#oc; nedelyn herahi

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Vivec: Can you be serious for five minutes? Nedelyn: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

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Aileth: Why are you talking to yourself? Nedelyn: It’s called a soliloquy, bitch.

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Nedelyn: The joy of hanging out with the Hero of Kvatch. You look away for 5 seconds to make sure something is set up correctly, and he bites the tip of a quill off.

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Nedelyn: Yeah, I don’t like people. Ethan: Oh, well now that’s not fair Nerevarine! Have you met all of them? Nedelyn: I’ve met enough of them. People. What a bunch of bastards!

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2 Songs I Associate With My TES OCs (The Ones Most Mentioned)

Aileth: still feel. by half alive, Scars by The Crane Wives

Ethan: Partner In Crime by Madilyn Mei, Nothing's New by Rio Romeo

Nahaluuru: Fake It Til You Make It by DREAMERS, The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

Nedelyn: Hayloft II by Mother Mother, Mama's Boy by Dominic Fike

Knowledge Lyte (And Qyet bc they're a pair): Mommy by R.I.P, I'm Gonna Win by Rob Canter

Jubilee: Curses by The Crane Wives, American Healthcare (Glitzy) by Penelope Scott

Astana: Never Love An Anchor by The Crane Wives, Bang Bang Bang Bang by Sohodolls

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Almalexia: A decision had to be made. Nedelyn: And you fucked it up!

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Sotha Sil, entering the room: *Sees Nedelyn and leaves* Nedelyn, watching Sotha Sil leave: There’s my monthly dose of Seht…

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Nedelyn: My goal is not to be the best, but to inspire someone enough to one day surpass me. Almalexia: YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT EVERY TIME YOU BEAT ME AT CONNECT FOUR!

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Nedelyn: You think you're smarter than everyone else. Almalexia: I don't think I'm smarter than everyone else. I know I am.

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Nedelyn: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”. Nedelyn, who just killed Vivec: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

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Nedelyn: Change is inedible. Vivec: Don’t you mean inevitable? Nedelyn, spitting out a bunch of coins: No, I really didn’t.

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Almalexia: Hopefully Lyn has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings. Nedelyn: Oh, shut up and die Ayem.

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Prophesied (Nerevarine!OC)

wooo I did it!!! AO3 version

Azura smiled as a star was born. The star belonged to her, it was her child. She had full confidence the star would grow and fulfil her prophecy. Azura watched from her realm, the small Dunmer girl cried in her father’s arms. The Daedric Prince of Dusk and Dawn birthed the girl and then — as she was disguised — faked her death. No mortal would know that the child was a demiprince. 

Indoril was watching with her. This girl was to be his reincarnation. They shared his soul. He felt pity for the child, she’d have to carry the burden of prophecy for the rest of her life. 

“You don’t seem content, Nerevar.” Azure spoke.

He sadly smiled, “I just pity your child. But I have full confidence in her,” Indoril replied.

“Nedelyn will face many challenges following the prophecy. I believe she’ll prove more than worthy of being your reincarnation,” Azura assured, “my star will bring down the false gods and restore peace to Morrowind.”

“Of course. You already see the future in store for her?” Nerevar questioned.

Azura nodded, “Yes. She won’t be this child in the coming years. She’ll be just fine,” she said.

“Ah. I see.”

“I want you to help me guide her when the time comes. After all, this star belongs to you as well as me.”

“I’d be honoured to. After all, this child is the future of Morrowind, your child, and my reincarnation.” he replied.

The river of time flowed on. 19 years had passed since the child’s birth. It’s now 3E 427, a Dunmer sat in a cell. Two Imperial guards unlocked the gate and pulled them out. He couldn’t remember how, nor when, he got there. 

The Dunmer was escorted to a carriage. It felt like hours passed as the carriage made its way to a boat. He was taken out of the carriage, and then thrown onto the boat. He settled down and decided to just get some rest, not knowing where or why he was being taken. They fell asleep quickly, not noticing the other prisoner the guards threw in.

As sleep overtook him, he began to dream. It was hard to see anything in the dream. The sky was almost obscured by a red storm of ash. They could hear the wind howling as images of an island flashed through the dream. 

Through the storm, a voice spoke. It belonged to Azura. However, the Dunmer couldn’t connect the voice to anyone. 

“They have taken you from the Imperial City's prison, first by carriage and now by boat, to the east to Morrowind,” Azura said, “fear not, for I am watchful, you have been chosen."

A different, more concerned, voice spoke. It called out to them.

“Wake up, we're here. Why are you shaking? Are you ok? Wake up!” 

He shot awake. They were helped up from the ground.

“Stand up... there you go.” 

They looked up and saw a fellow Dunmer. 

“You were dreaming. What's your name?” he asked.

“Nedelyn Herahi…but I prefer Lyn.” they replied.

“Jiub.”

Lyn tilted his head, “What’s going on? Why’d you wake me up?”

“Well, not even last night's storm could wake you! I heard them say we've reached Morrowind, I'm sure they'll let us go.” 

Nedelyn noticed an Imperial guard walking towards them. Jiub let go of him.

“Quiet, here comes the guard.” Jiub said.

The guard addressed Lyn, “This is where you get off, come with me,” he ordered.

“You better do what they say…” Jiub warned.

He reluctantly followed the guard off of the boat. Another guard escorted him into the office. They approached the man standing by the desk.

“Ah yes, we’ve been expecting you.You’ll have to be recorded before you’re officially released,” he said, “there are a few ways we can do this…and the choice is yours.”

“I’ll fill out the paperwork…” Lyn murmured.

It took him a few minutes, but he finished filling out the necessary paperwork. Lyn was never a fan of filling out paperwork. Having transitioned at sixteen, he did a lot of paperwork to correct information in the Imperial City. 

The man looked over it, “Interesting. Now, before I stamp these papers, make sure this information is correct,” he instructed.

Lyn nodded and the papers were stamped. He took his release papers and walked to the next building. Nedelyn found a ring in a barrel while looking around. He approached the guard he was directed to. After speaking with the guard, he exited the census office.

They ran into a Bosmer. He looked stressed and nervous.

“Are you the one that boat dropped off? Odd to see a boat arrive at that time of the day. Hope the Imperials treated you okay. I swear they took my ring.” he commented.

Lyn tilted their head, “Your ring?” they inquired.

“I swear one of the Guards has it! I had it last week before their weekly "Let's shake down Fargoth" ritual. An engraved healing ring, family heirloom of mine. You haven't seen it have you?”

He held out a ring, “Yes, I found it! Here, take it.”

Fargoth smiled, “You found it! Amazing! Thank you, thank you! You are now my favourite friend. I'll be sure to tell the others, especially my friend, Arrille, who runs the tradehouse here. Go see him, he'll be happy to see you now!

“No problem. Thank you too.” Nedelyn grinned.

As he walked away from Fargoth, he felt a cold chill up his spine. ‘What in Azura’s name was that? It felt like…how people describe ghosts being around feels.’ he thought. Lyn shook the feeling away. They continued to Arrille’s Tradhouse, Lyn wanted to prepare himself for the journey to Balmora — yeah, he’d take a Silt Strider…but they still wanted to be prepared for anything — and he wanted to take every bit of help they could get. 

Little did Nedelyn know, he was but one fragile thread in a giant prophecy — a prophecy that had the fate of Morrowind in its web — and little did they know that help would come in the form of both a Chimer’s spirit and their daedric mother.

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Vivec: You're alive. Nedelyn: There's no need to sound so disappointed.

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Ethan, about Aileth: SHE MADE FUN OF ME FOR GETTING CYRODILIC BRANDYS AND THEN SHE DRANK EIGHT. OF. MY. CYRODILIC BRANDYS!!

Nedelyn: Hero, you're a Daedric Prince and you're arguing over cyrodilic brandy?

Ethan: Nerevarine, either you scold them or I fight them. So there's two options and my fists are already up.

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