Morrowind
Testimony of the Sharmat _Part I

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Waking Dreams




"Come Nerevar!

I'm the most loyal, respectful servant and most beautiful noble vassal of yours. Together we will set the world aright.
Come! Share the fest with us. Come! Lay down your weapons. You look terrible. It is not too late for my mercy."

"He should let me pass." Merethid sheaths Temreki, Shackler of Souls, that just had Dagoth Gilvoth who stood in the way slain. "So were the Ascendeds. They are all goners."

"Wasn't the special surprise my servant Gares and I prepared for you enjoyable, dear friend? With my blessing, how do you like the conversations among our people, isn't it wonderful to know more about us Sixth House in flesh and blood first-hand?"

"Gross. Can't scare me again though. I did all what Dagoth Araynys asked me to do, Berel Sala had been ruled out for good..." –*cough cough*– "But in the end, no reason not to wipe out Mamaea, your kindred needs to be stopped."

"Pity. But don't worry, the Heart will reform my brothers one day like those daedra. Hope you'll see them again. At least they managed to bring you to us, or 'encourage' you so. So you have removed the Ordinator craphead and made that a solemn warning to your fake usurpers anyway. Are you ready to join us?"

"As a former Temple member, I was denied by Vivec, the only Tribunal who still operates in Vvardenfell,"

"Go onnn. I'm listlistening." Musically fidgetting with a strange but familiar tempo.

"But I'm not here to," Breathing hard, she doesn't seem too well. "...join the bandwagon. I mean, Dagothwave?"


"It feels like home as if it happened yesterday, old friend, as I can name you so now. So why are you always mad-dreaming? The last time I was not Nerevar Reborn himself, just a random soul happened to fulfill the legend and mantled it with blessings; This time neither am I again. I have no Nerevar's soul in me, it was ripped by Vivec for his vanity project (Verevarine)...."

"Nerevarine Prophecies were just an intoxicating fairytale ever created to give them 'hope'. How can a lie beat the truth?"

"How about lies? See the Ashlander named Julan near the Ghostgate down there? He could be an ideal Dunmeri Nerevar Reborn. He absolutely got the Fire in him. And I had him 'cured' of the Corprus already. You can't stop us both. There is another named Jiub, also my best friend. Vivec chose him and somehow blessed him with the stolen soul of Nerevar as if Azura did it. Personally I don't really know what to think about it, but I guess multiple Nerevarines are better than one for sure. Don't forget Keening is no longer in your hand, that's two on one, you have little chance even you kill me right on the spot. Actually, you got none. There will be more ready to take the mantle of the future Hortator when necessary. My existence and experience proved that Nerevarine may not be the one and only. All you did was just to accelerate the fulfillment of Nerevarine Prophecies, and you are everyone's archfoe for eternity. One god against the world means the total destruction. Is that what you want exactly?"

"So you are just here to talk before you die. Fine, moon-and-star, dance one more last time, you deserve my tune."

"Told you, Dreamer, I'm merely a messenger with a death wish. Keep dreaming in your world alone in the dahrk."

"But you have Nerevar's sweet spirit, his name, and his true color." Voryn, once the Lord High Councillor and an incredible advisor, stuck in silence for seconds, "Join me. Before all become too late."

"You mean fully submitting mine to your will, which is all I'm against. Is that the vision Veloth showed to the Chimer? To become godlike beings ourselves? In a cheap and convenient way without appropriate truthful pilgrim, even by outlander standards? Even we do, we still have to obey the countless layered laws of nature, in order to better our incomplete selves. Isn't that why mortality exists, to truly improve ourselves further than where the immortals cannot, because they aren't going to die to learn the final secret of universe?

She continues,

"You say you want to build a true new God. What if the Daedric Princes don't like your idea ultimately? What's the point of Veloth's teachings when you are scheming to overwhelm the ancestors and all the rules. Your Old Glory is a lie. Nerevar confessed that. Besides I myself am not interested in your long dead wet phantasy. A glorified dream destined to doom. You are not saving Morrowind."

"You are wrong. All we do is to show them the dream, vision, and revelation. It's them who decide what to believe. Their will of freedom. Don't you see it now? Mortals have too much suffering, they need a true God to cease the everlasting war in Arena, what suits better for the role than Anumidium itself? This is the only way to ease their pains once and for all. Akulakhan will make our marvelous Dream come true."

"No. You are. Whether you make a dream in dream come true or not, it will ultimately remain a dream even yours becomes the One Dream, and merely an illusion. Nothing will be missed once the boresome mare ends. The Dwemer who had bitten the sour yam before you, realizing themselves are no longer meaningful to live on. Their existence couldn't hold the truth that they're NOT NEEDED by the world anymore."

"You never know which a struggling soul would choose: Being liberated forever. Or to 'improve themselves' and suffer."

Deep in Voryn's mind, he knows why he was born a House noble. He always embraces the comforts and rejects the struggles.

"So, free will to choose you just said? Each one you 'saved' via your dream only hurts the rest of the world more. The more failed visions you convince the converted you wished them, the firmer they believe in you and their own 'choices'. Just like most bewitching cults out there, this is how the mundane mentality works. As Sotha Sil would say, impossible to perfect the imperfections from within fundamentally. As though the history will cruelly forget the existences of false gods after they fall, you will end up erasing your subjects' identities down to zero. In the end, only yourself need your tragic lone Dream.

"We can still save Morrowind from its twisted shackles, it's not too late for Nerevar and Veloth's sake." The former Nerevarine who witnessed the aftermath of the Red Year pleas.

"And free the land of foreign rulers and divine pretenders?"

To their hearts' content, both agree what he just said. "You decide," She says.

"Join me. We need to find a way to coexist. In peace and harmony we shall make them listen. Nerevarine will instead handle this job for mutual good."

Dagoth Ur starts to laugh maniacally all of the sudden.

"By an n'wah like you? I don't thinks so. Who do you think you are, naivety? You are nothing but a pawn, a tool manipulated by Daedra deafs and others, one of the puppets of the Cyrodilic Empire. Please don't make me laugh, even Nerevar himself won't change my mind if he negates. Why would Resdayn need a petty nobody who betrays both sides more than a promising almighty god?"

"Now you ARE fully Awake." It works. "Like I said, Nerevarine is not alone. Tell me, what are you planning for the newly constructed Brass God? A fetish to worship or a powerful tool to conquer? Do you think you can do better than your false companions?"

"Awake!? Where were the actual 'gods' when we needed them the most? How can THEY let Nerevar and the whole Resdayn die like that? To be a better Nerevarine?"


Merethid has no words. All the moment frozen still breaths is the sadness, of the two mourning souls.

The love toward the land and its people is so grave, neither time nor space can downplay this pathos.

They are somehow resonated.

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    Dagoth Ur is much more difficult to write about than expected. I thought I could finish this encounter fast to build their conflict and introduce the Sharmat into the scene, but he is such a core character in Morrowind that the more I dug in fundamental details for every following(past) event, the more other things I had to make up for continuity. This one literally took me months to polish since June, along with stuff happened in busy life.

    Literally, I have to split it into more parts due to its length and arguably loose structure.
    The next part is involving the past of Dagoth and what exactly happened in Voryn's viewpoint.
    The Last will be more leaning to the metaphysical side of their ways to resolve the problems.

    P.S. At this point I've completed about three-fourths of the texts, though I don't know what image idea will suit for these latter parts. Dagoth Ur himself has already showed up, but I think I will leave them be and find something else in my actual walkthrough (currently optional Mamaea).

    This first part is to set up the conflict, to justify the cause who the heck Dagoth Ur is and why he has been doing all the Sixth House shenanigans. As many Morrowinders can relate, Dagoth Ur is never your typical 2-Dimensional evil endgame boss who seeks only destruction and chaos. Some even think he is holier than the Tribunal. In my headcanon I want him and his relationship with the player to be believable. But I have no intention to make him another (my version of) mortal Mr. House in Fallout New Vegas. Dagoth Ur is still a god being, and a powerful one. He and Nerevar (and others) have a history, should have some feats most of us will accept no matter who the Nerevarine you play is, which can be written in stone without worrying about different account lore facts in the Elder Scrolls universe. I would like to show or emphasize these immutable characters of his, the genes within the godly immortal him and the mer with remorse who ascended from.