Nothingland's Mind

Such a fraggin diamond I had no idea

EPIC

Well, this is set some 17 years after the canon ending of Skyrim gameplay, but it is the first drawing I color and finish in (just checked on DA) 6 years, so it is damn worth posting nonetheless.

"How long before I was caught? I honestly hoped longer. I believed myself untouchable in my underground temple; I thought it was safe, that my Prince's door would only open to another faithful. Well, it turned out that was exactly the case. And I also found confirmation to some suspect I was having."

"I had already come across the person the people of Skyrim referred to as the Last Dragonborn, I just didn't know it was her back then. An adventurer in an expensive, black daedric armor who helped me and my comrades dispatch some Forsworn heretics. She did not shout that time, but she did have that Mace with her, and oh, she stole so many souls. A warrior, a mage, a conjurer. A mer, the same who had been indeed watching me at times. How was I supposed to know the subject of an ancient Nord legend was a Bosmer?"

"I did some research afterwards; I was curious and the Emissaries did share some interest in an individual capable of handling the dragon menace. I sneaked after her when she went to slay one of those beasts of legend north of Karthwasten at the Jarl's request, and I saw the armor well among the fire. I just did not expect the Dragonborn to be a Bosmer, or to be a worshipper of Molag Bal."

"I guess the Prince must have had a hand in it, or maybe it was fate. I did get to know Laessa of Malabal Tor, the Last Dragonborn, quite intimately after that rough start, blessed by our Lord. Of course, that also was a secret; the most dangerous one, because it was shared."

Diary of Velendomis of Dusk, 4E 201-205

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"You might be surprised, but I might not have been the most virtuous of the Altmer back in Dusk. I might, in fact, have shown what my family and superiors may or may not have described as worrying trends in my behaviour, or in my interests. I might have enlisted and worked so hard to become a Justiciar just so I could prove they were wrong, that I would gladly commit my life to chastise heresy and enemies of the Dominion alike, and not just so I could keep my calian intact. Except, they weren't wrong. But this is a secret."

"That autumn I hunted down Vigilants of Stendarr, If I were to stumble upon them, especially at night. Inhabitants of the Reach kept spreading rumours about vampires, but it was only me. This, of course, is a secret. What did I do with the bodies? Another secret. You see, I found this intriguing place in the bowels of Markarth. A forgotten altar, to the Prince of Pain. And the Prince actually reached out to me. I was not surprised: I was, as I said, curious, impatient, hungry, far from home and irritatingly self-assured."

"Daedra worship – a Thalmor Justiciar? Preposterous. But trust me; Skyrim makes strange mer even out of the best of us, and I wasn't one of them. I have always been an independent thinker."

"There was a strange, cursed mace on the altar when I first found it. Come winter, the artifact had simply vanished. Apparently Molag Bal had found his champion, and I was soon to find out about them."

Velendomis of Dusk, Thalmor Justiciar Skyrim, Haafingar Thalmor Embassy, 4E 201

"The first thing I found out in Markarth is that Skyrim makes strange mer even out of the best Thalmor. I'm not saying that we're all aprax or ousters; what I mean is that I soon started to feel the need to throw myself into a tavern after my shift. To warm up, yes; but also for the horrible food and the disgusting, flavourless wine. I even started to enjoy the childish, cave-dweller-styled music of the locals. It all helped fending off the cold."

"My comrades joined me at times, but they were more displeased than I was with the brutish, pitiful local company. In the end, even my faithful Breviarco stopped following me after work, and that was when I ended up with more alone time in my hands than I was supposed to."

"I was curious, impatient, hungry, far from home and irritatingly self-assured. And, oddly enough, I thought I was being watched."