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With Nerevar's blessing, even Merethid knows it's not the time yet to confront Vivec, she walks toward the Warrior-Poet.


"I've been watching you, bitch." Vivec growls, "You may evade all and even convert some of the Ordinators, but not ME.

"First you managed to join the Temple, acting extraordinarily faithful, but then took advantage of your foreigner identity to get into imperial factions at the same time, spreading heresy. To be a double agent, all things to all people. What a sultry infidel. You handled those False Incarnates nicely, you turned Temple Dunmer your allies, but then you crowned yourself as a Nerevarine."

"Not just apparently faithful, I try very hard to be a true servant loyal to the Tribunal Temple and you, Lord Vivec. My love is wholehearted. You know I'm not lying. The Ghostfence can prove that."

"You seem to know much more than the Gods here. Much more than you should. This is my realm, Vehk's playground. How can I tolerate YOU, whoever you truly are, to act shady in my own backyard? Should I kill you on the spot and erase your existence right now just in case?"

"You know that you can't. As Daedric Princes are to the mortals, you might be the baron who pulls the strings and oversees the whole operation of egg mines, the cattle or the miners won't have any chance to play against you. A forced sacrifice is never a martyr at will. If a lord and his subjects love each other, who cares about the power. I'm the kind ideas in their souls, unravelable but also unwaverable from your firm grip. I can't be banished even you kill these workers for good. I don't even fight against you, or ALMSIVI. All I do is helping us all, to make Morrowind a better place for the people."

"What a grand and intoxicating idiocy, you think yourself a savior? I am a God. I can stop you from whatever you plan to start off, and imprison the prisoner to eternity."

"If so, you would lose a potential ally to win this game... or at least not to lose the game. It would make the whole thing more difficult if you sit on the opposite side, but you can't really stop me. Besides, I have a counter-proposal."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Independence from Daedric Princes."

Vivec looks shocked, hir eyes widen wildly, "How dare you...?"

"Save your precious Muatra for yourself. It was YOU telling me so in order to earn my trust when I became a Champion of Azura."

"So... You are indeed the prophesied NEREVARINE... an outlander! And you are fully aware of this nuisance."

"Was. Or will be. Whatever." She gloats, "Nerevarine means Nerevar-in-me."

"Fascinating..." Vivec pauses, back in a moment he asks, "What do you expect of me?"

"We both know, you are enlightened, you are a god above metaphysics but somehow bound to this Dream. You sing your glorified warsongs. Face it, you don't wanna submit it all to another not-so-aware Dreamer, Sleeper, your darkness, the hidden side of the Monomyth. It's a game you have no retreat. You still need a Nerevarine.

"I need you to just stand out of my way, as it were. Until I'm strong enough to confront Dagoth Ur, for Love's sake."

"And become the Nerevar Reborn to cast down all the False Gods, won't you? You think I'll let you be Azura's puppet freely?"

"I'm sure you will be fine without the stolen godhood yourself. Still, better than beaten from the source within." She skips mentioning Baar Dau. "You can say that defeating the Sharmat is the common goal we all share, top priority."

"For a human, you seem caring the Dunmer business too much. No doubt you've already known my plan, but why should I trust you?"

"Before that, the final confrontation, we bargain the Heart with the Prince in the name of Lord Nerevar that we'll break the enchantment and destroy the tools once and for all, just as promised. But reverting Morrowind to its prior state shouldn't be what its people today want, are we going to sacrifice these majority just for an old Folly? You know, I know, Azura knows.

"True, the past was a tragedy ought to be forgotten. But Lord Nerevar never had a chance to fulfill his duty—to speak with Azura for all the matters—he was killed, murdered, and undone, halfway. This time, we will do it right.

"We'll peacefully convert the Temple or any existing worship on Morrowind into One—or none, so that we won't fall into certain ideological traps leading only to dead ends—that equally loves and respects the ancestors in spirit but no more zealous laws spoken from a deity, self-claimed or not. No power should be wielded by few.

"No inhabitant is going to be forced outcast from Morrowind, all shall keep out of harm's way so long as they love this land and its people."

"Even the Sixth House and the Empire you say?"

"House Dagoth, the lost Great House unmourned. If any of them still survives, willing to comply. As for the Empire, it was you who invited them, be a host."

"Easier said than done, by a mortal. How could you be so naive? Conflicts will be utterly inevitable, always. Besides, Daedra will be Daedra nevertheless."

"Not just a mortal, but someone who could unite Morrowind once again and finish what the gods couldn't.

"The Nerevarine, and friends."

"Very well," Vivec ponders, "The sooner you successfully mantle this role and overthrow Dagoth Ur, the better."

With a short but solemn silence, they both nod.

Merethid lets out a lightest sigh and lowers down her guard, knowing that Vivec has been persuaded as planned. The exact way she wants Vivec to think.

"But one condition," Vivec adds.

She turns around.

"Hand me over Nerevar's soul in you!"

"How? Wait, darn it! Viiiiiveeeec..."


"I'll build my own VEREVARINE." Vivec smirks and sneers, in their Palace. "A Dunmer candidate would be perfect."

Now Merethid walks on an even harsher path to fulfill the Nerevarine Prophecies.
Though not entirely hopeless, Time will be of the essence, the Moon-and-Star being at risk.