanted to leave he was free to do so. But by Mephala did he want to keep Nerevar by his side, as selfish as it was.

As he approached Nerevar’s room, Voryn noticed that the door was cracked open and there were voices coming from inside.

“I mean Voryn no harm, I swear ! He is my best friend and-“ That was Nerevar’s voice, defending himself. He was cut off by an angry voice Voryn knew just as well. “Don’t give me that shit you little s’wit !” Gilvoth. Voryn sped up, ready to defend his friend. He didn’t know what accusations Gilvoth had thrown at Nerevar, but if it implied hurting Voryn of fucking course he was wrong. “Do you think I am stupid ?! Or blind ? You sleeping next to him is already far too much. Be responsible once in your life and leave before you make something stupid. Think about-“

“What exactly are you talking about ?” Voryn threw open the door and stepped in, a snarl on his face.

---

After Nerevar got the door shut in his face, he retreated to his room. He was dirty from his earlier training session after all, and intended to clean himself up and change his clothes before he'd get a chance to see Voryn again. His mind trailed off as he walked, wondering how Voryn would look in ceremonial robes as the leader of House Dagoth. Of course he would look good, Voryn was a stunningly beautiful mer. But how exactly would he look ? His hair would look like a night sky, with stars of gold in it. The ceremonial markings on his face would be divine too, Nerevar knew it. Already his usual make-up was gorgeous, but the perspective of seeing Voryn as a lord in all his glory was so much. Gods knew Voryn deserved to be worshipped just as much as the good Three.

Even lost in his thoughts, Nerevar quickly noticed with surprise that Gilvoth was following him. Actually, Voryn’s brother followed him all the way to his room, and came inside without asking. Did he want to lecture Nerevar about disturbing Voryn in his duties ? It wouldnt be the first time. So many times Voryn's brothers - especially Gilvoth and Vemyn - had lectured him about his behaviour, his manners, or how he was dragging Voryn down. Most of the times when their younger brother wasnt around. Bunch of s'wits.

Gilvoth wore his lecture face, and when he pushed the door and put his hands on his hips, Nerevar prepared himself to endure whatever would be thrown at him. But he hadn't anticipated what was coming.

"I want you to stop disturbing Voryn during his duties. Or after. Don't you think it's time you leave him alone ?"

"I am not disturbing him," Nerevar countered "Voryn takes his role very seriously, if I bothered him he wouldn't hesitate to ask me to leave and-"

Gilvoth let out a loud sigh of exasperation. "I’ve had enough of your attitude." He snapped. "I have warned you already about staying away from my brother ! He is actively preparing to become our future lord now, so I don’t want to see you crawling around him, trying to ruin it. "

Nerevar opened his mouth, and closed it. "What ? I'm not-"

"Don't pretend you don't know ! I've seen how you look at him. Do you even realize this may cause rumors, scandals ? Do you even fucking care ?!" Gilvoth spat trough his teeth, a furious glare in his red eyes, and Nerevar started to panic.

Of course, he knew full-well what Gilvoth was talking about. He had always loved Voryn very dearly, but since a few years he had accepted the obvious truth that he actually did love Voryn, not simply as a friend. How could he not ? Voryn was the kindest soul he knew. Of course, not to most people. The young heir of House Dagoth could be cold, vicious and manipulative. But that knowledge only made his behaviour toward Nerevar sweeter. Knowing that his face was stern for others, but smiling for him. That he was composed and polite with strangers, but relaxed and sassy with Nerevar. That he loved critizing people, but always had words of encouragement for him. Of course he loved Voryn.

And of course Nerevar knew he didn't stand a chance. He was perfectly aware of the situation, actually. He knew Voryn was expected to marry another noble, to forge a strong alliance and have his own heirs in time. Besides, he had never shown any sign of affection apart from their friendship. And meanwhile Nerevar had been allowed to work for house Dagoth only because Morvani Dagoth loved spoiling her youngest son. Now that he was an adult, it was only a matter of time before they kicked him out. And maybe it was time.

But gods Nerevar wanted more. He wanted to stay at Voryn's side so much. To watch him become a lord. To serve him. As much as it was foolish.

“I mean Voryn no harm, I swear ! He is my best friend and-“

Gilvoth started to yell even more, and Nerevar winced. If he kept screaming everyone would hear and know, including Voryn. And he really didn't want-

The door was thrown open, and Voryn stepped inside, furious. Nerevar's face turned white, and his mind turned off.

---

Voryn walked into the room, ready to demand answers from Gilvoth, but before his stupid brother could say anything Nerevar stormed out, running like he was chased by a daedra.

"Neht ?!" Voryn called him, alarmed. He turned to Gilvoth once more. "What were you talking about ? What did you tell him ?"

Gilvoth seemed to hesitate. Clearly he was poundering his options. He couldn't get away with a lie : Nerevar was clearly distressed when he left, unable to look at Voryn.

"Gilvoth." Voryn spoke again, raising his voice. He was the future lord of House Dagoth, and brother or not Gilvoth would explain himself. "What. Did you. Tell him ?"

---

Nerevar ran like a devil through the streets outside the stronghold, his heart pounding in his chest.

Voryn knew. Voryn had heard Gilvoth, and now he hated him. He had looked so furious when he had entered the room, and no doubt he never wanted to see Nerevar again. Nerevar was already on thin ice with House Dagoth, but it seemed now they would finally kick him out.

He stopped at a small foutain, panting. He was panicking. Nerevar was well aware of it, but still his reasoning was perfectly sound. What other reaction might have Voryn had ? Why would anyone want to keep him after this ? He knew for a fact nobody except Voryn appreciated him here. It wasnt paranoia, it was sadly true.

And if he was being completely honest, it was doomed to happen sooner or later. Nerevar knew Voryn cared about him a lot, sometimes to the point of stupidity when they were younger. But now they were adults, and already Voryn had less and less time to spare with him. Despite living in the same stronghold - despite having their rooms in the same hallway - they had started to see each other less and less frequently over the last year. Slowly but surely they were growing apart already. At least their friendship would end swiftly then, instead of years and years of agony before they became strangers.

And he didn’t want it to end like their first life either, when he was nothing but a toxic tyrant keeping the mer he was obsessed with by his side. He knew Voryn didn’t love him in that lifetime, why would things be different now ? All Nerevar knew was that he couldn't bear to hurt Voryn with his selfishness again.

Nerevar needed to leave. But he ran away in such a hurry that he left all his stuff behind. His travel pack, his clothes, his sword...he couldn't leave without them. Maybe he could get them back tonight ? Go back to his room once everyone was asleep, collect his things and quietly leave Kogoruhn. And if he was expected he'd explain he was just packing to leave and would never bother them again. Yeah. Maybe that could work.

---

Voryn was besides himself trying to find Nerevar. He was still furious that his brother tried to shove Nerevar away, and worried for Neht. Nerevar had looked terrified and distressed after all, likely having a panic attack when he realized what Voryn had heard. Nerevar always acted like a strong and confident person, and he was up until a point. But Voryn also knew that he had always been afraid of rejection because of his childhood, and likely didn't want to face Voryn at the moment.

But mostly Voryn was overwhelmed by joy and hope, as selfish as it was. Nerevar loved him. He wasn't completely sure of it yet, but it made a lot of sense. "Maybe Nerevar loved him" was enough to make his heart flutter too. Voryn had hidden his feelings up until now, certain that Nerevar only liked him as a friend and very aware of the power imbalance between them. What if he confessed but Nerevar felt forced to play along ? But apparently, from what Gilvoth said and from Nerevar’s reaction...Neht loved him.

Nerevar was likely hiding away somewhere in Kogoruhn, if he hadn't left the town entirely. At least Nerevar was easy to spot, with his white hair and light skin. Most people in House Dagoth had darker hair and skin, not to mention that a lot of people knew him because he was the young lord's friend.

After asking the guards if Nerevar had left the city ("No, young lord") and to lead him gently back to the stronghold should he try to leave ("Yes, young lord"), Voryn went back to Nerevar’s room. He tried to remain calm but really he was worried for Nerevar.

Voryn had seen Nerevar a few times when he was in distress, and knew just how he didn’t do well alone in this kind of situations. He could be paranoid when triggered, and likely wouldn't calm down without someone he trusted by his side. And Voryn was about the only person Nerevar trusted. Maybe he could go to Vivec's place - the simple thought made Voryn furious - but it was unlikely.

Voryn was getting anxious, and hoped his hypothesis that Nerevar would return to his room at some point was correct. As he looked around, he could see that Neht had left without his sword. If there was one thing his stupid beloved 'guard' wouldn't abandon, it was his blade. All Voryn had to do was to wait. The chances of finding Nerevar by searching the city around the stronghold was too uncertain. He just had to be patient.

---

By the time the sun set, Nerevar had calmed down enough to compose himself and walk back to the stronghold, praying to the Good Three he would not cross anyone's path. Especially Voryn's. The guards and servants were ignoring him as usual, at least. Nerevar made his way to his room, half-expecting to find it empty with Gilvoth, Vemyn or Uthol ready to lecture him and kick him out for good. He inhaled deeply and opened the door.

His stuff was still here. But most importantly, Voryn was here. Nerevar opened his mouth in shock, as panick overwhelmed him all over again. He tensed, managed to mumble something along the line of "I'm sorry" and turned, ready to run away. Again. But before he could a spell hit him and he froze, paralyzed.

Now he was panicking.

---

Voryn was stupid. The most stupid idiotic dumbass of Resdayn.

After hours of anxious waiting, Nerevar had returned to his room. But upon seeing Voryn he mumbled something unintelligible and was about to run away. Panic got the better of him and he cast a spell to paralyze Nerevar. What kind of friend did this ? Voryn rushed to Nerevar, embracing him firmly before casting dispell and apologizing profusely.

"I'm so sorry Neht ! Gods I'm an idiot, I didn't mean to-" Nerevar was still as stiff as when he was paralyzed, but quickly Voryn felt him shaking in his arms. He tightened his embrace, knowing it had helped with Nerevar’s panic attacks in the past.

"It's okay, Neht. I'm here. I don’t know what's going on in your head but everything is alright" Voryn said softly, stroking Nerevar’s back with one hand and caressing his head with the other. "I-I'm sorry, Voryn, I'm so sorry..." Nerevar spoke with a shaky voice. "I'll leave Kogoruhn, I won't mess up your life anymore, I-" his voice cracked. "You don't have to pretend anything, I understand that you're upset with me and-"

Now Nerevar was just being delirious. Leaving Kogoruhn ? Messing up his life ? Voryn couldn't live without Nerevar. He needed him by his side. "Neht, please look at me" he said, his voice gentle and soft. Nerevar's breath was uneven, and after a few moments Voryn lifted his chin. His heart sunk seeing how devastated Nerevar looked, and as soon as their eyes met Neht's face twisted even more, and tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Voryn simply couldn't bear the sight. To oblivion with being cautious, he cupped his beloved's face and whispered "I love you". He saw many emotions cross Nerevar's eyes : shock, incredulity, hope, before he broke into heavy sobs, returning the embrace and hiding his face in Voryn's robes. Voryn started rubbing Nerevar's scalp, and resumed rubbing his back. "It's okay" he whispered, "let it out, Neht".

It was a bit awkward to confess and get a crying mer as a result, but likely Nerevar was still coping with his panic attack and had not yet fully processed what Voryn said.

Voryn tilted his head to press a kiss to Nerevar's head, and immediatly realized he wouldn't be able to stop himself. Holding Nerevar in his arms, whispering how much he loved him and would never leave him and peppering him with soft, tender kisses was everything he ever dreamt. And he did just that, pressing kiss after kiss on Nerevar’s face until the crying stopped.

"I'm sorry, I don’t know what happened" Nerevar finally whispered, looking down. Voryn was drying his cheeks from the spilled tears now, and slightly frowned. "What are you sorry for ? I love you, Neht".

Ah, how he loved that spark in Nerevar's eyes when he said that.

"No, I mean...sorry for. Panicking like this and causing a scene. I thought you were mad at me and that it made sense. You're a lord and well-"

"And you're the bravest, smartest, kindest and most beautiful mer I know" Voryn stated firmly. Nerevar looked up to meet his eyes, and there was so much love and adoration in his gaze that Voryn couldn't speak for three solid seconds. All he knew was that he desperately wanted to kiss him. But before that he needed to be sure, to hear it from Neht-

Voryn cupped Nerevar’s face, and with a hint of hesitation asked "What about you ? Do you...want me...?" And before he knew it Nerevar’s lips crashed against his, and his eyes fluttered shut as he moaned softly. It was incredible. Intense, hungry and desperate, just like them. Nerevar's tongue started to play with his own, and his hands gripped Voryn's waist.

"Yes. Yes, I love you, yes I want you more than anything !" Nerevar panted against Voryn's lips.

[redbatchedcumbermayned]

Dopamine Week - Fic rec 1

GhanimaAtreides (@leadflowers) has written an exeptionally well crafted og warhammer 40k story that deserves a lot more love and attention.

Her vivid descriptions of the live on Urbomax but also about a complicated mother/daughter relationship, a psykic awakenig and heavy decisions make this into a literal page turner.

In her own words:

An original Warhammer 40000 series focused on the Inquisition, seen through the eyes of several of its members. It follows the evolution of Katarina Morvani from newly-awakened psyker haunted by her past mistakes to Inquisitorial acolyte, and explores her relationship with her mother-turned-mentor and the other members of the retinue as they face some of the worst horrors the galaxy has to throw at them. Sometimes, human nature is the greatest foe of all…

Katarina "Kate" Morvani's life had recently been turned upside down, but little did she know it was only the beginning. When her mother unexpectedly returned home after more than a decade, she was profoundly changed. Both Katarina and her father hardly recognized her. She had become someone different, someone good at keeping secrets...

[viviane-lefay]

beyond-far-horizons:

I know I going down the toilet with this and dragging you with me!! Wahaha such a bad influence…one might almost say…the Dark Side….

Sorry for possible spoiling/theories so don’t look if you don’t want -

I’m really not sure how they are going to do this. Personally, as so many including George Lucas and the current production team have said Star Wars is about family and the Skywalkers in particular, I have a feeling Kylo and Rei are both Skywalkers either twins, brother and sister or cousins (as do half the internet!). I feel from what I have ended up spoiling myself on (damn it I have no self control!) that Kylo was kidnapped as a child by the Knights of Ren and indoctrinated and that Rei was sent away to be protected from a similar fate (she says to the droid about how she is waiting for her family) she also looks alot like Padme and Leia. Kylo also has a little of this look too. Plus the most important thing is that dramatically and archetypically it has alot if not the most mileage because…well you of all people know about the power of da angssssst! It puts a huge amount of pressure not just on Rei but also on Kylo and his Dark side commitment if the one person whose never abandoned him (I have a feeling this will be the line told to him about his original family if this is the case), a family member - an descendent of his hero Darth Vader lived and is in danger because she working for ‘the wrong side’, the one he’s attacking.

However I would be really interested if either Rei or Kylo AREN’T actually Skywalkers because then you could have a romantic redemption which hasn’t actually been done (we’ve had romantic love as a big factor in Anakin’s fall). Plus it seems very obvious as a fan of the series to go with the family/siblings element and I’m hoping it will be in keeping with the Star wars themes but something less obvious. Plus the team have said they intend to do something different and ‘something that hasn’t been seen’ with Kylo. This could refer to a sibling battle which was a potential in the originals too though.

Also it would be fun if Finn turned out to be Luke’s son because we aren’t expecting it and Rei is very obvious because of the forementioned factors and the fact she is shown just like Luke in A New Hope in the trailers. Although I do want her to be Force Sensitive because we need a badass lightsaber wielding woman!

Either way I have a feeling that Kylo will end up turning to the light and someone on the light side will turn to the dark and they will fight and be redeemed. That will be very interesting! You know how much I love these struggles between Light and Dark.

fireeaglespirit: 

I’m sorry on the short reply (I’m on course but can’t help :p). I don’t mind spoilers much, I’m overly curious..

I agree with almost 100% of what you said here, plus I love all the speculation going on about who is offspring of who, hehe. It is like GRRM said (if I remember rightly) that someone must have guessed the end of his books already and it is online somewhere in the vastness of internet.. I think it applies in this case. Anyway, with so, so many people speculating, it is hard to make surprises, still…

My personal view is, I want angst between the two, I don’t necessarily need romantic angst. I just think/feel they are connected on some way, plus I really hope (I think it is very possible considering it is just the first movie of a new era) that Kylo will be redeemed, and that it will have a lot to be with Rey.

What so you think?

I, for one, would hope that these two aren’t related this time - it would be kind of repetitive, given we had the separated siblings theme with Leia and Luke already.

The “romantic redemption“ thing sounds interesting indeed, but I can’t fully agree with the notion that it has never been done. Ok, for the most part - true, but to go back to the Snape thing …. actually his redemption was such in a way - indirectly perhaps, as Lily was dead then already, but the theme has still a close resemblance. But I agree, there should be more on that!

Admittedly, the scenario I had in mind (for a pretty long time actually) is based on this very theme you mentioned. In fact, you spoke out the very thoughts I had - “we’ve had romantic love as a big factor in Anakin’s fall”. So I wanted to use the exact reverse theme (this time, love being the redeeming factor), albeit with a conglomerate of different motivations, of which the “romantic” one is, of course, the strongest, the dominating one of them, but not the only.

One of the concerned characters I’m referring to is Mairon, as he has incredibly strong parallels with Anakin (well, to me), as in:

most powerful Jedi / Maia

passionate - strong fire influence, though not identical - I see Mairon’s hierarchy of elements as the following: Fire - Earth - Air - Water, whereas Anakin’s would probably be: Fire - Water - Earth - Air

Plutonian par excellence

strong ideals & visions

perfectionist

very ambitious & determined, even to the point that the end justifies the means - and no compromises, thank you very much.

being the subordinate Dark Lord with initial good intentions that got twisted along the way, and in a very manipulative manner by their superior (although quite different types of Achilles’ heel were targeted to convert them to the Dark Side)

they even have different names for their different, antithetical personae: Anakin Skywalker / Darth Vader  ~  Mairon / Sauron

both are introduced at a similar stage of the archetypical monomyth / hero’s journey (which you virtually can’t escape when it comes to character development - even with villains) - namely the nadir stage - the underworld, the deepest darkness that has to be overcome, so to speak …. anyway, it can take different forms - with them it meant becoming an actual villain for a certain amount of time. They started out innocent and full of high ideals, fell to the deepest abyss (where they are introduced to us), which then is followed by the redemption part - which, in Mairon’s case, is a very lengthy process (I mean, the dude has quite a shitload of negative karma to amend, and lessons to learn - I need to torture him a bit, I fear). It’s not like snapping ones’ fingers, and, lo and behold: Insta - Love, Peace & Harmony - that’s just not realistic. Step by step is how it goes.

There are some differences, too, though. Where Anakin is impulsive, hot headed and wears his heart on his sleeve (he certainly did with Padmé - no restraint at all), Mairon is way more rational and controlled (he has those moments too, though - like fucking up big time in critical moments in his war strategy, for example) - especially in his emotional expression. Still, there is a raging fire underneath - I love to compare him to a volcano under a thick layer of ice (but even though invisible, there are vast and deep subglacial lakes too - ah, I love symbolism). As for Vani, she’s a deep sea volcano. You can’t really see beneath the surface of either, as both keep their inner world hidden. But if they erupt …. shit is hitting the fan.

Frankly, she can be a bit icy too (so much for flaws). Hadn’t it been for a certain motivator and string of events, there wouldn’t have been a reunion between the two (they had a major altercation the first time they interacted that didn’t end well - due to major difficulties in communication, (not) expressing things, resulting misunderstandings, and many other failings).

Anyway, even so - the M/V relationship has a bit of a different vibe than Anakin and Padmé’s. Thing is, they just aren’t identical as individuals - Vani is most definitely no carbon copy of Padmé (who has a gentler nature), and I didn’t even think of the latter when I made her a diplomat (this has completely different reasons, more to do with plot elements, etc.) - actually, she is a scientist / artist / explorer, first and foremost.

Anyway, AniPadmé (or the SW universe) is still one of my major inspirations for it (a certain spiritual concept ranks quite as highly). But inspiration is all it is - I really wouldn’t like just regurgitating the exact same thing in a different fandom (same themes, yes, but not the details).

Sorry for drifting off to this topic (some things are inspiring, I fear). ^^;

As for the original subject - I like Lunna’s scenario, too.

Yes, lightsaber wielding badass women FTW!

[lotolle]

Introducing my favorite trope: Goth Wife and Pastel Wife. Goth wife’s name is Morvani, and Pastel Wife is Elyhani. They share one brain cell, and it usually ends up getting lost under the bed. Morvani is VERY angry and quick to fight, and while Elyhani could calm her down and get her to see reason, she usually won’t waste her time. You shouldn’t have made her wife Literal Queen of Darkness angry in the first place 

[amotyr]

Anhre, djeva od zlata

U kućici na dva sprata koja je kulminirala pravim pravcatim tornjem mogao se osjetiti miris starih knjiga, čaja od probranih trava, i variva koje se lagano kuhalo u kotlu okačenom o kuku u kaminu. U toj su kućici svoje dane provodili starac po imenu Rand Tamarien i njegov unuk, dječak sa radosnim očima, očima prepunim čuđenja i znatiželje.

Kućica je bila obložena slojevima knjiga koje bi dječak otvarao i čitao u sate kada je napolju padala kiša ili kad mu se nije ništa radilo. Jednom takvom prilikom, našao je knjigu umotanu u kožu već izlizanu od godina, na kojoj je bilo utisnuto Bogovi Amotyra.

Naravno, ništa mu od toga nije bilo neka velika nepoznanica pošto su živjeli u Everstadu, jednom od većih gradova sjajne Amotyrske kraljevine, no čitati o bogovima u ovoliko detalja bilo je ipak nekako čudesno.

Ardeus-bog jedinstva, snage i vječnog života. Vladar svih bogova i boginja, zaštitnik potlačenih, donositelj svjetlosti. Njegovi glasnici su sove, koje Amotyrljani smatraju svetim životinjama, za čije se ubistvo kažnjava mučenjem kojemu slijedi smrt.

Znano je da je ostatak bogova uzdigao sam Ardeus, birajući ih iz redova smrtnika, no o postanku samoga Vrhovnog božanstva, kojeg ponekad opisuju kao u isto vrijeme i muškog i ženskog, ne zna se skoro ništa. Tekstovi o njegovu postanku su mnogobrojni, no Hram ne priznaje ni jedan kao apsolutnu istinu, i nekolicinu smatra neoprostivim bogohulništvom.

Vestrelahnska litanija o postanku smatra da je Ardeus postojao oduvijek, kao protuteža mnogostrukom Haosu. To, naravno, znači i da je samo vrijeme tek proizvod Ardeusove volje ili njegove borbe sa Haosom, i u produžetku se i ostatak svemira može tako objasniti, kao proizvod volje neshvatljivo ogromnog bića, ili kao tek nuspojava, iskra sudara dva mača.

Beolithirski pjesnici pak smatraju da je i Ardeus sam nekad bio čovjek, veliki junak nježnoga izgleda, što objašnjava njegovu dualnu prirodu.

Vilenjaci Leodana misle da je naprotiv, svijet postojao oduvijek, a da su Haos i bogovi nastali kasnije, nekim uplitanjem divlje, nekontrolisane magije. Po tome, sami bogovi su ono što bi Inkvizicija nazvala Anomalijama.

Ardeus predstavlja apsolutni vrh Amotyrskog pnteona koji bi mogli zamisliti kao trokut, odmah ispod njega, slijede dva božanstva, nasuprotno postavljena u liku i u značaju:

Hasdiel-bog izvora, rijeka, mladosti, preporoda, nade. Pojavljuje se u Amotyru u obliku golemog bijelog jelena sa rogovima poput krošanja drveća, njegova kopita odjekuju šumama i čine da izvori ključaju. Sveta životinja su mu jeleni, no ne svi, samo oni bijelih krzna.

Machidiel-boginja smrti, očajanja, tame, i pravde. Mnogi su učenjaci bili začuđeni dodatkom pravde na listu atributa ove boginje, no sljedbenici redova posvećenih njoj tvrde da je smrt posljednja ako ne i jedina pravda, kojoj svi na kraju težimo i niko ne može da utekne. Machidiel je strašnoga izgleda, pojavljujući se najčešće kao golema vučica sa vatrenim očima i oštrim zubima. Nema svetih životinja, mada opet svećenici njenog reda smatraju svaku umrlu životinju ili čovjeka njenim totemom.

Nakon njih slijedi najniži red božanstava, u koje spadaju:

Kadona-boginja Edere, koja ipak ima nekog uticaja i u Amotyru, kao i u nekim dijelovima Arshada. Obično predstavljena kao veličanstvena kraljica odjenuta u crveno. Kadona je boginja krvi i tajni, kao i pustinja, što objašnjava kako je skoro polovina Edere okovana pijeskom. Njena sveta životinja je zmija zvečarka.

Jalin, vladar planinskih vrhova i donositelj snijega. Jalin je obično prikazan kao čovjek obučen u plašt, iz kojeg obično viri duga bijela brada, za koju poneki tvrde da je u stvari inje. Prikazan je kako jaše bijelog medvjeda i da ima za glasnika vjetar sa sjevera.

Vindar-bog lukavštine, prevare, tajni i zaštitnik lopova, varalica. Vindar nema opis, pošto se pojavljuje u mnogim likovima, i na mnogo mjesta. Učenjaci Hrama tvrde da čak ni drugi bogovi nisu sigurni kako on tačno izgleda, osim Ardeusa čije oči vide kroz sve velove i pred kojim tajne ne postoje.

Vindar je bog koji često pravi nestašluke i probleme jer je to u njegovoj zaigranoj prirodi, no nisu mu strani ni gori i teži oblici zlostavljanja i izluđivanja smrtnika. Od svih bogova smatra se najbližim Haosu.

Anhre-boginja muzike, jeseni, drveća i žetve, Anhre se prikazuje kao žena zlatne kose i ljubičastih očiju, koja pomaže usjevima da obilato rode, i boji lišće svojom melodijom. Ponekad se opisuje i kao vjetar u krošnjama, ili magla u jutarnjim satima jeseni.

Dječak, kojemu je bilo ime Asgeir, je sklopio knjigu, i dalje misleći o osam veličanstvenih bića koja oblikuju stvarnost i svaki dio njegovog života.

Dotrčao je do djeda sa knjigom u ruci. Djed Rand je bio u svom šestom desetljeću, ali se činio nekako dosta stariji. No, kad je vidio svog unuka kako trči kroz knjigama natrpani hodnik, pokraj golemog pješčanika i neprocjenjivih artefakta iz drevnih doba, njegove oči sijevnuše ponovljenom mladošću i veseljem koje bi bez mališana več odavno bilo samo blijeda uspomena. Na licu mu se ukaza širok osmijeh, te zavika „Ohooo, junačino, šta je bilo?“

Asgeir je volio da ga djed zove junakom, jer u knjigama koje su pisali Amotyrski pisci, biti ratnik i heroj bilo je najbliže što je jedan čovjek mogao da postigne vječnosti. Njemu se sviđala ideja lova na opasna čudovišta i otkrivanja nezamislivig blaga.

„Djede, djede, pričaj mi oooo, o Anhre!“

„Ah, moga unuka interesuje Zlatna djeva, je li? Pa sjedi sinko moj, jer tvoj ti djed ima da ispriča nešto posebno, kako sam je upoznao!“

Asgeirove oči se raširiše koliko je to bilo moguće, a lice mu poprimi izraz apsolutne zadivljenosti. Djed je to primijetio i na to je čekao.

„I više od toga, znam mjesto na kojem je uvijek možeš upoznati. To je tajno mjesto, i za njega ne smije niko znati osim nas dvojice, u redu?“

„Idemo tamo odmah!“

„Nipošto, previše je hladno danas, a moje to kosti neće lijepo prihvatiti. Ići ćemo dok bude sunčano, samo ja i ti, nije toliko daleko.“

Asgeir se malo rastuži, no ipak je htio da čuje djedovu priču.

„Prije mnogo vremena, nekig trideset godina, volio sam lutati šumama i istraživati biljke i životinje koje tamo žive. Na tim sam putovanjima upoznao dosta dobrih osoba, i otkrio dosta čudesa, ali rijetko se šta može porediti sa upoznavanjem nečega uistinu većeg i važnijeg od tebe samog.

Meni se to desilo dok sam putovao kroz Gudunsku šumu. Kao što znaš, ona nije daleko odavde, možemo pješice doći tamo za četvrt sata. No, to nije zaista problem, problem je doći na poseban način, to jest u posebnome... stanju.“

„Kako misliš, djede?“

„Pa... U vrijeme kad sam ja hodao kroz šumu, bilo mi je veoma, veoma teško. Tvoja baka je tek... bila uzeta od nas, i nisam znao šta da radi, kakvih mogućnosti ni izbora ja imam.

Hodao sam i molio se svakom bogu ponaosob, svakome koji je opisan u toj knjizi. Čak i Vindaru. Nije da sam se nadao nečemu posebnome od njega, ali nisam mogao da izostavim bilo kakvu šansu, bilo kakav znak, makar i podao trik od prevrtljivog božanstva.

No, kako je vrijeme odmicalo, nada me napuštala. Simbolično ili ne, istovremeno sam sve više zalazio u utrobu šume, i svjetla je bilo sve manje. Nije mi smetalo, Gudunska šuma nije bila nastanjena grabljivcima, mada u to vrijeme neki dio mene je želio da jest.

Nastavio sam da se molim i ništa se nije dešavalo dok....“

Asgeirov pogled postao je usmjeren u djeda, i nije treptao, čekajući sljedeći dio djedove priče.

„Vidio sam neko svjetlo u daljini, poput plavičaste baklje koja nije osvjetljavala ništa oko sebe, tek je postojala u nekom svom prostoru, i samo je meni, izgleda, njena svjetlost bila vidljiva.

Hodao sam dobrih sat vremena, dok nisam došao do izvora svjetla. Bilo je to nešto poput krijesnice, ali zamotano u dim ili maglu. Nikad nisam uspio pronaći ništa slično. Kad me dovelo gdje je htjelo, zabljesnulo je svjetlošću kakvu nikada od tad nisam vidio, u isto vrijeme plavu i žutu i crvenu, i nestalo.

Opazio sam oko sebe krug kamenja, i shvatio da se nalazim u vilinskom krugu, to su obično hramovi koje ostavljaju ili vile ili Morvani, kao počast veličanstvenoj djevi zlatne kose.

Bio je mrkli mrak, ali mogao sam da vidim, ni sam ne znajući kako dok se nisam sjetio... Istinski vid! Ono stvorenje, i bljesak svjetlosti, usadili su mi dar da vidim inače skrivene stvari.

U glavnom, vidio sam da na kamenu nešto piše. Nekoliko znakova staroamotirskog- Resin Dosum Min Deco Sudrum. To znači “vrata su tu, neka uđe ko je pozvan”. Pisalo je na svakom od kamenova koji su formirali krug.

No, ja nisam bio pozvan! Barem nisam ovako zamišljao da vile pozivaju nekoga u svoje carstvo... No ipak, dodirnuo sam kamen i iznad mene se začuo povjetarac koji je milovao krošnje. Zatim je nekoliko listova zagasito crvene i žute boje palo preda mene, i ja sam na jednom mogao da vidim... ispisano moje ime, list je svojim žilama i strukturom ispisao Rand. Sada nije bilo sumnje.

Usmjerio sam svoj novostečeni pogled prema gore, i ugledao je. Veličanstvena ljepotica, Djeva od zlata, blistala je preda mnom, i ja sam kleknuo, do zemlje se savio. Uzela me je za rame i podignula od tla, uspravila ponovno na noge.

Jesen je, Rande. No ne tuguj, tvoja zima je daleko. A kada stigne, opet ćeš je vidjeti.

Još se sjećam tog glasa, poput šapata, a opet poput uragana, glas koji je odjekivao šumom, toliko daleko da sam negdje u daljini mogao da čujem kako ptice lete sa grana, preplašene.

A onda je... onda je nestala!

Tek tako je nestala... No ne bez dara, osjetio sam znatno olakšanje i cilj u svome srcu, zahvaljujući njoj, jedinoj koja se odazvala na moje povike. S lakoćom sam našao put iz šume, sa svojim novim očima, urezujući skoro pa nevidljive znakove u drveće kako bih se znao vratiti. Osjećao sam se sjedinjen sa svime što postoji.“

Asgeir je slušao sa nevjericom. Nikako nije mogao da povjeruje da je njegov djed upoznao pravu pravcatu boginju i čuo njen glas, a usto još i dobio dar vilinski pogled!

„Naravno, moj dar radi... samo u toj šumi. No, i to mi je više nego dovoljno. Ići ćemo uskoro, možda ima nešto i za tebe, ko zna...“

Rand je ispunio svoje obećanje i nakon par dana, sa prvim zaista sunčanim danom, našli su se u Gudunskoj šumi. Djed se kretao kao po svojoj kući, iznenada skrećući i mijenjajući pravce, prateći neke puteve koje je, izgleda, samo on znao i koji su ostalim ljudima bili sakriveni i nedostižni.

Nakon dugog i iscrpljujućeg hoda(kojeg je Rand skoro pa preletio), našli su se zaista unutar kruga načinjenog od oblog kamenja, i na svakom kamenu je bilo ispisano Resin Dosum Min Deco Sudrum iznova i iznova.

Djed je šapnuo nešto u vjetar, i on se pojačao, kroz granje i krošnje stoljetnih stabala vijugao je povjetarac, šuškajući i šišteći.

Rand je gledao. Očaran, u vjetar, i nešto je vidio, Asgeir je to znao jer oči su mu pratile nešto, što dječak nije mogao da vidi, iako su upalili baklje. Tama koja je okruživala kameni krug bila je neprobojna.

Pred Randa je spao zagasitocrveni list, i on ga je uzeo u ruke, i pročitao šta na njemu piše. Ispisano žilicama i strukturom lista, pisalo je IORINN. Ispod je bio napisan staroamotyrski znak za vječnost.

„Djede, ko je ovo?“, upitao je dječak.

„To je... nebitno, idemo.“ , reče i povuče ga za ruku, lomeći list i stvarajući ga u prah.

Nikada se nisu vratili na to mjesto zajedno, i djed je inzistirao da on ne ide u šumu sam, jer, kako je govorio: „Nije još spreman da se uputi sam tim putem.“

No naravno, dječak nije mogao da odoli, te je nakon par mjeseci ponovno lutao šumom, dok nije ugledao daleki sjaj...

[trickstarbrave]

So.

In Tamriel rebuilt there’s a quest called “a nameless Dunmer”

Guy was found abandoned in bruma and didn’t know who his parents were but does a ritual to get in contact with an ancestor ghost

I decided that Nerevar is haunting Steren already. And Steren has gone to the main land and I wanted him to find stuff in Tamriel rebuilt (like the book from house Dagoth members before they’re killed)

I’m wondering if this ritual didn’t happen to Steren too. Like he requests it like favryn did. It’s not that hard to get stuff for it it’s 3 ectoplasm and 3 bone meal. But the thing is idk what will happen bc Nerevar’s ghost is already there he just can’t see or hear him. Is it Azura making him silent? Or is it the trauma in Nerevar making him unable to actually make his presence known?

I think Steren is sad walking around necrom and seeing ancestor ghosts look at him and turn away. He wants to know if he has family in the catacombs. If he has ancestors that want to hear from him. If it’s right for him to call upon any of them for protection.

I think Steren goes to do the ritual and morvani (Voryn’s mom) was going to answer the call but Nerevar stops the ritual. He doesn’t want Steren being outed as a dagoth. Morvani’s ghost fades just as soon as it started appearing before them. Steren doesn’t know what he did wrong or if he’s that unwanted. The priest is confused, something interfered. He wonders if Steren is cursed and tries to bless him only to see a apparition of st Nerevar hovering over him protectively and that confuses the priest more. The priest can’t hear anything but Steren hears a whisper.

“My little star, you aren’t alone. Hush, don’t cry, you aren’t unloved. Let’s get somewhere private. I want to speak with you alone.” So Steren excuses himself and leaves to go out into the wilderness to talk and Nerevar is there as a faint ghost. One Steren can see. And he has questions like who this ghost is and why the ritual stopped only for Nerevar to reveal: it was working. He sent the ancestor ghost away.

Steren: what?! Why?!?!

Nerevar: … because she would have revealed you are from house Dagoth

Steren:

Nerevar: if the priest heard… I don’t want to think what might happen to you. She came as she was called though, wanting to see you, but it wasn’t safe.

Steren: I’m….

Steren: but then… who are you?

Nerevar: … Indoril Nerevar Mora.

By this point Steren knows he might be the Nerevarine but he went to the main land to clear his head and try to unpack all of that. The weird dreams and strange situations and weight of prophecy is too much for him atm. And it seems he couldn’t run away from his problems. But he thinks Azura sent Nerevar to watch over him and Nerevar doesn’t correct him

I think it’s only after Steren puts on the ring that he fully gets his memories of his first lifetime back. Including the traumatic ones from his early life. And he remembers ppl from house Dagoth trying to protect their young heir—Voryn Dagoth’s only child—and he remembers being older and trying to figure out who he was in house Dagoth and who his other parent was bc Vivec sure as shit wouldn’t tell him anything and told him to stop asking questions

But then he looks at the ring and. He knows he’s not Nerevar. He can’t be Nerevar. He remembers a life before this. He remembers “uncle Nerevar” who was there in his earliest possible memories consistently. He can’t be Nerevar’s reincarnation. But then why is he able to wear the ring? So he demands answers.

And Nerevar has to then tell him he was never just Voryn’s friend. He was so close to Steren bc Steren was his son too—but he could never be open about it. He couldn’t protect Steren. Steren was a young, delicate child, and of Nerevar looked away even for a moment someone would try and kill him just to spite Nerevar and he’d never be able to live with the guilt. So Voryn raised him alone and every few knew that secret. But he notified the enchantment on his ring so his children and descendants could wear it and that included Steren before and as he is now. He entrusted the ring to alandro to give to his son in case something happened to him in the battle but the temple killed everyone from house Dagoth and said while they spared some children they killed Voryn’s heir. So alandro gave it to Azura in her secret shrine for safe keeping in what would be renamed the cavern of the incarnate

I might change this but I like it. It’s tragic.

[aladaylessecondblog]

Severed Destiny present/future significant items

Morvani's Silver Sandals - The Dagoth brothers seem to be afraid of these.

Vivec's Dwemer Watch - Has an inscription on the inside of the lid: from odros

Dusty Sadara's Lute - Found in Red Mountain, unmoved for 16 years

Vial of Hist Sap - No more than a drop at a time

Incense of Mara - a gift from Orvas shortly after the "courtship" begins

[trickstarbrave]

YAYYYYYYY FRIENDS dw nerevar you'll have a lot of fun

i love morvani too

censored my legal name bc im shy

could i get a silly little doodle of nerevar as a kid?

Whoops I made you a comic about nerevars aunt giving him away to Morvani so that he can become the childhood friend and protector of Voryn

[aladaylessecondblog]

Fallen Star AU but Sadara stumbled into a Dagoth family tomb on her way out and listened to the tall Dunmer lady who yelled at her to grab a chunk of bone and go straight back to Red Mountain

Sadara: isn't this graverobbing?

Morvani: not when I'm telling you to do it.

*later*

Gilvoth: Oh, I thought I told you to leave. Listen--

Morvani: DAGOTH GILVOTH YOU WILL SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND OPEN THE DOOR OR SO HELP ME I WILL POSSESS THIS NICE YOUNG WOMAN AND BEAT YOUR ASS BLACK AND BLUE WITH MY SANDALS!

alternatively:

Gilvoth: What're you doing here? I thought--

Sadara: *taking out sandals* Well I stumbled into a family tomb and--

Gilvoth, running towards the Heart Chamber and yelling: VORYNNNN!

*later. Morvani with Voryn*

"VORYN DAGOTH YOU HAVE GOT TO BE THE MOST DISAPPOINTING DAGOTH IN THE HISTORY OF OUR FAMILY. A GOD. YOU THINK YOU'RE A GOD. OF ALL THE HUBRIS--"

[aladaylessecondblog]

Severed Destiny, Pt. 12

Morvani, after a good many more instructions, gestured to the ashes below, at a particular bone and a bit of leather beneath it. "I want you to take one of my bones, and the silver sandals I was wearing when they burned me."

"I thought that was--wasn't allowed," Haj-deek said, "To take things from family tombs."

"It's perfectly fine if you belong to the family and are being told to do it, both of which I am doing now," she said, "The bone will allow you to better ask for the protection of your family, should you need it, and the sandals...well..."

Here a rather devilish grin crossed Morvani's face.

"My sons will recognize them, if they have forgotten everything else of their mortal lives."

Haj-deek couldn't help but laugh at that, but then thought of something that quickly took it back. She made certain to speak only when she had knelt to take the bone (a knuckle, she thought) and ash-covered sandals. "I was told to close the entrance I fell into. What--what should I do? What would you have me do?"

"Do as you were asked. I do not want our tomb pillaged and plundered by bandits and thieves. Mark it somehow, so later you might be able to return...but do as you were asked. But before you leave - follow me."

"Follow you?" she questioned, as Morvani's spectral form left the ashen pile. "Where?"

"Someone must make the introductions, and as your father is unable, it must be me. It is time for you to meet your family."

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As it turned out, one of her ancestors was formerly employed in ensuring a long-buried mine stayed intact, and was thus able to show her how to collapse the doorway. "Who would have thought that I could help a member of my house so long after my death? With simple knowledge from a lifetime in the mines?"

And despite her impending departure there was a small horde of Dagoths, of all ages, who would wait and watch her as she closed what had been their only link to the outside world in two eras.

It warmed her heart to see them so happy to see her and help her. Once more she felt the glow of no longer being alone...but it was neutered of its fullness when she watched the rocks collapse over the spot.

I will come back, she thought to herself, I WILL.

She could not think how to mark the spot, until she looked at her map. And making a rough guess - it was between two others nearby - she marked it, waiting carefully for the ink to dry before setting off for the Erabenimsun camp again.

Han-Ammu was one thing. He greeted her kindly enough, and after Haj-deek explained what she'd done, said, "I now name you Erabenimsun Nerevarine, Champion of the Erabenimsun, and Protector of the People. By collapsing the entrance of the tomb of House Dagoth, you have saved us all a great deal of trouble."

He directed her then to Manirai's yurt. The others of the tribe she'd met so far had been relatively friendly, but the wise woman's face clouded on sight of her.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

"The shadow of evil is over you, child, that is what is wrong, and you must fight it."

"There's no evil over me. At least...no more than anyone else on Vvardenfell...I'm here to be declared Nerevarine. Not that I need it, really, because I already have the ring, but...I've guessed I should do this properly."

Haj-deek removed her glove and lifted her hand to show the ring. (Vivec had warned her to avoid this, but he'd also told her to come straight back from Tel Fyr, and she hadn't done that either...)

"Most unusual, and I will declare you Nerevarine - but please, take heed. Pray to Azura, show your faithfulness. Before it is too late."

It's already too late.

"Has--has she told you so?"

"I do not need to be told to know. I see the signs, more than I ever have before. The omens do not favor you, child, is what I mean to say."

"You--tell fortunes, then? I didn't know you wise women could see the future."

"We must be able to divine it to some degree, or we would not be wise women. Often our predictions come of spotting patterns that repeat over the years, of studying the personalities of those around us. And this you call fortune-telling! But no - sometimes visions we are granted, which we are always quick to write down."

"But you know nothing of me." Haj-deek looked to her feet. She'd changed into Morvani's silver sandals, liking instantly the high-quality yet worn-in way they felt, and the slight sheen on them was a good distraction. "Do you?"

"I have seen--" Manirai said, "I have seen you, dressed in the armor of House Indoril, skewered before Lady Azura. And for this reason I warn you - do not fight your destiny. Fill the shoes Azura has fashioned for you, walk the path she sets before you, and do not anger her needlessly, for I can only assume that is what would prompt such a thing."

Haj-deek merely nodded, refusing to lie to the woman's face. The lack of an answer concerned the wise woman, but nothing more was said on the matter. She was declared Nerevarine, and that was that.

But skewered? SKEWERED? That ugly word repeated in her head. The Indoril Armor, too...well, she'd just have to make sure never to wear the damn stuff. The ordinators didn't like it when people wore that stuff anyway, so it wasn't as if it would be hard to avoid. There were better armors to wear that wouldn't give trouble.

It was a good thing the woman didn't seem to know who her family was, or that would have made things even more difficult...might have even made her refuse to name her Nerevarine at all.

She decided to spend the night there, at the Erabenimsun camp, as they happened to have a (tiny) empty yurt, and were more than happy to show her how to set the thing up. She had a few herbs and an ash yam, and contributed a sea shanty when someone at dinner called for a song.

Despite the jovial atmosphere, the pall Manirai's warning had put over things persisted, and she went to sleep fitfully.

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When Haj-deek opened her eyes again, she was...not sure where she was, other than inside of a cave that glowed at one end with a fire pit. Attempts to change the setting as she usually did in dreams didn't yield any results. The smallest details refused to yield to her.

So she waited.

And she heard him, before she saw him.

Who are you?

She started to say the name she had borne for fifteen years, but if he was who she thought--she answered a moment later, "My name is Sunnar."

The sound of footsteps. Haj-deek looked about, glancing first one way and then another, and saw nothing. But she blinked - and then he was there. She stumbled back, seeing for the first time the man in his entirety, the same as her mother had.

A tall dunmer, dark of hair, whose minimal clothing was all red and black - the loincloth marked with a Sixth House symbol. But it was the mask that stood out to her most - golden, impassive, completely unreadable.

She stepped back, reaching for a weapon subconsciously - and found she had none.

You do not need them here.

There was silence for a moment, and then his hands raised to her face.

So what I saw was correct, and not merely a trick of their blighted eyes. You are your mother's child.

"Y-your child," she stammered. If this was not merely a dream, perhaps he was speaking to her at a safe distance, afraid...of what, she did not know.

I fear--nothing, came the swift reply, in a tone that shook nonetheless. On my own behalf, at least. You have never been in greater danger than you are right now. You must--you must come to me.

"But the prophecies--?"

They have been dashed to bits on the rocks before, this time shall be no different. Know this - you are unsafe anywhere I or my faithful are not. The Tribunal seek your end, whatever the false god Vivec may have told you, he lies. He lies, he will do nothing but lie, and I will not lose you to his machinations.

Another pause, and a sudden stab of pain in her arm.

No... Dagoth Ur's voice choked, in a way she could never have anticipated, I will send my faithful after you. I will have you brought here, I will not let this happen AGAIN--

But from that dim-lit embrace she was dragged, from the world of dreams and into the world of the living.

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Haj-deek gasped as she jolted awake. In the darkness of the small yurt she saw nothing at first--but then there was the glint of a lens. She felt the blade going into her shoulder, and with a shove the owner of it was forced back, without their weapon.

It was pulled out, and she cast a healing spell as she rushed forward to attack her would-be attacker, a movement which roused Sunchaser beside her.

Only once the attacker was dead and she sat tired and breathing hard, did she get the chance to check their pockets unimpeded.

There were no notes with words, but there was a symbol she could easily understand. The black hand.

Her attacker was one of the Dark Brotherhood.

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Actually I’m debating Voryn finding him b4 the baby is born. I think he took a semester off (or rather put off going for a semester) to look for Nerevar. His mom isn’t happy abt it but she’d rather delay his start than have him go to college and fuck up his grades royally

I think then morvani gets word from a maid that Gilvoth and Vemyn were drunkenly talking and got rid of Nerevar and even talked abt how Nerevar is pregnant. And she nearly kills her sons right then and there.

Instead she hires a private investigator who looks into Nerevar’s mom, waits around, sees Nerevar is there and yeah. He’s pregnant. So she makes contact w him (by now she’s talked to her sons and gotten everything out of them). Nerevar denies being pregnant and tells her to leave him alone, he’s done with Voryn and her family. But she goes “yes you are. I know you are. I know my other sons threatened you. You aren’t in any danger. Voryn isn’t in any danger. The baby isn’t in any danger. None of you are in trouble. But if you refuse to talk like an adult I’m going to have to contact a lawyer and I don’t want to have to do that”

Nerevar thinks it’s just fucking over. So he agrees to talk but blah blah he’s not driving all the way over there or flying out. He’s pregnant okay. Dysphoria+general pregnancy suffering like small bladder etc etc. He tried his best but his mom knows and if he gets disowned he gets disowned. But he’ll apologize to his mom and ask her not to disown Voryn and says he doesn’t mind if Voryn signs away his rights and he’ll never speak about it again and even sign a contract if she wants.

Obviously she says Voryn is not getting disowned, she’s disappointed but not going to disown her son over it. They make up. Voryn wants to live w Nerevar. They can take care of and raise their baby together.

Plus I kinda just want them to have pregnant sex I think it would be fun to write. That’s the real reason actually but it felt dumb to say only that

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for the malacath vs nerevar fight..... what if vemyn and gilvoth were there?

theyre the two oldest brothers and i think they would want to ensure the dwemer king is being guarded properly as well that everything with negotiations between the orcs, dwemer, and chimer goes well. esp since they think the orcs wont agree easily (they think the orcs are likely just to kill everyone so in that event they wanna take dumac and voryn and gtfo)

however. they will witness nerevar trying to fight malacath. mainly theyre holding voryn back and they are actually a bit anxious. like yes, on one hand they want nerevar to die, but they know its going to destroy voryn to see a daedric prince kill his lover

and then they see nerevar win. with his heart beating with an unnerving tone they can all hear.

and they all realize exactly why morvani gave their relationship her blessing. why she told voryn to guard nerevar completely and not let anyone else get their hands on him. there is something otherworldly about him, something dangerous that cant fall in the wrong hands. hes powerful enough to defeat a daedric prince, what else can he fucking do?

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I do wonder how morvani is doing being dead. I know she’s chilling but imagine dying and finding out “your heir’s little canvasari boyfriend is actually the incarnation of Lorkhan. Yeah and your son can either be a monster doomed to try and destroy this world or mantle lorkhan’s wife kyne”

She’s probably just sitting and staring for a while after that. Then she shows up in Voryn’s dreams and is relieved he picked being kyne