JoS/Kanna/11th Journal - Second Trial

Sun's Dusk, 27th, 3E 427

North of the fishing village of Gnaar Mok, nestled in between swamplands of the Bitter Coast and the inner sea, we found a little, unassuming cave avoided by locals due to its activity with smugglers. Inside it, we found hell.

We were up against the so-called Dreamers, who are the servants and followers of Dagoth Ur, Ash Slaves, who fall further down the pecking order in their strange hierarchy, as well as undead and even some summoned lesser daedra like scamps and flame atronachs. Speaking of latter, they scare the fuck out of me, just the idea of being hit by their fire makes me want to recoil in pain and horror. It's not just my own negative experiences with fire magic, but also the fact that us High Elves generally speaking are weak to it.

Regardless of everything, we did great for a while, but this lured us into a false sense of security. I took the opportunity to scout ahead, using my chameleon spell and my light steps to my advantage. Little did I know, I was walking straight into a trap. They had set up a trap to lock intruders inside. A wall rose from behind me, and separated me from Kanna and Karim. I banged on the stone door, and I heard them shout my name from the other side. We could still hear each other well, so we could communicate without enemy finding out about us. We tried to figure out how to open it, but it was all in vain. If there was a way to open the door, some kind of switch or something, it wasn't anywhere close to us. When about an hour had passed by, we eventually decided it was pointless to try.

"You can do it", Karim said, encouraging me. "We believe in you."

His words touched me and gave me courage. Kanna was supportive and believed in me too. I thoroughly believed at that moment that I could do it. Even as I progressed, even though I faced many tough foes and got myself injured, ruined parts of my armor and ran out of potions, I thought I would be fine. I still have more than enough magicka left, which meant that my strongest weapons were still at my disposal.

I eventually made it to a shrine at the end of the cave, illuminated by flames and an eerie red light. A large, red statue stood in the middle of it, emitting blueish, grey mist from its base. They call them Ash Totems, and they're collected by the followers of Dagoth Ur for some reason. Normally they're smaller, but this one was huge. Behind it a man in a green robe was standing. He talked to me, but even though he was faced towards me, I couldn't see too much of him due to the poor lighting.

"The Sixth House greets you, lord Nerevar."

He was obviously talking to me, and it spooked me a little. I hadn't made my presence known, there's no way he should've known I was there. What's more, he certainly seems to believe that I'm Nerevar. Not quite a lord but rather a lady, but still. He continued to speak.

"My lord, Dagoth Ur, told me that you would come, and I see you have made quite a ruckus on your way here. He has offered you an invitation to honor his friendship and to make peace, but you choose to betray his trust and love for you."

I asked him why his kind keep attacking innocent people on the road and in the cities, to which his reply was rather clear: to drive the mongrel dogs of the Empire from Morrowind. I then asked him what he means by Dagoth Ur's friendship, his love and his trust, and this man went on to explain this in great detail.

Lord Indoril Nerevar and Dagoth Ur used to be the best of friends. To Nerevar, this undoubtedly was about friendship, and about Dagoth Ur's undying loyalty and service to him, the champion of the people, the Hortator, but to Dagoth Ur, there was a much purer element to all of this. Dagoth Ur love for Nerevar was pure and unconditional. He loved Nerevar like a brother, perhaps even more than just a brother, and would do anything for him. This love manifested itself in many forms, but above all, he wanted to protect Nerevar and do what was ultimately best for him, even if it may have led to disagreements. Regardless, there was always a mutual trust between the two.

I obviously don't remember any of this - I cannot remember any of this - but it was Nerevar betrayed him, according to this story. "You betrayed his love for you and cast him aside", he explained. He didn't explain how this happened even though I asked him about it, but had good news for me as well. "Dagoth Ur is willing to forgive you and let bygones be bygones if you're willing to make peace. It's not too late for you yet."

I have a feeling that I'm not getting the full story, but that's fine, because based on what we discussed next, everything of which I'm not going to go into, honoring his friendship and making peace with him would make me nothing more but a servant to his will, a slave to his whims, just like everyone else he has taken as his servants. I may be the Nerevar in his eyes, but I am not the same person anymore. His best for me would be for me to be his servant, just like anyone else. In his own eyes Dagoth Ur is a god and ultimately knows what's good for us better than us mere mortals, even if it means enslaving us. I'm going to let it come to it. I'm nobody's slave, I'm not willing to submit to his will.

He stepped into the light, and I could see his form for what it truly was. I steered into his head as he spoke, and in the middle of it there only remained a single tentacle, protruding from his brain, from a deep cavity in which his face once was. He had no eyes or mouth, yet I could tell he was staring right at me. He stood in front of the ashen statue and spread his arms wide, asking me one final question. "Will you make peace with our Lord, or will you strike me, his acolyte and loyal servant down?"

I walked up to him, the dagger still in my hand. He didn't move, I couldn't even make out what was going on in his head, for this grotesque face bore no mortal expression or emotion. I had already made my choice although I may not have articulated it to him yet. I thought I was going in for an easy kill when I finally plunged the dagger through his chest. He didn't even dodge, he just took the strike.

In an instant, he began to transform before me, with his left arm being completely torn away by the long limbs of flesh that grew out from it and his shoulder. The fleshy tentacles grabbed both my arms and my waist, and he extended his right arm forward to my neck, strangling me. "Wrong choice", he said, as he unleashed a powerful spell. Magicka burned from my entire body and heavy burden fell upon me. Due to his stranglehold on my arm, I couldn't even hold onto my weapon. He lifted me into air and laughed. "One way or another", he said, "you will serve OUR lord. Let his curse be your eternal reminder of that."

His idea of making me serve Dagoth Ur was through ultimate submission, and through disease, as is the case for all of his followers. I was deathly afraid, because I knew that the very same disease that has befallen his followers and this very man standing in front of me was going to infect me as well. My heart skipped a beat, and I honestly felt like pissing myself from fear. Could I be healed like Karim was, or was this really going to be an eternal reminder, as he said? Was it going to transform me into a grotesque monster too? Was I destined to turn into an ungodly abomination of flesh, completely void of any intelligent or independent thought? Well, at least not yet it hasn't, but I know from the fact, from the very moment Dagoth Ur's curse touched me, I had been taken by his corprus, the disease more commonly known as the skin blight, an incurable disease out of which the only cure is death itself.

But being infected with corprus, a death sentence to anyone unlucky to contract it, still wasn't the most pressing worry in my mind at that point. This man was, and his tentacles were. "To think that Lord Nerevar would be reborn into such a weak and frail vessel", he said as the tentacles continued to shred my clothes and armor into pieces. They raised me into air with ease, and he grabbed onto my legs. His robe was at this point in ruin too, and I could see what was growing from where his penis used to be. It was a set of disgusting tentacles. There were half a dozen of them. He could control them like any limb, in any direction and in any damn way he pleased. He took aim at my pussy, and I shook my head in horror. The second one was heading towards my butt, I pleaded with him, practically screaming no. It was no use. He raped me. His tentacles fucking raped me. Having forcefully bent my naked self into submission, nothing stood in the way of the tentacle plunging my pussy.

I was in disbelief, for it was nothing like any other dick I had ever taken in my life. It was covered in some strange slippery membrane that made it easy to move around even without lubrication, and with seemingly endless reach it could touch me so damn deep, pushing forward with each stroke enough to raise my entire body along with it.

Of course, that wasn't the end, as the next tentacle already made its way to the hole next to my pussy, pressing against my butt. I shook my head and tried to say no, going as far as to say I changed my mind, I'll serve Dagoth Ur willingly, that there's no need for this anymore, but he just laughed. "You already made your choice", he said, and forced me to suffer the consequences of my actions. The tentacle plunged deep into my ass, filling me up deeper than any dick has ever touched me. It hurt, but only for a while. With two of these ungodly organs running up and down, twisting and turning, they were forcing my body to yield to rapture.

I didn't want to cum, as it would've just been another victory in his book and a way to mock me and hold it over my head, but woman's body is what it is. I can handle pain to an extent, but I can't handle pleasure. I knew from the start that climax was just a matter of time, but even I couldn't believe how quickly he made me reach that point. The tone in my voice had changed completely from cries of horror and me stating my lack of consent. Although still crying, I couldn't help but to moan and gasp.

The tentacles holding me suspended in air just had an easier time twisting me around. It was like I was on my fours as they pounded me from behind with my behind turned towards the mass of tentacles. I could not see at all what he was doing with me, but I could feel his countless limbs feel my body up as they just twisted tighter around my limbs, and rubbed against my budding tits. They could even grab onto them a little, with their tiny little tips twisting around my nipples and pulling on them. I was feeling so sensitive, and having my tits pulled, squeezed and teased was maddening. Couple of tentacles even touched my face. I hated it, I didn't want those slimy things anywhere near my hair, but I realized that he didn't want to just ruin my hairdo, but also to introduce one of those slimy dicks into my mouth. I tried to keep my teeth and my lips shut as the glans on top of the long tentacle kissed me. Couple of slaps to my ass and tight pinches around my nipples later he was able to force my mouth open, and the tentacle down my throat. I couldn't even breathe for a while, he was suffocating me. I tried to bite because it felt like I was at brink of death, but I couldn't do anything to it. It was all useless.

"Yield", he said. One simple word, one simple command. Three tentacles continued to move in and out. It was getting easier to breathe, I was getting used to it, but it was still so damn intense to be dominated like that, completely against my own will.

This went on for a while, until he finally started to accelerate. I had already given up completely to the pleasure multiple times, being forced to cum in his bondage, but he had not had that pleasure to himself yet. He was going to now. All those tentacles that grew from his deformed groin shot their ejaculate at the same time, even the ones that weren't inside me. They sprayed cum on my ass, my back, my hair and my face, and most importantly, inside my body. My butt and my womb began to fill up quickly with pearly while cum, and copious amounts of it were shot into my mouth. It tasted and smelled just like normal human or elf semen, so it was nothing unusual, but for that short while of it filling my mouth and coming down my throat I couldn't breathe. I could only drink as I tried my best not to choke and gag. Damn difficult it may have been, but it's not the first time I've been forced to drink cum against my will.

He raised me to an upward position as the tentacle left my mouth alone. I gasped for air and wailed audibly for it to show mercy, but he reminded to me that the time for making decisions had already passed. "I gave you a chance to surrender willingly, but you chose this path. You chose to disrespect my lord and refused his forgiveness. For that, I will rape you. I will rape you ten times for each life you took here in my sanctuary, and then ten more times for every sign of disrespect you've given towards me and my lord. But don't worry, you won't die. Dagoth Ur's gift of immortality to you will make sure you live through this where an ordinary mortal would die. It's only after you repent through rapture that you will be forgiven."

I didn't like the sound of it, I was deathly afraid. Then again, like he said, I wasn't gonna die, for now I was Dagoth Ur's slave in this acolyte's eyes, and in his lord's eyes. Of course, I didn't count how many slaves and dreamers died at my hand, or at the hands of Karim and Kanna, but it was in the tens. I didn't care to even count, so I just cried in disbelief, trying to reason that there was no need for him to be so cruel, that I learned my lesson. He disagreed, and reminded me that my opinion shall not be heard or taken into consideration ever again, for I am just a slave.

Thus, the two tentacles continued to pound me from underneath me, making my body jerk up with each and every thrust against my deepest, private reaches. Before long, he came again, shooting even more cum inside me and on top of me, this time on my shoulder, my chest and my belly too. I was completely covered in it, reeking of my rapist's cum that was dripping down my skin in every part of my body.

An hour must've passed already at that point, and who knows how long it would've lasted had my salvation came for me. Yeah, if there was one overwhelming positive in my desperate situation, it's that there was more than one way to reach the shrine. Karim and Kanna had figured this out on their own, and they were able to save me from that monster. They discovered me in my pinch, and they challenged the grotesque monster. Being forced to defend itself, it cast me aside, but Kanna's restorative abilities and a summoned Scamp at his disposal, as well as Karim's unmatched swordsmanship, the scamp's fireballs burned through the slimy membrane as Karim's sword cut through them like butter. The acolyte fell, succumbing to his wounds rather quickly. In his dying words though, he threatened us for one last time, saying that killing him will change nothing, for Dagoth Ur already knows of my betrayal.

My friends were able to save me from being enslaved, but not save me from disease though. Nobody can. I made it clear to Kanna when she came near me to not touch me. She didn't understand why at first, but Karim had already guessed that I was infected. It broke Kanna's heart too, because he wanted to hold and comfort me, but I stayed adamant and warned her not to touch me or come near me no matter what. This isn't just normal blight, you know. Corprus is incurable. No amount of scrolls or potions was going to help, and no priest in this world is capable of healing me. Not even a god can.

I was able to clean up outside the cave in sea water, and my friends gave me some clothes to wear too so I don't need to walk around naked. At that point though, I was a broken husk, incapable of even speaking in my immense sadness. They tried to talk to me, but I wouldn't respond.

My friends led me back to Balmora, but I wasn't willing to even come close to them, so I followed a decent distance away at all times. I don't want to risk anyone catching my disease. Just because I'm going to die… That doesn't mean I have to take anyone else along with me, especially not Karim or Kanna. I love them too much, I would never want them to suffer this fate.

By the time morning rolled in, I spoke with Caius. He realized that I had caught it, and it saddened him too. At very least, I was able to do one final favor to him and Morrowind before I failed… Heh, I guess not, since I failed even in that. It was Karim and Kanna who killed that man in the end.

Now, all that's left for me is to disappear and leave for what could possibly be my very last glimmer of hope. Yeah, as sad as I was, as sad as I still am, at least there's still a chance for me, and I'm gonna take that chance no matter the consequences.

Caius said that he's been talking with a good friend of his by the name of Edd Theman, more commonly known as "Fast Eddie", and there is actually someone who's been researching into the subject of curing corprus, a man that I've already heard about myself. Divayth Fyr, an ancient Telvanni wizard of legendary proportions, and a charitable philanthropist at that, has a facility on his little island beneath his little mushroom tower, a place he calls the "Corprusarium". I've talked about his island, haven't I? It's near Sadrith Mora. It's a place where those like me, those who've been unfortunate enough to catch this disease can stay in peace, either lumbering as zombies until the end of time, or until he manages to find a cure. Of course, as mighty a wizard as he may be, he hasn't succeeded in finding a cure yet. Even still, Caius said that I should seek him out.

I'll leave tomorrow. I wish I could hug my friends goodbye, but I'm afraid to even touch anyone. They kept telling me that they'll surely meet me again, and I truly hope that is the case. I don't want to die. Then again, dying might still be preferrable to suffering through an eternity with this disease. I don't want to turn into a zombie either…

It was hard not to cry, but I told them that I'd return once I'm cured. I really hope Divayth Fyr can successfully cure me…

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