Hello! Before I post this little scene I believe some explanation is in order:

First off, I am a horrid writer, god gave me hands and mind to draw, not to write! This is a fact that has frustrated the hell out of me for awhile now for I build upon characters, watch them grow, and love them but when it comes to putting their tale to paper in an actual story format, I cannot seem to do it!

What I submit to you is my take on the final portion of the Tribunal Expansion of Morrowind through the eyes of my second oldest Nerevarine, Teran Ralis. (So if you have not played it there will be some spoilers in this scene.)

Secondly, (If you have not played Morrowind and hate spoilers look away) I should explain my take on my Incarnate of Nerevar. When I had developed this character I had a Cyrodillic Dunmer ignorant of his own peoples culture in mind. He was nabbed in Bravil for being a accessory in Skooma trafficking (Thugs used his basement to hide the stuff) and was whisked off to the Imperial City for trial, then, lo and behold he was sent to Morrowind with an Imperial Pardon from Uriel....

Steadily as Ralis accepted his new home and role (Rogue) another change came. Strange dreams and memories that were not his own. He had begun the main quest. Long story short, as Ralis continued the Main quest he slowly became more and more aware of his past life until he could not tell himself apart from Nerevar and they essentially became the same person. (Dragon Age II's Anders and Justice are a perfect example.)

That junk aside, I am submitting this scene because, simply put, I have carried it with me for so long, I need to release it. I have not been able to do it through pencil in the medium of drawings so here you go!


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“Why me, why is it always me?!”


Far below the capital of Morrowind the lone voice of a hero echoes in a long forgotten corner of a sunken city, hidden from the reach of mortal man and mer. Kneeling before the fetid and decaying form of his former mentor and friend, the Dunmer known as Nerevar Incarnate cradles a glittering and golden form, the body of his former lover, Almalexia. His gaze wanders across her face, their final words still fresh within his mind.


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“N-no, I cannot die l-like this. Not like this! I-I cannot die.”


She stumbles, clutching the deep seared wound inflicted upon her by Trueflame and drops her own blade, Hopesfire, in the process. The blade’s blue flames die as it clatters to the metal floor. I feel Trueflame fall from my grip as I fly across the hall to her falling form. I catching her and we sink to the ground, she looks up at me and, with her face contorted in pain and rage, she screams.


“Y-you b******, l-look at what you’ve done to me!”


Fresh scars mar her golden skin, the aftermath of Trueflame’s fiery blows. Her face changes, shock bleeds onto her face, she draws her hand weakly to her face and wipes her cheek. My body trembles as tears trickle down my face, dotting her own.


“W-what are you doing?! S-stop this! Now, stop immediately, I command you!”


A lump sticks in my throat, burning and pulsing, takes away all prospect of speech. Pain is now joined with confusion and she looks up at me, her eyes searching my face, begging the question, why? I can take it no longer, my voice claws out of my throat.


“My Almalexia, dear sweet Almalexia, p-please forgive me.”


While my shakily uttered words still echo through the chamber, her face cracks into a grin, then a smile, and finally laughter weakly drifts from her.


“You r-really are deluded into thinking you are Him?! You will never be my Nerevar, d-do you hear my, S'wit?!


Almalexia’s eyes grow wide and fear twists her face. She begins to hyperventilate, taking in as much air as she can and with her final breath she whispers, “But I was to be the divine-e…” Her hands fall to her sides, limp, and her face softens. My back hunches as I pull her lifeless form close, embracing her one last time. Why Azura, why do you claim so much from me? My shoulders heave, the sound of sobs reverberate through the desolate hall as I release my pain upon my love's shoulder.


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The Nerevarine carefully lifts his wife with his as he stands to his feet. He moves to the center of the room, just before the dead form of Sotha Sil, and sets the body of his wife upon the bronzed metal floor, taking the time to straighten her body, and poise her arms over her chest, he finally rises to his feet. His movements mechanical, they lead him to gather up his blade Trueflame and Her Hopesfire while his mind focuses on darker thoughts.


“Damn this city, damn this providence! Oblivion take this hell, for it has taken EVERYTHING from me!”


With thoughts of brighter shores ahead, the Nerevarine strides through the dead halls of Clockwork and up into the city with plans to escape these ash-blighted lands, no, not just Morrowind but from Tamriel entirely working within his mind.

Welcome to the fic forum Arcry !! Long time no see !!! You have been missed tremendously !!

You have given Ralis a very interesting back story, it was well thought out! The story is good, could stand just a little editing.

Since I've read some wonderful stories of yours before and know well what great writing you are capable of, I suspect the problem is in whatever device you are using to write/post your story.

Example, if you are writing/posting via your cell phone, it is hard to read and see the full paragraph to be able to properly edit the tenses, see that sentence tags are needed for certain dialogue to avoid confusion, notice if a word is missing, ensure proper spacing, etc.

My consensus is: Awesome story! And a huge welcome to someone who has been very missed around the forums !!

Ohhh, I really like this.
You really are able to create a scene in my minds eye

This part ; Almalexia’s eyes grow wide and fear twists her face. She begins to hyperventilate, taking in as much air as she can and with her final breath she whispers, “But I was to be the divine-e…”.

Send shivers down my spine! Nicely done

mALX - Thanks for the welcome back! I have been lurking a bit lately and felt a little out of place here... So I buckled down with my free time and tried to draw Ralis embracing Almalexia as she faded, saying her last words... Still working on that. So to keep the idea from bubbling over in my head (As it has been building for some years, just been pushing it off) I put the general scene down here! And I'd be lying if I said my second Skyrim character Teran Sethras did not have something to do with my urge to get this out there....



Fawkes - Thanks! I really wanted to capture that desperate grab for her shattered delusion that she could usurp both Vivic's and Sil's titles.

P.S Got on my Laptop and tweaked it a bit.

Can't wait to see that artwork when it's done !!!

Welcome to the Arena, Arcry! This was wonderful! Powerful and poignant. You have crafted some very effective imagery with your words here.

I hope you will be able to join us on a more frequent basis, whether it be via fanfic or fanart.

Niiice...And I don't know Morrowind... ...

The place names sound so exotic!...

Loved the sword names btw...Brilliant...(be they yours or otherwise )...

Nice one!!...

More!!...

*Applauds heartily*...

That was pretty good stuff for someone who can't write...if you draw better than you write we'll see your artwork in the Smithsonian soon...

That was a very verbally artistic piece that drew a picture as well as any charcoal ever could. That is a picture I would certainly love to see you spend some time on but I don't think a drawing would make it any more clear in my mind it would just be a perk to the scene.

I'm looking forward to more of this, and glad that you are putting it out there for us to share with you.

Acadian, thanks for the warm welcome and kind words! I do hope to become more of an active, contributing member for I love this community, it;s stories, the people, all of it!

McBadgere, I strongly recommend playing Morrowind for what it lacks in graphics, it really makes up for with it's story and lore! Thanks for reading!

Athynae, thank you! I sometimes spend so much time trying to create some of these tale, I end up feeling that they fall short of my expectations so I file them away to be rehashed at a later date. I do this rather frequently with my character's tales. I'll build them up, then tear them down. That is what makes me a horrible writer, I can never satisfy my own expectations.

That said, I thank you a million time over! Your words really brightened my rather dreary day!