Kalah do faal Mahlaan Dovah

  • My name is Lotsahqonsivaas, or Great Crimson Beast in human tongue. I am a Dovah, but unlike the others of my time, I was the only one to despise the worship of man. Alone, upon dii strunmah, my mountain, passively observing the tenaciousness of the mortals and the greed of the dov. To ensure my life was not infested with this monotony, at the beginning of every sun I performed a ritualistic prayer to Akatosh. Sadly, even that could not escape the tragedy of my time, as that too was plagued by the roars of my brethren, and the ruk, worship, that they basked in. I never understood the joy they got from having such insignificant beings yearn for your attention and presence, and at the time, all of it seemed nothing more than a nuisance. My days went on like this for years, but this seemingly peaceful life changed drastically when the object of my worship came to me. Akatosh, nothing more than a transient apparition, spoke words that brought foreign emotion to my life.

    "Dovah, I am Akatosh, God of Time. Watching over this age, I have taken notice to your peculiar behavior, and would like to extend an invitation to Aetherius to you, to serve as our protector, and to exist for all of time."

    "Geh drog Akatosh." 

    The only words to escape my jaw were those, and as soon as he appeared, he vanished. I was surrounded by an auburn glow, and my soul was taken from my body. My physical form left limp, lifeless and lacking in the mortal plane.

    It took all of a few seconds, but I soon arrived, with Akatosh, at my destination. Aetherius was an odd sight compared to that of the human world. There were no physical landmasses, but everything was made of an ambiguous form, as well as entirely flowing with magicka.

    "Dovah, you have now shed your physical form, and attained a form of enlightenment beyond that of which you could obtain in the mortal world. Your body is no longer yours, and as such, I now bestow upon you, a title most fitting. From this day on, you are now Vahlokdoskuld. And as such, you shall serve the Divines and I as our perpetual guardian. Your held more power in the mortal world than you let on, betraying the harmony you held with the world, which is why I chose you over the rest of your kind."

    Akatosh's face bore a warmth that contradicted his serious tone, and once again, I found myself at a loss for words.

    "Geh dii drog."

    As Akatosh once again vanished from my sight, I began my service under the guise of guardian. What seemed like eons passed, as my mind slowly drifted from my consciousness, and my vigilance was at an all time low. My understanding of my own voice, and magick began to slowly decline too as I found my mind still wandering back to Nirn from time to time, just contemplating the visages of my various brothers. The most prominent being that of Alduin's. He was more a dictator than God-King, but he was still my brother. Granted, that's what I had assumed.

    It had turned out that Alduin, exiled from the mortal world by the very same men who revered him, now sought to exact his revenge. At the time, I didn’t know, but the orders I had received from Akatosh: To venture to Sovngarde and destroy a disturbance there. Was to destroy none other than Alduin himself. My instantaneous arrival was not enough to prepare me to face off against the strongest of my ancient brothers, and as such, my tensions ran high as Alduin talked to me.

    "Bolaav zey havaht zeymah!"

    His voice, tinged with anger, yelled out to me.

    "Alduin, Zu'u nis."

    Not betraying my masters, I firmly stood my ground, and dug my ephemeral claws into the magickal ground of Sovngarde.

    "Ruz nahlok wah dir!"

    And with that, the battle that ended my time in Aetherius took place. My ignorance to magicka over the years and the powerlessness of my Thu'um left me in a pathetic state compared to the fiery blaze that was Alduin's voice. In a short battle, I was devastatingly wounded and my worth to the divines was proven: Zero.

    Sovngarde was soon after taken over by Alduin, and as I lay half-alive, I was soon approached by Akatosh once again. This time, Akatosh's tone and demeanor betrayed nothing. He was nothing, if not irate.

    "Dovah! Is your title meaningless?! You let your zeymah through without so much as a scratch on his crest! Yet, you fancy yourself as a guardian of the divines?! Begone! I will return you to the mortal world, but not as your former self, that body has long since decayed. You will return as a human, and you WILL rectify this mistake! Be it one month, or one millenia!"

    And with that final wave of his hand, I was shoved into the body of a young Nordic man, and began my life as a joor. I was not able to harm Alduin as a dragon, yet my lord expects me to be able to pry him from Sovngarde as a human? This will prove most challenging, but I'm not in such a luxurious position to where I can decide what I will do, and how I will proceed. My growth and knowledge from here on can only grow, and if I so much as hiccup in my position, I will fall even farther from grace.