#ezimar (oc)

[mothermara]

YOUR SWEETEST BABY.

[mothermara]

MY VISAGE, RENDERED SKILLFULLY AND WITH A TASTEFULLY MELANCHOLIC ATMOSPHERE. HURRAH!

attack on @mothermara of Ezimar!! whuh-oh lads -

[sigil-stone]

an invitation

this letter was written on thick papyrus and found laying on a stone table in a daedric ruin in the province of vvardenfell in 4e 198 during a redoran expedition into the ash wastes. after analysis, the letter was believed to be drafted in the late merethic or very early first era. ezimar belongs to @mothermara !

Beloved Ezimar, Second Prince of Corruption,

Why fret, old friend? What is the past but a reflection of the eternal now, strange and shifting in its forms? Little Tels will miss you, most assuredly, but I will be quite glad to have you back. I will be quite glad to be back, in the ways that I can be; you know how things get. The chronographers are none too pleased with me, and neither are the Jills, or the Psijics, or Sil himself, for that matter… I need not waste ink on it.

How have you been? What misadventures have you gotten up to? I stopped by the planemeld in hopes of catching sight of you, but I was instead greeted by the putrid form of your predecessor. The First Prince's foul voice still echoes through the halls of Time, though I am happy to see its influence diminish. I try not to pass judgment on Daedra – it is a fruitless endeavor, as you no doubt know – but I won’t hide my joy in seeing you rise to take its place among the ranks of the Princes.

I have been well, slipping in and out of the Aether as it suits me. I stopped by White-Gold a few days ago to watch the young Emperor Belharza’s coronation, which was as Sanguatic as you may imagine. As it happens, Belharza is quite popular with the fair men and women of Cyrodiil.

Oh! That reminds me - just yesterday I took a stroll amidst the streets of the Mourning Hold, when I found my thoughts drifting to the city of Seht. I’ve been on the outskirts before - that’s where I met Llavados, remember? Have I told you about Llavados yet? It was not long before my grand escape from Akatosh’s chains, and it was Llavados and his foster-child who cemented my dedication to my craft - but I’ve yet to visit the city proper. As I was walking, the thought crossed my mind that the great city of clockwork is a marvel worthy of a god, and as such, I would like to know if you would visit it with me.

Only in the first few centuries after its construction, of course, when Sil roams the streets freely and has not yet resigned himself to his sorrow. He really let that place go, you know; it's a true shame that such beauty and genius was wasted because of one man’s grief. Sometimes I wonder if ALMSIVI’s apotheosis is what cemented the decline of the Resdayn of old. Perhaps I should visit the Red Tower, find a nice place to sit behind a rock or something, and watch the ascension for myself. Ah, but I don’t know, I’ve heard some versions of the tale that were quite bloody, and you know how squeamish I can be - and in addition, if the whispers of a Dragon Break around that time and area are true, I would likely just come out more resentful of Akatosh and more confused about ALMSIVI.

Regardless, the invitation stands. If you wish to wander the brass halls (and maybe take a peak at the Second Heart? I promise I won’t try to take a piece from it this time, and after all, how was I to know Dumalacath was standing behind me?) then meet me by the waterfall just outside of Mournhold, outside of the walls by the Temple of Almalexia. If a few artifacts happen to disappear from the city, or some notes, or some very pretty and complex machinations happen to find their way into our pockets - well, who’s to say? Apostles get bored, I’m sure, and it’s not unheard of for even the most faithful of Seht’s posse to become tempted by such powerful creations. It happens.

Change is a tricky thing, you know; at once exhilarating and terrifying, freeing and imprisoning. I am fascinated to see how you grow next, for every step you take is a testimony to your strength. It was not I who changed you, Ezimar; you opened your arms to me and extended your friendship, guiding me through the blind darkness of doubt when we first met. I may have been a singular catalyst, but you are made of potentiality, shrouded in starlight - a child of the Aedra, Daedra, and those of us who fall in between. You, beloved Ezimar, are the very concept of change, given shape, form, and thought. You are unique among Princes in that regard. Other princes - Sheogorath, for example, after the final Greymarch - may bear the markings of some degree of mortal influence, but even then, they either choose to forget mortality, or they never truly knew in the first place. You are above that.

What I’m trying to say is that I miss you deeply. Come to the Clockwork City with me, and let’s raise the hells together, shall we?

I hope to see you there, my Prince and my friend.

Yours in Time and Trust, Indoril Telsanvish

[mothermara]

LETS DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN !!!!!

[mothermara]

"it's whatever, I mean I saw it coming. anyway you can leave your torture chamber when this block of ice has melted" I say to my most terribly treacherous Worm King placing a block of ice (30cm x 10cm x 15 cm solid ice) on a pedestal outside his cell.

He smirks deviously when he thinks I can't see him. That's pretty easy he thinks, a block of ice hardly lasts very long at all. And if he were to cast fireball at it enough—

Ohohoh you THOUGHT, BITCH! Alas, we are in Coldharbour and the block of ice has now, in the time you've taken to have your scheming aside, grown to the dimensions 30.2cm x 10.1cm x 16.5cm by wicking up water particles from the humid air.

[mothermara]

wtf helding him

held is called that because im holding him /j

He is waiting for your sweet embrace!

[mothermara]

First of Hearthfire, 3E 433— Middling merchant vessel moored in Anvil Harbour, identified as The Mariana-Elaine by its captain. The crew and captain seemed to have a grim look, pale and shivering. Two nobles came ashore. Ser Esme of Port Dufroid and their handmaiden, Vadine Ragothyn. The two seemed in good spirits, though verily soaked in the frigid downpour. They explained they had been rescued by the crew of The Mariana-Elaine after their own vessel had capsized, and had been visiting from a holding in coastal Wrothgar. Ser Esme gave their sympathies to the harbormaster upon being informed of the recent assassination of Emperor Uriel Septim VII just 5 days prior. These dark times may grow darker, still, they remarked.

[mothermara]

ezimar...... (bag from here)

[mothermara]

dark anchor halo imagery. please applaud

[mothermara]

we’re at the 7/11 in coldharbour trying to choose a flavor of carbonated mystery liquid

you can't just mention ur daedrasona and not tell us about them omg /lh

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roxmeos my friend roxmeos... here's a better writeup about him :]

[mothermara]

IVORY TOWERS SHATTER WHEN YOU SHOW THEM AS THEY ARE !!

[mothermara]

ispy spooky mansion coldharbour dlc

[mothermara]

worst divine crusader ever !!!!! clap and FUCKING cheer

[mothermara]

hello martin. in your inventory is two scrolls,

[mothermara]

ezimar tells people that they act and behave entirely differently because their true state of self is incomprehensible to mortals but the truth is theyre just sorta plural

[mothermara]

Ezimars departments of coldharbour include

- EVIL magic

- tourist DEATHtraps and recreation management

- human resources office

- PROFANE archives and libraries

- forge OF SCHEMES