A story once circulated amongst the Aylieds about an epic struggle. Vaermina and Boethiah, ever locked in an endless struggle, were involving their mortal worshippers in their eternal conflict. Priests would lead their followers on many raids and would openly engage the opposing God's people in combat. None of the Wild Elves knew what the constant corral was about, but they did as they were told, as good servants would.
Unbeknownst to the clueless mortals, Vaermina did not mean to just cripple Boethia's reputation and power. She wanted to kill him. If not kill him, at least put him in a state of permanent disability. She would put him into a deep, endless sleep, filled with nightmares, as was her custom. She would pit him with the creature she called "Plagam". The beast had no physical shape, as it consisted of a living, black, almost liquid substance. In nightmares that Vaermina saw fit to send the Plagam, the beast would attach to the victim and drive him insane, as an unsatisfied hunger forced him to feed off of other mortals. The victim would continue the vampiric existence until Vaermina saw fit.
The Deadric Prince of Nightmares used all the forces and powers she could muster to put Boethiah into a slumber that would last an eternity. She stole his limp body, which now held all of the energy of his spirit, and hid him in one of the deepest holes she could summon in her realm, Quagmire.
But the Deadric Prince of Deceit's spirit was too strong. Years later, he awoke, and vowed vengeance on Vaermina. He returned to his realm, Attribution's Share. He called upon the Deadric Prince of Destruction, Mehrunes Dagon, to help him summon the beast that had haunted his dreams for years.
Boethiah made a lifeless husk, while Mehrunes Dagon breathed malice, hatred, energy, the need for destruction, and hunger into its black heart. Boethiah bestowed the monster with the hunger that had so viciously tortured him for those long years, and gave it the pure insanity he had endured for so long.
Boethiah then bore the creature to Quagmire. The rumors were true, the Deadric Prince verified. Every few seconds, a large flash of light came from a tall, black keep off in the distance. Then, unspeakable horrors would change the scenery, but the lay of the land and the gold path to the huge, black, keep in the distance stayed the same. Some terrible Deadra that he had never seen in his long, eternal life, appeared on his perilous path, but they would do no harm to him, as he was a Deadra Lord.
Boethiah entered the ebon steeled castle, and made his way to the main hall, unhindered by the Deadric Guards. Upon seeing Vaermina sitting on her throne, he heaved Plagam at her. Shocked at its actual existence, it immediately took the upper hand. But Plagam knew its creator, and wouldn't use the Deadric Prince of Nightmares as its host. Completely outraged and upset with Plagam, Boethiah damned it to life on Nirn, where it would strive to feed an unending hunger and eternal suffering that would include any of its hosts.
The black, parasitic creature was removed from the Deadric Princes' realms, and appeared in the swampy lowlands and forests of Black Marsh. It wandered the wetlands for years, feeding off of everything from birds to alligators. But the parasite found no suitable host.
In the year 243, 1st Era, an Aylied fleeing Alessia's rule, while Pelinal hunted down the Wild Elves, happened upon Plagam. The Deadric creature saw this as a suitable host, and attached. The small parasitic monster formed a coating of black liquid around the Elf, which enhanced his strength and agility. He was above being impervious to weapons; they had no effect at all. The teeth were formed into fangs. The body consisted of black, morphing tentacles. Tentacles with fangs emerged at any time it willed, and most of the time they emerged subconsciously.
Happy with what its host, it became dormant, sleeping in a deep cave. It would only come out on the tenth of Sun's Height, feeding off of the wildlife of Black Marsh. It was satisfied with this cycle for thousands of years.
2E 309, a group of young Altmer on Summerset Isle made their way to a supposedly haunted meadow in hopes of seeing something worth seeing. The group spent the entire day in the meadow, without so much as seeing a deer. After sunset, the Elves ate their meals, conversed, and went to bed.
Some time after midnight, a group of vampires that had laid claim to the area moved in on the group of Altmer. They killed, maimed, murdered, and mutilated the young teens. They drank everyone dry of their blood. They found one Elf, a young, shapely, and beautiful blonde named Meilmia, hiding, and the severely wounded her, then left her for dead.
Moments after the hunters left, a lone ranger sprinted to the Altmer, and carried her unconscious body back to his cabin. He had been tracking down the large group of vampires for some time, and this was the first time he had caught up with them. The hunting would have to wait, though.
He carried Meilmia back to his log cabin, tending her wounds, giving her special herbs that prevented some diseases, and gave her his own custom potions he had quickly put together. Though, no matter what he did, her wounds were too grievous.
On the fourth day, he prepared for the trip into town, where he would take her to a healer. After he gathered his gold and some supplies, he went over to her bed to wake her up.
When he did, however, he did not like what he saw; red eyes and small fangs. She killed him, hid his body, and went back to sleep. She would feed well later on, she decided.
The Story Of Oblivion
