Omnipotent. Omniscient. Sovereign. Immutable.

You done? …you sure? Okay, good.

Do not blame me for the fact that you were too busy following Nerevar around like a lovesick animal to actually try to be that ‘loving and appreciative’ person instead of a mindless follower. You let your obsession rule you, and you still do. Nerevar was a person just like we all were, with his shortcomings and imperfections and his stupidity. Your obsessive love for Nerevar did nothing but stifle him, though he had the good grace to put up with it, even accept it.

When you are quite finished with your obsessive wanking about brotherhood when it’s clear all you want to do is fuck him silly, own him, make him pay attention to you… then we’ll have something to talk about. I suspect that something will still be Nerevar, but that was all you ever were. Nerevar’s shadow.


In more mundane news, what do you eat (if you do eat)? Cliffracers? I swear there's an entire hive of them somewhere in your volcano, numbering in the thousands

Cliffracers? Hah! I’m a god, outlander! There is no mortal restraint. There is no need for… tangible wants or.. deviant constant sexual desire. I’ve ascended beyond such things.

The only nourishment I desire is the faith of my people and vengeance against the thrice-traitors.

As for my priests and faithful, I’ve blessed them with the ability to grow food upon their own back and feed upon my divine flesh. They are infinitely nourished. I bet you wish you could grow divine steak from your back, outlander.

Ah, Divine steak.

How sweet it is to be a god. *Mad laughter.*

Hey. You. What's the worst thing you've ever done to a person, other than that silly corpus nonsense.. also.. what's with the corpus, anywho? That stuff's pretty nasty... doesn't look very blessing to me.

Your ignorance of my divine blessing doesn’t surprise me. When a mortal finds something beyond their comprehension they often find it ugly or terrifying because they are unable to understand it.

As for the worst thing I’ve ever done to a person? For not embedding a dagger in each of Ayem, Seht, and Vehk’s hearts and incinerating their still living bodies the moment I saw them. This was my greatest betrayal to my sweet Nerevar.

Oh come on, Voryn. I could pretend to be Nerevar. I know how he acts in bed! Don't tell me you're not tempted. And you can even keep the mask on, although I'm not sure why you ever chose to hide your face. Those CHEEKBONES...

*In other news, violent Ash storms have spilled out of Red Mountain today, covering all of Vvardenfell and some of the mainland along with a strange loud noise that resembled what locals call “Pure Rage. Pure terrifying screaming rage.” A Buoyant Armiger stationed in Ghostgate claims that this is a frequent occurrence lately as the Tribunal has become a lot more active in public eye. Remember to stay inside, watch out for swarms of cliffracers, and keep those cure disease potions on hand outlanders! Praise Vivec!*

None of Seht's concern? Nor Vehk's? ... what about me? Come on, Daggy, you know you want to. Hate sex is the best sex. Really.

… I do not think I’ve ever been more disgusted by an idea in either my mortal and eternal existence as a divine being.

Did you possess that flowing mane of black hair before you became a god? Or those claws? Those claws are creepy.

My glorious flowing mane of black hair has been part of my being before my destined ascension. My hands finely manicured and divine.

… They far less disturbing than what Vehk has done to him…her…itself.

Vyron, you are by the far sxiest mer to ever don a ruoiidclus goedln mask. Also you' re vrey actavtrtie rihgt now. At this momnet. Vhek watns you to konw that.

Hngh. No.

Oblivion and beyond, -No-.

I am not giving you anymore ideas about me for your ridiculous books, drunken s’wit.


*Crosses arms, standing tall.* Heh heh heh heh.

… House Dagoth’s secret dance rituals are none of your concern, Seht. Or your drunken abomination of a ‘brothersister’.

… and stay away from my Dagoth Brandy. Its not for the likes of traitors.

There there, dear. Let it all out. Just let it out. Oh, and Nerevar has already... come for me rather a lot, so that won't be anything new. I suppose you can't boast the same, though.


*Intermission. The Sharmat needs to take his medication.*

Voryn dear, you always seem so angry. Want to talk it out? Let it all out, it's not healthy to keep all that rage pent up. Even if I have a had in everything that's wrong in your life... no big deal.

Hahaha. I am not angry. I am not bitter that you turned my Nerevar against me. I am not mad with vengeful hatred that you are practically fornicating on his grave daily. I am simply in suspense. Until he comes for you.


Not bitter at all.