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My trek away from the ravages of the Civil War carried me through lands few dared travel. A world of ice and tundra visions danced before me, the delusional death grip of hallucination feeding me musing whimsy in a place known only for its final toll on the untrained body. Aye, but I was trained. I was fueled by spite and maddened with sorrowful rage at the waste of this Civil War that I barreled through ice and snow and hidden bears waiting to pounce on my unsuspecting form.
It was in this turning away from Nordic woes that I found servitude to those whose names have withstood time itself. The Daedric Princes – the beings whose invocation was all but dead. In this barren waste of frost, I was tasked by Azura to reclaim her star. It was an easy quest, or so it seemed, until I was thrust inside the very object itself to defeat an unwanted vagrant.
Within Azura’s Star, a whole new world unveiled itself. Spacious and seemingly unending, this realm could house the souls of an insurmountable number of beings with much ease. Entire parties of disorderly fellows with a penchant for destruction could feasibly find solace here, their tendencies unhindered and unaffected as their parties rage within the back pocket of an unsuspecting carrier waltzing about town.
Excuse me, fair wench, is that a party down your blouse, or is Azura’s star currently empty? The possibilities know no end, and these ceaseless parties could carry forth without the demands of a permit or public approval. Within these hidden realms, freedom discovers the means of its existence.
With that noted, there is a darker concern at play. If this object houses the fabrications of its own cosmos away from the woes of Skyrim, what other objects within Tamriel’s realm house the same? And can they be destroyed? By the mere devouring of an ordinary-looking apple, have I unknowingly committed mass genocide against a whole race of little people, singing their songs and dancing their jigs within the ripened fruit of a tree’s offering to the world? How could I have known that it was, indeed, a magical apple whose existence housed a dimension of merry folk? Have I digested them? Has my stomach incinerated them in a sea of growling hunger, and I was too lacking in keen-ness to hear their gurgling screams of torment? How many civilizations have I obliterated by the trudging of my foot and the curiosity of my tongue?
This worries me. It means the slightest movement of my body and the lightest expulsion of gas can alter the course of Tamriel in the gravest of ways. Far be it from me to shy away from spitting upon ants when boredom plagues my mind, but what if I have destroyed creatures smaller than ants? Creatures like me that think and speak and laugh and drink?
My mind carries forth a concern formerly unknown and a headache that fares worse than a violent skull-splitting. I shall sit and think upon this for a while as the falling snow nestles around me.
~Cornelius G Thundercock
Posts Tagged With: The Black Star
Found at the Shrine of Azura
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My trek away from the ravages of the Civil War carried me through lands few dared travel. A world of ice and tundra visions danced before me, the delusional death grip of hallucination feeding me musing whimsy in a place known only for its final toll on the untrained body. Aye, but I was trained. I was fueled by spite and maddened with sorrowful rage at the waste of this Civil War that I barreled through ice and snow and hidden bears waiting to pounce on my unsuspecting form.
It was in this turning away from Nordic woes that I found servitude to those whose names have withstood time itself. The Daedric Princes – the beings whose invocation was all but dead. In this barren waste of frost, I was tasked by Azura to reclaim her star. It was an easy quest, or so it seemed, until I was thrust inside the very object itself to defeat an unwanted vagrant.
Within Azura’s Star, a whole new world unveiled itself. Spacious and seemingly unending, this realm could house the souls of an insurmountable number of beings with much ease. Entire parties of disorderly fellows with a penchant for destruction could feasibly find solace here, their tendencies unhindered and unaffected as their parties rage within the back pocket of an unsuspecting carrier waltzing about town.
Excuse me, fair wench, is that a party down your blouse, or is Azura’s star currently empty? The possibilities know no end, and these ceaseless parties could carry forth without the demands of a permit or public approval. Within these hidden realms, freedom discovers the means of its existence.
With that noted, there is a darker concern at play. If this object houses the fabrications of its own cosmos away from the woes of Skyrim, what other objects within Tamriel’s realm house the same? And can they be destroyed? By the mere devouring of an ordinary-looking apple, have I unknowingly committed mass genocide against a whole race of little people, singing their songs and dancing their jigs within the ripened fruit of a tree’s offering to the world? How could I have known that it was, indeed, a magical apple whose existence housed a dimension of merry folk? Have I digested them? Has my stomach incinerated them in a sea of growling hunger, and I was too lacking in keen-ness to hear their gurgling screams of torment? How many civilizations have I obliterated by the trudging of my foot and the curiosity of my tongue?
This worries me. It means the slightest movement of my body and the lightest expulsion of gas can alter the course of Tamriel in the gravest of ways. Far be it from me to shy away from spitting upon ants when boredom plagues my mind, but what if I have destroyed creatures smaller than ants? Creatures like me that think and speak and laugh and drink?
My mind carries forth a concern formerly unknown and a headache that fares worse than a violent skull-splitting. I shall sit and think upon this for a while as the falling snow nestles around me.
~Cornelius G Thundercock
