#Shamat the Sharmat

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Corrupted Shamat from the unwilling dreamer Au.

Chicken scratch with micron pens but I like how it looks. It somehow makes him look more deranged

[trickstarbrave]

i felt the urge to sketch up shamat and nerevar from @mulberrycafe’s story to reject godhood

nerevar thinks they are two lovers finally given a chance to be together once more. shamat wants to fucking go home to skyrim and absolutely will. he has more self control than me to play it off i would have tried to strangle nerevar in his sleep 

hope he gets his ass beat. even tho it hurts bc i know he is doing it out of love (just that love UHHHHH isnt always a good thing)

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Doodle dump! Voryn edition:

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Voryn/Riiju-Lei:

Corrupted Shamat:

Shamat:

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Unwilling dreamer pt5

Part 4 here

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Shamat: *visibly blushing as nerevar leads him by the hand through the halls and chambers of the Mournhold temple, his eyes wide taking in every wall, every detail to the holy building that up until now he’d been forbidden to ever set foot in, all because of his birthmark* d-do I need to do anything for this ceremony m-my moon and star? I-I don’t remember any of voryns- *bites his own tongue seeing nerevars ear twitch at the name* I-I mean, any of my old memories on how I conducted myself in temple matters.

Nerevar: *looks back at him and smiles with a sickeningly fond expression* No my dreamer. Just follow my instructions and if this works. You’ll remember everything. Remember who you truely are.

Shamat: *tilts his head wondering what he could possibly have planned for him to ‘remember who he is’, but smiles with hopeful optimism that he truely knows what’s best for him* okay. *nods and continues following him obediently until they reach a large, imposing set of black, ebony doors guarded by temple ordinators and awaiting priests*

Nerevar: *halts before the doors and guides him to his side as they open, revealing a dark room, with only a stone table in the middle illuminated by the moon above from the open ceiling* come. *ushers him inside and towards the table*

Shamat: *staring at it in growing concern as knots twist in his stomach and alarm bells ring in his ears as he spots the metal restraints bolted to the slab* wh-what’s happening?… why are w- N-nerevar?! *gasps as the Hortator picks him up and lays him on the stone platform, only to barely hold back his own frightened scream as several hands emerge from the darkness, grabbing at his limbs and holding him down as they shackle him in place* n-nerevar! M-my lord please what’s happening?! I’m scared!!!

Nerevar: *smiles gently shackling the irons around his neck to keep him fully immobilised* shhh. This is for your own good, Voryn. We can’t trust you won’t hurt yourself. Or us. *gestures to the other hands as they retract from the moonlight and into the shadows* you trust me, don’t you?…

Shamat: *looking around frantically as tears threaten to spill from his wide eyes, doubt once again bubbling into his mind as he recalls his dream, his conversation with voryn, with himself* I-I-

Nerevar: *leans down to be inches from his face* Don’t you?…

Shamat: *heart stopping as fear grips him, his very being no longer feeling comfort or honour at the hortators advances, only dread at what’s to come* I-… I do. *whimpers feeling like any other response would somehow result in punishment yet not understanding why, he’d always been ‘kind’ to him, kinder than anyone ever had at least, even if he could be a little cruel in his actions he’d never frightened him like this… never like this*

Nerevar: *smiles and softens his gaze, satisfied with his answer* oh my dreamer… *leans down pressing his lips to his in a slow, deep kiss, only pulling away as the moonlight above them finally shifts directly above them* don’t be afraid… Tonight, we set you free from lorkhans grasp. *suddenly places the mask over his frightened captive lovers face, tying it tight* You’ll be whole…

Shamat: I-l-lorkhan? Whole? Wh-what? N-nerevar?? M-my moon and star don’t go! Don’t go!! *cries out trying to break free from his restraints as nerevar suddenly steps back into the darkness as voices begin to chant within it* wh-what’s happening?! What’s going on?! Nerevar?!

High priest: *suddenly looms over him reciting from a scripture in a language Shamat knew once as Voryn but now can’t understand a wink of, Velothi. His voice low and droning in a strange cadence unlike any type of speech, like the thrumming of a drum to spoken word, words that with each syllable gradually turn from sound, to pressure against the bound mers ears, like his blood pounding in his head with his heartbeat, no, not his, but something, someone else’s, pulsating harder and louder, and louder before halting abruptly*

Shamat: *white knuckles and bloodied wrists and nails as he grips into the stone trying to pry himself free from his restraints as his back arches feeling like his eardrums are bleeding, like his head is ready to explode or his heart will give out. His body twisting and writhing helplessly as a searing heat fills him as though he’s being boiled alive, his ankles blistering and slicing open against his shackles and his neck bruising with every pull* NEREVAR! NEREVAR PLEASE! WHAT HAVE I DONE WRONG?! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! FORGIVE M- *falls silent with the priests words as his body grows cold and the thrumming in his ears stop… Only to arch his back up high in utter agony as all the pain rushes to his forehead, to his birthmark, as his skin splits open and a third eyeball emerges in a wash of thick red blood and a pained, horrifying scream rips from his throat so violently it strains his very vocal cords*

Nerevar: *standing off to the side smiling with tears in his eyes as he watches blood bubble up from the third eye of the mask* just a little more Voryn! Come! Come home to me! Come back to me please! We can finally be one! We can-

Shamat: *suddenly snaps his head to the side, looking directly at him, no, not Shamat, somebody else, someone more familiar, wiser, angrier* I. Will. Not. Be. Yours.

Nerevar: wh-what? Voryn you- *gasps out a choked breath as a blinding light consumes his vision, and he finds himself seated amongst the dreamsleeve itself. And in front of him… Voryn* v-Voryn?… it’s- it’s you!! My love I-

Voryn: *turns his head and glares back at him with malice in his eyes* You abuse, and torment my reincarnation. You isolate him in a lonely room and force yourself upon him when he knows no better than to allow his body to be used. You reprimand him for not reaching me as the standard you’ve set when you’ve made no efforts to teach or guide him… and I know… I know You still willingly drug his tea with the filth that was forced down his throat and destroyed his body and mind. You made him associate it with your absence. To make him miss you.

Nerevar: *eyes wide shifting to his knees and reaching for him so desperately, unable to move from where he sits, as voryn wants him to stay there, barred between him by glittering lights of magicka beyond any mortals comprehension* n-no! Voryn please y-you don’t understand he can’t just go off it! He needs to be weaned! He’ll get sick if we don’t do this correct-

Voryn: DO NOT LIE TO ME!!!

Nerevar: *cowers as the realm around him quakes with his voice* Voryn- I-I-

Voryn: *turns to face him completely revealing the hole in his chest where nerevar had killed him the fateful day of the foul murder* He would have been rid of that poison by now if you weren’t so engulfed in your selfish, sickening desires. *folds his arms* I will not return. Not until you love him for whom he is. He is part of me, even in all his differences… *turns away* He is loyal to you still. Despite all your cruelty… just as I was.

Nerevar: w-was?…

Voryn: *glares back at him with glowing red eyes as his skin turns grey and his hands clawed and bloodied* You will need to earn me back… I don’t love you anymore.

Nerevar: *heart and mind shattering like glass as the vision begins to fade and voryns words pierce his very soul* Voryn no! VORYN PLEASE IM SORRY! IM SORRY!!! *gasps as he’s suddenly ripped from his mind to find himself back in the chamber, the only sound that of Shamats soft crying* voryn… *looks to the stone slab to see Shamat laying there in pain, blood pooling around him and his delicate body quivering with hard breathy sobs between whispers of ‘I’m

Sorry’ and ‘please forgive me’ * …Shamat…

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Unwilling Dreamer Pt3

Pt2 here

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“Nerevar… my sweet nerevar…”

Shamat: h-hot- it’s so hot- where- am I?

“Don’t listen to him.”

Shamat: *opens his eyes to see another elf seated before him, one with his face but golden skin, staring at him with forlorn, heartbroken eyes* who? Are you?

Voryn: I’m you… before nerevar killed us… you’re in terrible danger.

Shamat: killed us- I- *jumps as the elf is replaced by another, a tall, muscular, clawed figure behind a golden mask*

Dagoth Ur: Don’t. listen. To. Him.

“Voryn?”

Shamat: *jolts awake with a feeble, startled cry as warm, kind, familiar hands stroke his cheeks, drying them from spilled tears* wh-what? L-lord Nerevar I-

Nerevar: *seated at his bedside with his breakfast, now gently drying his face* shhhh, it’s just me my dreamer.

Shamat: *tilts his head, voice quivering as he questions him* I’m voryn? Your dreamer?

Nerevar: yes voryn, youre mine, my dreamer. My retainer, my most loyal, devout, beloved. *strokes his cheek catching another tear with his thumb*

Shamat: *shudders at his touch, feeling a mix of confusion, shame and honour that the Hortator and king of all morrowind would dare give him even a scrap of his time never mind tend to him and treat him as sweetly as he has* b-but- I’m nobody sir I-

Nerevar: just don’t remember yet. *dries another tear before feeling his forehead* Tsk. Damned skooma… these withdrawals must be killing you.

Shamat: *tilts his head thinking the nightmare, the ear splitting pounding headache and burning heat must be withdrawal symptoms, they’d all started after he met nerevar of course* I- I’m hot- my head hurts-

Nerevar: *nods sadly, feeling helpless as he watches his treasured friend suffer* you’ll feel better after you’ve got something in you… *quietly lifts a cup of what looks like a rather dark tea, holding it to the dunmers lips* Have your medicine first…

Shamat: y-yes sir- *shakily reaches up to take the cup only for nerevar to continue his grip on it as he sips it slowly, refusing to let him feed himself, especially his ‘medicine’* I- *coughs as he finishes the cup* I-it tastes familiar somehow- like-… *quietly falls back into the pillows, his pupils blown out and body relaxing in an instant as his addiction is sated by the small dose*

Nerevar: *sighs and sets the cup down, feeling terrible for drugging him with even a small dose but knowing it’ll help in the process of weening his body off of it until he can stomach an antidote* that’s better isn’t it?… *leans down kissing his forehead earning only a soft, confused hum from the dunmers lips* sit up now, let’s get some food in you, my dreamer.

*a few weeks later*

Shamat: *sitting in his bed, no longer completely bed bound but still confined to his room, the door locked securely and guarded from the outside, as if his own bedchamber were a secret treasury for the Hortator himself. A little precious gem, for nerevars eyes only* … *quietly looks at the books on his bedside, unable to read any of them, unable to read at all never mind write* … *picks one up and slides out of bed, pulling on his slippers before walking to the door and knocking sheepishly* hello?… g-guards?…

Guard 1: Lord dagoth? What is it? Are you hurt? Sick?

Shamat: I- n-no. C-can one of you read a book to me?… I can’t read and lord nerevar won’t-

Guard 2: I’m sorry my lord but the Hortator gave us strict orders not to interact with you beyond-

Shamat: p-please?…

*silence*

Shamat: *sighs and goes to sit back down before jumping as the door clicks open a fraction and an armoured hand reaches through* thank y- *blinks as the guard takes it and closes the door again*

Guard 2: I’ll read to you from out here.

Shamat: *heart dropping realising the guard won’t join him in his room, only allowing him company other than nerevar from the other side of the wall* thank you… *sits by the door and sighs, feeling isolated by his routine, by nerevars strict rules over him and his care, and feeling terrible and ungrateful for even daring to think negatively about it. Daring to be sour about the care nerevar obviously has for him, for the roof over his head, for the food in his stomach, and the medicine that makes his pains go away*

Guard 2: *reading to him as promised* And in silence he swore a mighty oath-that he should be his Lord's bane, and in vengeance for his- O-Oh! L-lord nerevar I-

Shamat: *jumps a little and shakily scrambles up to his feet hearing Nerevars name, opening some of the still tender wounds on his legs and back as he does so* lord ner- *goes silent hearing the sound of something being struck by a harsh blow before staggering back as the door swings open and nerevar enters pulling the guard in by his hair*

Nerevar: *holds the book up in his hand* Did you ask him to read you this?…

Shamat: *eyes wide seeing the bruise already forming on the guards cheek and the cruel grip nerevar has on his hair* I- y-yes I did. I-I had nothing to do and couldn’t read it without y-your help my lord.

Guard 2: *wincing at nerevars hold on his head, trying his hardest to pull himself forward to protect his neck fearing it’ll be cut* I-I swear- I swear my lord I’d never impose on your claim to lord dagoth- I only meant to please h- *coughs as he’s suddenly thrown to the floor with a violent force*

Nerevar: *eyes locked firmly onto Shamat* get out. You’ll be reassigned.

Guard 2: *gets up without hesitation and scrambles out of the chamber, not even sparing a glance back at Shamat in fear it’ll leave his head rolling on the floor*

Nerevar: *closes the door slowly and locks it, eyes still firmly on the meek dunmer trapped before him* … *slowly walks to him, holding the book tight in his hand* …Are you telling the truth… you wanted him to read to you?… nothing else?…

Shamat: *nods staring up at him, his mind swimming with confusion and fear, not understanding what he did wrong to earn such a reaction or harm to another* y-yes my l-

Nerevar: *lifts his chin suddenly with the book, his tongue clicking in disapproval* …

Shamat: m-my moon and star. *trembles feeling the sharp corner beneath his chin* I was bored, it… it’s so lonely when you’re gone…

Nerevar: *gaze softening as he lowers the book, satisfied his dreamer is telling the truth* Oh voryn, I’m sorry my duties must steal me away from you… *gently hands him the book before lifting him up as if he weighs nothing* I’ll read to you no-… *looks down to see a pool of blood gathered at his feet where Shamat stood* … *sets him on the bed and pulls back the robes to see the bandages soaked from where the wounds tore* …

Shamat: n-nerevar?

Nerevar: … *gently covers him back up before walking to the door and stepping outside, locking it as he leaves*

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Unwilling Dreamer pt2

Pt 1 here

Okay yall twisted my nipples this is an au for Shamat and ‘evil’ warlord nerevar.

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*a few hours and a guar back to mournhold*

Nerevar: *pacing back and forth in the hall, the temple quiet minus the hushed whispers hurried steps of healers* …what happened to you Voryn?… this isn’t how I was supposed to find you. Not like th-

*door creaking open*

Head Healer: My lord.

Nerevar: *spins around to see them standing by the partially opened door* How is he?

Head Healer: Delirious from dehydration, malaria, and withdrawals from skooma, I believe. But his back and other wounds have been disinfected and dressed. It’ll be a long process if they’re to heal without scarring his flesh as you’ve requested.

Nerevar: *steps forward and peers into the room to see Shamat laying amongst the cushions, sweating and occasionally convulsing between trembling* has he managed to keep any food down?…

Head healer: beyond bread and water no. We understand he was starved before entering imprisonment and his condition only worsened in incarceration. We tried feeding him something mild like soup but he kept muttering that it was poison and he didn’t want it.

Nerevar: poison? Why would he think that?

Head healer: I’m not sure. It was a simple ash rice soup.

Nerevar: …Perhaps the dark colour reminded him of skooma?

Head healer: well, it’s possible, but if that were the case I’d of expected him to snatch it from us to sate his withdrawals.

Nerevar: I see… Did he tell you his name?

Head Healer: *sighs* Shamat.

Nerevar: What?!

Head healer: my exact thoughts when I heard it. Shamat as in Sharmat… whoever named him had a cruel sense of humour… but… are you certain this is… His… reincarnation.

Nerevar: … *nods* it’s him… I’m sure of it…

Head Healer: … *nods* very well, I won’t doubt your judgment Hortator. So long as you’re certain. *fixes their robes and holds the door open* You may see him now if you’d like?… We will give you a moment.

Nerevar: *nods and steps in as the other healers get up and hurry out with their master* … *watches them go as the door closes before looking back to the poorly elf with the face of his past love, and the strange birthmark on his forehead* …Oh voryn… *sits beside him gently taking his hands and feeling his heart ache as his fingers graze across the callouses on the dunmers skin* what happened to you?…

Shamat: *blearily opens his eyes and looks around the room before resting his gaze on nerevars face, his head pounding with the thrumming of a drum in his ears and his body hot as if on fire* I?… where… where am I?… it’s… its you…

Nerevar: *smiles hearing his voice, his voryns voice, frail and quivering, but undeniably him* it’s me… *gently squeezes his hand bringing it to his lips and giving it a soft kiss* do you remember what happened?…

Shamat: *tilts his head in confusion at the kiss* I… I was being flogged by my warden… and… then you came… and I blacked out?… I don’t… remember…

Nerevar: *furrows his brow* how did you even end up in that situation?…

Shamat: *looks at him then at his hand as the chimer holds it so gently* I… I… *looks away in shame* I was supposed to meet a new dealer… after you killed my old one… I-I tried to go clean but I couldn’t take it anymore, I just needed a-a taste, a spoonful at least… I… went to the wrong house though… when I entered I found a whole family m-murdered… a-and a member of the morag tong fleeing the scene as the guards turned up… *whimpers recalling the blood, and how he was treated by the ordinators* I-I never killed anybody I swear- I swear it! *looks back at him as his voice cracks with distress*

Nerevar: Shhh- *gently lays him back in the pillows, his hand stroking his cheek and trailing slowly up to his forehead before thumbing his birth mark gently* how did you even get addicted to that filth? My dreamer?…

Shamat: *stares up at him with even more confusion, mind too feverish and warped to comprehend the affectionate title* I didn’t want it, they m-made me drink it. N-nobody would hire me, I was too young, too cursed they told me… I-I t-t-tried begging but it wasn’t enough, th-then men started offering me gold to sleep with them. I didn’t understand wh-what it was at first, and they told me if I drank it, it’d make me feel good. When I-… I said no… they forced it into my mouth… I woke up I think- days?… later… I…it made the pain go away…

Nerevar: *appearing calm on the outside but inwardly planning to rip the entirety of morrowind apart to find those responsible for hurting him* you… mentioned some, called you cursed… why?

Shamat: *whimpers looking visibly tired and unwell, clearly in no state to be interrogated or questioned but still carries on* my… *shakily raises his hand and points to his forehead before letting it fall into his lap* my birthmark… they called me the Sharmat… that’s why I was named Shamat…

Nerevar: *grits his teeth hearing his sweet voryn being referred to as if he were still possessed by the false dreamer* That is not who you really are…

Shamat: *looks up at him perplexed, eyes heavy and barely clinging to consciousness* you?… know?… who I really am?…

Nerevar: *nods, his hand sliding down to his cheek and holding his gaze* I do… Voryn Dagoth.

Shamat: I?… *stares up at him as his eyes widen for just a moment, before closing as he passes out into the soft bed beneath him*

Nerevar: *sighs* oh voryn… *leans down kissing his forehead softly, then his cheek, then his lips* you’ll remember soon enough…

Head Ordinator: *suddenly steps into the room* sir. We found his criminal file. There was no sign of a writ at the murder scene but the injuries were associated with tong methods. What will you have my men do?

Nerevar: *looks back at him slowly* Find them… Find everyone who hurt my dreamer. Rip the land apart if you must. They will face justice…

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Me: thinking of an au where Shamat gets taken in by nerevar before he leaves morrowind.

Also me: *sighs*

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Shamat: *physically trembling from withdrawals as he plants ash rice in the murky mosquito ridden water, his shackles catching on the debris beneath its surface and hanging heavy on his ankles wrists and shoulders*

Dres Warden: Faster murderer! *cracks his whip* I’ve seen elderly argonians move faster than you!!

Shamat: *jumps and keeps going* I-I’m not a murderer I-I’m innocent I’m-

Dres Warden: *cracks the whip again at the dunmers back* I warned you about back talk scum!

Shamat: *stumbles dropping his basket in pain and falling into the water as his open back stings from another lashing* I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry!

Dres Warden: Ugh! Now you’ve done it. On your feet! *raises his whip again*

???: Halt! Cease this at once!!

Dres Warden: *looks up to see the regional councillor of his house approaching and beside him, the hortator* Oh! I- f-forgive me that you had to see that my lords. Our trouble prisoner has continued with his reputation.

Nerevar: *steps forward seeing the frail, bloodied dunmer, soaking wet and clinging to the post chaining him to his station* Trouble prisoner?…

Dres Councillor: Yes my lord. He was convicted of murdering a noble family in blacklight whilst intoxicated with skooma. He’s proven to be more trouble than he’s worth since his imprisonment.

Nerevar: is that-

Shamat: *screams out like a wounded animal, voice quivering and cracking as he weeps* IM INNOCENT!

Nerevar: *ears pricking up, not from his words, but his voice*

Dres Warden: *grabs the chain binding the dunmer* How dare you speak before your betters! *yanks him back violently making him fall into the water, his long dark hair shifting just enough for nerevar to see his face before it goes into the muck* Forgive me my lords I’ll see to it yes pun-

Nerevar: *hurries past him and into the water, lifting the broken dunmers body into his arms and wiping his face clean* Its you…

Shamat: *eyes wide staring up at the golden skinned chimer, remembering that day in the alley, how he spared him then and spoke to him with such kindness, and now feeling just as inferior as he holds him so tenderly* … *looks back at the guard and the councillor before looking down adverting his gaze and holding his tongue* …

Nerevar: *heart hurting imagining the suffering he’d been through, and his blood boiling with vitriolic anger and a lust for vengeance at those who’d harmed him* … *gently lifts him up and carries him to the path by the rice paddy, setting him down on the dry earth*

Dres Warden: I- my lord what would you have me- *drops to the ground as his throat is cut by the hortators blade* Gaaghhh m-my l-lord-

Nerevar: *sheaths his sword watching him gasp for air and writhe helplessly as he bleeds out* be greatful, your cruelty has been met with mercy. *turns and faces the councillor* This one will be released into my care. Understood?

Dres Councillor: *looks at him, then his now dead guard, then at the poorly soaked elf trembling at his feet* … *looks back at nerevar* if you wish it, my lord.

Shamat: *eyes wide, body shell shocked staring at the wardens eyes as the life leaves him, wondering why on nirn nerevar, the hortator of all people, would take a life so carelessly, all for him* …

Nerevar: *kneels down meeting his gaze as he unlocks his shackles* Shh, it’s okay now… I’m here… do you remember me?

Shamat: *looks up at him meekly, his pitiful appearance like that of a drowned mouse and his body now trembling in a mix of withdrawals, and fear* I… I think I do…

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Serana: is that?… is that what I think it is?

Vivec: *wrapping his long braid back around his shoulders like a scarf before pulling his hood back up* what?

Serana: *points at muatra* That.

Vivec: …I’m a bit concerned you know what this is as I’m fairly certain you were sealed before I obtained it. But. Yes. This is what you think it is.

Serana: and you use it, as a spear.

Vivec: It works as one. Certainly felt like one when he was on top of me too.

Serana: yeah it, it sure felt like it for me as well.

Vivec: I’m sorry you had to experience such a painful and humiliating act…

Serana: thanks. I’m only jealous that I didn’t think of cutting it off myself.

Vivec: well, I’m technically married to him now I can give you this one and go cut off his new one.

Serana: IT CAN GROW BACK?!

Vivec: I’d assume so otherwise I have no clue why he’s so afraid of me now. If it didn’t grow back he’d have nothing to fear surely.

Lucien: well I mean you did only take off the shaft maybe he’s afraid you might neuter him next.

Vivec: Depends if he keeps causing our friend trouble. Then I definitely will.

Shamat: I? What?

*meanwhile in cold harbour*

Molag Bal: *definitely heard that. Shifts awkwardly and crosses his legs* c-can we contact nirn somehow and tell the vampires to calm down? Please?!

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Unwilling dreamer pt6

Part 5 here

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Shamat: where?… where am I?… *looks around the dark space before him, a seemingly endless void spanning on for eternity*

???: look up.

Shamat: *looks up and blinks thinking for a moment he’s somehow ended up upside down as he sees not himself, but voryn, standing upside down above him* wh-what the?! V-voryn? What’s going on? What’s happening?! N-nerevar said I’d understand but I don’t! I’m scared-

Voryn: *suddenly appears in front of him, gently holding his face in his hands as he presses a kiss to the eyelids of his new third eye* shhhh. He can’t hurt you here. *slowly strokes his cheeks with his thumbs as his nails begin to turn into claws* he can’t hurt us here.

Shamat: h-hurt me? Hurt us?… what was he trying to do?

Voryn: he was attempting to erase any presence of dagoth ur, and, of you. So I may enter your body as my reincarnation. He doesn’t love you, not truely. He’ll forever only see you as just me.

Shamat: d-doesn’t- love me?… but he said he did- he held me as his- he kisses me he doesn’t use me like the men on the streets did-

Voryn: and he called you my name as he did it.

Shamat: It’s my name too!! I was never given my real name! I never received a true naming day! The only reason I was named what I am is because of you!! Because of dagoth ur! Everything bad in my life that has ever happened has been your fault! So why can’t the one good thing I have be because of you too!?

Voryn: do you truely think it’s good?… you lay now bloody and hurting because of his selfishness. He was so willing to cast you away in favour of me. Of bringing me into your body as my vessel-

Shamat: SHUT UP!!! *tries to pull away from him but to no avail* It was a mistake! I’m sure he never meant to hurt me! He would never hurt me on purpose! He saved me! He gave me everything I could ever want! He loves me!! I’m his! I’m his Voryn! I am Voryn! I am you!!!!

Voryn: *tilts his head slowly as his skin begins to flake away like ash, revealing a dark grey beneath the gold* You don’t even know who you are. You will never truely be me. No matter how hard you try. *squeezes shamats face tighter as his clawed fingers reach for his eye as if threatening to pluck it out* You will never be us.

Shamat: *jolts awake and immediately arches his back in pain as his heart thuds violently back to life in his chest, and his wounds openly weep against the cold metal of his restraints* n-nerevar?… *looks through the blood clouding his vision and the eyes of his mask around the room as the moons light finally shifts from directly over him, allowing him to see the Hortator standing in the shadows just a few feet from the slab where he lay* i-I’m sorry- p-please forgive me I’ll be good- I’m sorry I’m sorry I’ll behave I’ll do better-

Nerevar: *standing there in shock and heartbreak having been pulled from a vision of his own* Shamat…

*a few hours later*

Shamat: *draped in a comfy loose robe, his wounds cleaned and dressed in bandages around his neck, wrists and ankles, and his third eye hidden beneath a soft cotton blindfold. Now confined to his bed under the watch of guards after several attempts to throw himself against the door, begging to see nerevar* p-please I swear I’ll behave! *climbs from his bed again only to be picked up and placed back beneath the covers by the worlds most patient ordinator* Please just let me apologise to him! I need to apologise to him!!

Ordinator: he will come check on you in time my lord. Attempting to get past me will do you no good, you’ll just unravel your dressings again. *steps back to return to the door, watching Shamat closely* You’ve already made the healers return twice to fix them. Now stay pu- *falls silent as the door opens and nerevar enters* Your highness. *bows lowly*

Nerevar: *looks at him, before casting his gaze to Shamat and feeling a familiar and yet new sense of heartbreak take him* you’re dismissed. Leave us.

Ordinator: *nods* yes sir. *steps from the room closing the door before removing his helmet and nervously rubbing his face* switch?…

Ordinator 2: whip more like.

Ordinator: Maybe bare handed… you heard his voice… he sounded beyond upset.

Ordinator 2: might as well start digging a grave now for the poor thing… I doubt nerevar will even have the mercy to throw him onto the streets…

Ordinator: the high priest and his most trusted hands all dead because of- whatever he did to them. *shudders* I heard their eyes exploded.

Ordinator 2: worse. There’s just a hollow socket in the middle of their faces, their hearts were ash in their chests and their blood turned hard and as black as ebony. The high priest had what looked like a… gigantic maggot writhing out of the hole in his head. It was moving…

Ordinator: should we stay in case he-

Ordinator 2: no. I don’t want to be around in case it happens to us too… or to hear the Hortator beat him to death… let’s go. *walks off down the hall gesturing for the other to follow, completely unaware of the figure lurking beyond the shadows of the sconce light*

*meanwhile*

Nerevar: *seated on shamats bed with the small dunmer willingly seated in his lap, his frail frame trembling against him as he weeps and pleads to his chest, pleading for him to keep him, pleading for his forgiveness, pleading to let him prove he’s his voryn after all* shhhh, it’s alright. *carefully dries his cheek with his sleeve* I’m not going to abandon you sham-

Shamat: Voryn! I’m still your voryn! I am him I am!!! *grabs at his robe desperately* I have his memories! His face! His voice! I’m him! I’m voryn!! I’m-

Nerevar: *lifts his chin planting a soft, small kiss to his lips knowing it’ll be enough to silence him and the doubts in his head* you’re mine, this hasn’t changed that… *slides his hand around the dunmers waist, squeezing him ever so slightly* But are you sure you want to be called Voryn and not your name?… I never once asked you, and I’m sorry for th- *squeezes him tighter as he presses his lips to his in a fervent, desperate kiss* mmm- *slides his other hand around his waist and pulls him in closer*

Shamat: *pulls back ever so slightly with soft, breathy gasps* yes- yes I want to be called voryn- it’s my name. Mine-

Nerevar: *torn at a crossroads as the logical part of his brain desperately tries to scream over his twisted, lonely heart. Knowing full well he shouldn’t indulge shamats wants when he’s in a clear state of trauma and psychosis, but wanting so very badly to believe he truely wants this, wants him, wants to be voryn and to be his* …My Voryn… *gently slides his hands up his back and holds him tight to his chest as he strokes his hair, undoing the blindfold and letting his third eye be free and open* Youre my Voryn… all… mine…

[wellthebardsdead]

Riiju-Lei: I’m gentle but I will cut a bitch.

Ryn/Voryn: if anyone hurts vivienne I will make them and their family regret the day they were born.

Voryn(Wyrms voryn): If my son Could go without giving me a literal physical heart attack for five seconds I’d be unstoppable.

Shamat(good): I just want to watch my little ones grow up big and strong and adore my husband, Kaidan.

Shamat(corrupted): If anyone disagrees with nerevar I’ll cut their throat and pleasure myself over their corpse so neht will never abandon me.

Evil voryn: nerevar will be at my feet to lap at my flesh for every breath before my beck and call.

[wellthebardsdead]

To deny Godhood Pt7

Pt6 here

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Xelzaz: *sailed from morrowind all the way to solstheim just to speak with Neloth* he has a third eyeball right in the middle of his forehead and everything. He looked so… scared…

Neloth: hm. Yes I’ve no doubt he’s the reincarnation of voryn dagoth. I should have figured that out when I saw how heart stones reacted to him. What’s more, when I placed said stones in ash rather than forming ash spawn they instead developed into ash vampires. *sighs* but if he’s been captured by Indoril Nerevar… well… I’m afraid there’s not a lot we can do.

Xelzaz: n-not a lot we can do-?! He had me come all the way here just to talk to you and you’re saying-

Neloth: I said there’s not a lot. Not. Nothing. It’ll take me a few days but I know a number of members of house telvanni who aren’t particularly fond of lord nerevar. Let’s just say they were. Worshippers of the tribunal. I might be able to convince them into assisting us… how heavily guarded was he?…

Xelzaz: very… it was a miracle I was able to smuggle his belongings out with me without getting caught. *holds up his journal*

Neloth: hm… very well. This is going to be difficult but… I’ll see what I can do… are you headed to skyrim by chance?…

Xelzaz: yes, to meet up with Kaidan and the others… why?

Neloth: *walks over to a box on his desk and opens it up* because- *reaches in removing 3 ceremonial masks before walking to him* I believe two very important people waiting for you in skyrim will be wanting these back. *holds out the masks of the tribunal gods to him*

*meanwhile*

Shamat: *seated on the large balcony overlooking the city of Mournhold, watching the ashy sky with sadness, missing the beauty of skyrim, missing his family, the dragons…* …I wonder… could they hear me if I call?…

???: there you are.

Shamat: *turns and looks back to see nerevar stepping onto the balcony, forces a smile and turns his gaze back to the sky* I needed some air…

Nerevar: *walks to him, standing at his side overlooking the city* you seem upset my dreamer?…

Shamat: …where are all the cliff racers?…

Nerevar: hm? Oh yes… they were everywhere when you last walked nirn. They were driven close to extinction by Saint Jiub. Now they’re more or less tamed as domestic pets.

Shamat: *trying his best to remember the dreams he had of his past life, now getting harder and harder after denying his reincarnation* how sad… I always loved watching them fly.

Nerevar: you used to wish we could be like them and fly away together…

Shamat: and crap on Vivec’s head.

Nerevar: *snorts and throws his head back laughing* oh he hated that story. Probably why he was so happy to see them killed off.

Shamat: *smiles and sighs* I missed out on so much… and I’ve forgotten even more… *rubs his temple closing his third eye* forgive me nerevar… I think I need to lay down… todays blessings have worn me out…

Nerevar: *gently pulls him in close* would you like me to join you? I have a service to attend to but I can set it aside t- *heart stopping as Shamat suddenly kisses him*

Shamat: *initiating a kiss with him for the first time, trying to picture him as Kaidan to make it hurt less* mm… *pulls away and gently strokes his cheek* Still shirking your responsibilities to try to please me. You really haven’t changed~ *sighs and slowly starts walking inside* go attend to your duties. I’ll be waiting for you my moon and star… *sways his hips a little as he steps inside and disappears down the hall*

Nerevar: *bright red, visibly in shock from what just happened* my Voryn… my dreamer… it really is you. *sighs dreamily and heads inside, walking down the halls smiling as he thinks about the kiss, his grin only fading as he enters his office and sits down… noticing somethings off* hm?… *looks down to see the previously locked drawer he kept Shamats belongings in now open ever so slightly* … *opens it up to see it empty* …he tricked me…

*a few moments later*

Shamat: *brushing out his hair after changing into a comfier robe and removing his regalia, quietly humming to himself before nearly jumping out of his seat as the door suddenly gets kicked open* What-

Nerevar: *steps in followed by his ordinators* Turn everything out. He’ll have it in here somewhere.

Shamat: n-nerevar what’s happen- *whimpers as he’s suddenly pulled out of his chair by an ordinator as another pulls open the drawers turning everything out*

Nerevar: What’s happening?… *walks to the dunmer and slaps him hard across the face* You should know what’s happening! Where are they?!

Shamat: *knowing he’s asking about his belongings, the journal, his wedding band & the charm Kaidan made him, and trying not to smirk knowing Xelzaz has them, and nerevars about to give him an ace up his sleeve* th-they? M-my moon and star I don’t know what y-you’re talking about! *winces watching his bed get flipped over and the mattress destroyed as they look everywhere he could possibly hide the items*

Ordinator: *pulls a small diary out from under the bed frame Shamat had planted there in case his room got sweeped, another little thing to convince nerevar he’s his voryn* Sir! *walks to nerevar handing him the book* hidden under the bed frame sir!

Shamat: n-no don’t read it! Please-

Nerevar: Silence! You think you’re so clever. You used my love and my kindness against me! You tricked me into thinking you were my voryn! You lied to my face as you said you loved me! You broke into my office and stole this! *opens it up and immediately thinks he’s made a terrible mistake as he sees a poem written about him, one of love* … *flips the page to see another, and another, and another, all little love poems mentioning him in some way, all in shamats hand writing*

Shamat: *visibly blushing and hiding his face in his sleeve like he’s embarrassed his little secret of adoration has been revealed*

Nerevar: *fully believes he’s made a horrific mistake and that someone else had taken the items* … release him. Have the maids clean this mess up.

Shamat: *holds his wrist timidly as the ordinator releases him* … *shakily places his hand to his cheek where he was struck* …I-I don’t know what I did to upset you so Nerevar… I-I never meant to make you feel tricked I’m trying so hard to remember what I’ve forgotten I just-

Nerevar: no- no don’t apologise Voryn… *gently places his hand to his cheek where he hit him* I’m the one whose sorry, I- I jumped to conclusions and I… I hurt you because of it…

Shamat: *smiles up at him gently, looking so forgiving and in love but inwardly celebrating knowing now nerevar will never accuse him of anything again* Hush… I must have deserved it… if not from my actions in this life. Then my actions in my past…

Nerevar: shhh none of that… *holds him close before looking at the destruction he’d caused* it’ll take a while to clean this up… and youre tired still are you not?…

Shamat: *nods* I-I’ll just sleep on the floor.

Nerevar: no… *takes his hand* you rest in my room tonight… I need to atone for this foul behaviour towards you and… *shyly hands him the little diary* can you… perhaps read me some of these?…

Shamat: *hides his face behind his sleeve again acting flustered* I-I m-maybe? Y-yes? I- I I’m so embarrassed you found it!

Nerevar: *smiles pulling him in close* don’t be, I think they’re sweet… please?

Shamat: *shyly looks up at him from behind his sleeve* oh… you know I can’t say no to you. *wraps his arms around his shoulders, visibly trembling a little* p-please don’t hit me again…

Nerevar: *scoops him up with ease* I won’t. I swear it.

[wellthebardsdead]

*meanwhile in a realm where time got weird*

Shamat: I? Vivec?!

Vivienne: n-no I’m vivienne his reincarnation I’m not him I promise. Are you? Sotha Sil?

Wyrm: no I’m his reincarnation I’m too small to be sotha sil and you’re too cute to be Vivec.

Riiju-Lei: Hold on a minute are you me?

Shamat: I? I’m you? You’re? You’re Voryn?

Riiju-Lei: no I’m his reincarnation im Riiju-Lei- you look like me before I changed into a chimer are you-

Shamat: im his reincarnation too what is happening?

Ryn: Im his reincarnation as well, Vivi to me.

Vivienne: *runs to his side* y-yes sir.

Voryn: and im technically his reincarnation as well but not really, Wyrm come here dear.

Wyrm: okay! *runs to him*

Riiju-Lei: Two more voryns?! Wait- if why are there two dunmer versions of us and two chimer?

Voryn: I was rebirthed in the ash beneath red mountain and nerevar found me. I remembered who I was and returned to my true state with Azuras blessings.

Ryn: And I’ve yet to feel worthy of walking as myself. Instead I walk my path of redemption by nerevars side and in doing so help vivienne find his path separate from vivec.

Riiju-Lei: *looks at vivienne* oh you poor child to wear that monsters face-

Shamat: I? Monster? No Vivec saved me from Nerevar! Nerevars the monster!

Voryn: what?! No he’s not! You take that back!

Ryn: I’ll cut your tongue out for speaking ill of him!

Riiju-Lei: I- hold on let’s talk about this!!

???: talk about what?

All of them: *look over to see 3 nerevars standing there, all equally perplexed as each other*

Voryn: …am I dreaming?

Riiju-Lei: what blissful realm of oblivion is this? Have I died?

Ryn: I think so this is too perfect to be real.

Shamat: three of him. *faints*

[wellthebardsdead]

Unwilling Dreamer pt4

Part 3 here

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Shamat: *wincing as the healers disinfect and dress the freshly opened wounds, pouting slightly as the head healer scolds him for being so careless* they wouldn’t keep opening if you’d just use magic. Why are you being so in- ow! *hisses pulling his leg back from one of the healers*

Head Healer: Magic may close the wounds, but the skin will lose its elasticity and be left with severe scarring. Nerevar is adamant we leave your skin as unblemished as possible.

Shamat: b-but I don’t care about scars, I’m in pain! D-doesn’t it matter what I want?…

Head Healer: *sighs unable to meet his gaze* I cannot go against lord Nerevars wishes. *watches as his underlings finish up* We will leave you to rest now. One of us shall return with your medicine this evening. Lord Nerevar should be with you again shortly to sate your ‘boredom’.

Shamat: wh-where did he go?… I know he fetched you and your underlings but- he looked so angry.

Head Healer: it’s not my place to question such things. Nor is it yours lord dagoth. I’m sure as you heal… you’ll see how things operate here under lord indorils rule.

*meanwhile*

Nerevar: *shoves the heads of shamats guards on spikes before the gathered mass of his ordinators and temple guards alike* Let this be my ONLY warning. If any harm comes to Voryn Dagoth on your watch. Death. If any of you sully his dignity, body, or name. Death. And if any of you feel brazen enough to cause him harm with your own hand. I will see to it that your foul murder will be conducted with my own blade. You’re dismissed. *turns and walks back up the temple steps, grabbing his lance from one of the trembling temple guards as he walks by*

The guards: *all whisper amongst themselves as they disperse, none of them noticing the hooded, masked figure lingering amongst them, watching nerevar ascend the steps, knowing full well of who he’s keeping prisoner behind the stone walls*

*that evening*

Shamat: *laying in his bed, robe lose and draped over his relaxed slender frame, clinging to the sweat glistening over his dark grey skin along with his dark ebony locks. His pupils blown out with another dose of his ‘medicine’, drugged, waiting, and helpless*

*creaking as the door opens*

Nerevar: *steps in and smiles fondly at him, admittedly beginning to find some sick pleasure in how the poison makes his sweet voryn so very relaxed, and almost tempted to continue feeding it to him if it weren’t for the long term health defects it could cause him* comfy?…

Shamat: *glances over at him, only managing a weak, soft moan from his lips* mnn…

Nerevar: *hums in response as he walks to the bed, removing his armour as he approaches and sits beside him* I love seeing you so relaxed… *gently strokes his face as he sighs* I’m sorry I’ve neglected you so. I never realised how boring it must be, all alone without me.

Shamat: *leans into his touch, every sensation against his skin feeling hot and sending tingles down his spine. Too far gone into his high to even register what nerevar is saying to him* mmm…

Nerevar: *smirks ever so slightly, seeing his beautiful dreamers face behind the grey skin and red eyes, hearing his voice so softly hum and moan to him, feeling like he’s so close to being where he needs him to be* it won’t be long now… *leans down* just a little stronger, that’s all I need you to be… then I can bring you back to your former glory… *presses his lips to his earning a soft, surprised whine from shamats lips, the dunmer too dazed to understand what’s fully happening, and unable to stop it even if he tried*

*a few months later*

Shamat: *still healing ever so slowly but far more able bodied at last. Dressed in the heavy robes of house dagoth, now seated at the table by his bed on the verge of tears as he tries to read the scriptures nerevar assigned him to practice* Gods h-he’s going to be so mad if I don’t get this- he said I wrote this? When? When I was v-Voryn? But he says I’m- I can’t- *sighs moving to rub his face before pausing remembering face markings he had to sit hours through having applied, along with the kohl around his eyes* ughh… *grabs his ears and winces forgetting about the still fresh piercings where two gold loops hang framing his face above the heavy gold collar around his neck and collarbone* fuck… if this is what Voryn liked to wear I don’t think I’m cut out to be him… *sighs and lays his arms on the table, resting his head in them and closing his eyes, just for a moment*

“He’s broken… he wants to break you too…”

Shamat: *jolts awake and looks up to see himself seated across from him, golden skin, red eyes, himself but not truely him, Voryn* I-it’s you! Me? I… he wants- to break me?…

Voryn: he went mad searching for me… us… so desperate to bring me back he’ll stop at nothing to achieve it. Whether you like it or not…

Shamat: I? I should be happy about that though right? He’s- he’s harsh but he has a hard job! And he still finds time to care about me he… he says he cares about me.

Voryn: at what point does care become obsession?… Do you truely feel he cares about us?…

Shamat: I… I think he does… I’ve spent so long on the streets, with nothing, being hurt by everyone, used over and over again but he… he gave me a home, a bed, I can eat as much as I want, I don’t have to beg to survive anymore and-

Voryn: You’re not allowed to leave this room are you?… how long have you been in here?… when was the last time you saw the sun?…

Shamat: I’m… im healing. He’s keeping me safe in here. It can be lonely but he keeps me company, hes teaching me to read-

Voryn: and loses patience when you don’t meet the standards he holds you to.

Shamat: he doesn’t lose patience I’m just not as good as-

Voryn: me.

“Voryn? My dreamer?”

Shamat: *jolts awake and nearly falls out of his chair seeing nerevar standing before him with a soft, gentle smile* M-my moon and star I- what time is it? I was-

Nerevar: *chuckles wiping a bit of ink off of his face* It’s nearing supper time, you must’ve been tired after lunch I take it?

Shamat: *blushes leaning into his touch a little* I- I must have been, I was trying to read and then- you woke me up.

Nerevar: *nods and tilts his head remembering fondly how often he’d find voryn passed out at his desk* you used to do that often… well, no matter. *reaches into his bag pulling out a dark cloth* I have some great news. *pulls the cloth back revealing a golden mask, with 3 eyes* it’s time.

[wellthebardsdead]

Me: *writing more of the ‘To Deny Godhood series’* …God damn it I really need to make a reincarnation of Voryn who wants to be with Nerevar-

[wellthebardsdead]

To deny Godhood final pt2 (FINAL!)

Final part1 here

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Assassin: *holding Shamat over his shoulder as he practically flies through the temple, dodging the chaos unfolding around him* It’s lovely to finally meet you again friend!

Shamat: I? Meet me again? We’ve met before?!

Assassin: in another life yes- shit. *freezes in his tracks as several ordinators block his path* cover your ears Shamat. *holds up his hand as arcane godly energy crackles through his finger tips, ready to eradicate them-

*dragons roaring*

Shamat: huh? *clings onto the assassin in fright as the wall is suddenly bashed open by the head of a very familiar red dragon*

Odahviing: *opens his maw wide releasing a torrent of frost and freezing the ordinators solid before pulling away and flying to the balcony* I AWAIT YOU DOVAHKIIN!

Asssassin: well that solved that the-

Nerevar: THERE YOU ARE!!

Shamat: *looks up to see the chimer charging to them with his sword ready and fury in his eyes* oh shit- *quickly pulls off his mask and flings it like a frisbee at him knocking him clean in the face temporarily stunning him*

Assassin: great aim! See you’re dropping the act then! *jumps over the frozen bodies and rubble and takes off up the stairs and to the rooftop balcony where a familiar dunmer shaped dwemer automaton stands waiting as dragons circle overhead* Seht! Quickly take hi- *silenced as his head is severed from his shoulders, drops Shamat as his body slumps to the ground*

Shamat: *coughs as he hits the ground beside the now seemingly dead assassins body* ugh- ngh!?

Nerevar: *picks him up and holds his sword to his throat, face bleeding where his mask struck him* you- you tricked me. YOU TRICKED ME!!!

Sotha sil: *gears turning as he steps forward* nerevar see reason don’t hurt hi-

Nerevar: *holds Shamat by his hair, the sword pressing against his skin threatening to slice it* Don’t. Come any closer.

Sotha Sil: *holds still* Nerevar. You don’t want to do this.

Nerevar: *laughs* I should have known you were behind this! I should have known you and that bastard vivec would find some way to ruin my life again! I should have known you’d try to take my voryn away from me again!

Shamat: *trembling, trying to pull away from the blade* I’m not your voryn-

Nerevar: *finally lost it* SHUT UP! SHUT. UP! *pulls his hair back harder* We are getting married Voryn! You’ll remember who you are! *points the sword at the automaton* call off your army now. Call them off!

Sotha Sil: *glances at him… then at the assassin behind him, slowly pulling his head back onto his shoulders and rising to his feet* They are not under my command. They will not yield to me.

Nerevar: who are they loyal to then?! Tell me!

Sotha Sil: the dragonborn.

Nerevar: The Dra- *goes silent as a familiar, painful sensation fills his body, as a very familiar spear punctures through his back and out his chest… in the very same spot it did hundreds of years prior* y-you-

Vivec: *face now free from the chitin helmet and covered in his own blood* this is familiar isn’t it? Moon and star?… *twists it making the chimer choke up blood and drop his blade, releasing Shamat from his grip*

Nerevar: *eyes wide, tearfully staring at Shamat as the dunmer runs to sotha sils side* you… you’re n-ngh- *spits up more blood* you’re not, m-my voryn… *goes limp against the spear as his life finally gives out*

Shamat: it’s… it’s over… *looks up as hundreds of dragons swarm the sky’s like cliff racers. And one very serpentine like one amongst them, Sahrotaar… and on his back a very familiar figure*

Miraak: *glances down to see his friend, finally safe and free* Sahrotaar. Rally the dragons. It’s time to take him home…

Sahrotaar: *nods and roars out a rallying cry to the other dragons as he flies over the temple*

Sotha Sil: *watches them go before looking at vivec, then at nerevars now lifeless body* …

Vivec: *looks at him, then at Shamat, giving a quiet, but understanding nod of what they must do*

Shamat: … *turns his face back to the sky and lets his voice loose for the first time in so long* ODAHVIING!!!

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Shamat: *staring down at the alien lands of morrowind, the ashen breeze blowing through his hair as they glide over red mountain on the back of odahviing* this is… goodbye then…

Vivec: *holding nerevars body, now wrapped in a burial shroud* it would seem so.

Sotha Sil: it is time we ascended finally… our business is done at last. We have walked our waking dream…

Vivec: *smiles and gently pats shamats shoulder, before handing him his muatra* I’m glad to have met you. Shamat, the dragonborn. *looks down to the volcano below* … *holds nerevars body tight before looking to sotha sil*

Sotha sil: *emerges from his automaton body, his ghostly face smiling back at him with a slight nod* …

Vivec: *nods and closes his eyes before jumping from the dragon, and into the volcano below, sotha sil jumping after him just moments later*

Shamat: *holds back tears watching them fall and disappear into the lava* …goodb- huh? *pauses watching as beams of light suddenly rise up from the mountain, one blue and gold, the other silver and copper, as vivec & sil finally ascend… and following after them, two spirits, both vaguely elven in appearance… one with 3 eyes, and the other with two… both embracing each other as they fly up and disappear into the ashen clouds* heh… *smiles tearfully* I’m glad… you found your voryn…

*a few days later*

Kaidan: *pacing around Neloths tower as irileth watches him go back and forth* I haven’t heard anything from them.

Irileth: I trust in my brothers and sisters of the tong… they’ll get him back here safe… besides. They have vivec and sotha sil to help them… and the other dragonborn.

Kaidan: when were you planning on telling me you were a member of the morag tong by the way ay?! How does a former assassin become the right hand woman to a Jarl?!

Irileth: I wasn’t planning on it. When were you going to tell me there’s TWO dragonborns now?

Kaidan: I- um. That’s fair-

Neloth: Shh. *pauses looking around curiously*

Everyone: *falls silent* …

*Dragons roaring in the distance*

Neloth: …Theyre back.

*meanwhile*

Shamat: *riding on the back of odahviing, Miraak flying beside him on Sahrotaar* I’m free…

[wellthebardsdead]

To deny Godhood pt8

Part 7 here

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Shamat: *seated in the main chamber of the 6th house now mourned, going over scriptures and copying them to new parchment, just busy work to keep from going insane, not expecting to give blessings today* …

Councillor: *the replacement of the expelled former high councillor* Lord Dagoth. There are worshippers expecting blessings outside however they are not scheduled for service. Shall I tell them to leave?

Shamat: *looks up and sighs visibly seeing the younger dunmer look down in fear at his three red eyes* no. I will not turn away any who come to me seeking help. Let them in.

Councillor: yes my lord. *bows and steps out closing the door only to open it again a few moments later allowing several hooded figures to enter* I will be outside if needed. *closes the door allowing privacy*

Shamat: *staring at the figures in concern and caution* I welcome this unexpected visit. How may I serve you as head of the 6th house?…

Hooded figure: Shamat?

Shamat: *blinks recognising that voice* I- miss Maryon?

Brelyna Maryon: *pulls back her hood showing her face* oh gods, archmage it really is you!

???: shhh keep your voice down we don’t know whose patrolling this place.

Shamat: brand-shei?

Brand-shei: *pulls his hood back* I go by Brandyl now actually, thanks to your work I found my family again. But that’s not important right now. Right now we’re here to devise a plan to get you out of here.

Shamat: we?

???: yes. We. *pulls back their hood revealing a very familiar mane of red hair, and the symbol of the morag tong painted on her forehead*

Shamat: Irileth?!

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*Meanwhile back in skyrim*

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Xelzaz: *steps into breezehome, exhausted from his journey but relieved to hear Neloths word reached everywhere before his arrival* gods- GODS?!

Vivec & Sotha Sil: *both turn their heads to look at him* yes?

Kaidan: *walks past them and hugs him* you made it. We got word you’d be here nearly two weeks ago we’re ready to act this plan of Neloths what took you so long?!

Xelzaz: I- had to seek out a few friends of ours for help… they’ll be waiting for us in solstheim when we hopefully arrive to find Shamat successfully rescued.

Kaidan: friends?…

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*meanwhile on solstheim*

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Neloth: you had better appreciate that robe. It took me days of backbreaking labour to enchant it. *looks up at the sky hearing dragons roaring as they land around the tower, ready to receive orders from their charge*

Miraak: *pulling on his mask* it’ll do…