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…
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 in here where I can be alone with my thoughts. I'm still preparing myself mentally 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's some kind of daedra, but he's actually just a really rich dude, as evident by the fact that he's fully stacked in Daedric Ebony plate. I've never even seen one piece of Daedric Ebony, and this guy has a whole set! 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, old enough to remember the days before the Tribunal became gods, said to have studied alongside the Psijic Order of Artaeum with Sotha Sil, the living god of the Tribunal himself. He's a playboy with a youthful spirit and boasts about having bedded noblewomen on 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 artifacts of various origins.
Two of his most recent experiments involve his "daughters" as well as corprus disease. He explained to me that he doesn't actually even believe corprus is a disease at all, but rather some kind of divine blessing. Certainly, he seems to believe it's at least of divine origin. When I asked him how could he consider a horrific, incurable blight that has ruined thousands of lives a blessing, he explained to me 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 to 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, they're actually clones he's created from his own flesh and blood. There's 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 a master. Yeah, this guy has even created female 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 a highly friendly fellow, and he was more than happy to talk to me, hear me out and help me. In fact, he was even happy to give me a glimmer of hope.
When he was asking 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 remember one of the prophecies told to me by Nibani describing something similar, so who knows. Oh, but he wasn't done, because all of what he was saying was just him setting up for the punchline. "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 that I wasn't finding humor in in his black comedy at all, but I smirked as I told that soon he's gonna have Nerevarine in his dungeon. He started rubbing and stroking his beard, and smiled, 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'd rather die than be turned into a monster."
"It will be painful beyond all comprehension if it fails. A long and painful death unlike anything your mind can even imagine."
"I've got nothing to lose. I'd gladly drink it."
"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 one of those minds who can handle the disease, you see. 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, I can maybe ask about his opinion too, ask if turning into a lumbering zombie really would be the worst thing that could happen… I've already made 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, because maybe his cure will work on me after all… Or maybe I'll just die… 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 that 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 a 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 this absolute saint of a man, and I 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" whether it is a disease or a blessing, just like I forever will have. It cannot be removed from me, 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 positives, I can never ever get sick from any disease ever again. Yay, no more colds, no more annoying diseases from rats or cliff racers, no fear of being turned into a Vampire or a Werewolf either! Now, how about the neutral part? Well, I will never grow up, and will never age, meaning that I'm biologically immortal. I'm almost eleven - almost - and I guess 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 inside. I'm too young to produce eggs in my ovaries; is it going to stay that way? I've never even thought about having children or being a mother, I'm too young to worry about that kinds of things. If that's also impossible, I guess I don't have to worry about getting pregnant in the future either.
Oh, and on that note, he provided me with two vials of the very same potion. Why? I'm not sure, but he said that 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 chose. I mean, since it worked on me, it could work on other people as well. 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, maybe I'm not the only one. 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 called Vistha-Kai, Divayth's close friend, and he went through the usual protocols, warning me to not 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'll 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, him 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. 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 stared me with his empty, soulless eyes. I tried to ignore it, pushing forward.
What I found soon 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's clear that he was aroused. I guess calming them enough to not attack me was never enough, because they can still get horny. I wondered for a while, how to get out from this situation? I had been instructed not to hurt them, but no instructions about how to deal with horny inmates. I tried to talk to him, but he didn't understand a word probably. Instead, he just stared at me, as I tried to walk past it. It sadly only seemed to agitate him, as he grabbed onto 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, he was much stronger than a normal adult man would be. I had no ways of defending 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 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 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. Damn it, this isn't what I thought was gonna happen to me when I came here.
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. All four of Divayth's daughters - or wives - have different body types you see. She cares for the inmates. I asked her about them raping me, to which she simply apologized, saying that her beloved husband has a tendency to not warn female inmates of that. She went on to say that since 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", which is almost exclusive to women with only a few recorded cases of it ever being contracted by men. These "whores", for the lack of better term, retain their bodily features in a near perfect condition with an exception of grayer skin and some patches of cancerous skin, but no cancerous flesh 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 of 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 Deep Elf, 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 in his youth he was an excellent conjurer 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 knows about the death of his brethren, but he sadly couldn't give me an answer. He doesn't know any more than anyone else despite the fact that he spent literal thousands of years looking for answers before succumbing to the corprus at the dawn of the third era. Besides, he suffers from a bad case of dementia too. This disease has taken a toll on his brains even though he's still sane.
The chat I had with him was very interesting though. I sat down with him for a long time, just asking about how corprus has affected him, how he likes it here, all that kinds of stuff. He said it would be preferable for him to be healed, but not preferable enough for him to take a 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 that 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 experiences 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 to take me to Sadrith Mora, and from there to Castle Ebonheart should be departing soon. It will take probably 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 so, it's becoming more likely by the second. This whole episode with corprus just 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, I'm not. At least not anymore. Maybe I was in my previous life. Doesn't matter to me.
I hope my allies are not too worried about me anymore. I can't wait to finally hug Kanna and Karim and tell them I'm fine now.