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 Agronath was born on a rather cloudy day. His demonic father, Faarkal, had mated with the ugly, wretched woman, Mawstad. Surprisingly, with Mawstad’s dark blue, smooth skin and Faarkal’s tan, rough flesh, Agronath turned out to have a snow white, pale complexion. When Agronath was growing up in his shabby old village, he never left his raggedy shack due to his father’s strict and terrible rules. Growing up was challenging and very difficult for him even though he was a one of the most powerful beings in the vast multiverse. When Agronath was a mere 10 year old, he realized his vile father was acting abnormal. He constantly complained that he was famished. Agronath wondered why his father was suffering from starvation.

 Not long after Faarkal’s constant rants of hunger, Agronath witnessed the reason of his father’s endless complaints. One hot day, Faarkal burst from his raggedy home and roared out the most terrifying roar that ever existed and traversed his old porch. He slashed his great, silver claws through the decaying supports of the rotten porch. The unstable roof now collapsed on to the house. Agronath frantically scrambled out of the remnants of the house. “Souls!”, Faarkal screamed in a dark horrifying growl. Mephistopheles then sprinted across the old village slicing the innocent and ripping the very soul from the corpses. Agronath watched in horror as his father slaughtered everyone in his village. His father stood over the many bodies that were once citizens of the village of Hackdirt.

 Agronath being only ten years old walked up to his violent father. “This is what you are meant to do, Agronath,” Faarkal said panting steadily, “You must feast on souls as I do.” Agronath stared, his mouth opened wide, nodded fearfully. Agronath then spent the next 20 years living in the abandoned village with his demonic father in solitude. On one fateful day, Faarkal walked in his now 30 year old son’s room. He tossed him a dark, horned mask and said, “Agronath, I created you so you can eliminate all Divine worship in this puny world.” Agronath, now suddenly enraged, turned around as fast as a rabbit can run, and shanked his father. The wretched fiend turned and sprinted out the raggedy shack screaming that he will be back. The beast disappeared into a purple void. Agronath, standing tall and proud, lifted the dark mask and stuffed it into a large knapsack. Agronath, with his snowy, white hair gleaming in the soft sun, his pale skin shining, and his pitch black eyes squinting, was now free.

 He treaded along the southern road. Agronath, unknowingly, was heading towards the city of Skingrad. He arrived at the northern gate where he was met by a young woman by the name of Atherium. “Excuse me sir,” she said in a strong voice, “Would you like to go on a quest with me to stop a Skooma operation?” Agronath stared at the red headed slim woman. “Sure,” he said in his deep, evil voice. Atherium backed away with fear. Then she noticed the slight smile on the pale man’s face. “Let’s go,” Atherium said with caution. On the way, they exchanged names, information, and their home towns. Agronath however lied about everything except his name. When they arrived at the small house they saw no one. Not a soul was in sight. That’s when it hit the demonic man. He turned and grabbed the young woman and ran. She tried to stop him but she soon ran along with him. She to, had noticed the dark shadow appear out of thin air. They sprinted through the forest. They heard the terrifying pants of the horrid demon behind them. They sprinted onward until they finally halted. Agronath looked behind them. He could not spot the shadowy figure amongst the thick trees.

 Almost fifteen minutes had passed when Agronath chose to speak. “That thing back there….Did you..,”

 “Yes. I saw him,” Atherium interrupted. Agronath made a silent nod and sat on a mossy tree stump. “Would you like to travel with me?” Agronath asked abruptly. Atherium looked up with a grin. “Oh yes!” she replied with excitement. Agronath, looking surprised, now his visage calm, took the red headed, Blue eyed, mercenary by the hand and pulled her up.

 For 2 years they traveled together doing jobs for the unfortunate civilians they passed. The two misfits bought a small cottage near the coast. All was well for those two years, but one day Agronath decided that he would make their relationship last forever. The pale, white haired man purposed to the lovely woman, Atherium. She accepted and they wed on the day after the proposition. From his wedding day to where he is now, he was haunted by nightmares of his father coming to him and destroying his newfound home. One terrible day Agronath lived his nightmare.

 Agronath had just awakened on that sunny morning. He walked into the dining area in the center of his home and sat at the long table. Atherium came out of the kitchen with a smile on her face. “What’s got you in such a good mood?” Agronath asked in a cheery voice. She smiled even brighter now. “I’m Pregnant!” she screamed aloud. Agronath laughed with gratefulness. “How long?” he asked in the same manner. Atherium sat in one of the many mahogany chairs. “I went to the healer in town to see why my abdomen was in pain. She cast a spell on me. She jumped up and she told me that I was pregnant!” Atherium screamed.

 “How long have you bared a child I ask?!” Agronath yelled with joy. Atherium jumped out of the fine chair. “It’s been 4 months,” She said with some happiness.

 Night fell around 8:00 on the clear evening. The couple sat at the dining table to eat their evening meal. They talked much about the child’s name. Agronath wanted it to be a boy by the name of Zu’Fie. “Why?” Atherium asked with curiosity. Agronath sat his silver fork on his wooden plate. “He was my favorite story book character,” he said plainly. Atherium shrugged and began eating once again.

The couple was getting ready for bed when it happened. The two sat on the bed speaking of the unborn child. Sleep overtook Agronath and Atherium as well. All was silent. Then, all of a sudden Faarkal burst though the wooden roof! The couple rolled out of the cow skin bed. Atherium let out a cry of pain as she hit the floor. Agronath, however, sprang up instantly to face the awful beast. Agronath’s attacks were ineffective for the beast dodged them nimbly. Mephistopheles grabbed hold of Atherium and everything stopped. Then, purple flames engulfed Atherium and her body vanished. “What did you do with her?” Agronath screamed, tears running from his eyes. A ball made of amber appeared in the Beast’s clawed hand. Inside it was the beautiful woman, Atherium. Faarkal stuffed the ball into his satchel. “To get her back from the land of the dead, you must fulfill your purpose,” the old beast said in a grumble. Agronath looked down in sorrow. “Equip the mask and spread Daedra worship throughout the world, Agronath. Do so, and your wife will be yours once again.” Agronath looked up with hope in his eyes. “I’ll do it,” he responded eagerly. His mask flew out of the old knapsack and attached to his face. “Now, you will want to start in Skyrim, Talos worship is already banned there,” Faarkal said to his son. Agronath, now the face of evil set out to fulfill his purpose. As he crossed the border, however, he was arrested by Imperial soldiers and his mask was confiscated. And so begins the tale of Agronath, the Dragonborn Hero.

1. Zu' fie is my character from Oblivion

2. when i wrote this i had no access to any sources of lore, i wrote this in class.

3. No Agronath is not a rip off of Argonath, a location from middle earth, i created him before i read the books and saw the movies (yeah i'm that late)

4. I couldn't think of a name for his wife so i made it Atherium so don't judge.

~ Agronath the Keeper of Souls