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Chapter III. Time Never Stops.
Telvanni Isles. Year 457 First Era.
Grand Magister Sarin Telvanni breathed out a long sigh of relief. He had been occupied for most of the day with various issues and even his… lady friends could not keep his spirits up, perhaps he could abduct one of the snotty Atlmer to play with for a while, 'yes that would do quite nicely' he thought as he grabbed a bottle of wine from his desk.
He did not realize that anything was wrong before he realized that he could not move… at all, his entire body seemed frozen, and then the room went pitch black. If he could have screamed he would have done so when he felt the magic restraining collar snap around his neck.
"Sarin, Sarin Sarin… didn't I tell you not to meddle in my affairs", a voice whispered sadly in his ear.
Sarin started to sweat profusely he knew that voice and there could only by one reason as to why the owner of that voice was here. Suddenly the lights reappeared and Sarin could see the heavily armoured body of Divayth Fyr stand before him.
"Don't even think about that dagger you have in your sleeve I have already removed it", Divayth's voice whispered inside his head and true enough he realized with panic, the dagger he always had in his sleeve was indeed twirling in Divayth's left hand.
"If…if you kill me you will be hunted down like an animal".
"Highly unlikely Grand Magister", Divayth said with a sad shake of his head. "You see if I die from natural causes then there wouldn't be cause for suspicion would it? Oh I'm sure that your death along with that of your two advisors will be highly suspicious, but like I said nothing too unusual.
Divayth bent down towards the whimpering supreme leader of all Telvanni, and felt nothing but hatred for forcing him to do this. As soon as Divayth's hand rested of Sarins chest he built up his magic and released it as a powerful wave that coursed through Sarins body.
Sarin screamed as the foreign magic coursed through him and he noted with panic that his body seemed to shut down as his senses disappeared one after the other and finally he toppled out of his chair and onto the floor, looking for all purposes as the victim of a heart attack.
As soon as Divayth was sure that Sarin was dead he teleported back to the city of Tel Arhun on Vvardenfell. He was met with a robed person standing alone at the docks.
"Is it done"?
"Indeed it is, Zafirbel and her retinue were sadly consumed by a deadly storm out on the sea. Telvanni himself appears to have suffered a heart attack and Uvirith was unfortunately in the basement of his tower when it collapsed…unfortunate accidents of course" Divayth said.
"Why it is indeed, unfortunate that our three glorious leaders would perish in the same day".
"Most unfortunate indeed, but remember Gothryn, you and your master have promised that I will be left alone once you become Arch Magister and he becomes Grand Magister, the consequences of breaking that promise could become…severe".
Gothryn flinched slightly. "Of course Lord Fyr, we shall push forward a vote in the council that you shall be removed from the traditional Telvanni system and be granted protection from all members, after all your various research is important".
"You are too kind Gothryn, I shall submit my own vote for your promotion and that of your master". And then they parted, Divayth because he did not trust Gothren the least bit and Gothren because he feared the consequences of crossing Divayth.
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Resdayn Year 457 First Era.
Divayth gazed up at the towering Red Mountain with a tired gaze. The peace between the Chimer and Dwemer had been broken when Nerevar learnt that the Dwemer planed to construct a God to take control of all of Tamriel. The fact that the Dwemer planned on crossing him was bad enough but their wish to create a God was seen as a personal insult towards Nerevar who was deeply religious and his opinion was shared with most of the people.
King Dumac of the Dwemer had denied the rumours but Nerevar had been told by Azura herself that Kagrenac the High Priest of the Dwemer was actually close to completing it and so war erupted once more.
"This is it, the last advance move out", Nerevar yelled from the front. Every where in the Chimer line the order was given and as one the army started the hard climb up the big volcano.
A few hundred yards up a part of the army led by Lord Vivec broke off to the left to march on Kagrenac's library in the city of Endusal, while another part led by Lord Sotha Sil went east to the city of Odrosal, while the rest of the army continued the march north directly to the Dwemer Capitol city named Dumasal.
All of a sudden a series of battlecries erupted from the left of the army and was quickly followed by the sound of thousands of armoured boots running as fast as possible towards the Chimer army.
Like a spear the Dwemer penetrated deep into the Chimer army, and panic ensued as the surprised Chimer were slain by the dozens, until Nerevar arrived that is. Like a lion he threw himself at the Dwemer and nobody could stand before him in his rage. One Dwemer after another was slain by his skill and mighty blade.
Divayth was on his way towards Nerevar when he got a terrible feeling. The Dwemer who had just attacked them were too few in numbers to do much after the surprise had ended and that could only mean one thing, they were stalling the Chimer for something.
As he looked around he could see a small group of white robed Dwemer priests move towards the Daedric shrine of Sorordrin, a shrine that had been built to honour Azura and the alliance between the Dwemer and Chimer. With a last look towards Nerevar he apparated straight to the entrance and entered.
Inside the ruin was completely empty and he spent his time carefully examining each room until he stood at a crossroad. The left led into the labyrinth that would eventually take him up again to one of the otherwise inaccessible areas while the one to the right would take him down to the inaccessible areas there. After a quick decision he chose the road to the right and after traversing the empty labyrinth he went down the stairs and entered a room with a statue of Azura. The strange thing though was the two items floating in the air.
One was a dagger of some bluish crystal while the other was a left hand gauntlet of Dwemeric design only far more advanced and after careful examining he slit his left wrist before donning the gauntlet. He gasped as the enchantments washed over him. He could feel his connection and resistance to magic increase dramatically and his resistance to poison and diseases also increased. Now that he had the gauntlet he grabbed the dagger that would otherwise have killed him outright.
As he was about to leave he spotted a small book that he picked up. It was written in Dwemeric writing and language and he was one of the few non Dwemer who understood both of those. The book described the construction of the Dwemer God Akhulakan and how to activate it. The power of the god was derived from the Heart Of Lorkan the Aedra who had sacrificed his life so that the planet could be constructed, and to use it one would have to possess the tools of Kagrenac the High Priest of the Dwemer.
The tools composited of the pair of gauntlets called Wraithguard, a hammer called Sunder, a blade called Keening and a blade called Aurora. To activate the God one would have to have both gauntlets and strike the Heart of Lorkan one with Sunder to create a clean tune, then one would have to strike it one with Keening to shatter the tune and twice with aurora to re-gather and strengthen the tune and lastly once with Sunder to awaken it.
However one could do other things, if a person possessed only one of the gauntlets he could strike it one with Sunder and twice with Keening before striking it once with Sunder again, and this would apparently infuse to person with so much power that he or she would become a living God.
Or one could strike it once with Sunder and once with Keening and then strike it repeatedly with Aurora, this would remove the power of the Heart from everyone who had used it before and infuse it into the person turning him or her into a living God.
And lastly if a person struck it once with Sunder and repeatedly with Keening the Heart would be destroyed and collapse the Akhulakan.
From what he had read he now possessed one part of Wraithguard and the blade Aurora, he just needed to find the other Wraithguard and Sunder and Keening and he could destroy the heart.
However before he could leave Kagrenac and his priests entered the room, and Kagrenac already had the other tools. "Fyr, so you suspected"?
"Give it up Kagrenac there is now way you can defeat me and I already possess the other tools, you have lost".
"I have not lost Fyr, and you shall not live to see my victory either KILL HIM", he yelled to his priests.
The priests drew their weapons and advanced on Divayth but he merely smiled. "If you want the tools you have to catch me first", and then he simply apparated out of the shrine.
Outside the battle had turned in the Chimer's favour and even tough fresh reinforcements arrived to the Dwemer Nerevar and his army had dug in too well. Divayth quickly joined the lines and fought the Dwemer and slowly but surely they were pushed back and after Nerevar killed King Dumac they fled.
Not long after the army reached Dumasal and Nerevar, his wife Almalexia, Sotha Sil, Vivec, Voreyn Dagoth and Divayth entered it. As in Sorordrin the city was empty, only the cranking of Dwemer machinery made noises and the six elves made their way through the city until the reached an underground chamber filled with Kagrenac's bodyguards. "Nerevar you must get into the room behind this chamber, we will deal with this scum", Divayth told him.
Nerevar nodded and held back slightly while his friends and advisors crossed blades with the enemy. The five mer's were outnumbered but all of them were skilled mages and knew how to integrate magic with close combat and once he had a clear path Nerevar ran across the room and entered into the chamber beside it.
Once Nerevar entered the massive heart chamber he was met with the awesome sight of the Akhulakan. It stood on a small pillar surrounded by a pool of molten stone and it stretched all the way to the roof hundreds of feet up. After he broke out of his reverie he spotted Kagrenac who was striking a massive heart with a hammer and a dagger with different combinations until a brief flash of light went through the room and after he had regained his sight he saw that Kagrenac had disappeared leaving behind a hammer a dagger and a gauntlet, curiously he made his way down to the hanging bridge that led to the Heart and crossed it.
Once he reached the three items he shivered, this close to the heart their powers were magnified and they simply begged him to take them. He steeled himself and wrapped them in a cloak and went back up to the surface where he put them down close to the door that would lead out from the heart chamber.
After Divayth and his compatriots had defeated the Dwemer he had told them what the Heart could do, mostly to explain how dangerous it was. So enthralled were they of his tale that they all jumped when they heard Nerevar speak.
"Voreyn, Divayth could you please come with me"?
Both Divayth and Voreyn looked at each other with a shrug before following Nerevar into the Heart chamber. "These are Kagrenac's tools, I want you to guard them while I counsel with my wife and Vivec and Sotha Sil".
Both Divayth and Voreyn nodded and Nerevar left. None of them spoke as they inspected the massive chamber and both could feel the alluring presence of the three tools that were lying in a carefully wrapped bundle of cloth. Divayth was fortunate enough that he had already equipped the Wraithguard that he had found as it nullified the effects the other tools would have on ones psyche.
His musings were disrupted by a stinging pain in his lower back and as the blade was drawn out from his back he turned to look into the crazed face of Voreyn Dagoth. His eyes had a strange gleam on it and excitement burned in his face, and Divayth realized too late that Voreyn had gone mad due to the presence of the tools and the Heart.
He tried to jump to the side, but Voreyn's sword punched through his Daedric armour and punctured his right lung. Already feeling weak he fell backwards and tumbled over the edge of the lava pit. With a last ditch effort he drove Aurora as hard as he could into the wall of the pit and his fall towards death was stopped about twenty feet up from the lava. With painstaking efforts he managed to gulp down a restorative potion and started to levitate up to a ledge where he could ponder his next move.
Before he could formulate a plan Nerevar returned, and from what he could see Nerevar and Voreyn argued, before Voreyn suddenly attacked his long time friend and liege. Back and forth they fought though it was clear that Voreyn was superior. While Nerevar had been with his other advisors Voreyn Dagoth had already used the Heart to make himself a God, and no matter how many wounds Nerevar caused they healed after a few moments.
Finally Nerevar was cast down to the ground and his mighty sword Trueflame shattered underneath him. Voreyn raised his blade to deliver the finishing strike when Nerevar threw the killing curse at his former friend.
Voreyn was slammed to the ground and writhed in terrible pain as his new powers battled against the supposedly unstoppable power of the killing curse. His struggles ended as Nerevar picked up Dagoth's sword and decapitated him.
Voreyn Dagoth's body dissolved into smoke mere instants after his head was removed and Nerevar fell back to the ground and tried to nurse his wounds, before Divayth could help him however Vivec, Almalexia and Sotha Sil entered and to his great shock all of them drew their blades and plunged them into Nerevar's body. The look of shock, betrayal and lastly heartbreak that washed over Nerevar's face would forever haunt Divayth, and he watched with disgust as Nerevar's own wife Almalexia withdrew her blade and beheaded her own husband without remorse.
Quickly the three traitors gathered Sunder, Keening and Wraithguard and used them in turns to make themselves into living Gods. Before they could notice anything Divayth apparated outside where most of Nerevar's army waited. Soon after a brief flash washed over the gathered Chimer and one after the other they changed. Their skin turned to the colour of blue/grey ash and their eyes became fiery red, Azura had now cursed the Chimer race for the treachery performed by Nerevar's closest friends and advisors, the Chimer were now Dunmer or Dark Elves, forever changed by the lust for power by four individuals.
Divayth did not stick around and so he never listened as Vivec, Almalexia and Sotha Sil lied to the gathered soldiers. They wove a moving tale of how Nerevar had sacrificed his life to stop Voreyn Dagoth and how they afterwards had been turned into living Gods by Azura herself. Their new appearance was a blessing given by Azura and they called themselves the Holy Tribunal, the spiritual leaders of the Dunmer and decided that from that day on that they would rule Resdayn which was renamed Morrowind.
In the aftermath of the battle of Red Mountain the Tribunal did much good in the eyes of the people, The House of Dagoth or so called Sixth House was disbanded and many of the leaders executed for treason and their lands were claimed by the Tribunal who would turn them into places controlled by their new formed Temple.
They travelled the land curing diseases and helping the people with whatever they could and their popularity grew. The new formed Temple grew rapidly as more and more people joined it, and slowly but surely the Daedra worship was replaced with worship of the Tribunal. Almalexia settled down and created a grand Temple in the capitol city of Mournhold while Sotha Sil created his so called 'Clockwork City' in the north of the mainland, and Vivec created a huge city in the south of Vvardenfell named after himself.
Decades and centuries flew by and the Tribunal and Vivec in particular showed great skill in everything, as several invasions from the west were repelled but while they spent their time helping the nation and fostering their fame Voreyn Dagoth who was now called Dagoth Ur returned. Due to the powers of the Heart he could not be killed and slowly but surely his strength returned until he managed to retake physical form and in secret he started to build an army below the desolate slopes of Red Mountain.
His closes servants in life who had evaded the Tribunal were turned into powerful beings called Ash Vampires and he used them to kidnap unsuspecting mer's whom he cursed with a disease he had created himself. The disease named corprus tainted the body and mind. Those infected lost any grip they had on sanity while their bodies turned into immensely strong forms of corrupted bulbous flesh, and once he was sure his army was strong enough he marched out from Red Mountain.
Like a storm his army burned and killed anything in their path and the only advantage the Dunmer had was the fact that Dogoth Ur's army was slow and cumbersome and could not move quickly, giving them all some time to gather an army to oppose Dagoth Ur.
Morrowind Year 689. First Era.
Divayth was sitting at his desk reading one of his many books when Vivec appeared. "Ahh…so you come at last, here to finish what you and or two fellows started at Red Mountain are you"?
Vivec flinched slightly, his 'Divine Presence' not impressing Divayth the least bit. "I'm unaware of what you are speaking of, my old friend".
Divayth snorted. "You threw our friendship out the door when you Almalexia and Sotha Sil murdered Nerevar, and do not try to deny it I saw what happened with my own eyes". Divayth lazily turned a page in the book as he summoned his magic close to the surface ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice.
"So I ask you again, are you here to finish the betrayal that the three of you started"?
Vivec sighed as he sat down in a chair and immediately grimaced as the enchantments of the chair activated. "Really Divayth a chair that unleashes a shock spell"?
Divayth smiled ruefully. "Be glad that you did not come here to kill me, then we would have found out if your 'Most Holy' arse could withstand a spell that would reduce a normal mer into ashes in less than a second".
Vivec grimaced again. Indeed while he felt confidant about his Godhood he had no real desire to test his immortality just yet, and he was still not sure if he could actually defeat Divayth in a fair fight, after all Divayth knew more about magic than the Tribunal and the rest of House Telvanni put together.
"I have come because I want your help, we need everybody we can get to defeat Dagoth Ur. Our army is small and we need to lead it personally if casualties are to be kept to a minimum, but we need someone to…ah occupy him while we destroy his army".
"Let me guess, you want me to engage Dagoth Ur personally and stay alive and keep him focused on me until you can drive back his army"? Vivec nodded and Divayth swore heartily.
"If I do this I need a couple of favours afterwards. Fist off you and your two 'Godly' friends are to swear on your very souls never to meddle in my affairs again, secondly you are never to ask me for help again, and lastly you will hunt down a few items of…ah…'interest' for me".
Vivec nodded thoughtfully after all the terms sounded agreeable enough, that was of course until he saw the list of 'items of interest'. "Have you gone completely around the bend? Do you even realize how difficult it will be to acquire even one of these let alone all? We do not even know if they are in the country or not".
"Then it is fortunate that I have given you a millennia to track them down, but finding a few meaningless trinkets should be easy for you 'Living Gods'" Divayth remarked sarcastically.
"The contract I gave you needs to be signed with blood and trust me I will know whether or not it is real, though I should tell you that if you haven't located and brought me all the items within a millennia the contract will register as broken and deliver punishment".
Vivec nodded and then left. He stopped a few feet before the hole that led down to the ground floor and looked back at Divayth. "If it means anything not a day goes by that I don't regret what we did".
"Oh I know Vivec, but it is too late for you to regret, your comeuppance will catch up with one day…you just pray that you do enough good deeds to redeem your soul in Azura's eyes".
Vivec nodded sadly again and left Divayth to his thoughts.
Ald Ruhn. Year 689 First Era.
Divayth watched with keen eyes as Dagoth Ur's shambling horde of monsters approached the walls of Ald Ruhn and the small army of Redoran House Guards and Temple Ordinators, led by the Tribunal and the Redoran Archmaster of Vvardenfell. So far the small force was holding the vast army off by skilful use of archery and devastating magic unleashed by the Living Gods of the Dunmer, he just needed to wait for Dagoth Ur to reveal himself.
A huge fireball launched by Sotha Sil suddenly impacted on a shield that had been raised in all haste and Divayth knew he had found his target.
With a gesture the skies darkened and lightning smashed into the ground, blasts of fire followed and a huge ring of fire was closed around Dagoth Ur, except a small passage that led straight up towards Divayth's position. It did not take long for Dagoth Ur to realise who the lone figure on the hill was and he raced up towards Divayth and stopped as soon as they were within vocal range of each other.
"So we meet again old friend, why have you come here"? He asked Divayth.
Divayth looked with disgust at the figure before him. Voreyn Dagoth's body had grown much taller and had the colour of dark rotted flesh and his previously handsome face was hidden behind a massive golden mask.
"If you do not remember you stabbed me at Red Mountain…I though that I'd return the favour", he replied as a dozen swords suddenly floated up and surrounded Dagoth.
"You must realize that you have no chance against me Divayth, I am a God how can you kill a God"?
"You are merely a Demigod, your body can be destroyed and you can be made mortal again…a true God is indestructible. And God or no your skill with magic is nothing compared to my own so trust me you will not take me easily", Divayth answered as he snapped out a fireball.
Dagoth cursed as the hasty shield he erected broke when the fireball impacted. With an unearthly scream he ran towards Divayth with his blade held ready to deliver a deadly stab. His efforts were unrewarded tough as a powerful wave of earth blasted him to the ground and agonizing pain coursed through his body as a powerful bolt of lightning struck him.
Divayth cursed as his former friend rose up after the lightning bolt had struck him. Any normal person would be a charred corpse by now, but Dagoth Ur's unholy body healed such injuries before they could fully develop, fortunately or unfortunately Divayth had much more in store.
The blades that floated in the air were suddenly launched towards Dagoth with incredible speed, and his enhanced speed was the only thing that saved him from evisceration. Dagoth Ur snarled at Divayths attempts to bring him down, and prepared a powerful spell. The downsides of powerful spells was that they took time to cast, and while unformed the magical energies were highly unstable, and he barely had time to widen his eyes before a fireball slammed into his hands that were surrounded by ethereal energies.
Divayth grunted with effort as he pushed his magic to keep his shield active. Torrents of raw destructive magic and broken stones and sand battered his shield like a hailstorm after the explosion, and when the dust cleared he could see Dagoth on the ground some seventy feet away and screaming in pain as bones and flesh slowly healed.
Divayth raised both hands to the sky and concentrated. Soon enough lightning flashed over the sky and started to arc down towards Dagoth's prone shape. His attack was thwarted as one of Dagoth Ur's faithful Ash Vampires grabbed his master and threw him away from the deadly attacks and was rewarded by death as the lightning bolts slammed into himself instead, reducing him to ashes in less than a second.
With a growl Divayth looked around to locate his foe and cursed as a ball of bright purple energy coursed towards him. Instinctually he pushed his magic to the front to form a shield. The shield held for a second before the remains of the spell broke through and blasted him backwards and onto his back. With a wince Divayth realized one of his ribs had cracked, 'though it could've been much worse', he noted as the tips on his armour glowed red from heat.
'Ok the kids gloves are off', he thought angrily as he downed a restorative potion. He now only had one small problem. A large number of Dagoth's forces had surrounded him. While he could escape he refused to do so, this was a matter of honour and maybe his own ego, he WOULD prove that superior skill and training could beat superior power, after all Voldemort had the advantage of power over Dumbledore yet Dumbledore had never lost a fight against Voldemort.
As soon as his ribs had healed and his magic been refilled Divayth pushed Dagoth's followers away with a strong blast of wind and then he held his hands downwards and started concentrating. The sound of rocks cracking was heard and the ground shook as Divayth pulled all he could. Slowly but surely the ground cracked as the piece of ground that Divayth stood on rose up from the earth. When he was standing on a levitating piece of stone fifty feet above the ground he grinned, 'stop this you bastards'.
Dagoth Ur cursed for what had to be the umpteenth time as he narrowly avoided another bolt of energy that shredded several of his minions. He knew that Divayth was a good wizard, but he had no idea that Divayth could throw spells that could explode with such force that it would tear apart the hardened bodies of his slaves and leave smoking charred craters in the ground.
Before Divayth could launch anymore spells towards him he snapped of a strong fireball only to curse as Divayth diverted it with a wave of his hand. God or no he still felt the earth pounding force that had been in the spells he had been hit with and unlike Divayth he was not a walking potions shop in case he should need it, though ho noted with dismay that Divayth had only taken three magic restoring potions so far and he had no doubts that he had several more should he need them.
"Damn you Fyr, are you such a coward that you cannot face a man on equal terms"? he yelled at the top of his lungs.
Divayth smiled, after an hour of throwing spells at Dagoth he had finally managed to piss him off and as such Dagoth would now be prone to make mistakes. He apparated to a distance a few yards away from Dagoth and started to send out a chain of fairly average spells on his foe.
Dagoth Ur yelled in pain and frustration as spell after spell slammed into him and as Divayth advance towards him their power increased and he had no time to protect himself from the veritable barrage of spells that caused boils to erupt or paralyse him for a few seconds. His skin was cut and then healed so many times that he had lost count. When Divayth was within arms reach her lunged towards him only to recoil in horrible pain as a searing light erupted so strong that it burned his retinas and then a stinging pain erupted from within his chest and as he looked down he saw Divayth's shimmering golden Katana buried in his chest. "Now we're even", Divayth said as the fire enchantment of his sword bit into Dagoth Ur's chest, and Dagoth had a brief flash of panic as he saw a green orb form in Divayth's hand.
For the second time of his life he felt indescribable pain wash over his as the Killing Curse tried to rip his soul out, only to be repealed by his unholy powers, before he had time to muster his will to fight the deadly energy a second Killing Curse impacted on his chest and for a second time his soul was blasted from his body reducing him to a mere vapour.
Dagoth screamed his undiluted hatred out for everybody to hear before he fled towards Red Mountain to slowly regenerate his body "You'll get yours Fyr", he screamed. As soon as he fled, his Ash Vampires and other followers did the same and a weary cheer erupted from the survivors.
As Divayth looked around the battlefield he noted that several people had already been infected by the 'Corprus Disease' and from what he could see other had as well. "STOP" he yelled to a Redoran House Guard who was holding a sword raised to behead one of them.
"Why should we, soon enough they'll become one of them and try to kill us", the guard was apparently not happy with the situation, and with a glimpse over his surface thoughts Divayth knew why he disliked 'Corprus Monsters'.
"Though your wife was killed by Corprus infected men doesn't mean that they can't be cured".
"Ho-how did you know"? He asked shakily.
"I know many things, and I know that so far any attempts to create a cure has been foiled, but then again those who tried to create the cure weren't me were they? I will find a cure I swear on my very soul".
The Redoran soldiers nodded as if that was good enough for them and then they started to collect their dead.
"That was an impressive duel Divayth, one has to ask if perhaps you didn't use the heart yourself", Almalexia pointed out as she and Vivec and Sotha-Sil surrounded him.
"I'll have you know that I would NEVER debase myself to such a level of greed that I would borrow power to compensate for my own lacklustre talents", Divayth's comment left Almalexia in such a state of shock that it looked as though she had been slapped.
"Really Fyr, though you may be an accomplished mage your skills in combat leaves much to be desired", she countered.
"Much like your skills in the bedroom from what Nerevar told me…I wonder…is that why you did it? Did you kill him because you feared he would send you from his bed, I completely understand, it must be agonizing to not even be able to offer your spouse a shred of comfort in the bedroom".
This time Almalexia's golden skin reddened considerably as her fury rose to peaks previously unkown. "Why you…I'll…such impudence…you should be…"I'LL KILL YOU", she yelled as she drew her sword.
"And what my dear makes you think you could? I defeated Dagoth Ur, a feat only your former husband could have claimed until now…and remember the contract you signed, to renege on an oath sworn by blood, magic and soul is a terrible thing, you just remember who even made you and your husband King and Queen in the first place, now back off". All tone of amusement and tolerance had vanished from Divayth's tone and only ice cold hate remained, and the three 'Gods' took an instinctual step back from the dangerous mage.
"As you wish Lord Fyr, though one should question where your allegiance lies", she said as she backed away.
"I'll humour you milady", Divayth said, adding a sarcastic tone and bow to the word 'milady'. "My allegiance lies to a pledge I gave when I was still a young boy, and I'll do anything to fulfil my oath, after all a Mer is only as good as his word", and then before their eyes he vanished and so did the eight infected Redoran soldiers.
The Tribunal looked warily at each other, wondering for the first time if they had underestimated the recluse Telvanni Mage Lord, putting such thoughts aside they each went their way, the had a few artefacts to hunt down if they wanted to have their souls intact.
End of the First Era.
Tel Fyr. Year 42 Second Era.
Divayth sighed as another Corpus victim died from a faulty cure. He tried to develop a cure for forty two years and every single one ended up killing the infected. One of the lower dungeons had been transformed into a chamber of sorts to hold the infected because their aggressive nature would compel them to attack anyone not infected.
And while he had not managed to discover a cure he had learnt incredibly many new things concerning healing, potions and alchemy, his only desire was to create a cure before the disease went completely out of control.
"Lord Fyr, I have one of the items you requested", Vivec said as he entered Divayth's study.
"Ah excellent put it on my desk please", Divayth said offhandedly as he cross-referenced a fact in a book.
Vivec shook his head in amazement. Here he came bringing the 'Mentors Ring' and the 'Ring of Phynaster' and all Divayth could do was to glance distractedly at the two legendary items before burying his nose back into the book he was studying. "I'll…just go then"? Vivec half asked and half stated.
"Oh no by all means stay if you wish, I haven't really talked to anyone these last thirty years and sometimes the lack of contact causes boredom".
"Well I could stay for a bit I suppose", Vivec muttered more to himself than anyone else.
"So Vivec what new from the outside"?
Vivec paused slightly as he considered what to tell him. "Well not much really. When the Nedics drove the Ayleids from our old homeland the renamed the province into Cyrodiil, and already they've started to create an empire".
"Nothing to worry about I hope".
Vivec shook his head. "They have allied themselves with the Nords, but for now they are concentrating on the lands to the west and if they do attack us we'll retaliate in kind".
"Anything else"? Divayth asked.
"Yes…we…believe that Dagoth Ur has regained his body".
"And what makes you think that"? Divayth looked directly into Vivecs eyes when he asked the question.
"Because Almalexia took a force of Temple Ordinators up there to try and cleanse Red Mountain. She never actually saw Dagoth Ur but his Ash Vampires were too well organized, anyways she lost Sunder up there".
Divayth snorted derisively. "You mean to tell me that you…ah…Gods aren't invincible after all"?
"We've know that since you faced down Dagoth Ur, you duel showed that superior skill beats brute force".
"So now Sunder is in the hands of Dagoth Ur, I hope you and Sotha Sil are not as stupid as Nerevar's whore of a wife".
Vivec squirmed slightly at Divayth's comments. "Don't tell me that you are actually planning on going up there with the Tools are you"? Vivec's slight wince told him everything.
"Get out…and don't bother returning unless it is to deliver more things to me".