"The shackles that bind me are far stronger than any mere magics. I shall remain here, alone. Let the Nocturnals come and find me stricken here. They will punish me, but they will punish the Dagon far more. There will be war in the heavens. The sky will crack, and the earth will split in two. All mortal things must perish in this howling storm of fire and night."
Jaciel Morgen (childguard enabled)
The Greater Nocturnal, Jaciel Morgen, lies in a waking slumber among the Daedra of Shade Perilous. To wake her, Deyanira, the Lesser Nocturnal must be banished. In doing so, the player manages to move Jaciel from utter despair to rage, though only for a short while. As she realizes the "why" of the matter, Morgen agrees to aid the player, if indeed the player faces Dagon in the end.
The shackles that bind me are far stronger than any mere magics. I shall remain here, alone. Let the Nocturnals come and find me stricken here. They will punish me, but they will punish the Dagon far more. There will be war in the heavens. The sky will crack, and the earth will split in two. All mortal things must perish in this howling storm of fire and night.
Ah. Deyanira. Her longing will not cease even in the face of overwhelming loss. How like a mortal she is. I could -- but no. The thought of her tears is almost enough to shake this mantle of anguish from my shoulders. Almost. But not enough. No, The only joy left to me now is the thought that the Nocturnals will scourge the Dagon until the magica drips in rivulets from his hollow eye sockets -- twins to the tears I cannot cry. Farewell.
But surely this is pretty excessive. I mean, you ARE a big-time Daedra Lady. Where's your pride? You're going to let those muttonheads push you around --
Look. Things are going south here in a big way, Lady, in case you hadn't noticed. This place is crawling with fire and frost thugs making themselves cozy in YOUR home. Are you just going to sit back and --
All I need from you, Lady, is a passage out of here. I promise I'll treat Dagon and his things to a little sky-cracking and earth-splitting myself, if you'll just let me --
You're not any better than the rest of the daedra -- just as spoiled, self-centered, and self-indulgent. Like a little baby. You know what a baby is? A puling helpless little manling.
OK. I'll go. But you are making a big mistake. (Shucks. Better go back and have a chat with Deyanira. Maybe SHE can talk some sense into this stubborn sourpuss.)
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Look. Don't make me do something rash. I may not look like much, but I've been beating daedra like drums. I'm getting desperate, and desperate mortals are full of ugly surprises.
[&SoulDagger] I don't know exactly how to break this to you, but -- well -- maybe you have better take a look at this dagger. She said -- Deyanira -- that is --
Aaaaaa! She is gone! GONE! I should tear your beating heart out and force you to eat it in tiny bites, one wriggling, beating bite each century! I should flay the skin from your body and hurl your living carcass into the sea of my salty tears.
You, mortal -- no doom so slow, no pain so tearing --
Player Response
Result
Nothing you do will bring her back. She'll be back in her own sweet time, from what I understand about you daedra. And for all that sweet time you can think about how little you cared for her, and how lonely you'll be without her, and how much she was willing to do for you, when you wouldn't do anything but pout and snivel.
What you say -- perhaps is true. Too fair. But... You BASTARD! You TRICKED her into this, to serve your own SELFISH ends!
Player Response
Result
No. It was her idea. I haven't got her kind of vision. Or character. I admit. I'd lie like a rug to save my skin. But I haven't got the imagination to think of a thing like she did. And it would NEVER occur to me that she might do it of her own free will. In fact, I'm sorry. And ashamed. That I helped her to do this thing.
Perhaps I can understand. You are a mortal. And mortals see things differently. A mortal must never regret, never feel shame, for what it does to save its life.
Player Response
Result
Normally I'd agree with you wholeheartedly. But that's not how I feel right now. Look. She isn't really dead, is she?
Daedra do not really die. Not as you know death. But we can sacrifice ourselves to oblivion. As she did. Oblivion is existence and self-awareness without the ability to see, hear, or affect the world. For an immortal it is hell -- unspeakable pain and horror -- absolute loss. Eventually we do return. But not all return as they were. There is sickness. Madness. Change.
Player Response
Result
I'm sorry. I hope Deyanira will be all right. She certainly has a strong spirit, if that's of any consequence.
It is passing strange, but I feel your comfort, mortal. You have so much to lose, you things of flesh, and yet you do not despair. An intriguing mystery.
Player Response
Result
Yes. My flesh does have a lot to lose. And another, a close friend, is also in danger. So please help me. How may I leave this place?
All other portals are sealed, but there is a back door. To the north you must cross the Rock Sails to a lesser portal, which will bear you to the Hex Room and the Gate. Four anchors bind the magica forces; loose these anchors, and the portal is ready. To the north is a door. Say "djemekweh" to enter. When you reach the final portal, I will have had time to open it to your use. But the Dagon have set a seal upon passage from all destinations but those of their own choosing. You must go where they wish you to go.
Player Response
Result
Not having a lot of choice is refreshing at times like this. Keeps things simple. And I believe I must go where the Dagon think they want me. I'll just make sure I have plenty of surprises for them when I arrive.
Your cunning shines with a brightness that craves requiting. In the brightest light or blackest dark, we are equally blind. It may be that I owe you something. Or owe it to myself, and my pride. But if in the end you must stand before Dagon, call on me. I will use you as a link for travel, and it may be that even my modest powers can be one of your little surprises for him.
Player Response
Result
Don't think I won't call you. I'm going to need a lot of surprises, and a lot of luck. Goodbye, then, and thanks.
Ahhh. So faint a candle is the mortal's light. Faint, and it flickers so! But indeed this faint light of mortals might light up the sky. O, but I shall remember thee. And see thee again before the end. Farewell.
Player Response
Result
Good. But. Well. I don't know what to say. And haven't the grace to say nothing. So it's just goodbye, then.
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