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Inevitability

The storm over Red Mountain spun endlessly upon itself, a furious, blight-ridden spiral of smoke, ash, and cinders.  Hovering over the shimmering blue wall of the Ghostfence, Naya held up a gauntleted hand against the torrent of harsh, stinging wind spilling over the top of the magical barrier and surveyed through pained, squinting eyes the jagged wasteland before her, presumably haunted by legions of the wretched monstrosities transformed by Dagoth Ur.  The fallen revolutionary struggled to keep her composure as her mind was flooded with the overwhelming imagery of two-fold vision, the mundane sight of the barren landscape overlaid with the starkly vivid un-memories that had become increasingly frequent.  Simultaneously she saw the region both as the blasted hellscape it was now and as the grand battleground it must once have been, the rocky ground barely visible through the vast armies arrayed against each other: the Dwemer, their braided and bejeweled beards falling over resplendent golden platemail, their ranks bolstered by many hundreds of fearsome automatons, standing firm to defend the mountain; and against them the Chimer, their army formed of many tribes, each with its own armor and weaponry, all united under one great elven banner—and her, yet not her, at their head.  

Naya pressed a hand to her face, passing her palm over the short spikes of bone protruding in a line from her scales, struggling to banish the false memories.  The farther she progressed along the path of this prophecy, the more often these flashed of past thoughts and feelings forced their way through into her consciousness. That was NOT me—I have never seen this place before. And yet… Hadn’t she? Had these memories, this connection to Nerevar, always been a part of her?  Had the path she had begun merely dragged them from dormancy, or had it implanted them? Naya turned and mentally altered the path of the flight spell still coursing through her from her potion, soaring southward toward the metropolis of Vivec. As the volcanic wastes slowly transitioned to greener, more settled lands below her, she pondered: when she finally faced the devil Dagoth Ur, as it seemed ever more inevitable she would, how much of herself would remain… her?

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Hey, been a while since I’ve been on this website. Just posting to say hi, I still love you all, and I’m gonna be posting some new stuff. I’ve been on a huge Elder Scrolls kick thanks to @mcmissileproof and I’ve finally been talked into writing some fic about my Morrowind character. Just doing some quick scenes for now, gonna post the first one shortly.

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A Case Study In Cylindrical Cosmology

Transcribed in 4719, in an Unknown Location

As I write this, I gaze out the open window of my inn room at an unfamiliar sky of alien constellations, a blazing celestial dance of forces beyond what until recently I could never have dreamed existed.  And yet while these strange heavens differ from what we know in so many details–the beings who dwell there, even the structure and compositions of the planets themselves–they resemble our own sky, our own plane of existence, in the most fundamental of ways: the same physical laws that we have studiously attempted to catalogue and explain govern this universe, just as they govern ours.  A universe not our own that adheres to the same set of stringent physical laws, laws which, I remind you, do not hold true outside the Material Plane–the implications are enormous, as I will attempt to convey, but first: some history, and some context.

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Concept: you know how most media depicts Tolkien-style elves as being super jaded by immortality?

What if it was the opposite?

Like, you have stories where a sad thing happens and an elf cries for a hundred years, or where courtships last for decades, or what have you. Let’s run with that: part of the whole immortality deal is that elves’ emotional responses don’t attenuate as readily as humans’ do.

New relationship? The “heady infatuation” stage lasts for years, not months.

Heard an awesome song? Hearing it for the hundredth time is just as moving as hearing it for the very first.

Favourite food? Eat it for every meal and never get sick of it.

Basically, what I’m saying is imagine elves being really, really annoying because they respond emotionally to everything like they’re experiencing it for the very first time, even when you know they’ve seen it a thousand times before.

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In addition to this: what we would conceive as ‘fads’ they get really into.

Like, a fashion trend kicks off and instead of moving onto the next big thing, elves make it The Only Way to Dress. As great as this is for mortals who love retro clothing, imagine Crocs and silly bands being popular for a century. Adult elves who still sit around trying to persuade their friends to trade a giraffe band for what they swear is a phoenix but is really a regular bird.

This doesn’t just apply to clothing so have some elves who never grew out of their scene phase. Emo elves who seriously introduce themselves as Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way or some similarly overwrought name.

Humans don’t know whether to be fascinated or amused at it all.

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Humans think there are different subspecies of elves, but really they’re just different factions of incredibly devoted trendsters.

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……“what if”

And those among us who have known the Eldar, and maybe have loved them, say on our side: “There is no weariness in the eyes of the Elves.” And we find that they do not understand the saying that goes among Men: too often seen is seen no longer. And they wonder much that in the tongues of Men the same word may mean both “long-known” and “stale”. ‘We have thought that this was so only because the Elves have lasting life and undiminished vigor. “Grown-up children” we, the guests, sometimes call you, my lord.

- J.R.R. Tolkien, “Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth,” Morgoth’s Ring (Histories of Middle-Earth vol. X)

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