A/N: So this picks up where chapter four: Bené Fodōr left off. I’ll address some of the issues you guy’s had with Lattá’s motivations in aforementioned chapter.
Fun Fact: I actually had a math tutor when I was eleven named Jules Bené. He was a self-admitted pervert and I got strong pedo vibes from him, not to mention he never taught me anything of use. Hahaha, sorry if that’s mean but now Bené’s name has a double-meaning.
Link to Previous Entry:
elderscrolls.fandom.com/d/p/3343172654596284890
Link to Chapter Four:
elderscrolls.fandom.com/d/p/3343172654596265386
Word Count: 2,454
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“Exxssellentt.” Hissed a voice.
Taisoturino Makhasa adjudged The High Council as Chradchu Gedchan gazed into her crystal-ball, observing Bené Fodōr glance around the eastern beach inquisitively.
Bené looked around and it struck him that there was no point in destroying Tamriel. He had been so blinded by Tosh Raka’s offer of godly powers that he didn’t realize it was in the delusional nature of Dov to dominate and destroy. Looking around this beautiful land he had no desire to demolish it, it was serene, tranquil and the beauty was unmatched. Though his time with the Tiger Dragon wasn’t a complete waste, he had spent two hundred years in virtual solitude with the beast, practicing and learning. Bettering himself in ways he never knew were possible. It seemed the Dragons were as wise and knowledgeable as they were senseless and domineering.
His time with Tosh had been mostly uninterrupted... save one incident with a snake...
“Yes Bené, balance is the key to everything.” Tosh boomed, causing Bené to cackle. The Ka Po’ Tun breathed out as he collapsed onto the ground.
He had spent nearly a hundred years training with the Tiger Dragon, yet was still in awe at the sheer gargantuan size of the unorthodox looking Dovah.
It was then Bené heard some shuffling coming from the nearby exit-tunnel. He got up and reached for his weapons, putting a finger to his mouth which indicated to Tosh to submerge himself in shadows. The Akaviri dragon was interested to see how his pupil would fair against an actual opponent.
“Master said to check on this one again, he did not say anything about long dangerous tunnel!” Hissed a voice, coming out into the dark expanse.
Bené swallowed with his large jaw and gorge, why did this snake seem so familiar? No matter, he was a dead reptile the minute he slithered into the crevice. The Po’ Tun bravely stepped into the light, prepared to defeat the venomous viper!
The dark-green colored Tsaesci hissed at him, “aaah there you are. You don’t remember me do you? I’m Xhaddekagus.”
Bené tightened his grip on his blade, his untainted knuckles becoming white beneath the fur. “I don’t care who you are, you’re dead for coming here.”
The serpent lunged at him and they engaged in a ballad of battle and fury until Bené had the beast underneath his footing, a sword pointed towards his scaly visage.
“If you kill me, you’ll only be killing yourself.”
Xhaddekagus warned but Bené didn’t listen, driving his blade through the (unbeknownst to him) old foe of his.
“Well done.” Raka congratulated.
Bené was brought back to the present by sound of song and many people marching towards him.
“Our hero, our hero claims a warrior’s heart!” The group of deep elves sung, hitting drums and tambourines to welcome their ‘prophesied hero’. “I tell you, I tell you Lorkhan’s chosen comes!”
An old one was in front, shorter than the rest, bald on top with long white hair on the sides, bluish skin and a beard reaching his stomach. “Welcome my child.” The old Dwemer held Bené’s palm warmly.
“W-Who are you people?” Bené was beyond puzzled, he had originally come to destroy this place and now was being honored as a hero, despite not having done anything. — He just got here!
“I am Atvelonis Akulakhan, by the grace of Lorkhan I lead Tamriel. You too will serve Tamriel... ‘in your own way’..”
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Bené awaited The Emperor outside his chambers, he was now his security detail and personal task-master.
The Emperor exited his chambers, followed by what ‘looked like an overly tall and ancient Altmer’, a Dremora, and a Tsaesci. Bené flinched violently when he saw the snake.
“Ah yes, Taiso, Kerus, Sloth. Meet Bené Fodōr, newest addition to the Dwemeri Regime.” Atvelonis gestured towards the towering Ka Po’ Tun.
Taiso slithered his way up to him and shook hands, the serpent’s steel grip surprised the recovering Fodōr. The cobra’s eyes permeated from silver to red for a fraction of a second. “Thy am High Chansselor Tyaissoturino Mak’hassa. A pleassure to meet thou —Bené.” He rattled off...
“Kerus Greywyn, High Councilor and Headmaster and Founder of the Alinor Conservatory.” Kerus shook Bené’s hand as well.
“You can call me Sloth.” The Dremora smiled kindly at him.
“My name is Bené.” Bené patted the kitten’s head lovingly, “who are you?”
The infant Khajiit only began crying in response, Bené was unnerved that she would have such a response. Damn The Emperor for requesting him to do this!
‘It’ll help you connect, he says.’
“Her name is Ravrenaca Nzanchrez,” Chradchu explained, she’s the only one currently available for adoption. The Dwemer pushed the leaf of the Elsweyr hut out of her face to get a better look at the girl.
Bené felt a part of him tug, maybe he should adopt this girl, but why? Had someone once done the same for him?
He turned around and hurdled a spear straight through the corsair’s face. “For The Emperor!” He yelled halfheartedly, he wasn’t sure if he liked Atvelonis’ as much as he used too. He lusted for his throne...
Bené brought his giant furred fists down upon the deck of the pirate ship, which sent a wave of earthquake through the old ship, crackling it apart, killing all the pirates. He saw a young girl attempting to escape but nabbed her before her foolish attempt at bravery would inevitably end in her death. Wrapping his arm around the young Nord, he grasped a rope and swung off the ship, onto the aureate beach of The Gold Coast.
“What’s your name child?” She couldn’t have been older than thirteen.
“I-I don’t know... the pirates would just call me Frode.” The blonde stuttered, Bené noticed she was holding a knife soaked in blood. She hid it behind her back when she noticed him looking, “sorry, I can’t help it, they were practically torturing me...”
“It seems you are alike me in many ways, unclear origins and our lust for blood is insatiable.”
Bloodlust screamed as High Councilor Bthuand Brerach subjected the child to the electric shock in order to sharpen her pain resistance. “You will make for an excellent tool.” Bthuand snickered as Bené watched behind glass doors, not sure how he felt about watching an innocent young girl getting trained to essentially become a hitman.
Atvelonis Akulakhan approached Bené, “I would like to formerly promote you to the rank of Military Governor of the Dwemeri Regime.” Bené scowled, The Emperor’s tone suggested he had practised this little gig. Why was he not giving him a position on The High Council? If he was so integral to the Dwemeri Regime’s success, why were all the secrets kept from him?
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Years later, after the passing of Emperor Akulakhan, Bené burst into Taisoturino’s bed chambers. The backstabbing snake was holding Akulakhan’s old crown and symbol of power, gazing at it lustfully. Bené punched him in the face and what felt all too easy, knocked the Tsaesci’s short-sword out of his slimy hand, throwing him to the floor and holding his blade to his neck as he as to Xhaddekagus all those years ago.
“Your games are over, I am Emperor now.”
“Of courssee, aš thou sshould bee.”
Bené pointed the sword closer to his amphibious thick nape, “give me one reason to not end you here and now. Trying to capture the throne, even when Akulakhan announced me as his honourary heir...”
Taiso spit crimson out of his mouth, and grinned wildly, “if thou killss me, thou sshalt only ‘really’ be killing thousself.”
Bené removed his blood covered foot from Taiso’s torso, wishing he could end the conniving little fiend here and now. He grasped the crown and bestowed it upon the crown of his head, rapturing in his new acquired power. — but deep inside he knew it was just a piece of ornate jewelry with no meaning other than the superficial one it had already had attributed to it.
“I DEMAND to know about this project you’re working on!” Bené taunted his Second-In-Command years later.
Taiso rolled his silver-slit eyes, “thou would fail to undersstand the intracassies of what we are working on. I assure thou I will inform onsse I finissh!”
Samat Dharker approached the two power-mongering leaders who to him, were arguing like an old-married couple. “Taiso, the test subjects, Novafirre and Orchid, are ready. Will you join us?”
“Yess.” Taiso’s tongue lavished his words as he slithered away with the Dwarf, leaving the new emperor feeling powerless and in suspense once again.
The black-furred Bené sat down on the bench at gazed up at the serpentine statue of Lorkhan, a robed man with a gold mask was preaching out in front of it. They were in Mournhold square.
“Terrible and powerful Lorkhan! We unworthy servants; give praise! For only through your grace and benevolence, may we truly reach enlightenment! And deserve our praise you do! For we are one! There you descended, and the nine became eight, you created this world great Lorkhan! The divines betrayed you! Lorkhan the mighty, Lorkhan the unerring, Lorkhan the unassailable! To you, we give praise! — We are but maggots! Writhing in the filth, of our own corruption! While you re-ascended from the DUNG of death! And now, live amongst our stars! But you were once betrayed, aiii! And as that you were cast out, so was the power of the evil divines! Born of the past! Where my thoughts are all hatred! I breathe now, in royalty, which is mine; I do this for you gold regimes, for I LOVE YOU! I love-LOVE... even as he was betrayed, great Lorkhan cherished us! In each of us, the future of Morrowind! The future of Tamriel! And there it is friends! ...The ugly truth. We are the children of ehlnofey, Lorkhan is the TRUE GOD of the world! Descended from divine, to return only to rule the realm! Spirit... the very idea is inconceivable to our former divine overlords! Sharing the heavens with us? With mortals? HA! They can barely tolerate our presence on Nirn! The divines betrayed our God, cast out his heart, into our very own Red Mountain! So the divines took our homes, our temples, our children, our VERY LiVeSss! And what does the non-Dwemer do? NOTHING! They’re worse than nothing! They enforced the will of Akatosh! Against it’s own PEOPLE! So rise up, riiiisssee up children of the Regime, RISE up Resdayn! Embrace the word of mighty Lorkhan, he who is both unearth, AND divine! For we are the children of Lorkhan, and we shall inherit both heavens and earth! And we, NOT the non-believers or their toadies, WILL RULE MORROWIND, FOREVERRRR! Trust in me Mournhold, trust in me; Sulvyn! For I am the chosen of Lorkhan, I alone anointed by the FIRST, to spreeeaaaad his HOLY WORD!”
“Nice speech, are you actually Lorkhan’s chosen?” Bené inquired of the masked sleeper?
“What? No! The local Dwarven officials just gave me this script to remember, I was an actor at the amphitheater once before I became director.... eventually getting demoted to janitorial service.... thinkin’ about becoming a teacher at the Institute... well anyways, I can act and I charge three pieces of cheese per hour so it’s an easy buy for them.” Sulvyn sat down on a bench, and opened his lunchbox, The Emperor sitting down next to him. Sulvyn didn’t seem to recognize the newly crowned leader of the regime.
“Funny how this nation once worshipped all different types of Gods or deities, and now only worships one...” Bené mumbled.
“Well,” Sulvyn pushed a piece of goat cheese in his mouth and began munching. “There are different interpretations of Lorkhan. Lorkhan chiefly, though the Nords prefer Shor, Redguards: Sep, Shezarr for the Imperials, Sheor for the Breton-Nymphs, Lorkhaj for the Khajiit. And I believe the Argonians are still allowed to worship the hist due to a treatise, but they aren’t allowed to pray to Sithis anymore, replacing him with Lorkhan.”
“You know... I could use a man of your talent on my team.” Bené offered, looking at Sulvyn with death-red eyes.
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“So you think the Dawn’s Light will be there?” Bené crossed his arms as he assessed Taiso with a cold, calculating gaze.
“Yess. Kerus, and Sssulvyn sshould be of asśstançe.”
“Alright, have you done the other thing I asked of you?”
“Oh yess, I hath disscovered the last refuge of the Breton-Nymphss and their magick hoarding technology! The ssity of Fane, in the Peach-Pink Ssea. Though I do advisse againsst ssenselesssly killing them, they are jusst people too, and our God caresss for all his people. We’ve no need of so many automatonss anyway, lesst our Lord punissh uss for murdering his children.”
Bené rolled his eyes, “Taiso the Merciful.” He muttered, “what a pansy.”
Grey smoke filled the air above along with gray clouds that reflected modern Tamriel’s current mood.
Lorkhan watched from the water as three figures stepped onto the peak of the grey-sludge and clay mountain, gazing down at the enormous palace that was the White-Gold University, in the center of The Dwemer City.
The God saw Fodōr snark as his face darkened, gazing into the foggy horizon.
“Yes, look for the light my champion-puppet. Look for it... Norok.”
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Next Chapter: The Third Event
Cast List:
Taisoturino Makhasa (Taiso) by Orion the Huntsman
Chradchu Gedchan by Whiterun Guard101
Bené Latta Fodōr (Norok Pahlok/Lattá Fodōr) by King Knight21
Tosh Raka by Godd Howard
Xhaddekagus by The Frozen King
Atvelonis Akulakhan based off user Atvelonis
Kerus Greywyn by Jayzer2002
Sloth by Black Sacrament
Ravrenaca Nzanchrez by Hrafnfjödr
Ferna ‘Frode’ Frotula (Bloodlust) by Another DB Initate
Bthuand Brerach by Frozen Sacrament
Samat Dharker by Astroracer42
Dagoth Sulvyn (Dagoth Slur) by King Bendix
A/N: This one was intentionally faster paced. I didn’t want to have to drag on Bené’s backstory.
The ending of the chapter is meant to be the beginning of chapter one from Lorkhan’s perspective. As in the beginning of chapter one, Bené, Kerus & Sulvyn were looking for the Dawn’s Light.
Chess Club Music:
youtu.be/hrIT2wBxb70
So excited for The Third Event!!!
-TransFormers Prime (TFP Lol)
