JoS/Kanna/11th Journal - Second Trial

Sun's Dusk, 27th, 3E 427

North of the fishing village of Gnaar Mok, nestled 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 lesser Daedra like scamps and flame atronachs. Speaking of the 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 that us Altmer, 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 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. Fortunately, we could still hear each other well and communicate without the 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 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 had more than enough magicka left, meaning 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 eerie red light. A large, red statue stood in the middle of it, emitting a blueish, grey mist from its base. Behind it, a man in a green robe was standing. He talked to me, but even though he was facing toward 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 because I still hadn't made my presence known. There was 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 was confused and pressed him on what he meant by Dagoth Ur's friendship and, more importantly, love and trust, and this man explained this in great detail.

Lord Indoril Nerevar and Dagoth Ur used to be the best of friends, inseparable both in peace and war. To Nerevar, this undoubtedly was about friendship, mutual trust, and Dagoth Ur's undying loyalty and service to him, but to Dagoth Ur, there was a much purer element to all of this. Dagoth Ur's 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.

I obviously don't remember any of this - I cannot remember any of this - but it was Nerevar who betrayed him, according to this man's story. "Beneath Red Mountain, you struck him down as he guarded the treasure you bound him by oath to defend", he explained. "You betrayed his love for you and cast him aside, but Lord Dagoth is willing to forgive you and let bygones be bygones if you're willing to make peace and join him in friendship."

I'm not sure what he meant since I wasn't getting the whole story, but that's fine because based on what he told me next, making peace with him would make me nothing more but a servant to his will. Sure, he spoke of raising me high in his service, promising power and wisdom, but he also demanded submission and obedience in return for his forgiveness, love, and friendship. I would have to become a slave to his whims, just like everyone else he has taken as his servants. I'm not going to let it come to it. I'm nobody's slave, and I'm not willing to submit to anybody's will.

I told as much, saying I may be the Nerevar in his eyes, and he may see no distinction between me and the man I supposedly was in my previous life, but the way I see it, I am not the same person anymore. I cannot agree to this.

He finally 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 he spoke once more.

"Lord Dagoth would far rather have you as a friend than as an enemy. But until you submit to him, Sixth House servants will treat you as an enemy." Having given his final words of warning, he spread his arms wide, asking me one last 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, but he didn't move. I couldn't even make out what was going on in his head, for this expressionless, grotesque face portrayed no emotion. I had already made my choice, although I may not have articulated it to him yet clearly. 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 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 a heavy burden fell upon me. Due to his stranglehold on my arm, I couldn't even hold onto my weapon. He finally lifted me into the air and laughed. "Even as my Master wills, you shall come to him, in his flesh, and of his flesh."

His idea of making me serve Dagoth Ur was through submission and blight, as is the case for all his followers. I was deathly afraid because I knew that the very same disease that had 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, utterly void of any intelligent or independent thought? Well, at least this hasn't happened yet, but I know from the fact, from the very moment Dagoth Ur's curse touched me, I had been taken by his corprus, a disease more commonly known as the skin-blight, an illness 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, all while I swayed and struggled in his grasp, suspended in air. 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, but it was useless. 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 into 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.

That was merely the taste of what he had in store for me, and the next tentacle made its way toward 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, telling him I'd serve Dagoth Ur willingly if he just stopped this, 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 deeper than any dick had ever touched me. It hurt, but only for a while. With two of these ungodly organs running up and down, twisting and turning, they forced 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 a 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 moan and gasp.

The tentacles holding me suspended in the air had an easy 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 pinching them. I was feeling so sensitive, and having my tits pulled, squeezed, and teased was maddening. A 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 lips shut as the glans on top of the long tentacle kissed me. A couple of slaps to my ass and tight pinches around my nipples later, he forced 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 on the 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 in 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 simultaneously, even the ones that weren't inside me. They sprayed cum on my ass, my back, my hair, my face, and most importantly, inside my body. My butt and my womb began to fill up quickly with pearly white 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 him to show mercy, but he reminded 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 my Lord and me. 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, for that matter, but the number 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, saying that I had learned my lesson. He disagreed and reminded me that my opinion shall not be heard or taken into consideration ever again, for in the eyes of his Lord Dagoth, I am nothing but 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 shoulders, chest, and 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 come 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 himself, he cast me aside, but he was no match for Kanna's restorative abilities, the summoned Scamp at her disposal, or Karim's unmatched swordsmanship. The Scamp's fireballs burned through the slimy membrane as Karim's sword cut through them like butter, and the acolyte didn't stand a chance. He fell, succumbing to his wounds rather quickly. In his dying words though, he threatened me for one last time, saying that killing him would 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 corprus. Nobody can. I made it clear to Kanna when she tried to hug me, when I warned her to not touch me. She initially didn't understand why, but Karim had already guessed I was infected. It broke Kanna's heart because she 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. It's a death sentence. No amount of scrolls or potions will 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 seawater, and my friends gave me some clothes to wear too, so I didn'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.

When morning rolled in, I spoke with Caius. He realized that I had caught it, and it saddened him too. At the 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 feel, 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 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, has a facility beneath his little mushroom tower on his little island, 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. Still, as mighty a wizard as he is, he hasn't succeeded in finding a cure yet. Even still, Caius said that I should at least 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 they'd surely meet me again, and I genuinely hope that is the case. I don't want to die. Then again, dying might still be preferable 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…

Evening Star, 1st, 3E 427

A long walk through the volcanic Molag Mar to the Azura's Coast is behind me, and I made it to the tower of Tel Fyl. There's a small study here where I can be alone with my thoughts and mentally prepare myself for entering Corprusarium. Divayth's talking to his warden and making preparations for me to safely enter the Corprusarium so I won't be attacked on sight by its inmates. I'm strictly forbidden from harming them, so I suppose this is necessary… It would suck for them to attack me without me being able to defend myself per the rules given to me.

As for Divayth Fyr himself, I got to know him very well when I first came here. I first thought he was some kind of Dremora, but he's actually just a really rich dude, as evidenced by him being fully stacked in Daedric Ebony plate. I've never even seen one piece of Daedric Ebony, and this guy has a whole set! And he's a wizard! A damn metal-plate-wearing wizard! Guy's a certified badass!

When I wrote in my previous entry that he's a wizard of legendary proportions, I meant that. The dude is old enough to remember the days when Dwemer shared the land of Morrowind with him and claims to have studied alongside the Psijic Order of Artaeum with Sotha Sil, the living god of the Tribunal himself, years before he even came a god. He's a playboy with a youthful spirit and boasts about having bedded noblewomen in every nation under the sun. He's also a proud owner of a treasure dungeon which he openly encourages thieves to try and conquer, in which he houses his massive collection of artifacts of various origins.

Two of his most recent experiments involve his "daughters" and corprus disease. He explained that he doesn't even believe corprus is a disease at all, but actually some kind of divine blessing. Certainly, he seems to think it's at least of divine origin. When I asked him how he could consider a horrific, incurable blight that has ruined thousands of lives a blessing, he explained that it's probably just that most mortal minds can't handle it. Who knows, maybe he's studying it not only to help Morrowind cure this horrible disease but also so he could use its "divine blessing" for his own good? Or, perhaps he's motivated by both prospects. I think that's actually it.

Oh, and the daughters I mentioned are actually clones he's created from his own flesh and blood. There are four of them, but when I talked to them, they didn't refer to Divayth as their father, but rather as their husband, lover, and master. Yeah, this guy has even created gender-bent copies of himself so he can shag them. Does that count as masturbation, incest, or what? Does it even matter? Guy's fucking nuts is my point. In a good way, though.

All in all, he's an eccentric but likable fellow, and he was more than happy to talk to me, hear me out, and help me. In fact, through his ramblings, he even gave me a glimmer of hope.

When he asked me about my condition, he also asked me if I'd heard of the prophecies of the Nerevarine. He told me that he's always thought that maybe he could have the Nerevarine down in his Corprusarium and not even know it. He says that Nerevarine should be immune to the blight according to some prophecy, and I distantly remember one of the prophecies told me by Nibani describing something similar, so who knows? Oh, but he wasn't done because all that was just him setting up a punchline for his joke. "Just imagine if the Nerevarine was a fat, disgusting corprus monster and mad as a marsh rat. Wouldn't that be funny?"

Oh, yes, very funny. Ha. Ha. Ha. I'm dying from laughter.

He could tell I wasn't finding humor in his black comedy at all, but I smirked as I suggested to him that soon he's gonna have Nerevarine in his dungeon. He rubbed and stroked his beard and smirked back, asking if I really thought I could be Nerevarine? Well, there was no point in hiding it, so I nodded. "I think I might be", I said without a hint of hesitation.

"Well, I've got a prototype of a potion that I've developed for a while", he said. "In theory, it should cure corprus, but it doesn't work. All of my test subjects have died."

"Well, I'm willing to take the risk."

"I'm warning you, it will be painful beyond all comprehension if it fails. A long and painful death, unlike anything your mind can even imagine."

"I'd rather die than be turned into a lumbering zombie. I'll gladly drink it on the off-chance it might work."

"You're a brave girl", he said, "but would you be willing to do something for me before I give it to you?"

"I'd rather just get it over with…" I said, sounding defeated, practically ready to suffer and die.

"I want you to consider your choices first", he said. "I know I joked about my patients, but it's not the worst possible fate imaginable. Take my old friend Yagrum Bagarn, for example. He's got corprus, yet he's still very much sane. At least, relatively speaking. He's got a nasty case of dementia, but he's still one of those minds who can handle the disease. He's a handy fellow who likes fixing things in his spare time."

Basically, he wants me to retrieve a pair of boots that he sent to be fixed by this "Yagrum" fellow, whoever he might be. I suppose I could do that. I mean, maybe I can ask him about his opinion too, ask if turning into a lumbering zombie really would be the worst thing that could happen… I've already made up my mind, but whatever. It never hurts hearing other people's dissenting opinions and their different perspectives on common issues.

I'll live at least for at least one more day.

Well, in any case, I hope I won't actually die. Like, maybe his cure will work on me after all… Or perhaps I'll just die. If I do, I hope my death will not be as painful as Divayth Fyr warned it would be. We'll find out tomorrow… Or maybe not… I hope this isn't the last time I write my journal…

For now, I'm going to sleep and prepare for tomorrow. Divayth Fyr says it'll take time before the disease truly kicks in and I begin to transform. Based on how slowly it has been progressing in my case, it should take at least a week for it to get really bad for me, so I have plenty of time to still enjoy being myself…

Evening Star, 3rd, 3E 427

I like to keep my journals in chronological order, but the very fact that I'm writing this means that I'm alive and well. I retrieved the boots, returned them to Divayth Fyr, this absolute saint of a man, and took his potion. I drank it, and here I am! I'm obviously not dead, but am I cured? According to him, no. I still have the "corprus", and whether it's a disease or a blessing, I will forever continue having it. It still can't be cured, but thanks to his potion, it's no longer contagious and will no longer progress forward, making it so that I'm not going to transform into a lumbering zombie. It still does have one neutral side effect and one positive side effect.

To start with the positive, I can never ever get sick from any disease ever again. Yay, no more colds, no more annoying diseases from rats or cliff racers, and no fear of being turned into a Vampire or a Werewolf either! Now, how about the neutral part? Well, I will never grow up or age, meaning I'm biologically immortal. I'm almost eleven - almost - and I suppose I'll forever be almost eleven then. Comes with its ups and downs, I guess. I don't have to worry about wrinkles, smelly sweat, or acne. No pubic or underarm hair for me either.

Jokes aside, how will that affect my puberty? I mean, my boobs will obviously no longer grow, but puberty isn't just about what happens on the outside, but also about what's inside. I'm too young to ovulate; will it stay that way? I've never even thought about having children or being a mother since I'm too young to worry about those kinds of things. If that's also impossible, I don't have to worry about getting pregnant in the future either. I guess there's both good and bad to be drawn from that. On the one hand, sex will continue to be safe for me, but on the other hand, I can't bear children, even if I want to.

Oh, and on that note, he provided me with two vials of the very same potion. Why? I'm not sure, but he said there could come a day when I meet someone who has faced a similar fate as me. Maybe if that day comes, they could want to make that decision for themselves and drink the potion if they so choose. I mean, since it worked on me, it could also work on other people. Sure, there's the whole thing of me almost certainly being the true Incarnate, Nerevar reborn, who is prophesied to be immune to corprus anyway, but who knows, perhaps I'm not unique in that regard. Divayth Fyr says some minds can handle this "divine blessing" better than others, so it could also just be that.

Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself in my infinite joy and happiness. Let's talk about what kind of place Corprusarium really was.

I entered it in brown linen rags with its gatekeeper Vistha-Kai, Divayth's close friend, and he went through the usual protocols, warning me not to attack the inmates. If I need to defend myself, I shouldn't go for the kill. Calming illusion spells should be fine, as should paralyzing spells, but the latter should only be the last resort since it'd agitate the inmates further. He also said that Uupse Fyr, the youngest of Divayth's daughters, should've already calmed the inmates down so I would be allowed free and easy access to Yagrum. Unfortunately, he and I made one crucial oversight: he didn't give me directions.

As soon as he locked the gate and wished me good luck, he walked away, and I was faced with three directions to go towards. I tried to signal him to get back, but he didn't hear me calling him out. I honestly should've just waited for him to return, but being the impatient little thing I am, I picked a direction at random, hoping it would be the one. And yeah, then I got lost.

The inmates were calm, not trying to attack me at all, even though I could see one of them pop a boner as he gawked at me with his empty, soulless eyes. I tried to ignore it, pushing forward.

What I found next was a dead end. I sighed as I turned around, only to see the very same man having followed me. He wasn't looking to attack me, but it was clear that he was aroused. I guess calming them down to not attack me was never enough because they could still get horny. I wondered for a while, how to get out of this situation? I had been instructed not to hurt them, but was given no instructions regarding how to deal with horny inmates. I tried to talk to him, but he probably didn't understand a word. Instead, he just stared at me as I tried to walk past it. Sadly, that only seemed to agitate him as he grabbed my wrist and pushed me down on the ground. Sure enough, he plunged his cock into my pussy, and considering that one of the side-effects of corprus disease progressing that far is superhuman strength, he was much stronger than an ordinary adult man would be. I had no way of defending myself against him.

If there's one good takeaway from being raped, it's that he was quick, and his willy calmed down after cumming inside me just once. My clothes were ruined, but at least I was able to continue. Or, so I thought. A gang of five similar corprus walkers were waiting for me, and wouldn't you just know it, a sight of a naked young girl made them all want to fuck me.

This time I wasn't done in just a few funny minutes, as they kept me as their collective plaything for almost an hour. This time I was forced to feel some pleasure too. They weren't amazing lovers or anything like that, but I came a few times myself.

Tired and ready to move on, I pressed forward, but what I found next was a corprus monster more akin to that acolyte I met in that cave with tentacles growing out of its body. I tried to backpedal the fuck outta there, but wouldn't you know it, he caught me too. He raised me to the air, grabbed onto my waist with his one remaining human arm, holding me still with the six tentacles, and continued to slam his waist into my cunt. Face to face with him, I just moaned and sighed as I let it have its way with me. It was infuriating and humiliating, and not at all what I thought would've happened to me, but I had to take it. It's not like those brainless zombies knew any better…

Luckily after that, I made it to my destination after being raped by seven separate monsters for a better part of an hour. I was naked, kind of tired, but still well on my feet.

I then found Uupse and Yagrum, the former of which has a body of an eight-year-old Dunmer. You see, all four of Divayth's daughters - or wives - have different body types, suggesting that Divayth appreciates women of all ages and body types. Uupse cares for the inmates, by the way, which means he spends most of the time down in the Corprusarium.

I complained to her about the other inmates raping me, to which she simply apologized, saying that her beloved husband has a tendency to not warn female inmates of that. She then explained that corprus affects different people in different ways, and one of these ways is to turn females afflicted with the disease into so-called "corprus whores". This condition is almost exclusive to women, with only a few recorded cases of it ever being contracted by men, and these "whores", for the lack of a better term, retain their bodily features in a near-perfect condition. The only visible changes are the grayer skin tone and some patches of cancerous skin, but they won't grow cancerous flesh, tumors, or anything like that. They're dumb as rocks and always horny though, and Uupse suggested that the strain I caught was probably that, not that it matters anymore.

Now, let's talk about Yagrum Bagarn. He's so fat that he can't move without the help of mechanical spider legs, which he was attached to his body. They're akin to those Dwemer spiders you may come across in some ancient ruins, except much larger. He's built them himself like the handy Dwemer he is.

Yeah, this guy's an actual, literal Dwemer, the last of his kind. I couldn't believe it when he said it to me. Didn't the Dwemer all disappear? How is there one left? He said that he was an excellent conjurer in his youth and just so happened to outside Nirn in an unspecified plane of oblivion, which allowed him to escape the collective fate of the Dwemer race. I asked what he knew about the death of his brethren, but he sadly couldn't give me an answer. He doesn't know any more than anyone else, even though he spent thousands of years looking for answers before succumbing to the corprus at the dawn of the third era. Besides, like Divayth also said, he suffers from a bad case of dementia. This disease has taken a toll on his brain even though he's still sane.

The chat I had with him was fascinating though. I sat down with him for a long time, just asking about how corprus has affected him, how he likes it there, that kinda stuff. He said it would be preferable for him to be healed, but not preferable enough for him to take the risk of death that comes along with Divayth's current potion. Still, he said he didn't judge me for wanting to take that risk myself, saying it all comes down to differences in personality in the end. He's not a big risk-taker and is "fine" with his life down there.

The boots I was sent to retrieve, well… He had nothing good to say about them. He called them amateurish, beyond repair, and finally, a joke and a disgrace. No Dwemer could've crafted them according to him, meaning they were probably just a cheap counterfeit. They do have a functional enchantment of levitation on them, but that's not much, as the enchantment is quite weak. Any experienced enchanter should be able to recreate them. Regardless, he gave them to me, along with a Dwemer puzzle box, which he instructed me to give to Divayth.

As for what happened next, I already told you, didn't I? I drank the potion and was "cured". I was happy, and so was Divayth. He was so happy about his potion actually working on someone! He must've said "you're not dead!" like ten times during that brief encounter. He still wanted to do some tests with me and ask some questions, but for what it's worth, I'm saved.

That was all yesterday, and now, as I'm finishing writing this, the boat inbound to Castle Ebonheart should be departing soon, meaning I'm ready to go home. It will probably take until tomorrow evening until I actually get back to Caius and my friends, but that's fine.

Lastly, the big elephant in the room.

I really might be the Nerevarine then. Isn't it pretty much confirmed now? Well, not completely, but considering that the Sixth House, the Emperor, and now even Divayth Fyr are saying it's the case, it's becoming more likely by the second. This whole episode with corprus proves that as well, as it's pretty much how the second trial was described, as read to me by Nibani from the "seven trials of the incarnate". "Neither blight nor age can harm him; the curse-of-flesh before him flies". That's what happened to me, right? Okay, replace him with her, but you get the point. Lord Nerevar Indoril was a man, but I'm not. At least not anymore. Maybe I was in my previous life. Doesn't matter to me.

I hope my friends aren't too worried about me anymore. I can't wait to finally hug Kanna and Karim and tell them I'm fine now.

• 12th Journal - Dissidents