Jo'rak Vandeni
Jurrrl o' Sweden
KINGDOMS OF TAMRIELYear 1, 5E. Rise from the ashe.
The hill itself was the spot of legends. From the deceit of Miraak from the Dragon Cult, to the return of the Traitor to Solstheim, his temple had prided the top of the hill, littered with the dead carcasses of a hundred dragons, killed in a forgotten era, remembered only by his lord, the Prince of Knowledge, who now claimed the land for his own.
The new temple, raised on the constructs of old, was a monument to the prosperity of his people, and their zealous devotion to their god. Master Artisans from all of Morrowind had come to have their names remember in history, as the creators of a wonder.
And the palace was slowly rising from the hills, great banners flying, with the emblem of House Hledhlen proudly adorned, pasted the sides of the massive construct. The unaltered and finely preserved statues of Hermaeus Mora, as well as his servants, the Lurkers and Seekers, left deeper inside the old temple, were copied, and now, huge statues of the Daedra adorned the steps up to the temple, as well as within the great halls, as well as the massive libraries within.
Thirlin had demanded the deepest parts of the temple untouched, and sealed off for else.
It was down here, in the depths of the mountain, the book of Apocrypha was stored away, it's very presence emanating pieces of Apocrypha, slithering through the dark, damp room.
Even stoutest of hearts would tremble, as their senses and mind slowly warped to between the two worlds, but Thirlin feared not the Daedra, his lord protected him, and his servants knew to recognise their master's favoured one.
From the book, the great oozing miasma sprung out, filling the room with a million eyes, observing Thirlin hungrily. A thousand tentacles flew onto him, dragging themselves over him, in a caring, tender fashion.
And his master spoke.
"Greetings.... My dear... Thirrrrrlin......... Your devotion to me is.....charming..... I have seen the temple... built in my name.... You have been busy yes...." Thirlin smiled at his, and lowered his body in an elegant bow.
"I only live to serve, Lord Hermaeus." He said, and the Daedric lord's thousand mouths growled in joy at this remark, and the tentacles frantically slivered over him faster for a moment, tenderingly stroking his arms, face and legs.
"Yeeeeesssssss.... My dear Thirlin..... But tell me...... What are you prepared...... to do to save..... this great..... kingdommm... Hmm?" Tentacles whipped the walls and floor at this, and Mora's eyes studied him even closer, watching for all reactions. What was the reason to tell the Lord of Knowledge anything but truth?
"You know the answer to this question, Mora. Why play me with such questions?" Thirlin said, as he rose to watch his master (or part of him at least.) with a broad smirk on his face.
Mora laughed at this, a slow, rolling thunder of a laughter.
"Forgive me....... I simply love.... toying with you mortalssss........" He laughed again, and some of the mouths performed that joyful snarl yet again, and tentacles whipped the walls and collided with each other, making screeching wet noises as the did so.
"The time has come..... for a new..... Empire............ The world you know is WEAK and BRITTLE..... Many still mourn.... and many still hurt..... after your.... Great War...... Aaaaah.... But from ashe, new rulers have risen.... You are not the only.... To raise a people to prosperrrrr.... even IF you had the assistance of...... Mmmeee." Mora giggled in self-joy at the remark."The future.... is nothing but clear... to me.... I see fire... I see death.... I see shadows of great Kings realms....." He sung the last part... if that was what you could call it... Mora simply added a tone as he said the last, but it was no big difference compared to his usual voice. But the words intrigued Thirlin.
"You speak of war." Thirlin said grimly. Mora murmured deeply at this. And then he continued.
"Yes.... War....Is what I speak... Dear Thirlin..."
Thirlin took a step forward, closer to the largest clutch of eyes, whose irises grew smaller as he closed in upon them.
"Solstheim is not ready, Lord. Our armies are lacking, our city is not even done yet." The eyes rolled at this, Mora seemed uninterested, even bored, at this remark.
"Solstheim will prevail... Thirlin..... As long as you serve.... Me....." A tentacle slid over Thirlin's chin at this, gentle as a lover's touch. The touch made him turn slightly, the slime still felt upon his chin.
"Rrrraissse yourrrr monumentsssss.... Build your... city..... But know.... you are not the only.... Ambitious..... in Tamriel.... Not at all..... I see kings and rulers.... all rise higher.... as we sssspeak..." News from other Provinces had been few, Thirlin was not surprised to hear new kingdoms rising from the ashes of the war. Others had taken the same opportunity as him, surely.
"We will deal with these as see fit, my Lord." Thirlin bowed again. But this time, his lord did not giggle.
"We shall see... My.... Champion.... We shall see....." His voice faded, and the eyes shut, as his master ventured back to his own kingdom. And the book shut in front of his eyes. And Thirlin was left alone again, as he begun the long journey to the surface again.
As the Stalhrim clad warriors of his Guard opened the gate, and the great skies of the north struck him with it's mesmerizing cacophony of various lights and colours, he was welcomed by the temple High-priest, a tall, old Dunmer, by the name of Droth, dressed in simple robes, with the mark of Hermaeus Mora clad upon its back and chest.
"What did the Prince of Knowledge speak this time, King Thirlin?" The old man said, his eyes shining with curiosity and expectation, as would be of a devout follower, speaking to the Champion of their God.
Thirlin smiled at this, and stepped onward, to watch the great temple being constructed in front of him, the glow of the nightsky reflecting upon the stones. And now, he realized what his Lord had meant. Mora was always a tricky one, even with his favoured.
"Send ravens to the mainland. I want all of Tamriel to know, and answer." Thirlin ordered the old man, still gazing upon his construction, no, not his, Mora's.
"W-with what message, King Thirlin?" Droth asked surprisedly.
Thirlin simply turned at this, and smiled at his companion.
"My claim to Solstheim." He turned to watch his temple again, as Droth scurried off hastily for his duties.
It was all so obvious now, with all of Tamriel forged anew... What stopped him from claiming his own royalty?
Thirlin laughed, in joy. The future shone brighter than the nightsky of north.
The hill itself was the spot of legends. From the deceit of Miraak from the Dragon Cult, to the return of the Traitor to Solstheim, his temple had prided the top of the hill, littered with the dead carcasses of a hundred dragons, killed in a forgotten era, remembered only by his lord, the Prince of Knowledge, who now claimed the land for his own.
The new temple, raised on the constructs of old, was a monument to the prosperity of his people, and their zealous devotion to their god. Master Artisans from all of Morrowind had come to have their names remember in history, as the creators of a wonder.
And the palace was slowly rising from the hills, great banners flying, with the emblem of House Hledhlen proudly adorned, pasted the sides of the massive construct. The unaltered and finely preserved statues of Hermaeus Mora, as well as his servants, the Lurkers and Seekers, left deeper inside the old temple, were copied, and now, huge statues of the Daedra adorned the steps up to the temple, as well as within the great halls, as well as the massive libraries within.
Thirlin had demanded the deepest parts of the temple untouched, and sealed off for else.
It was down here, in the depths of the mountain, the book of Apocrypha was stored away, it's very presence emanating pieces of Apocrypha, slithering through the dark, damp room.
Even stoutest of hearts would tremble, as their senses and mind slowly warped to between the two worlds, but Thirlin feared not the Daedra, his lord protected him, and his servants knew to recognise their master's favoured one.
From the book, the great oozing miasma sprung out, filling the room with a million eyes, observing Thirlin hungrily. A thousand tentacles flew onto him, dragging themselves over him, in a caring, tender fashion.
And his master spoke.
"Greetings.... My dear... Thirrrrrlin......... Your devotion to me is.....charming..... I have seen the temple... built in my name.... You have been busy yes...." Thirlin smiled at his, and lowered his body in an elegant bow.
"I only live to serve, Lord Hermaeus." He said, and the Daedric lord's thousand mouths growled in joy at this remark, and the tentacles frantically slivered over him faster for a moment, tenderingly stroking his arms, face and legs.
"Yeeeeesssssss.... My dear Thirlin..... But tell me...... What are you prepared...... to do to save..... this great..... kingdommm... Hmm?" Tentacles whipped the walls and floor at this, and Mora's eyes studied him even closer, watching for all reactions. What was the reason to tell the Lord of Knowledge anything but truth?
"You know the answer to this question, Mora. Why play me with such questions?" Thirlin said, as he rose to watch his master (or part of him at least.) with a broad smirk on his face.
Mora laughed at this, a slow, rolling thunder of a laughter.
"Forgive me....... I simply love.... toying with you mortalssss........" He laughed again, and some of the mouths performed that joyful snarl yet again, and tentacles whipped the walls and collided with each other, making screeching wet noises as the did so.
"The time has come..... for a new..... Empire............ The world you know is WEAK and BRITTLE..... Many still mourn.... and many still hurt..... after your.... Great War...... Aaaaah.... But from ashe, new rulers have risen.... You are not the only.... To raise a people to prosperrrrr.... even IF you had the assistance of...... Mmmeee." Mora giggled in self-joy at the remark."The future.... is nothing but clear... to me.... I see fire... I see death.... I see shadows of great Kings realms....." He sung the last part... if that was what you could call it... Mora simply added a tone as he said the last, but it was no big difference compared to his usual voice. But the words intrigued Thirlin.
"You speak of war." Thirlin said grimly. Mora murmured deeply at this. And then he continued.
"Yes.... War....Is what I speak... Dear Thirlin..."
Thirlin took a step forward, closer to the largest clutch of eyes, whose irises grew smaller as he closed in upon them.
"Solstheim is not ready, Lord. Our armies are lacking, our city is not even done yet." The eyes rolled at this, Mora seemed uninterested, even bored, at this remark.
"Solstheim will prevail... Thirlin..... As long as you serve.... Me....." A tentacle slid over Thirlin's chin at this, gentle as a lover's touch. The touch made him turn slightly, the slime still felt upon his chin.
"Rrrraissse yourrrr monumentsssss.... Build your... city..... But know.... you are not the only.... Ambitious..... in Tamriel.... Not at all..... I see kings and rulers.... all rise higher.... as we sssspeak..." News from other Provinces had been few, Thirlin was not surprised to hear new kingdoms rising from the ashes of the war. Others had taken the same opportunity as him, surely.
"We will deal with these as see fit, my Lord." Thirlin bowed again. But this time, his lord did not giggle.
"We shall see... My.... Champion.... We shall see....." His voice faded, and the eyes shut, as his master ventured back to his own kingdom. And the book shut in front of his eyes. And Thirlin was left alone again, as he begun the long journey to the surface again.
As the Stalhrim clad warriors of his Guard opened the gate, and the great skies of the north struck him with it's mesmerizing cacophony of various lights and colours, he was welcomed by the temple High-priest, a tall, old Dunmer, by the name of Droth, dressed in simple robes, with the mark of Hermaeus Mora clad upon its back and chest.
"What did the Prince of Knowledge speak this time, King Thirlin?" The old man said, his eyes shining with curiosity and expectation, as would be of a devout follower, speaking to the Champion of their God.
Thirlin smiled at this, and stepped onward, to watch the great temple being constructed in front of him, the glow of the nightsky reflecting upon the stones. And now, he realized what his Lord had meant. Mora was always a tricky one, even with his favoured.
"Send ravens to the mainland. I want all of Tamriel to know, and answer." Thirlin ordered the old man, still gazing upon his construction, no, not his, Mora's.
"W-with what message, King Thirlin?" Droth asked surprisedly.
Thirlin simply turned at this, and smiled at his companion.
"My claim to Solstheim." He turned to watch his temple again, as Droth scurried off hastily for his duties.
It was all so obvious now, with all of Tamriel forged anew... What stopped him from claiming his own royalty?
Thirlin laughed, in joy. The future shone brighter than the nightsky of north.