Xbox360, currently at the part of the quest where you have to return to Eltrys at the shrine of Talos, read multiple other posts about this bug. I walk in, Eltrys is dead, two whiterun guards on either side of him, but nothing happens. They don't confront me, they just stand there with there normal dialogue. I put Weylin's note in Eltrys pocket but i dont have the journal to return, I don't know what happened to it, not in my inventory or his. Waited, nothing happened. Just finished thieves guild main quest and it's extremely upsetting that I cant do one of my favorite quests because a little glitch, but i've gotten too far in the game to quit now or restart.
What's on your mind?
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From the sounds of it up until the 4th era the nords have always strictly worshipped the nordic pantheon but when we play in skyrim it's much more imperialised in the span of a few years
it littery makes no sense and the nordic pantheon is way cooler then the 9 divines, even people like ulfric aren't very invested in the nordic pantheon apart from maybe kyne but practically every skyrim npc has a line of dialogue about kyne or shor.
1 By giving a will to a Priestess/Priest of Arkay, they can host a funeral for your lost one.
2 You can have your followers marry other marriable characters, like having Faendal or Sven finally get Camilla Valerius.
3 By giving a follower a spell book, they can learn the spell.
4 Followers are allowed to join factions once the protagonist becomes a leader.
5 If you are not using a house, you can let your follower live in it.
6 Allowing your follower to adopt kids. (I felt guilt after not adopting Frodnar, Svari, and Alesan so I would want to see this.)
7 Followers can go to jail with you when committing a crime. (This could be annoying but it’s just a recommendation, I also think just an NPC jail would be nice.)
8 More than one follower.
9 You can have your follower equip certain items by you having them equip it. (I wanted to give Derkeethus the Arch Mage armor, but it wouldn’t let me.)
10 Seeing soul trapped followers in the soul cairn.
11 Allowing followers to have dialogue with fellow NPCs.
12 Seeing level up options for your followers, like health upgrading.
13 Being able to contract your followers with vampirism.
14 Seeing ghosts of fallen followers. (For me I accidentally killed Faendal while he was knocked in Bleak Falls Barrow, and it already sucked enough that he couldn’t give me a Will, but then I also wouldn’t be able to ever see him again.)
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So im wanting to be a vampiric mage,but i dont want to be a vampire lord,What would the earliest possible way to be a vampire. and what weapon/magic would suit my build. Im currenting doing one handed with destruction. but i would like more magic,and unique armor?
basically the 3 main tes games: morrowind, oblivion and skyrim are easily some of the best games ever period but which is better (counting in all factors)
for me its morrowind easily like it has some cancerous game features but everything else is utterly perfect and it has easily the best main quest dont @ me
oblivion is amazing (and my first tes game) its quests are memorable and has the dark brotherhood with lucian lechance and the best dlc but the leveling and global scaling is trash so by the time your level 25 I want to shoot my self and by the time I'm level 40 I stop playing even though i could play more
skyrim is also really good but the quality of quests is just not as good as morrowind and oblivion also a pure mage build is really shit unless you exploit the game and basically playing as a pure mage is shit because of how bethesda cut so many features but still it's really good but probably the worst of the three.
what's everyone's else's favourite?
What I learned is:
"On a cosmological scale, everything is quite nearby."
So do any of the Dwemer ruins actually have forges?
How can I get the imperial race in ESO because I'm doing a templar build.
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So..... Hey mates! I haven't been here for a while, hell I didn't even manage to finish the new weapons, and for that I apologize. Anyway, this is the second unfinished episode of my old series. I might continue it but I'm still not sure, I mean I'm gonna start making games with my new friends soon, that's probably gonna be both time consuming and fun! Anyhow, enjoy the read I guess!
4E 204, 17th of Last Seed
"Ugh, too much mead indeed," I thought to myself as I woke up in a groggy state. I awoke to find my room in a disastrous mess, thank the Nine I atleast passed out on my bed with the door locked. So my inebriated phase still has some intelligence.
While trying to stand up, holding onto the wall for dear life. I saw my knife. Stabbed into a sweet roll, so it looks like my drunken side doesn't have too much intelligence. I stood up from my bed, feeling as if a million needles were striking my feet with each step.
"By Oblivion's name!" I shouted, tripping face-first onto the wooden floor, an empty bottle of mead causing it. Dragging myself towards my bag in fear of falling once more, I found what I sought for, my canteen.
I emptied its remaining contents, splashing it all on my face, hoping it'll help me sober up. It indeed helped, though not too much honestly, possibly due to it being only half full. And so I changed into more "presentable" clothes before going downstairs for more water.
Just after opening my door, I heard some lovely music downstairs, I then wrote down the notes of the ballad to try to emulate it when I go back home. Good thing I trained to become a bard when I was still a little sod.
Nonetheless, I went to see who was playing. "What in god's name!?" I exclaimed when I saw the entire tavern fighting! I got punched shortly after, by a large Nord using a broken bottle as a weapon.
The bastard barely missed me with his bottle, but after I managed to get back up. I easily succeeded in kicking him towards another drunkard. "That'll give me more time," I thought as I slipped away.
I quickly noticed a lone man in the counter while navigating the chaos, he wore elegant clothes and was drinking a glass of wine. Though I didn't have too much time to admire him, as I was tackled to the ground by the bastard cunt from before.
I promptly pushed him off, causing him to slip on a puddle of mead, making him hit his neck hard at a table. I felt especially sorry about that, but after proceeding to crawl amidst the disorder. I managed to reach the mysterious stranger without any more delay.
I noticed that he was mumbling something to himself, and so I spontaneously connected that with the citizens currently trying to kill each other behind me. I asked him if he wanted another drink, thinking that it might help spill out what he whispered and atleast lighten the mood a little.
After pouring him some liquor, he just apathetically admitted that he was the cause. I would've expected more drama but beggars can't be choosers after all. But before I could even ask why, the city guard kicked the door open and interrogated us on the spot.
They instantly recognized him and immediately unsheathed their weapons, it seemed like he was that dangerous, so I rightfully stepped away. But not before knocking out one more fetcher with my fist.
One of them who looked like their commander soon approached me as her men started to apprehend the stranger. "Good move, now just standby and we'll deal with this situation," She assured me.
It turns out that the outsider's name was Aquila Martel, a dangerous bard with an enchanted lute. But while we were talking, he broke away from the guards binding his hands and grabbed his infamous lute. But thankfully, one of them managed to launch it away with an arrow.
He was suddenly knocked to the ground when an officer hit him with a nearby bottle, shattering it to pieces. "That's what happens to cowards... landstrider," The guard told him. "Looks like I'm dying today," I assured myself when I figured out what they were..." (To be continued?)
I know I made a post about this earlier, but I need to find the Steward for Lakeview Manor, and I can't find her in the Longhouse. I'm also using Xbox. Does ANYONE have any suggestions for how to get Rayya to show up?
Would the player escape with Hadvar as to stay loyal to the Empire, forgiving Tullius for prompting execution? Or would the player, who willfully crossed the border, want to get back at the Empire with Ralof and kill the imperial Captain along, promoting sweet revenge? Hard thinking when the player crossed the border from Cyrodiil, an Imperial state.
I've started collecting items in TES V: Skyrim and I need to know what most of the rarest items are to add to my collection.
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On some shelves throughout Skyrim you see a gold piece next to a gourd. Is this a lore thing or a design thing?
The Priestess and the Black Star: Chapter 3
I followed the Priestess up the steps and across to a bench and table closer to the middle of the Inn, ensuring our privacy, and allowing us to feel the warm clinker of the fire’s embers in the hearth situated nearby.
“My how much nicer this is, I will organise some more wine, any particular drop you would like my Lady?” I asked as I motioned with a wave of my right hand for Dagur to attend to us. He appeared immediately and put down a bottle of Surilie Brothers. “As requested, Enthir has provided,” the Nord said before heading back to his position behind the long bar looking pleased with himself.
“Well, isn’t he a wonder, Adonato?” said Irdi Sul, as she opened the bottle, taking out the cork ever so delicately, and leaving it next to the two fresh goblets already set on the table, allowing the open bottle to sit for a while and the wine to breathe.
“Yes, he is quite the connoisseur,” I remark dryly, wondering where he would have been able to get a bottle of Cyrodiilic wine from in this far flung part of Skyrim.
The Priestess, ignoring my sarcasm, continues her tale, painting a picture of the wonder of Tel Fyr, as they make their way to shore, after the quick voyage across the bay from Bensiberib Camp. “I had heard of the Telvanni and their love of Mushroom Architecture, but the sight of the Tower, set above the Halls was epic, I could not believe how awe inspiring it was to see it with my own eyes,” said she. ”Grandeur and opulence, Adonato, towering mushrooms, of brown and grey and cones of dark red nestled around a number of interlinking buildings that rose up to towards the Tower itself, and atop of the tower, a mushroom shaped Main Hall.
“From the dock it was a short walk to the grand entrance, a winding staircase of mottled tree roots, combined into a smooth ramp that took us to a large round door.” The Priestess enthused, “This opened into a large hall, that had two passageways and entrances to the other part of The Tower. The floors appeared to be carved wood as were the interior structures, with nary a supporting beam to be seen.
It was as if the powerful magic of the Telvanni, had fabricated the entire structure by entwining tree roots and the surrounding trees themselves into domes and structures, and then adorning them with mushroom shaped alcoves. Waiting there to greet us, was another of Divayth Fyr’s wives, Beyte Fyr, almost identical to Uupse except for her attire, a slightly darker set of Golden Chitin Armour, and different coloured facial markings, crimson-like, matching her Dunmer eyes.”
Irdi Sul described being carried by Anrel into the entrance hall, and put down before Beyte, who questioned Uupse on why she would bring another Corprus victim into Onyx Hall, and not take her directly to the Corprusarium. “Not another one Uupse,” said Beyte, “To the dungeon with her, and don’t try to disturb our Lord Divayth with your noble quest to say this one, will be cured. Not today!” “and we were waved away with a dismissive flick of her wrist, as she turned and went about her business, ignoring Uupse’s pleas, and the angry glare of Anrel,” so the Priestess said to me.
“As quick as Beyte was gone, another wife appeared, this one equally dismissive of her guests and equally identical, save again for her armour, which was a copper red and her facial markings, a less defined trickle of lines, the same in colour. She was definitely terser, and ruder than the first.” Said Irdi Sul. “As I sat on the polished wooden floor, my dignity slowly dissolving, Delte Fyr, also scolded Uupse, and said that unless we could fly, there was no chance of having an audience with Divayth Fyr anytime soon. We were welcome to plunder the dungeons, if that was why we came, but no other assistance was offered.” Said the Priestess, while picking up the bottle of Surilie Brothers, and pouring a generous amount of wine for us both, into our goblets.
“Uupse, was quite used to this behaviour, and implored us both to pay them no mind. She asked Anrel and I to wait, and returned with two potions, requesting for us to drink the contents, and to follow her.” The Priestess said. “After drinking what was a mixture of vile bitterness and sweet pulp, I raised up off the floor, and managing to contain my amazement, as all three of us slowly levitated up and flew through the entrance to Hall Fyr and ascended as if weightless like a moth floating on the evening breeze.”
“A Telvanni levitation potion, my Lady, I have heard of them. How long did the effect last for?” I asked. “Long enough to enable me to make my way about the Tower unaided to meet with Divayth Fyr, not withstanding another wife, impeding our way Adonato.” Replied Irdi Sul
“How many does he have my Lady; he must be quite mad.” I let slip out, much to her amusement. “Yes, you would think he would have learned his lesson, wouldn’t you? Uupse introduced us to Alfe Fyr, another identical sister, dressed in a darker gold and green Chitin armour set, and with green markings running down her nose and below her chin, who Uupse quickly informed we were expected as we floated by, much to her protests. Instead of stopping us, she decided to join the levitating parade of Mer and came with us into the Main Hall, where Divayth Fyr was studying something so intently, it took him some time to realise we were there.”
The Priestess described the room they went in to as thus, “The Hall Fyr, or the Main Hall, was similar to the halls below, twisted and entwined trees, set in a circular pattern, with no discernible corners, flowing up and around the space, like a cocoon. The wooden floor was polished wooden boards, adorned in what could be a square Telvanni rug placed in the centre of the space, I had never seen one like it. The rug was large and of differing colours; purple, with flecks or red, orange gold and milky white. The room itself, was warm and open, with shelves upon shelves of varying potions, alchemic ingredients and relics of past generations of Mer surrounding the circumference, until they reached a large set of windows, also curved, that had breath taking views of the bay outside, and Red Mountain in the distance .”
“Anrel, was able to lower herself to the floor, while I stayed a knee length above the carved wooden mezzanine, much to Uupse Fyr’s approval,” the Priestess said.
“Well! What a pleasure! Visitors! An entertaining diversion! Come to consult the great Divayth Fyr? You have the divine disease? Want to plunder the dungeon? Or leer at my daughters?", said the Great Dunmer Wizard without looking away from his work. Dressed in ebony neck to toe, the Daedric Armour, Mail like in appearance, its metal polished and shining, the red sashes of the Daedric hearts used to forge them a deep blood red, glowing as he moved, according to Irdi Sul. “His hair was a long, shining silver ponytail pulled back tightly, and cascading down to the middle of his back, his face that of a middle-aged man, although his eyebrows and neatly trimmed bead where as white as his hair” said The Priestess.
“Father.” Uupse interrupted him, as he stood bent over an Arcane Enchanter, Irdi Sul tells me, as he was reading from what appeared to be at least three books of various size. “Yes daughter,” the Priestess told me he replied without looking at her, “Have you found another victim, who is willing to suffer a miserable death, in the hope of being cured of their terminal ailment?’
“I have father, and she is beautiful.” Uupse said, with no hint of embarrassment according to the Priestess, who said she felt a small blush spread across her cheeks at the time. “Well, we will have to have a look then” said the wizard, and Irdi Sul said he turned to look firstly at Anrel, who just stared back at him, trying to keep her emotions in check, and then at her. “He held my gaze for a moment or two, before talking again with Uupse,” said Irdi Sul.
The Great Wizard Divayth Fyr said “Daughter, did your guests bring a gift for me, or are they as random and uncivilised as they look?” to which Uupse replied according to Irdi Sul, that “yes, indeed they had, and it was a wonderful gift, and please, speak with Irdi Sul, she is in need of our help.”
“Sul, you say? How interesting, and would you be related to Alandro Sul?” Divayth Fyr asked, the Priestess informed me,” Not that I am aware of, my father is Ezhmaar, I am so named after Veloth’s mother, according to legend.” The Priestess replied to him and said that Divayth Fyr continued to eye her with an intensity that made her feel like shrinking and disappearing into the rug beneath her.
“I was levitating for the first time, unable to stand, due to Corprus, and all the time trying to not to say anything to offend him,” Irdi Sul told me. She said that it was quite intimidating, and the Wizard raising his right eyebrow said to her,” Alandro Sul’s daughter turning up here looking for my help would have been an interesting development, alas, let me see what we can do. You have at least got Uupse’s devotion, and she has the ability to recognise an equally kind and generous heart.”
The Priestess then relayed to me the ramblings of Divayth Fyr, as he moved about his Hall, looking for the ingredients to the potion, that would either cure her symptoms, or kill her dead.
"How interesting. Irdi Sul, not a decedent of Alandro, yet the same name, curious I must say. Did you know that Corprus makes you immune to disease? Have you ever heard of the prophecies of the Nerevarine? Alandro was with Nerevar at Red mountain you know. He’s living with some of the Ashlanders now, so I hear, Ashlanders say the Nerevarine will be immune to disease. I've always thought, "Maybe I have the Nerevarine down in my Corprusarium, and I don't even know it." Divayth says this chuckling, according to Irdi Sul, looking back at her with a wink, from the corner of the room, before continuing, “The Nerevarine is a fat, disgusting Corprus monster, and mad as a marsh rat. Wouldn't that be funny?" Divayth Fyr again laughed as he said this, with a slight cuckle, said the Priestess.
“I’m not the One of prophecy, yet you are not the first to suggest this, Sir” The Priestess said to him, to which she said he ignored her reply and continued on with his inane self-absorbed chatter,
“I collect the victims of the divine disease in my Corprusarium in the caverns beneath my tower. Caverns I burrowed out of Abanabi Cave you know, leads to a portal, oh well never mind that, closed it off centuries ago. The poor devils inside, wretched existence, constant pain, ferocious appetites and passions. No reason at all. Completely mad. But marvellous, too, in their way. Forever immune to disease. As far as I know mind you. They never leave here, funny that. Live forever, barring accidents. Ancient wizards need projects to keep occupied, and the Corprusarium is mine."
The Priestess described how Divayth Fyr continued talking, as he collected the different concoctions, he had been working on, moving from shelf to shelf, picking an item up, studying it, putting it down again, only to return to it after a moment or two, and repeating the process. He would then move on to the next shelf, all the time picking up and putting down things, as if he was not able to clearly see them, only up close, and this went on for some time, clearly frustrating Anrel, who could not hide her dissatisfaction.
“Are you blind Wizard?” she asked, unable to hold the thought in Irdi Sul recalled her saying.
"When you live for thousands of years, maybe I am Wood Elf,” he replied, not allowing himself to be distracted and continued his ramblings, said Irdi Sul. Divayth Fyr went on. “However, you need a hobby. Something you love, always sparks your interest. I collect treasures and invite thieves to steal them. I'm a collector, and a sportsman. I collect enchanted items and ancient artefacts. Have quite a few Dwemer pieces. And, as a sportsman, I love letting thieves try to steal my well-guarded treasures. Are you a thief, you sound like one?” He said looking now at Anrel, The Priestess said, and told me she glared back at him, her lips thin, her jaw clenched, holding back, containing her rage and indignation. “Thankfully she kept it in Adonato, but not for long.” The Priestess said to me. Divayth Fyr, undeterred continued she said, “Only a few rules. One, don't hurt the inmates. Two, don't hurt my daughters. My Warden and guards can look out for themselves."
Irdi Sul said she noticed that Divayth Fyr had collected at least 9 different herbs, animal parts, various dust from a number of small wooden bowls, some items she could not identify and now began mixing them at first with a mortar and pestle before moving to an alembic and retort on the other side of the Hall. He was quite engaged in his own little monologue, prattling on about how he had never been successful, that it would most likely kill her, and to prepare for the worst.
“I found the talk of my imminent death disturbing Adonato, so I asked him about his daughters.” Said The Priestess. “His reply was surprising, let me tell you.” The Priestess said that Divayth stopped what he was doing, turned to her, and said the following.
“Not bad for something born in a jar, eh? Charming and talented. Not daughters, really. A little project, a side benefit of my researches into Corprus disease. Made them myself, from my own flesh. Nice, aren't they? Alfe Fyr, Beyte Fyr, Delte Fyr, and Uupse Fyr. Quite a comfort to me in my old age."
"Alfe Fyr is the sharpest of my girls, in wit and tongue. Gets on my nerves, sometimes, but conflict is the spice of life."
"Beyte Fyr is the sweet one. Eager to please and be pleased. An excellent cook, and a lovely singing voice."
"Delte Fyr is the efficient one. Organized and orderly. She acts as our steward, manages accounts, maintains supplies, keeps the tower and Corprusarium running."
"Uupse Fyr is the girl with the biggest heart. She takes care of the inmates of the Corprusarium and helps with me researches."
“Lucky for you, Irdi Sul, that you met Uupse, and not one of the others, or we would not be here now, let me tell you.” Said the wizard according to the Priestess, who was looking out across the room, reliving the memory as she spoke.
“So, he created a suite of beings, from his own flesh, to serve as his hand maidens?” I asked with what was a look of complete astonishment, for this was fantastical, even for a Wizard of Divayth Fyr’s renown.
“Yes, it would appear so Adonato,” said Irdi Sul, looking at me with annoyance, as I was interrupting her again. “This was very surprising, to all of us, and Anrel, became enraged by it, is was a heresy unforgivable in her eyes.”
The Priestess said that Anrel had finally lost her patience, and cursed Divayth Fyr, “Nehow! Old man, what is taking you so long, do you have a cure or not!” she said to him, tired of his constant chatter, and eccentric observations. “Bosmer, aren’t you?” he replied unfazed, said Irdi Sul.
“Why don’t you go down to the Corprusarium, and have a chat with the Ancient Dwemer Yagrum Bagarn," Divayth Fyr, said to Anrel according to Irdi Sul. "Alfe, please attend to this, you may learn some manners from the old coot” and Anrel was escorted out of the Hall, by Alfe Fyr, much to her annoyance, the Priestess informed me, and she let her feelings be known as Alfe dragged her back down to Onyx Hall and into the Corprusarium.
“I could hear her objections to being removed quite clearly, cursing at him, not caring if he was immortal or not, that he was a barbarian who had created profane beings. Had he created this Yagrum Bagarn as well? Was he really a Dwemer?” Said Irdi Sul, “It was a little embarrassing considering I didn’t even know who Yagrum Bagarn was and was unsure why Anrel had become so angry.”
“Yagrum Bagarn is a Dwemer my Lady?” I asked, her as I had never heard of him. “Yes Adonato, it turns out the last surviving Dwemer was in the care of Divayth Fyr, in his Corprusarium and he may even still be there? Who knows?” she said mysteriously, and then laughed at my open-mouthed response.
“Surely not, the Dwemer are extinct, they disappeared millennia ago.” I contended to which the Priestess Irdi Sul raised her arms, palms upright, tilting her head to the left. “Oh, he was there, and he had a part to play too, in my journey Adonato.” She said.
The Priestess informed me that after Anrel and Alfe were gone, Divayth Fyr called Uupse to assist him, and they both worked quietly together. It would seem their task was a complicated one and the sun was setting when finally, the Great Wizard was ready to share his divine potion.
“I'll give you the potion, on the following condition: you must drink it here, before my eyes. It should act immediately; and I need to observe you very carefully. Agreed?" Divayth Fyr, said to Irdi Sul, and she said she did, and without hesitation. Uupse looked into her eyes, smiling said Irdi Sul, and handed her the potion.
‘Before she could drink it, something entirely unexpected occurred according to the Priestess. She told me that it was now late and the twilight outside was shedding its last fading shimmers of dusk. Azura, who had been absent from Irdi Suls thoughts, she told me, for the last few days, spoke to her, and she could hear her voice “Drink Irdi Sul, Noa daruh su parjo aonorin.” The Priestess whispered this part, caught up again in her memory of what took place.
“I looked about the Hall, expecting to see her and realised that both Uupse, and Divayth Fyr, had heard the voice as well. No apparition appeared, however another voice, also without form, and possibly a Daedra spoke, “What plot are you planning Wizard, why are you providing what was bargained for?”
“By the Ancients, was that?” Divayth Fyr said out loud, and then looked at me with a look of sheer amazement said the Priestess. “I told you Father; she is worthy.” The Priestess told me Uupse said to him, and both Divayth Fyr, and Uupse Fyr looked on in fascination at Irdi Sul, as she drank the potion.
“My Alata Gandral returned Adonato, but it was short lived, the levitation potion had run its course and I slowly returned to the polished floor of Fyr Hall, finding myself on the Telvanni rug. Unable to stand, I sank to my knees and then to lying on my side, bereft of the will to live.” The Priestess said to me.
Azura spoke again, this time angrily, and her voice resonated around the hall, said Irdi Sul, “Divayth Fyr, use your majic, save my Priestess. Sister, release the Wizard from his curse.” Boethiah, it would seem was also present in the tower, uninvited, nor summoned and yet spoke back angrily to Azura “This mortal is not part of our reclamation,” and then scornfully remonstrated with Divayth Fyr for breaking their accord, the Priestess told me, and so began the test of wills, while she lay dying.
“I had become a bargaining chip in a game of deceit and power, begun thousands of years ago, when Boethiah had granted Divayth Fyr immortality and the providence to create life, in exchange for eternal servitude and his commitment to never find a cure for Corprus.
“Curse you Daedric meddlers! I have had enough of your lies, centuries of madness you have driven me to this, watch her die!” Divayth Fyr, howled at the unseen Daedric Princes, as one implored the other to bend to their will, as I began to slip from this plane, and into Oblivion.” Said Irdi Sul.
“Uupse Fyr, through sheer grace of her kind heart, conjured again, an orb of pure white light, and thrust it into me, prolonging my existence, while the Great Wizard, continued to defy Azura and Boethiah, all the time refusing to incant the charm that would preserve me, the final part of the process to remove the curse of Corprus and bring me back from the Moonshadow realm, I was drifting in to.” Said Irdi Sul.
“I lay prone on the floor, as Divayth Fyr, again hollered at the Daedra, showing utter contempt to them, refusing to submit.” Said the Priestess. ”A silence then befell the Hall, save for the prays of Uupse Fyr, begging for my salvation.
Finally , one of the Princes brokered a resolution, and the Wizard picked up his Staff, and filled the entire Hall with the same white light that Uupse had cast earlier, however its radiance and brilliance was a thousand times more incandescent, creating an orb large enough to fill the room, that then surrounded me, filling my soul, my mind, and heart with a magnificent surge of blazing agony, as if the fire of the Skyforge of Joorvaskr itself had thrust itself into me, and I lived.” said she.
The Priestess Irdi Sul looked at me with her deep crimson eyes, and I could see tears had formed, as she relived the moment again, where she faced certain death, and forever after, would owe her very existence, her life and service to the Dunmers’ Mother Soul, Queen of the Night Sky, Azura.