Sonaak-ahrk-Vahdin IV by TheMaiaNightmareMoon, literature
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Sonaak-ahrk-Vahdin IV
Morokei's rich voice echoed throughout the Hall of Elements as Ofan entered the vast rotunda.
“...is immaterial. If Thuri Alduin would only liberate his life force with his undeniable commands, the empowered Staff will be more than capable of bringing Durnehviir back from the Soul Cairn permanently,” the tall priest explained, facing the whirling sphere. A slightly shorter man stood beside him, also studying the Eye of Magnus. Both were clad in the traditional robes and golden armor of Dragon Cult royalty, the only differences being that Morokei's fabrics were of a dark purple and his counterpart's were the hue of a hearty pine.
Sonaak ahrk Vahdin VIII by TheMaiaNightmareMoon, literature
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Sonaak ahrk Vahdin VIII
Tharstan could hardly believe his eyes as Vahlok the Jailer emerged from his hidden tomb. He was truly ancient history given life! Vahlok's expression of wonder and joy at the outside world quickly turned into one of dismay. The once lush forests were dying! “What has befallen my island?” He whispered, hoarse voice filled with sorrow. Viintaas's gaze fell and Tharstan grew solemn. “The Red Mountain erupted approximately two centuries ago and has been spewing ash ever since. But the Skaal people endure despite hardship.” Vahlok's undead orbs flickered in deep thought. Viintaas keenly discerned his fellow Dovahkiin's conflicting emotions. The Guardian was proud of the indomitable spirit of his people, yet remorseful that he had been unable to protect them. The young Nord's voice was sincere, his expression earnest. “You had been dead for millennia by that time, Vahlok. There was absolutely nothing you could have done.” The ancient lich was taken aback at being read so clearly.
Sonaak ahrk Vahdin VII by TheMaiaNightmareMoon, literature
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Sonaak ahrk Vahdin VII
Viintaas inhaled sharply at the sheer size of the tomb’s massive final chamber. The floor was covered with dubious looking stone tiles and a lone ebony coffin sat before the elevated word wall on the far side. Despite himself, he felt his hopes rising. Surely the dragon priest known as the Guardian would listen to his plea. He had to. Viintaas was uncertain who else he would turn to otherwise. As he waited for Tharstan to catch up, his mind wandered over the unusual puzzles throughout the elaborate tomb. He had never seen magical bridges that were still so strong and responsive after millennia. In fact, he had never seen such ethereal paths before at all! The Word Walls had called unto his curious dragon’s soul with an allure more intense than any others he had yet encountered. Even so, it was the three plaques that had intrigued him most. A sacrifice will bring you closer to that which you seek. A clue on how to access the deeper parts of the ornate memorial, but perhaps also a
Sonaak ahrk Vahdin V by TheMaiaNightmareMoon, literature
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Sonaak ahrk Vahdin V
“No-no! Impossible!” The archmage stammered, staring into the cold, moonstone mask of the dragon priest. “I sealed you away!” "Yes..." Morokei's velvety baritone seemed to rise from the depths of Oblivion itself. "You did imprison me...after disturbing my rest and that of my faithful followers in the first place! After pressuring your frightened classmates to venture further into forbidden Labyrinthian!” “Archmage...?” Mirabelle inquired apprehensively while simultaneously entering a combat-ready stance. “What is going on?” Savos struggled to find an answer as he gazed upon the very manifestation of his worst nightmares, red eyes wide in terror. Ofan stood off to the former lich's left, observing the confrontation with a pensive expression. “Tell her, Aren...” the dragon priest's voice was a velvety purr. “Reveal unto your adoring professors and naive students the arcane technique for enslaving the free souls of one's peers.” The students’ eyes were wide and Tolfdir looked