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Another character concept I wanted to draw; an Ordinator who has contracted Corprus, and now spends the last of his sane days eradicating Sixth House cultists.
As he is no longer allowed to affiliate with the Ordinators, he has been stripped of his Indoril helmet and conceals his armour, however Local Temples will sometimes leave supplies for him at dead drops. When citizens begin to hear about him, they start to leave him prayers and offerings of beads and trinkets. He carries them with him and adorns his armour with them to remind him of his purpose. When the time comes and he feels his mind slipping too far (if he hasn't already died fighting in some Sixth House pit) he will pass through the ghost gate and never be seen again.
its already may 1st in my timezone so HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FAVOURITE SILLY LITTLE GAME. i love morrowind so much i wish gay men were real
Mzulan (arms crossed, standing outside a Tribunal ruin with a disgusted squint):
“They still have the ears. Still have the eyes. Still carry the same smugness in their posture. But now they burn incense and call it forgiveness.” (Spits in the ash.) “No. I remember the Chimer.”
Even after thousands of years—and despite becoming something more nuanced, more contemplative—there are scars that don’t smooth with time. And one of them walks like a Dunmer and chants like a saint.
Arrogant. Devout. Reckless.
Obsessed with Daedra, ancestral veneration, and destiny.
Constantly clashing with Dwemer logic, despising atheism, and mocking technology.
Viewed the Dwemer as “soulless smiths” and “machine-slaves.”
“They called us godless. We called them pyromaniacal dreamers with shiny rocks and egos.”
He returns to a world where the Chimer have become the Dunmer, broken by betrayal, shadowed by gods and sins alike.
His reaction?
“They changed skin, not structure. Still pray before breaking things.”
He sees some worthy individuals among them. But as a people?
“You built your culture on a foundation of corpses and whispers, and now wonder why it creaks when you walk.”
He especially distrusts:
Ashlander mystics (“Desert philosophers wrapped in guilt and silt.”)
Tribunal scholars (“Gods made of ego. Temples made of apology.”)
Dunmer historians (“They rewrite us as villains to make themselves tragic. I take that personally.”)
On a Telvanni Wizard:
“Floating in a mushroom tower. Still compensating for something.”
On a Dunmer priest of Azura:
“Oh good. The Moon Mistress still collects worshippers. Tell her I remember her favoritism.”
On seeing Velothi architecture still standing:
“Of course it’s still standing. Chimer buildings collapse only when someone stops praying. Or thinking.”
On a young Dunmer trying to reconcile cultures:
“I respect your effort. But understand this: Your ancestors tried to burn out my gods and shatter my truths. I’m not ready to dance in the ashes with you just yet.”
She wants peace. She sees the Dunmer as wounded descendants trying to climb free of their ancestors’ chains.
Her line:
“They carry their guilt like relics. You carry your memory like armor. Perhaps neither of you are free.”
Mzulan replies:
“Freedom isn’t the goal. Truth is. And I remember who lied the most.”
“The Chimer never respected silence. They filled it with prophecy. With fire. With screams. We filled it with equations. I still hear both when I dream. One calms me. The other... wakes me.”
" I don't suppose you have some good news for me. "
Sex is good and all, but have you guys ever had a fic update while you were re-reading it?
I have played Morrowind for hundreds of hours. My favourite great house has always been Telvanni. I have done the Mouths' chores dozens of times.
YET I ONLY NOW FOUND OUT THAT THERE'S A REASON NELOTH IS SO TESTY:
Neloth's Mouth, Arara Uvulas, says:
"Perhaps these will put Master Neloth in a better mood. He is old, you see, and has trouble moving about. I use the soap along with some roobrush and bonemeal to make an ointment for his joints."
A potion made with Roobrush, Bonemeal, and Sload Soap, has three effects:
Restore Agility,
Fortify Agility,
AND DRAIN PERSONALITY
Thus, while ointing his jointing(s), Neloth becomes bitter, mean, and soothes his lil achy knees.
I love this game.
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