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    The Traveler (WIP)

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    Moved to appropriate backstory forum & updated with a proper roadmap detailing his story arc. 

     

    That way everyone knows this guy’s deal in advance of me finally finishing it. Lol 

     

    ive also included some musical selections that should help convey the tone I’m going for with regards to the various parts of his life. 

     

    Its whst I listen to when I write. 😊

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    The Traveler (WIP)

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    Travelers

    Varios  Falvoren

     

    The following is a record of the events of my life that have led me to this point. The reader may find that much of it does not make sense and for that I can offer no comfort nor solution except to say that the abandonment of one's preconceived notions of linear time is advised. Man and Mer pretend to know a great deal but what we know is no more than a drop compared to the ocean of ignorance we find ourselves splashing in. Make no mistake, the ripples produced from the churning of the water travel endlessly.  We'll never know who all they cross paths with but paths will cross and new ripples in the ocean formed. All we or I can do is surmise that we play a role greater than we'll ever know in the cycle. 

     

    And so what follows is my part in it. 

     

    The circumstances of my birth are.....unique. 

     

    The year was 1E 705 when I entered into this world amid the heralding screams of my mother whom, I can only imagine, endured quite the shock when her Chimeri conception was born Dunmer. 

    Reflecting upon it centuries later it made sense to me that Azura's curse would be so encompassing lest an unborn emerge from the womb a pigment different from their maternal flesh and blood. 

    I suppose you could call that a sort of social mercy in and of itself but alas, at the time such a perspective was a distant dream as I was only partially into Mundus when the Daedric Prince invoked her will. It was terrible timing and Azura's glass was not to be poured half full I suppose.

     

    My mother's screams quite easily drowned out my own wails that night. 

     

    She hated the Tribunal after that. A lot of Dunmer did in the early days of our kind. For her however it wasn't about a rumored broken oath so much as it was a broken spirit. My grandmother was one of the first; A Velothi dissident who had traveled with the prophet himself. My mother had grown up with her stories. Stories about independence, hardship, love. 

    And then on my birth day her independence was quite literally stripped of her and she, like everyone else, bore the punishment for the actions of three who then demanded worship. They would go on to keep their divinity and my mother would keep her rage. She was a true "dark" elf from then onward. 

     

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    Apparently my father had some knowledge of what was to happen where everyone else sat ignorant. He had fought in the War of the First Council and served right alongside Nerevar himself. He was there at the Battle of Red Mountain and entertained me in my youth with stories about the war and of the very moment it ended; When the clashing of swords and the ringing of steel ceased in an instant and the Dwemer were then gone. He regaled me with stories of adventure and glory but I could hear he and my mother talking at night and I knew what was truly in his heart. I could detect the tremor in his voice when he spoke of the past. I could feel his pain when he wept into her robes.  

     

    When the Deep Folk vanished the Chimer did not shout with triumph.

     

    They were crippled with fear. The entire enemy force.....gone. This was not a natural way for a battle to end. The men couldn't cope with the shock and order broke down into chaos as terror and confusion became the new enemy of the 'mighty' Chimer. There was infighting and a few hundred more were slain even after the Dwemer had vanished.  

     

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    My father was a military man. He placed his faith in his sword arm before he did Gods or prophets but even he could not deny the power of the Heart of Lorkhan when it was put on display on the slopes of the mountain that day. On the night of my birth I'm told he simply stood with his arms crossed and gazed silently across the landscape to its peak. There was a rumbling and my father closed his blue Chimer eyes and bowed his head. When the rumbling stopped and he opened them again, they were the blood red of Dunmer and I had been born. 

     

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    He knew what the Tribunal had done and accepted it as necessary to the safety and prosperity of our people; A stance that would form a rift between he and my mother that would never fully heal. They had both seen horrors and those horrors created two very different perspectives towards our new living Gods. My mother loved me as any mother would be obligated to but it would be many years before she could look at me and truly see her son. She felt she had lost a child that night and my father could only try to console her and I could only try and do right by her. 

     

    For my own part I am indifferent. Some might call that ignorance but Dunmer is all I know and so Dunmer is what I am. 

     

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    We settled in Vos shortly after the The Temple was formed. It wasn’t exactly a smooth transition from the First Council, despite Vivec making such a powerful argument for "superhuman discipline."  I rather wish there'd been more Dunmer that took his accounting of their self-made divinity to heart. There would've been scores of righteous bungling Mer doing push ups on the roads between Vivec and Tel Fyr! Everyone knew what they had done though. It was the worst kept secret in Morrowind.  My parents decided together that it was best we get as far as we reasonably could from what my mother called a “perversion of the faith.” 

     

    It was actually my father’s idea to move from our settlement in a small pocket of the Ascadian Isles to Vos in the far North of the province. We were initially content to stay and watch as Vivec built his holy City of Swords but it made mother irate and she badgered one too many pilgrims on their way to the Temple to pay homage, yelling obscenities and cursing their blind loyalties. My mother's berating was only the tip of the iceberg.  My father could smell a larger conflict coming and proceeded to make plans for our move. 

     

    Not everyone had found themselves capable of simply taking Sotha Sil's word as the literal gospel he claimed it to be. He made a convincing argument on behalf of the Tribunal and for all his newfound power, Gods know his decision to keep his Dunmeri complexion awarded him significant political capital he could not have had otherwise.  For most it was hard to argue against Divinities that would invite you into their chambers in favor of those that would sooner invite you to die for sheer amusement. 

     

    But it was not enough for everyone. 

     

    There were riots; Miniature rebellions of those faithful to Veloth that went on for many nights. They believed the Tribunal had betrayed their oath, killing Nerevar and seizing the power of Gods for themselves.  You won't read about it in any official record but the Temple Canton was razed to the ground more than once before it was ever fully completed. I can still remember the orange glow of the flames off in the distance; How the colors shone through my window and bounced off the walls like warring spirits in an eternal combat. So entranced I was by their dance that I was too slow to even respond on that fateful night when my father burst through my door and scooped me out of bed. He had made a deal with an old war mate of his. We were to escape the fighting under the cover of darkness and head north into the Grazelands. 

     

    So yes we moved north and in our wake the last gasps of Velothi faithful number enough to pose a threat were heard and put down and the so-called Golden Age of the Tribunal was at last allowed to continue unabated. 

     

     

    To be continued.....

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