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Dagoth Uthol

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Stayed up all night working on this so I hope you all enjoy my version of the Dagoth family

So here's Ma Dagoth (Merva) and all the bros (Araynys being the oldest and Voryn being the youngest)

I apologize for the doodles in advance but i'll explain them better don't worry lolz

These are pretty much my ocs at this point

Gilvoth, Uthol and Voryn are full blood brothers (as i have it in Chimer culture it's very common to have open relationships/multiple partners. Especially if you are a part of one of the major houses, it was only after the Tribubal began their god hood that Dunmer began to practice monogamy as the tribunal kinda pushed it onto them)

Gilvoth is the eldest and Voryn the youngest between these bros (and to explain the symbols, i decided to have it that the symbols represent their magical abilities which i may explain in a different post)

Gilvoth is a gay man who has an unrequited crush on king Dumac, he also doesn't get along very well with Tureynul (why? Nobody knows anymore)

Uthol is Bisexual and has a dwemer gf named Tann, He's a big mamas boy similar to Voryn. He's terrified of Voryn at times

And Voryn, head of the Dagoth house, councilor and a spoiled lil kid with a crush on his best friend. Do NOT trust child Voryn with scissors if you value your hair.

They both come from a Chimer father (don't have any info on the dads yet so)

Next! Endus and Odros

They're twins! I thought it'd be a cute idea to do so lolz

Both of them are very talkative, love throwing parties and are chubby boys!!

They both hail from a dwemer father who isn't really in their lives much (mainly due to distance + working under the previous King)

Tureynul isn't full blood related to any of the other bros, and somehow he's worse than Voryn at times. Very snobbish and uptight, kinda sour he didn't get picked to be the head of the family

He hails from a snow elf father! Which people are almost confused on how they're related since his dad is super sweet

Vemyn is adopted!

Thought it'd be funni that Uthol just found him on the street and dragged him back home like 'can we keep him pls?'

Possibly the most sane of the brothers, He's just chilling in the corner

And finally the oldest Araynys who was stuck on babysitting duty for a good majority of his life

And is also sour that Voryn got picked to be head of the house, he also has a small big crush on Almalexia. He's currently glaring at Nerevar lol

Tired older bro

They all love their ma !!

I have it that Merva is a very caring and loving woman, though she can be 'mean' at times when it comes to those 'messing' with her family (ex: She wasn't fairly kind around Tann or Nerevar for a bit, until she realized they weren't just trying to get into their house)

She's very proud of all her sons no matter what they're doing with their life, she's a good ma to her sons and to her sons friends

In order from first born to last

Araynys, Gilvoth, Tureynul, Uthol, Odros, Endus, Vemyn, Voryn

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dagoth uthol, voryn's younger sister 😊

she's one of the middle children of the endless dagoth siblings. she's butch. she likes adventuring and she wants to be an explorer. she's got short hair. she likes her backpacks. she's gay. she thinks its cool that she's 3 minutes older than her twin, odros. she's said to be one of the friendlier dagoths. along with voryn, she's one of the only girls in the family. she's sweet on an ashlander girl she met Once and could never forget

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Fallen Star, pt. 7

Author's Note: Warning, long. 5k words, no smut. Sadara goes to Kogoruhn. There is the breakdown of a cliffracer carcass in this chapter.

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The trip was largely silent, for certainly Rather couldn't speak. He knew exactly what route to take, so Sadara let him lead her by the hand despite how cold, deathly, and rough his skin felt.

When the occasional corprus beast or cliffracer threatened them, Rather was the first to charge magic, to put himself between her and the threat, and blast it until it stopped moving. He didn't seem puzzled that she joined in, but he DID when she grabbed the (now bloodless) cliffracer and started shoving it into one of her empty bags.

He gestured briefly at the cliffracer's body, then waved his hands.

"You eat corprusmeat," she said, "I don't. There's good eating on these things. V--Lord Dagoth sent me out with rations, but...meat is meat."

That answer seemed to satisfy him, and he lead her onward. East of Vemynal, according to the map, though Rather didn't seem to need one. She wondered if none of the Buoyant Armigers knew of this way in...if they did, then they weren't able to take it. Kogoruhn WAS a large base after all, and if it was inhabited by one of Voryn's brothers--ash vampire, the thought came a second later--then it wasn't going to be easy to conquer.

She'd come through Kogoruhn before, somehow managed to sneak past most of those within. But two she remembered.

Dagoth Ulen had mocked her for what he perceived as her devotion to Azura. "Ah, she's sucked you in with her pretty prophecies. Promised you power, did she? Promised you justice, did she? And when did a Daedra Lord ever fulfill a promise? Such a faulty memory you have."

She'd responded that she didn't even worship Azura, that she had been brought up to fear the daedric princes--that now remembering Voryn, Lord Dagoth as the sleepers all called him--she wanted to see him first, before she did anything more. Before she obeyed Azura's commands, obeyed her much farther--

"Mortals are but simple sport to the Daedra Lords. They pull the strings, and you poor fools leap and dance..."

"I dance to no one's tune but my own," she'd replied, "I am only here because--I want to see him before I--make any decisions."

That had seemed to calm him, temporarily. And as Rather lead her into the tunnel, she wondered then what Uthol would have to say. Him she'd told the same thing--that she wanted to see Voryn before doing anything else.

Sadara started to remove the scarf covering everything but her eyes and let it hang about her neck. She tensed when she saw another ascended sleeper up ahead.

What if this was all a trap? What if they meant to kill her here? What if--

Rather stopped in place, and turned back, patting the back of her hand. Perhaps trying to reassure her, she couldn't be entirely sure. But the other sleeper neared, and when it spoke she was sure it was Ulen. That thin, reedy voice that heightened into something more like a trumpet when he grew excited. Like a living wind instrument, like words spoken through them--wrong, utterly wrong. But still he was.

"Nerevar, how glad we are that you have seen the light!"

Rather shuffled aside so Ulen could approach; the latter raised his (shaking?) rough hands to her face.

"No more a puppet of prophecy. No more a tool of Azura. We welcome you, Nerevar Sadara."

"I...thank you." Sadara knew not what to say for a moment, knew not where to look. There were holes on Ulen's face, but none of them looked like proper eyes at which to direct her own. "There's no need for the fuss. Not that I'm ungrateful for V...Lord Dagoth's welcome, it's just..."

"Come, come." This time it was Ulen who lead her by the hand. Rather followed along behind them. "Lord Uthol expects you."

"It's really not necessary to bother him, I can't imagine he'll be very thrilled."

He'd let her through before, but she was sure he'd be as ill pleased as Gilvoth had been. She wouldn't really blame him for it, either. Someone calling themselves the Nerevarine waltzes in, spreads her legs, and thinks THAT's all it takes to--

It is not you he wants, but Nerevar.

"We are always happy when we receive a new follower. But for Nerevar to return and join us? THAT is worthy of celebration!" Ulen was all excited flutes now, "It has pleased our Lord greatly, and his joy is our joy."

"He's told you already?"

"Did you think our Lord would keep your presence a secret from the rest of his House? He would never treat you so cruelly."

"I...I didn't expect such a greeting, was all," Sadara went on in a slightly less shaky voice, "Considering the prophecy, I was certain that I'd be viewed with more suspicion, like everyone else on Vvardenfell has--"

"Such malice is the domain of Azura, she who thought herself the architect of your destiny, the designer of your misery. You are wiser than you at first seemed, and I offer my abject apologies for the assumption that you would fulfill those prophecies."

"No, there's no need to apologize. Really. I...I would be suspicious too, if I had been..."

Everything is fine. You're just in some tunnel underground with a couple of ascended sleepers and you're not wearing armor at all. It's not as though they would kill you and leave you here.

They could.

Sure, she had a longsword at her hip and a dagger hidden beneath the robe, but they were strong enough they could make short work of her before she could even lift a blade.

But they didn't.

"If I were one of you," she finally finished.

"That you are not, yet soon you shall be, by the grace of Lord Dagoth."

Sadara swallowed nervously when they approached a door. She still couldn't get Gilvoth's last look out of her head, that dour tone. Uthol had been friendly enough when she'd last come through, but...at the same time, she wasn't sure how he might take...the situation. She didn't know how much Voryn had shared, or how he'd worded it. He didn't exactly tell her these things...

Gods, what a fool I am.

The door opened, and Ulen let go of her hand, moving forward and turning toward someone she couldn't see as she entered, with Rather following close behind. She realized she was sweating, and took the scarf off to dab at the sweat on her brow.

"And there she is," came Uthol's voice. "Well met, Nerevar, well met indeed. Fortune smiles. You have survived the journey, made your submission..."

Sadara lowered her hands, and absent-mindedly wrapped one a few times over with the scarf. "And now here I am."

Uthol's eyes trailed slightly downward from her face, and she noticed a strange little smile.

"I didn't think you would take my suggestion quite so literally."

Sadara was confused, but reached up to touch her neck when Uthol gestured. There was pain over the spot--

Oh, gods, I COMPLETELY forgot about the bite mark he left!

She flushed with embarrassment and instantly said, hoping he didn't notice that too, "You can blame the Dagoth Brandy for that. I was...I wanted to clear the air about some things I didn't remember, and...well, there's no need to go on about it. I...I hope not to bother you overmuch, I know Gilvoth certainly wasn't happy about--"

"Gilvoth is never happy about anything," Uthol said, waving one hand absently. "And given the way Lord Dagoth's vision of your future in our House has changed, I can surmise the reason fairly easily. Perhaps he would simply like peace and solitude once more."

Again, she blushed.

"I...I hope," Sadara stammered slightly, "Still, that my presence will not...be an annoyance."

"Annoyance?" Uthol snorted and laughed. "Annoyance? You come to Lord Dagoth, you swear you mean neither him nor the House of Dagoth any harm, and you are to join us. Nerevar. And think we would find your presence grating?"

"It has not been an easy road getting here," she said quietly, "Native Dunmer are...quite hostile to outsiders. One gets the feeling that one is annoying simply by existing from the direction of the Empire. But considering all that the Empire has done, I understand. But House Dagoth is the first time I ever felt welcomed, and...it's been a breath of fresh air."

Really, it had been. It was, she was sure, part of the reason she'd fallen so easily into Voryn's arms. For the first time since her mother had passed, she felt truly wanted somewhere. But that was just Voryn. She hadn't considered the rest of his House, though given Gilvoth's reaction she'd been reasonably sure they'd be just as ill pleased.

"Even if V--Lord Dagoth insists on sending me here with an escort. As if I couldn't make the journey myself. Has he always been so cautious?"

"We were informed of your condition, so in that case, I cannot say I fault him for this caution. Is it true--your wounds will not heal by spell or by potion?"

She almost felt she shouldn't answer the question, but Uthol seemed genuinely concerned.

"It's true. I've tried several times on smaller wounds. I heal like anyone without magic, but it seems...Lord Dagoth himself is the only one who can outright heal my wounds with spells." And now she felt sheepish for even protesting at the escort. "I can only assume Azura is responsible for it, considering. At first she scolded me for my disobedience, but now she's gone silent."

"At any rate," Uthol said, changing the subject, "We're glad to have you join us here, and some of the sleepers have prepared a room."

"I'm--grateful for that, thank you," Sadara said, "And I'd be more than glad to keep talking. But...and I hate to ask even more from you, I...killed a cliffracer, would you happen to have a kitchen area I could break it down in?"

She pulled out the cliffracer's plucked body from one of her bags. Once more she expected a negative response.

Once more she was greeted with the opposite of what she expected.

Uthol laughed. "Not as such, but I'm sure Ulen could find you an appropriate place to do it in. Do mind the ash poets, though, they may start...piping at you, considering what your presence means. When they're excitable they tend to break into music."

"I'll keep it in mind, Lord Uthol."

He nodded, and added as she was leaving. "If I may, it will be good to have a lady in the house again. Not that I dislike the company of my brothers and the sleepers, but House Dagoth has a sad lack of women."

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Rather was her shadow into the makeshift kitchen, but it was Ulen who provided most of the conversation as he helped her break down the cliffracer.

"It has been some time since I had need to do this," he said, "But it is like a light spell, once you learn it, you never forget."

"You tended game fairly often?" she asked.

"Certainly. I remember fairly little, but," Ulen replied, sorting through the daggers in her weapons bag until he found some appropriate for carving, "I know I had a daughter, and that I enjoyed the domestic side of life."

"...what brought you here, then? To--to House Dagoth."

Ulen's trunked head lowered as he hacked off the head of the cliffracer. "A bandit raid. My daughter was caught...and by the time I found her=...it was too late."

"I'm so sorry. I--I lost my mother fairly early, though they're not quite the same thing. It was just illness with mine, not...did you have no one else?"

"No one. I was alone, until the Sixth House. Lord Dagoth could not fully erase the pain, but he could blot from my mind the horrors I witnessed. I did not want to remember my daughter as she died, but as she lived...and he gave me that."

Sadara gave a weak smile, but then shifted as a question occurred to her. She cut off the lower fin of the cliffracer, then made a small lateral cut below the breast so she could start removing the skin. "He can make you forget things?"

"Indeed he can, but this he does only for those who move higher in his service. Perhaps it shall be different for you. I do not know, it is not my concern. You are different from us, Nerevar."

"Please," she said suddenly. "Call me Sadara. It is not that I reject who I am, but...as I told V--Lord Dagoth, it feels almost disrespectful. I am him, but if I'm here, then he isn't. He suggested taking Nerevar as the name of my House. I didn't want to use Indoril, for obvious reasons."

"An excellent idea, until the time you join House Dagoth." Ulen pulled the cliffracer breast away from the neck and back, and Sadara, having cleaned her hands and a dagger again, reached for a jar to drop the more inedible organs in. "Lord Dagoth is ready to welcome you, but you seem to know that already."

"It's...overwhelming," she replied in a weak voice, "To go from nothing, to this prophecy, to...a god's open arms...I never thought to find myself secure, let alone..."

Even if I am just Nerevar to him...even if he never sees me as more than that. If I can only change his mind...maybe, maybe...I can finally just REST. I don't need to be a King or a leader like Nerevar was, I'd be happy just being the woman on Voryn's arm...

"...let alone welcomed as I have been. Given what I did about the corprus..."

"Lord Dagoth is not angered by that, we know. It was a way to know that you were Nerevar reborn, after all."

"He said it would be a pity to...to mar a thing of beauty, even with the bounty of his divine disease." Sadara blushed briefly, and looked back to the carcass as Ulen was pulling out the crop, gizzard, and intestinal tract. "I'd never heard such compliments before. It's strange...when I prayed to the Divines, I would ask Mara for a heroic knight, and now I find that I've been sent a god. Perhaps someone wishes to make things up to me."

"Have you considered that that person may be Lord Dagoth himself?"

"'Wisdom, a firm friend, and all the power you need to set the world aright,'" Sadara quoted the note, "He called himself a respectful servant...and a loyal friend."

That of Nerevar's memories which had returned only confirmed that. Voryn had never been anything but loyal, that she could remember. Said what he meant, and meant what he said. Her heart leaped at the idea that it could extend into what had begun to grow between them.

"My only fear in all of this," Sadara lied, "Is Lady Azura's wrath. She has already gotten angry at me for not doing what she sent me for, and...I fear that more may happen the longer this goes on."

"She shall have no opportunity to enact any vengeance; you shall be well-guarded. Lord Dagoth wants no member of his house to worry for their safety." He worked with her in silence for a minute or two, then waited as she cleaned her hands again. "Least of all, his lady."

his lady

How sweet that sounded.

She had a few ash yams and some saltrice, and made a fairly decent stew out of it and the bulk of the cliffracer's edible meat. The scent seemed to draw in some of the other Dagoths, and she looked about for other bowls.

"We need no sustenance but the corprusmeat," Ulen said, "So do not feel obligated to share."

"Nonsense, a guest in the house should be willing to...and besides, I've other food."

She served out the stew to those who sat waiting, then ate from her own bowl with a spoon. The ash ghouls simply tipped their own up and ate that way.

I wonder if this comforts them...if they still remember eating anything before...

It was not a pretty thought, that she might continue doing this, but--even if Voryn did change his mind, these poor things likely wouldn't be able to return to what they were before.

"We thank you, lady Nerevar," one finally spoke once they were all done, "And we are pleased to welcome you into House Dagoth."

"I am not of your house--" Sadara started, but when the moment seemed tense she added, "Yet. But you're all welcome."

"If you intend to see the sunrise," Ulen suddenly said, "And get a good night's rest, I recommend you not linger overlong and proceed to the room we've cleared for you."

"A little longer," she replied, "I've got a lot on my mind, and...plucking at my lute always helps settle my head."

Sadara turned away as several of the ash ghouls tidied away the dishes, and pulled her lute from her bag.

I need to think. If I could have a moment alone that would be better, but...

At least Rather couldn't speak...she assumed he would simply continue to shadow her until she returned to Red Mountain. When she emerged in the morning to watch the sunrise...that would be her best opportunity. As alone as she would get, while she was still within Voryn's circle of influence.

Something slower and quieter. Ah, I know...

She chose The Star-Eyed Bride of Alinor and began to pluck at the strings, the lyrics rolling in the background of her thoughts.

My star-eyed bride of Alinor, lost in storm and spray

Kogoruhn was a palace of death, but they had welcomed her with open arms. Uthol had been more friendly than she'd expected, and Ulen...Ulen had been overjoyed to see her. The ash ghouls...well, they hadn't said much of anything, but they'd been curious enough to take her stew, so she would assume they'd at least not seen her there unhappily.

They were victims as much as any other, though...except Ulen. No, especially Ulen. He'd chosen this, but his grief...

My star-eyed bride of Alinor, that cruel fate took away

A willing soul did not make all this perfectly innocent...grief could make people act dangerously, make them desperate either to forget or to mask over the pain.

Sadara took a deep breath. Voryn wanted to help them, she could see that, and yet he didn't see he was really hurting them. What kind of a life was this, confined to Kogoruhn, never more speaking to anyone who wasn't a member of the family. Not even a chance to do so.

"They deserve better," she murmured under her breath.

White swan feathers fluttered from her ivory bridal gown, and unsung vows slipped from her lips, eager to be found

She could not save them...but if she could just persuade Voryn, perhaps she could stop anyone further from falling into this sort of state. Or like those corprus monsters she'd met on the journey to Kogoruhn.

The next few verses she couldn't seem to quite remember--but the tune stayed the same, so on she went with it. Another thing lost...had he made her lose it? No, no, something in her mind said. He wouldn't do that, he WANTS you to remember all that came before.

Voryn himself, he was in there, inside that one that all of Vvardenfell called a mad god, that one who was spreading the blight across the island. Surely there must be something she could do to save HIM. If Sotha Sil could figure out how to use the Heart of Lorkhan, then SHE could figure out how to free someone from the darker parts of its influence.

"One step at a time," she said, once more under her breath. Soft horns were echoing--

She looked up, to find that Ulen, currently at the end of the room, had been the one making the noise like a soft set of horns.

"By all means, Lady Nerevar," he said, his trunks raised, "Continue."

She looked down at the lute and, shutting her eyes, began again, thoughts staying on Voryn as a verse she did remember rose.

My star-eyed bride of Alinor, whose last words were my name

A moment later she heard Rather from his spot behind her, begin the notes as well (if at a lower pitch) creating a strange trio of sound with her performance and Ulen's.

Then an ash ghoul, its sound a somewhat higher note, and another, somewhat lower. A third, a fourth.

My star-eyed bride of Alinor, I still weep from the shame

Before Morrowind, music was how she made herself seen, and she had never felt so much so as now. To play a song, to have others join along, it was (despite the circumstances) everything she'd dreamed it would be. She lead, they followed, they caught up and every note was harmony.

And then, a thought. A thought that was definitely not her own.

In his flesh and of his flesh.

A slight smug joy not her own, along with the words.

Gares? she thought. Those words, she would not forget those words so easily. It was faint...so very, very faint, on the edge of hearing, just barely audible.

Did I not say you would come to our lord, Nerevar?

Sadara kept playing, feeling a sudden anxiety beneath her skin. The room suddenly felt paradoxically too small and too large, too bare and too crowded. She felt linked to someone, someones. These ash ghouls, Rather, Ulen, most strongly, then somewhere in the mental background was Uthol, and outside Kogoruhn, others. Like the strings of a spider's web moving at the slightest touch she was still, yet was sure she felt--

And here you are.

Yes, she thought, Here I am.

But there was nothing further. She didn't know if the others had heard what she had, or if perhaps she'd simply been hearing things. The ash ghouls did not speak up, and neither did Rather or Ulen. The song finished out, and for a moment there was an almost appreciative silence.

She did not know how she knew that they were glad of the song they'd shared in, as she hadn't looked up to see anyone smiling or anything like that.

What she did know was that she felt their gladness. The echo of the last note passed on, though, and with it came an end to her surety. It was as if a connection established had been suddenly severed.

The ash ghouls got up one by one and left, thanking her or bowing their heads by turns. Eventually, she was left alone with Ulen and Rather.

"I think I will go to sleep now," she said, "That...seems like a good note to go out on."

A sound like whistling flutes, musical laughter. Ulen replied, "In the most literal sense. You truly do belong here, Lady Nerevar."

Sadara gave a weak smile and nodded, then let herself be lead away. The room they'd prepared for her was fairly empty with no windows. There was a bed, only barely qualifying as one with its single blanket and pillow.

Ulen told her that Rather would be standing guard on the other side of the door, and she was finally, finally left alone. She set up her bedroll beneath the blanket, and, shivering just slightly, settled herself into it and sipped quietly from her waterskin.

That connection, whatever it was, had been frightening, and yet at the same time--she had felt the last embers of her fear of loneliness burn out. Was this a small version of what the others with corprus felt? Were they all so connected? Perhaps she had been imagining things, and yet...and yet, she was sure she was right about it.

But it was triggered by music. Specifically, when there was a harmony. Maybe because her case of corprus was stilled, frozen in time, she could not fully feel what they did.

It confused her, as much as Voryn did, but feeling the fatigue of the day's journey she lay back on the bed and shut her eyes.

If it had linked her to the others, she wondered sleepily, then why had she not felt Voryn?

Suppose he is the link? Suppose...

The questions circled puzzlingly in her mind until sleep finally took her.

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When she opened her eyes again she wasn't in that dim little room in Kogoruhn, but a large, airy, brightly lit...palace, she wanted to say.

It was crowded but not overwhelmingly so. Everyone was dressed finely, and everyone was golden-skinned. Yet there seemed to be a rainbow of colors otherwise in their robes and armors and various dressings. Jeweled coronets glittered from some brows, and gold from most necks. She was wearing what she had been when she lay down to sleep--the red robe with the leather belt bearing the symbol of House Dagoth, which in the crowd made her feel severely underdressed.

She distracted herself with how this all felt familiar, overwhelmingly so, and as she made her way through the room she got both nods and bows.

I've been here before, Sadara thought, I know I have been here before!

A memory, maybe, a memory she'd forgotten. Or perhaps just a dream, her mind trying to make sense of the new memories that were moving through her mind. Perhaps it was just a jumble of things...and yet...

Sadara managed to find her way to one of the walls, where were lined a small row of chairs and--a mirror. With the crowd still talking behind her she looked into it, seeing none of them in it--not even herself.

The face that looked out of the mirror was a golden-skinned Chimer, with white hair that stood up, and eyes so blue--

Nerevar! she realized suddenly, and raised a dusky hand to her face. In the mirror the hand was Nerevar's. So this is what I was before?

It unnerved her, to look into those eyes, despite the reflection being, well, her own. Yet it was not her own, and the stare of those eyes into her own had a strange guilt settling over her. What would he think, she wondered? How would he see what she was doing, or rather, not doing? Eyes this blue were an obvious sign of devotion to Azura...surely, Nerevar would be angry.

And yet...

...even if that is not what Azura wants...

Was Nerevar there somewhere in the back of her mind, doubting his lady's commands just as much as she was? The eyes in the mirror seemed worried...hopeful, in some minute way, but they were full of concern for certain.

Sadara turned away from the mirror suddenly, not wanting to look at those eyes any longer. She looked about the crowd, seeking any particularly familiar face. Seht, Vehk, even Ayem she'd have taken, some certainty in a place where everything was familiar but vague at the same time.

Like a painting of a place she knew she'd been, with definite details impossible to note. Faces were clear but no details jumped out to scream that this person was so-and-so, or that person was--

The crowd parted before her to let her pass, and the music coming from some nebulous, unclear point in the room rose into a gentle symphony of strings and flutes.

The ink-dark hair, the stiff posture...

He turned.

The golden mask.

The red and black robes and the golden pauldrons she didn't recognize, and yet again there was that feeling of deja vu. She did not remember him wearing this, and yet in her mind there was an echo of the memory, saying that yes, he HAD worn this. She had seen him here once before. Long, long ago...only without the mask.

"This," Voryn said, in a voice softer than any she had yet heard him use, "This is the last time before it all went so wrong."

Am I dreaming?

"Of course you are," the smile was evident in his voice, even if unreadable on that impassive gold, "Did you think I would neglect you?"

"I...I thought you would be busy." Sadara gave a brief smile, and then turned to look over the gathered crowd. "I remember all this, and yet I don't...I know I was here, but...everything...is hazy. Like an echo of a memory."

"Your lady would have you believe you do not need such memories," Voryn replied, "But to have Nerevar reborn without Nerevar himself...for a tool of the daedric princes, it would suit. You...you were made to do her bidding, and for no other reason. What pain he must go through, to see and to lose so many times."

Sadara was unsure how to respond, so she nodded to let him see she was paying attention, and to tell him to continue.

"This time....this time will be different, I swear it. I will see that the Tribunal do not get the chance to pour their lies in your ear; that Ayem does not poison you, that Vehk does not stab you. We shall rise over the Tribunal like a wave and drown them. We shall choke them with their own hubris, and then--show them the might and majesty of a true god."

He took her left hand and held it between both of his own.

"Do not fear to speak. Azura cannot touch you here."

"I know, but...I believe Seht could tell you that the daedric princes could lay waste to one's home and hearth easily."

"Seht had his vengeance," Voryn brushed it off, "And should the Lady of Dawn and Dusk think to harm you, I shall have mine."

He lay a hand on her face, turned it so her gaze crossed his own.

Once more, the flutter in her chest.

"What you see here will be again, once I have Wraithguard."

"'When the land is swept clean of false friends and greedy thieves, the children of Veloth will build anew a garden of plenty in this blighted wasteland,'" Sadara quoted.

"And you," he said, leaning in, "What do you hope to gain from all this?"

"Only security," she replied, heart beating rapidly in her chest as she spoke, "Give me that, and--"

Voryn silenced her with a kiss, and the noise of the crowd faded in her ears.

[sub-urbanwitch]

My best account of the appearances and relations of the nobility of House Dagoth. I have refrained from including extraneous details not pertinent to the current state of House Dagoth, particularly the members of the nobility who did not survive the extermination of the House after the War of the First Council.

-Falcus Vandacia, Imperial Geographical Society

My ash vampire designs, ft. some headcanons under the cut.

Araynys is a Telvanni through-and-through. She’s more than happy to let other people hold the titles, but she’s got her fingers in every pie from Mournhold to Blacklight. Anyone who knows anything knows she’s nearly as powerful as Dagoth Ur himself.

Tureynul has near-constant headaches from his nearsightedness. He wants everyone to leave him alone so he can read in peace.

Odrosa spent the better part of her childhood reading about history and law. She’s ambitious and competitive and, despite how young she is, probably better qualified than her brother to be running the joint.

Uthol is a shockingly normal teenage boy with a penchant for getting in trouble. He and Odrosa are attached at the hip. He’d love football if it existed in Morrowind.

Vemyn is angry at life. He consideres it a personal offense that he isn’t in charge, that he was forced to marry a Dwemer of all things, that his son is a useless drunk…

Endus decided to cope with his father’s cripplingly high expectations by diving straight for the bottom. He can’t be held to impossibly high standards if he’s blue-blind drunk half the time. He’s rather amicable, considering who his father is (and all the years of chronic alcohol abuse…)

Gilvoth, on the other hand, internalised near everything her father told her. She deals with her abysmal self-worth by taking it out on everyone else around her.

Divayth sends his daughter and his grandchildren birthday presents every year. He has been doing this for centuries at this point, and they still haven’t been able to figure out how he gets them past the Ghostfence.

[trickstarbrave]

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I’m having more communal concubine Nerevar ideas again

Voryn having a canvasari Nerevar as his lover but not wanting to go without him at his side. Unfortunately they won’t be able to marry and his safest bet is to take Nerevar as his concubine. The issue is the council will want to have a stupid fucking vote on it since Nerevar is an “outsider” to his house. He’ll need to win over votes. Luckily his brothers are willing to help him and vote in his favor… So long as they get to use Nerevar too.

After Voryn gets it approved Neht becomes an official concubine of house Dagoth. Uthol suggests he gets a tattoo to show his loyalty to the house, and has Neht get a womb tattoo with house Dagoth’s seal. Voryn nearly orgasms the first time he sees the tattoo (as do his brothers)

Making this omegaverse too so all the brothers can scent Nerevar and listen to him purr up a storm. They take turns cumming inside him. They have to draw lots to see what groups of which brothers get to spend Nerevar’s heats with him until he picks an official mate (Voryn insists he should be able to mate with him officially, but the brothers say that’s unfair because Nerevar might prefer one of them as a mate. Luckily Nerevar does eventually pick Voryn) ((the brothers also still spend heat cycles with him afterwards voryn is just always there with him)).

Nerevar will often pick out specific outfits to seduce different brothers. Gilvoth is the one who goes feral for Nerevar’s pierced nipples, even more so than Voryn. If he wears an outfit where they are visible or are poking through fabric, by the end of the day Nerevar will be covered in love bites and bite marks. Nerevar likes having that kind of power over all of them though, if he’s being honest. Especially bc he thought several of Voryn’s brothers didn’t like him, but it turns out they were just trying so hard to keep themselves under control. And honestly why influence only one dagoth brother when you can influence them all?

Nerevar could practically run the house. Sure there’s checks and balances but the dagoth brothers have a lot of varied influence, and while they normally keep each other in check it’s hard to do that when Nerevar has sway over all of them. None of the brothers want to risk losing access to Nerevar, as Nerevar is normally very fair with letting each brother get a turn. But he can start being unfair and just so happen to be too busy getting fucked by someone else if they go against him too much. Besides they do think he’s too clever for his own good, so they aren’t that mad about it.

[woundjob]

this literally doesn't matter at all i just figured i'd let everyone vote on it. i might decide that he's not even one of the seven.

[ansu-gurleht]

oh i think i completely accidentally figured out dagoth valer’s backstory. or maybe rewrote it idk, idr what i originally had exactly except she’s old as shit. but basically:

she was artificially created by the dagoths a while before the battle of red mountain. divayth fyr, who may have originally been a dagoth from a rival clan who joined telvanni to survive the purge, discovered her in the aftermath and imprisoned her in stasis to study what they had done to make her. from his studies he was able to figure out how to clone himself and create his “daughters,” but they’re not true clones, they contain some of valer’s aberrant dna. ku-vastei discovered her in a secret chamber of his corprusarium and set her free, where she tried to find her original creator, the ash vampire dagoth uthol. she does find him, and joins the rest of the remaining dagoths following dagoth ur. outside the dagoth ur facility, she has her final encounter with ku-vastei, who defeats her after a surprisingly difficult fight. but owing to her unique biology, as well as being an ash vampire now, she survives and even continues living as an ash vampire past the defeat of dagoth ur and the disappearance of the heart. the rest shall be told in the story itself….

[redyn-nerevarine]

Chronicles of an Outlander

Chapter 41: Join Me

Lyrus tries to convince Redyn to join The Sixth House.

“Why are you doing this?” Redyn asked. “I've thought things over. I was quite rude to you earlier—” “Rude?! You kidnapped me! You tried to kill me!” “We tried to kill you in self defense. May I remind you that you went first into Ilunibi and slayed Dagoth Gares after he extended his hand in welcome? Then you came here, and again Uthol offered you friendship, but you attacked.” “You were with me! You attacked, too!” “Yes. I was once a blind as you are now. That is my shame.” “Again I ask: why are you doing this?” “Because before one receives our Lord's gifts,  first one must be... receptive. They must allow him in, as those he speaks to in dreams do. They hear his sweet voice and follow, an easy persuasion for many, like the Sleepers you see spreading his word. Lord Dagoth is like a parent that guides their child, gently at first, and if they misbehave, they are punished harshly. But you have shown remarkable obstinance and will require more...” he drew closer, a glint flashing in his eyes like the light on a blade, “persuasion.” Redyn searched his half-lidded eyes for any trace of his old self, but did not see any. “So, did he torture you, too? You had a moment of weakness, and gave in? I refuse to believe you are evil inside, Lyrus.” Lyrus steepled his fingers together and nodded. “You are correct. I am not evil. I have just seen the truth. Like the others, you fear what you do not understand. I am trying to help you see the bigger picture. You are meant to be by Dagoth Ur's side. Together, we will drive the Empire out of Resdayn, and eliminate the Tribunal who have poisoned this once great land. Look to your dreams and listen to his voice. I promise, you will see, and you will thank me for it. Remember the glory days of Resdayn. That is how it will be once more!”

Read the full chapter on AO3->

[dxwnfxll]

Yeah! I have a couple!!

Apologies in advance, i'm in the process of rewriting lore so they're all gonna be a bit short

So idk if she would count but Nepelles body is mainly 'robotic' (like those dwarven creations), she also deals with depressive episodes. Her whole thing is that she agreed to shed her 'mortal' body to become a creation of Sotha sils (mainly him not wanting to be alone, and being a lil selfish) after his death she eventually moves on from being a part of clockwork city and makes a new life for herself

(Only recent pic i have of her)

Then i have Lute (who's actually Nepelles descendant :D)

The hero of Kvatch, she has PTSD, bipolar and severe depression (PTSD after Oblivion crisis, depression during)

She's the daughter of the Nerevarine who never learned what happened to her dad, fell in love with the future emperor, suffered a lot due to the crisis (including her baby sister) and then became Sheo. I sadly don't have a new ref of her so here's an old one

Octavia my Dragonborn (and granddaughter of Lute)

She has Albinoism so she's sensitive to light, she's also somewhere on the autism spectrum, and has ADHD. Oh! She also has anxiety moments here and there.

She has no clue about her heritage or much about her parents, she was raised in Windhelm by a nice dunmer couple before she left to study at a college in the imperial city (when the intro to Skyrim took place) now she's dealing with Alduin, the vampire menace, every damn deadra and Miraak

(I never made a ref for her 💀 besides a face)

Sadine! My oc who's supposed to be the last of the Dagoths (and a heavy theater kid)

She has Bipolar and OCD, as stated above she's the last of the Dagoths and proclaimed sister of Octavia. She's spent her whole life trying to collect everything she can about her ancestors (as she embraces them instead of pushing them away) and is even trying to get the house to be accepted again (never going to happen)

Again i don't have a ref for her besides an old doodle😭

And finally last but not least my dwarven oc Tann!

She has selective mutism and is on the autism spectrum, she's one of King Dumacs ambassadors and Uthol Dagoths secret lover. Sadly she vanished with the other Dwarves when they vanished to who knows where

Inspired by the fact I went on an hour tangent refreshing my info about blindness/low vision:

Do you have disabled characters in TES? Do you want to talk about them?

I encourage people to reblog this post and share your characters and their stories. I'd love to read about them!

[dxwnfxll]

I had to draw out Dagoth Uthol in my lil au, ofc he's pretty like his bro

(The whole Dagoth family is pretty can't change my mind)

Info about him: a few inches shorter than Dagoth Ur (9'1, Dagoth ur is 9'5), luls people to sleep with their singing, super flexible, four arms for their new form, him and Endus are probably the most 'conscious' of the family

Poses i used (cause i can't draw poses half the time 😭)

Creator of them is Mellon_soup on Patreon

[rucow]

i should've drawn odros when they first popped in my mind but now ive lost the Vision and idk if i can still portray him right. hm!

[aladaylessecondblog]

I wonder if Dagoth Uthol is frequently out of the loop. I just realized he's outside the Ghostfence...

[sixteenthchapel]

ladies and gentlemer i am once again back on my bullshit. first council shenanigans my beloved. Uthol design is by my @bloodofgrapes who also sent me this meme lol

[trickstarbrave]

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Trying to think of what all the dagoth brothers have as their favorite kinks/scearios in the communal concubine Nerevar au

Gilvoth: he likes the idea of Nerevar intentionally trying to seduce him, stroking his ego, pressing up against him. Gilvoth tells Nerevar ‘you’re my brother’s canvasari’ and Nerevar whispers back ‘Voryn doesn’t have to know’. That or that Nerevar is a concubine he’s buying at an auction, acting defiant before Gilvoth takes him back and fucks him senseless.

Vemyn: he loves groping Nerevar in semi public spaces. The thrill of almost being caught is addictive. He loves taking Nerevar to meetings as his concubine for this reason. Sometimes it’s intentionally showing Nerevar’s body off for others outside of house Dagoth but Voryn almost strangled him for that later

Araynys: despite being known as one of the more gentle brothers he has a hard degradation kink. He loves mocking Nerevar, calling him pathetic, saying he’s nothing more than a hole to fuck, a pathetic little concubine who lives to take cock. Says Nerevar is so weak giving up his freedom just for some dick. “You used to be a strong caravan guard, always going on long marches, traveling around… but now you’re nothing more than a little concubine. It suits a pathetic little omega like you.” He also gets off on the idea of ‘ruining’ Nerevar, acting like he’s going to bite and claim Nerevar so Voryn doesn’t get a chance to. He never actually does, since Voryn mates with Nerevar, but he’s really good at aftercare. Like insanely good.

Endus: ‘experimenting’ on Nerevar. He loves giving Nerevar potions that ramp his sex drive up, increase his sensitivity, and then ‘test’ it out. He’ll also sometimes do some slight modifications per the other brothers’ requests, feeding Nerevar the potions in front of them and then watching them test out to see if it worked.

Uthol: master/slave roleplay. He loves keeping Nerevar in chains, and prefers Nerevar to act like a broken, sobbing mess. The caveat to this I think is that Uthol is also Really into tattoos so when Nerevar wants to seduce him he just has to pull his shirt up to expose a bit of the womb tattoo he inevitably gets and Uthol is dragging him to his room (Nerevar can do the same thing to Gilvoth with his piercings)

Turenal and Odros I haven’t figured out yet tbh.

Voryn: has a lot. Pet play, CNC, bloodplay… you’ve heard me talk about them before. But Voryn likes to get very possessive when he’s fucking Nerevar, demanding Nerevar say he’s the best, that Voryn owns him most of all as his mate.

[yesjejunus]

you know I always feel bad for not posting more tes stuff but it’s either work for the Big Project™, or stuff like this that requires ten miles of discord conversation backstory and inside jokes

that said this one feels pretty self explanatory