#the Nerevarine

[maxs-hot-takes]

Being the Hero of Tamriel will sure take a lot out of a person. The stress of having to protect other combined with the lack of recognition and the fact that you will always have people after your head, is a lot for one person. But the real question is...

Edit: IM SORRY I MEANT TO PUT AN OPTION FOR THE OTHER PCS BUT HAD A BRAIN FART AMD FORGOT IM SO SORRY

[iamnotshazam]

TES III Morrowind post -

A Nerevarine that, for all their humility, does not escape the power of the Heart. They wielded the Tools. They touched it even closer than the Tribunal or Dagoth Ur ever did, as the Nerevarine removed the Dwemer spell barrier channeling the power through the Tools. The Heart of the world, that was made to satisfy the other, that laughed at destruction and loved existence too well to cease. The same Heart that changed the spirit of Voryn Dagoth into Dagoth Ur merely by proximity.

A Nerevarine that chooses to not become a god. Not because Vivec never revealed the technique, nor because Indoril Nerevar chose not to in the past, nor because Azura is watching. But because they see the wreckage it made of people that might have once been true friends, Nerevar and House Dagoth and the Tribunal, and how the blessings the Tribunal thought eternal were, in the end, as impermanent as their underlying mortality. The Heart and its power was not theirs, but the world's.

A Nerevarine that touches the Heart, twice-insulated by Dwemer gauntlet holding knife and hammer, cutting at the pericardic seal on its overflowing power. And a Heart that "sees" a little mortal creature who chooses to accept the struggle given from their shared creator, Lorkhan. The Heart does not have a will of its own, but it is made to satisfy the other.

The Nerevarine changes. Perhaps it's the echo of dying near the Heart in a past life, perhaps it's because they chose to follow what others tried to force into a destiny, perhaps it's dumb luck. Mortals cannot stop change. Not even ageless mortals pretending to be gods, nor thrice-loyal stewards become devils, nor a hero healed of the divine disease and given accidental agelessness. The Nerevarine changes.

Are they Nerevar, or did they become a Nerevarine? Were they tricked, or have they tricked everyone else? Is this Nerevar a true rebirth, a reincarnation through sympathetic Azura reborn unaware? But would that also not leave them as processed through another's will as Trinimac was to become Malacath? Or would that be Arkay of death and birth, or even Akatosh of time, who ate and changed them? Does it even matter? It seems not to, right up until they are standing next to a power that makes death of immortals and eternal life of mortals. A known aid to Mantling. Hell of a time, when the Sharmat is breathing down your neck, to start remembering the trusting face of Voryn Dagoth. Or are the memories like dreams, and the Nerevarine has been sleeping this whole time?

The Nerevarine awakens, and changes.

Maybe now they always hear their heart and the hearts of others, beating away. Or they feel the current location and status of the Heart, locked away in magma flows and safe from tampering. Maybe they can change swiftly between Chimer and Dunmer, and Azura smiles and does not say if it's her power or their own. Or they can change between Mer and Man, or even Beast. Maybe it's only between their reborn shape, whatever species it may be, and that of Indoril Nerevar.

Whenever they look at the Imperial merging of Akatosh and Shor in tapestry or stained-glass window, the back of their skull aches and their heart feels ready to beat out of their chest. Sometimes they feel stabbing pains through the chest and their feet go numb and their face feels slack. The robe brushing their skin, the candle-smoke wafting into their nose, the chanting words pouring out of their mouth: it all feels like betrayal. Other times they feel ready to break into eight pieces, or like they might reach into their enemy's chest and pull out the heart without breaking skin.

(They tell none of this to Vivec when they return, or Almalexia when ensnared into her new scheme. They are surrounded by people in these cities named after gods who do not deserve it, people celebrating the defeat of Dagoth Ur and the return of Nerevar. Which the Tribunal now says they always knew was coming, but had to play the part.

And the Nerevarine wonders why they find themselves wanting to ask Sotha Sil for advice, when he is the enemy, and might even have been the first traitor of the three. Then they come upon his mechanical corpse, and before they realize the full implications, they think, Ah. Ayem went after the least resolute, the most likely to help me . . . Wait. Oh shit-)

Maybe they can feel where - although it's more like when, but sideways - time almost broke again, in the heart chamber. Was that the second time they were in there, if counting past lives, or merely the first? They can feel a . . . a something, a somewhen, a different time in which Vehk, Seht, and Ayem were gods from the beginning, or the Dwemer properly ascended, or the Nords overran Resdayn, or Nerevar believed Voryn and together they killed his teacher, his friend, his wife-

Time flows and they can sense the eyes of the gods looking at them through the veil. Either they go crazy and scream at them all like the Whitestrake did, or they choose - choose, again and again - to continue acting of their own power and volition. It's all a mortal can do.

[thescrolls-haveforetold]

art trade for. @unknownhomosapien . IM SORRY AGAIN FOR FORGETTING ABT THE GLASS PAULDRON AHSHSHAH

[sugaredtea]

The Hermit { revenge for @arcturite }

[shivering-isles-cryptid]

People always talk about how in Morrowind and Skyrim, the players are parts of prophecy, but how in Oblivion the player is just a guy, but they never really talk about how much.

In Morrowind, the main game is a prophecy. Tribunal is an extension of that prophecy. Bloodmoon is another prophecy.

In Skyrim, the main game is a prophecy. Dragonborn is an extension of that prophecy. Dawnguard is another prophecy.

But in Oblivion, in the main game the player is just there. In Knights of the Nine, the player is just there. In Shivering Isles, the player is just there.

People never really talk about how the Hero of Kvatch is the most Random Dude anyone can be.

[the-sixth-house-unmourned]

"She-of-the-snake-skirt" "Snake-Skirt" is an Oblivion protag I made for the Thieves Guild storyline! And eventually, she became my Nerevarine's mentor-figure!

[nerevarbignaturals]

what if i changed my url to nerevarbignaturals

[lilypads17]

heres my half dunmer half khajiit ohmes rhat nerevarine who hates every second he spends in morrowind until he very suddenly realizes its her home now OOPS

[valthari-andari]

Name: Kalvana

Race: Dunmer

Gender: Female

Titles: The Nerevarine, Protector of Morrowind, Nerevar-Born-Again, Moon-and-Star, The Eternal, Lady Morrowind, Queen/King of Morrowind.

Fighting Styles / class: Warrior

Weapon(s): Goldbrand

Partner: Male Ashlander

Family: The Lord and Lady of Mournhold (grandparents), Queen Barenziah (Mother), unknown father, Dralsi Indoril (Half Sister), Karliah (Niece), Helseth Hlaalu (Half Brother), Morgiah (Half sister), Valthari Andar (daughter), Unnamed Grandchild(ren), Kaiden (Son-in-law)

Bio:

Kalvana was born to Barenziah and an unknown lover in a city of Morrowind. Shortly after her birth a servant who was a secret follower of Vaermina sensed asura 's blessing upon the child and stole her away. Using a spell, she erased the child from Barenziah's memory.

She took the babe to the imperial city, intending to bring her to a cult but was intercepted by a guard. Kalvana was taken from her and raised in an orphanage.

Eventually, she was arrested for murdering a man who attempted to assault a friend of hers, and eventually sent to Morrowind. There she becomes the Nerevarine.

In 4E 6 she leaves to discover a way to stop the eruption. She takes a break and visits her Ashlander lover towards the end of 4E 170. At 4E 171 she returns to Solstheim and gives birth to her daughter Valthari. Kalvana stays with her for a year before being forced to leave again.

Eventually, she returns and is able to buy a stop to the Red Mountain's eruption, and with the help of her daughter they are eventually able to rebuild Morrowind.

Kalvana stays in Morrowind and takes her place as Morrowind's protector. Eventually the civilians give her many names and titles, such as “Lady Morrowind,” and “The Eternal.” Once she returns to Morrowind she is crowned the King of Morrowind.

[finalshaper]

I love the idea of Nerevarine teldryn that I’m gonna work with it. he was one of the failed incarnates and failed solely on the basis of being a young child at the time. Didn’t stop him from trying to follow Llethri though, when he appeared before the Urshilaku claiming to be the one true Nerevar. Teldryn was much brighter and lighter then, even though he envied Llethri. He wanted to follow him though despite the fact he was a kid with play-armor and play-weapons and yet an odd aptitude for fire magic. He wanted to prove himself and earn his markings as a great warrior to his tribe if not the Nerevarine then surely the young bright eyed yet unexpectedly powerful sidekick. Llethri would protect this kid with his life and didn’t doubt his skill for a moment but he would very quickly become a liability precisely because he was so young and inexperienced even if he would protest and beg to prove himself. Llethri would try to let him down easy but this would be met with stubbornness, to which Llethri in an act of concern would as sternly as possible tell him that he’s too young, that he would end up hurt or worse and he simply isn’t ready or even armed properly. That he doesn’t know what he’s getting into. That he would hate to have the mark of letting a child die on his conscience. That maybe when this is over Llethri will come back and if he’s more experienced and older then he will bring him along on some light ruins exploration, because he was to the belief that field experience was the best teacher but what he was doing was simply far too dangerous.

To which Teldryn would protest that he was tired of being treated as if he was incapable just because he was a child, that because he’s a child it seems like nobody is even giving him the opportunity to surprise them, that he won’t be their little baby forever and he wants them to give him the chance at least once. To which Llethri empathized, dear gods he did, but this child before him was just that. A child that thinks he’s more experienced than he actually is, surely skilled but not enough just yet. He was scarred less whether from battle or through the scarification the Ashlanders practiced, especially when compared to others even slightly older than him. Llethri just wanted him to understand that he doesn’t doubt the boy’s skill but this is way above his current skill level. But this was a child with the spirit of fire within him who refused to back down and Llethri had to pretend that that little shadow wasn’t tailing him in the dark.

Llethri felt that the boy was going to follow him no matter what he did, and he wasn’t going to demand he basically be imprisoned or monitored whenever he visited where the Urshilaku were camped. This does mean we get some very tense moments where Llethri has to step in and make sure that this little guy doesn’t get himself steamrolled while also proving that he was right and he in fact wasn’t yet ready, even if he promised hey, I’m learning, I promise I’m learning and getting better. And Llethri didn’t want to treat him like a liability but he was in a position where he had almost no choice. This child although quite skilled was still not his equal and was more likely to get killed or even catch corprus. It was only when this child was faced with the fact that Llethri was right head-on that he, terrified now, agreed to let Llethri bring him back home and to stay put. For now.

It wouldn’t be long until he was compelled back to wandering.

[nerimaha]

«So you are well aware that when mother finds out, she will kill both of us? You for getting into this mess, and me for not stopping you?»

«Oh relax, my little claw. Have I ever let bad things happen to you?»

Rescued by a Khajiit beggar and raised by her as her own son, Moran never questioned whether they were indeed his family. There was no reason - they loved him, protected him and perceived him as one of their own.

However, it worked both ways - and when Vanjiranyrr began working for the thieves guild in Bravil, Moran was endlessly worried and feared about the safety of his older sister...

I'm so glad I can finally draw them both! Their sibling dynamic actually explains about 80% of how Moran goes in his life.

Well, pre-trauma of prothesy and gettin' Nerevar in his head, of course (´﹏｀;）

[maranio]

[sugaredtea]

one of my fav renditions of my nerevarine by @sothasil

[peachyhoneyadventures]

Shelith Avalen, the Nerevarine

[ashvampire]

Summary:

The Nerevarine, sick from the Blight, tries to make it to Tel Fyr. She never makes it there.

Decided to post this on ao3 since I think the formatting works better there for this fic. Just a heads up that I often forget to check ao3 so I’m much more likely to see your comments here!