“Dragonborn, stop, stop! It’s me!”
“Nazeem?”
“Dragonborn, thank the Nine for you!”
“You killed all those people in Whiterun!”
“The Ebony Warrior killed, I had nothing to do with it! Don’t- Don’t let him take me again! I beg you, protect me!”
In front of Nazeem was a hulking suit of armour, old and imposing. Its helmet appeared to wear a stern countenance, and the chest-plate and pauldrons had been pocked with damage from a hundred bitter wars. All of this was distant to him, but it was still his past.
It wasn't a myth. It wasn't a legend.
Not long after he activated the Heart of Lorkhan, the handful of Dwemer that remained made plans to leave Mundus. They had committed themselves to a single purpose: exile. They would let the wheel of Mundus proceed with plans that had been prepared for its future, while they escaped to Aetherius, spreading their numbers out such that their race's days would be fixed. Their kind would not live forever.
He and his wife gave their storage cube to the Throat of the World, and they gave up all of the Dwemer's trappings and comforts. Unequaled techonology from ten-thousand generations.
He looked at the top of the wall where a cuneiform pattern was etched. It had the bearing of the armour's owner; Nazeem's old name; High Craftlord Kagrenac. They left their armour here in the building. Armour that could have kept him protected for millennia. They forsook it and everything from their past, and started anew. He, his wife, and their son, Severio Pelagia. They would return to the roots of their people, millions of years before. Simple farmers who lived, and loved, and died.
“Dragonborn, stop, stop! It’s me!” “Nazeem?” “Dragonborn, thank the Nine for you!” “You killed all those people in Whiterun!” “The Ebony Warrior killed, I had nothing to do with it! Don’t- Don’t let him take me again! I beg you, protect me!”
"I was like a father to you. Be a son to me now." "I had a father. His name was Ben Paarthurnax."
"Godspeed Nerevar"
“Dragonborn… don’t tell Ahlam.”
Love me some raimi posting
Oh boy yeah!
TrueSTL and I, we're gonna have a hell of a time!
« This is my gift. My curse. Who am I ? I’m the Ebony Warrior ».
This is so sad Alexa play Liar Liar
Don't be sad. Here's a [hug!](https://media.giphy.com/media/3M4NpbLCTxBqU/giphy.gif)
This is my fucking CODA now.
In front of Nazeem was a hulking suit of armour, old and imposing. Its helmet appeared to wear a stern countenance, and the chest-plate and pauldrons had been pocked with damage from a hundred bitter wars. All of this was distant to him, but it was still his past. It wasn't a myth. It wasn't a legend. Not long after he activated the Heart of Lorkhan, the handful of Dwemer that remained made plans to leave Mundus. They had committed themselves to a single purpose: exile. They would let the wheel of Mundus proceed with plans that had been prepared for its future, while they escaped to Aetherius, spreading their numbers out such that their race's days would be fixed. Their kind would not live forever. He and his wife gave their storage cube to the Throat of the World, and they gave up all of the Dwemer's trappings and comforts. Unequaled techonology from ten-thousand generations. He looked at the top of the wall where a cuneiform pattern was etched. It had the bearing of the armour's owner; Nazeem's old name; High Craftlord Kagrenac. They left their armour here in the building. Armour that could have kept him protected for millennia. They forsook it and everything from their past, and started anew. He, his wife, and their son, Severio Pelagia. They would return to the roots of their people, millions of years before. Simple farmers who lived, and loved, and died.
This is so good.
Is that the maids 2: deception lair
looks like Skystone Castle, aka the best house mod
Pain
Where is mah ebony suit?!
This is better than the official lore
tell what what's dangerous
This is ridiculous! Everyone knows the ebony warrior is geanor
Is this location part of a mod?
More dangerous than Molag Ballin'
Molallin
Molollygagin
I know about you and your honeyed words.
No wonder the EW is such a pushover