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Remembrance
I was walking through one of the many dwemer ruins of Red Mountain, a new blade on my back. I had found it on one of Dagoth Ur's Ash Vampires, it was a long, and slim Dai-Katana made out of the purest of Ebony. Runes carved in the daedric language upon the hilt, gold interlaced over the blade. It was a thing of beauty; I have only seen one blade in my entire life more beautiful then that blade, which now hangs on my mantle now, alone in my private collection. I used my own powers of Mysticism to teleport the sword I had brought with me back to my home in Balmora. I would have simply thrown it away, but I could not bear to toss it away like garbage, not something so much like her.
Just one door left to be opened before I would face the deity, then there was no turning back, no chance of backing down. I opened that heavy metal door, and saw him for the first time. He stood tall, taller then my own cyrodillic body, and there was a pale gold color to his skin. He wore a large mask; it resembled a moon in my eyes, like the ones above, hidden by the rock and metal of the dwemer ruin.
As I approached him he spoke, he wanted to know if I was really the Lord Nerevar incarnate. Was I? I honestly do not believe myself to be, I was just Azura's "ace in the hole." The Daedra was using me for it's own purposes, what they were I did not, nor did I want to, know. Nevertheless, that was not important at the time being, instead of answering his question I asked him why. Why he had betrayed me in a "former life," why he had used the tools to gain this extraordinary power, and why was he trying to "cleanse" Tamriel? We spoke for a time about those things, and when we had nothing left to speak about, he told me that I was entitled to the first blow, and waited.
I did not want to kill him: although he had made a mistake, I was willing to forgive him. However, he was insane, and a threat to all of Tamriel, so I was left with no choice but to strike.
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I was creeping through a cave, a Sleeper ahead, behind, a Stalker I had slipped past. My hand rested on the blade on my back, I had bought it rusty and broken, and fixed it up, it was now very close to my heart, and highly important to me. There was no way I could sneak past the current situation, and I was left with no alternative. I snuck over to the Sleeper, and hefted the large sword off my back. Holding the hilt with one hand, I put the other under the middle of the blade for balance, and slid it deep into the corprus infected monsters back. A gurgling sound came from its mouth as I kicked the body off my sword and walked forward into the room the Sleeper was guarding. There was an alter in the middle, oozing both an evil red light and an aura of dread. That, however, was not the highlight of the room. That honor belonged to what I can only assume was the reason for my occupation of this sixth house base, Dagoth Gares.
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I was stepping into sunlight, out of the dark boat that had "escorted" me here. The Redguard in front of me was telling me to step off the boat, as if I was going to do anything else. Several minutes later, I was a free man, walking about in Seyda Neen, speaking with the locals, and enjoying my second chance at life.
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He walked over to me, and spoke to me about the great Dagoth Ur, saying that he wanted me to join him. To help him in his task, and to forgive him. Then, after I bluntly turned down his offer, he struck. He had cast a powerful spell with the ease of a well-learned mage, draining my strength and endurance in a single blow. Stumbling back, I tried to steady my self before he struck again. As he made the hand movements and said the incantation, I swung my sword, slicing a long gash into his chest. He gasped out, an expression of great pain on his rotting face. Striking again, I severely maimed one of his arms, slicing straight down it, then the other, before spinning around and kicking him into the wall. Struggling to his feet, he made a few quick motions, and managed to heal himself enough for a final few words. His words still haunt me every time I think of them, though I have long forgotten the words he spoke, to this day I remember the meaning. He told me I would be joining his master, even against my will.
Looking down I could see a rolled piece of paper in one of his hands. It was a message, from Dagoth Ur.
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My ebony blade came down upon the deity, missing him by a mere inch as he nimbly dodged to the side. Recovering my balance, I swung the sword to the right, hoping to catch him off guard. The Dagoth brought up one of his arms and knocked the swinging blade aside as though it was made of leaves instead of heavy ebony.
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I was in Caius Cosades' house telling him about the latest of the disturbing dreams I had been having recently. In my dream, a tall man wearing a golden mask was talking to me, telling me about how he had delivered me from my enemies. It was as though I had died, for I could see my self, on a table before me, I reached out and touched my body before me when it began to breathe; it opened it eyes, eyes that were just like my own, and got off the table. Then I awoke.
It was just one of many dreams I had soon after arriving in Vvardenfell, and certainly not the last. Caius only seemed disturbed that I might be going insane, not that they were of importance. Now we both know just how wrong he was.
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The blade of my sword hit the dirt and rebounded slightly, giving me a slight boost in my efforts to bring it back up to stop Dagoth Ur's blow aimed for my head. The "god's" fist was hit by the edge of my blade, biting into it and stopping it dead in its tracks on its route to my face. Taking the small measurement of time this granted me I spun around and kicked the god in the chest, sending him sprawling across the cave.
I leapt forward flipping the Dai-Katana over to point the tip straight down, aiming for Dagoth Ur's chest.
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I was in Caldera; looking for someone I knew would buy off the Dwemer artifacts I had collected in a ruin, which I had recently plundered. I had searched the town for this buyer for hours, and still had no idea where or what this buyer was, so I stopped the search for the time being, and went to rent a bed for the night, that is when I met her.
I had stepped into a slightly run-down tavern called "Shenk's Shovel" to get a bed for the night, and was walking up the stairs to my room when I heard the sound of something heavy falling onto the floor. Listening for a second longer, I deduced that it was coming from the larger of the two rent rooms on the top floor. Bypassing my own room, I proceeded to open the large wooden door and entered the room from where the sounds were coming from. I had looked around for a few seconds before thinking to turn around, which is when I saw her, pressing a Nordic man against the wall and sinking her fangs into his neck.
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My sword plunged deep into the chest of the self-made deity, causing him to roar out curses. Pressing my feet against his torso, I pushed myself off my foe, bringing my blade with me. Upon landing, I brought my blade up in a defensive position before noticing that Dagoth Ur was nowhere to be found.
Lowering my sword, I had just started to think about where he might have gone, when a spherical Dwemer door opened behind me, beckoning me forward.
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I had been months since I had first met her, the vampire woman whom I was beginning to love. We had traveled almost all of Vvardenfell before she suggested we go to see her "family." I had been delaying it for a long time now, not wanting to let my views against her kind get the best of me. Nevertheless, it seemed there was no way out of it this time; she made me promise to meet her "family," or say good-bye to her.
Normally I would not have been tricked into this position, but I had been having a few rounds of Flin some of my friends, and thus was unable to comprehend the situation. So that is why we were now walking down a long, dusty, road, headed straight into the middle of the Molag Amor region.
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I opened the door leading deeper into the caverns. The first thing I saw upon entering the room was Dagoth Ur just a few feet in front of me. He was talking, for some reason unbeknownst to me, about how he was a god, and how would I kill a god? With a slight smirk on my face, I rushed ahead, swinging my Ebony blade to the side as I struck the deity.
Upon seeing the damage I had done with my swipe, I gaped in horror as the large slash in Dagoth Ur's side closed up before my eyes. I heard the cold laughter of the Dagoth as he commented on how being so close to the heart had boosted his god-like power.
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I was putting the final additions on my blade, a skull, just above the handle. I had found it on a merchant in Suran, willing to sell it for cheap. It was heavily rusted and broken in several places; I spent many days working in my shop to make it shine. I was ready to sell it when I felt a tug in my heart, it had reminded my of my lost one. She would have wanted to keep it, to hang it on the mantle, or to use it in combat. I decided to keep it with me, so I took it to an enchanter; and give it the power to take the life of my opponent's eyes, effectively blinding them. I decided to name it the Blade of the Shade, after I began to think about her.
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Swearing lightly under my breath, I rushed Dagoth Ur again. Upon closing the gap between the two of us, I swung my sword aiming for his stomach and slid past him during my swipe, leaving a long bloody gash that spun him around with me. I stepped back for a moment, waiting for him to die, before the he laughed at my "pitiful efforts." Then, with out warning, the greatest of the Dagoths swung into action. He clamped his hand onto my sword, denting, and dulling the blade, and punched me hard in the gut, before introducing his fist to my chin. I flipped backwards, leaving my sword behind, over the edge of the cliff headed straight for the molten lava that was sure to be below me.
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I was in my study, reading the plans Vivec had written about how to defeat Dagoth Ur. Although I did not want to go with his plan, I could find no alternate way to defeat him, thus, I would follow the "poet's" advice, and use the Wraithguard Vivec had given me. The plan was simple; I needed to find Sunder and Keening, which of course were hidden deep within Red Mountain, then follow the instructions given to me by Vivec, strike the Heart once with Sunder, then with Keening five times, after equipping the Wraithguard of course. I had hoped many times that this would destroy the Heart, and thus weaken Dagoth Ur. The only "drawback" is that it would also affect the Tribunal. However, that was their problem, not mine.
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I fell only a few feet before my back hit solid rock. Rolling back, I turned around to see that I had landed on the platform leading to the Heart. Relived, I sprung into action. Running forward I slipped the Wraithguard out of a pouch at my side and onto my hand, then reached for the hammer known as Sunder.
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I was in the base of her vampire clan; hidden deep in the Molag Amor region, though not the well-known Berne clan, they were still a force to be reckoned with. There was an argument going on in the cramped room, it was almost like a game. She makes a point; he makes a point. She makes an angry movement; he makes an angry movement. They seemed to mirror each other, no wonder they called themselves a family. It had been going back and forth for the better part of an hour now, with me saying only a maximum of seven words.
They were not taking this as well as she had thought, and it had been a non-stop shouting match since mere moments after our arrival. I was standing in the corner of the room, trying to stay out of the fight, when it ended with the ringing sound I have come know as the sound of a sword being drawn from it's scabbard.
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My hand struck the door, again, and again. I had been sent here by a man in the South Wall Corner Club, my orders were to speak with anyone in the Club about someone, and find out where said person lived. The only catch to my release from prison was to deliver a package to this man, a man who was addicted to Moon Sugar from what I heard. It seemed to take many knocks above the norm before he answered. His name was Caius Cosades, and though I did not know it at the time, he was about to change my world.
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The clan leader was shouting far louder then before, saliva flying from it mouth, from what I could deduce from his shouting, he was telling us to get out of his base. Being that he had drawn his blade, I could tell that this conversation would not end well; she would never back down from a challenge. I have known her to charge into a crowd of well-armed Nords simply because one of them grinned at her in a sensual manner. I stepped forward in an attempt to get her to back down, or at least be of help in case a true fight broke out. However, I was too late; the clan leader had made his decision.
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I raised Sunder over my head, ignoring the whispers coming from the weapon itself telling me for make myself an immortal, and brought it down upon the heart of the god. Remembering the instructions, I dropped the hammer to buy me some time, and brought out Keening. Drawing back my arm, I struck. One. Dagoth Ur was shouting at me. Two. He was yelling, asking me in a not so polite way as to what I was doing. Three. I heard the sound of heavy feet running across the rock floor. Four. The bridge shook as the so-called god ran across it in a futile attempt to get to me before the final blow was dealt. Five. I felt a strong hand grab my shoulder and turn me a round, without thinking I slammed him in the jaw before vaulting over him, and started running across the bridge tossing Keening and Wraithguard into the lava below.
I reached the end of the bridge and jumped up to the platform above me. Turning around I could see Dagoth Ur trying to stand upright as the platform he was standing on started to collapse, my sword still clutched in his hand.
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I was standing just outside the door to their base, her lifeless body crumpled at my feet. I had brought out my sword the instant the leader struck, and proceeded to kill them all without mercy. It was slaughter; they stood no chance against my skill and blade. One by one, they all fell to my wrath. After the deed was done, I walked through the passages again, carrying her corpse, crying for the first time in all of my memory as I stepped out into the light of the twin moons.
I stood there until dawn, with tears rolling freely down my cheeks, and watched her body turn to ash within minutes of the sun's rise.
Clutching my simple Glass blade, I made up my mind. After scooping up her ashes into an empty vial, I turned to the rising sun and threw my blade with all my might.
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As I watched the "God" Dagoth Ur melt into the lava, I summoned my sword from my manor and waited. As soon as the deity was nothing but a few specks of dust, and after a quick thought to the contrary, I tossed the fine blade into the pit. I was determined to start over. I was determined to forget her.
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I was in the Grazelands, her favorite place on Vvardenfell. I looked out upon the rolling hills surrounding me, and said a few words for her. Then, with a single tear making its way down my face, I opened the vial of her ashes and threw it as far as I could. I stood on the hill and watched her dust scatter in the wind for hours, thinking of the time I spent with my sweet Moria.
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I awoke. There was the sound of light breathing behind me. Good, she was still sleeping. Turning over I slung my arm over her waist and snuggled up to her, and fell back into a deep, restful sleep.
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Thus is my Remembrance.
Larrius Varro
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Incase you couldn't tell, this takes place at many different times. Each different section of time is supposed to be showed by different fonts, but I guess the forums don't want me to do that
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