Biography of a Shadowscale -- Chapter 4: Disappearance of the Dwemer

  • Sithis tasked me with traveling to Vivec City in Morrowind and told me of a home that I was to use as a base of operations. He told me to be prepared for another vision, in which He will give me another task. I woke from this dream-vision with a jolt and immediately gathered my traveling gear. I was born for the sake of serving Him and would follow His requests until my dying breath. I left the moment I was ready to go and immediately pointed myself in the direction of Vivec.

    The journey to the city was swift and without trouble. I found the home Sithis had shown me for sale in Vivec's Foreign Quarter, purchased it, and settled in, unsure of what to do next. I decided to familiarize myself with Vivec's surroundings, which I spent several weeks doing, going through Balmora and Ald'ruhn and familiarizing myself as much as possible with Vvardenfell in general.

    It was months after the first vision that I got the second.

    My task was laid out before me and when I awoke, there on my bed beside me was a single arrow. His arrow. The Rose of Sithis. I readied my gear and moved on to the Ghostgate and beyond. Fighting would be here soon, so I climbed Red Mountain as fast as I could manage. Knowing I would be safe, I found my spot and leaped over the lip of the volcano, smoldering in the heat, and landed on a small terrace.

    Crawling into the interior wall was difficult. Not for size, though it was a small area, but simply because the rocks were so hot. For Sithis though, I'd do anything. Hours seemed to go by and I thought I heard the sounds of battle outside of the mountain. I found the forgotten, remote room that was to be my base of operations and got ready. It was time to dig.

    I pulled out a pickaxe and started hammering away at the wall. There wasn't far to go. Soon I broke through to the chamber of the Heart of Lorkhan. Soon after that the fighting started. I watched with unsated hunger as blood fell on both sides. Eventually the Dwemer known as Dumac fell, and another, Kagrenac, did what I knew he would.

    Kagrenac started attacking the Heart of Lorkhan with his special equipment, disenchanting it. It seemed that his fear of death overwhelmed his hope of winning, and for good reason. Within minutes, as friend and foe alike fell behind him, the remaining not even noticing him, the enchantments on the Heart dispersed. I readied the Rose of Sithis, and as soon as the last enchantment was removed, I pulled and released.

    In not even a blink of the eye, the Heart and Kagrenac were gone. As I looked, all of the Dwemer that had been fighting had disappeared as well, even the dead. Sithis had never given me any reason to doubt him, and so I knew that all Dwemer had disappeared, leaving confusion in their place.

    Kagrenac had promised Sithis an entire of species of souls. What He would use them for, I had no reason to know. But I did know enough to realize that the damage to the Heart must have created a power outbreak large enough to pull off Kagrenac's deal. Immortal the Dwemer shall be, but only in the Void.

    I packed up my equipment and left the way I came. On my way home, however, I passed, simply on the road, a maiden of pure beauty. My own race, but unlike me, she was as pale compared to the moon as I was dark compared to the night sky. A beautiful contrast, and I knew she noticed it as well.  But I had no time for such things, and as such, I kept walking. On the way back, however, I noticed something most peculiar. I felt no urge to feed from her, despite my ever-growing hunger.