“But the Tribunal had become as greedy as Kagrenac upon hearing of the power of the Heart and they coveted it. They made ritual as if to summon Azura as Nerevar wanted but Almalexia used poisoned candles and Sotha Sil used poisoned robes and Vivec used poisoned invocations. Nerevar was murdered.”
If this is a cult, I’ve officially joined.
Relevant: http://www.imperial-library.info/content/fireside-chats?page=1
Meet Pack Rat. My pack rat. And new best friend.
In the past hour I’ve managed to find myself short 3,150 septims and hopelessly lost in what appears to be the buried ruins of the city getting mobbed by goblins.
This wasn’t supposed to work out this way.
GUYS.
QUIT IT.
SERIOUSLY.
QUIT.
Rereading the Sermons and find this, blahhhhh.
Vivec, damn it, why do you have to be such an asshole.
Why do I have to blame all my destruction-of-Morrowind-related angst on you.
Okay, sure, it would mostly be the Nerevarine’s fault. But damn Vivec for being so self-centered as to just not care about the final outcome of all of this.
Divayth Fyr, Lord of Tel Fyr
I miss this badass. Replaying Morrowind makes me desperately hope that during the Red Year he fled somewhere with his clone-wives-daughters and the world’s last Dwemer and is secretly holed up in some barrow I have yet to stumble across in Skyrim.
And gosh, as epic and alien and fantastic as it is, there’s that lingering thought hanging over my head that everything I do is meaningless because everyone I know is going to die and it’s pretty much my fault.
… And found that damn journal in the wreck of the Pride of Tel Vos.
HOUSE TELVANNI, NO.
;_;
Started a new game; I find it sort of funny that while in Skyrim I can be Archmage of Winterhold at level 7 (true story), as a low-leveled character in Morrowind everything wants to kill me all day, erryday, and usually succeeds.
Morrowind’s theme is still the best. Also that piano/violin cover of the combined Morrowind/Skyrim theme. Even my mom likes those girls. :)
