Master Arngeir stood at the top of the Throat of the World, his master, Paarthurnax, had summoned him. It was very peaceful on the Throat of the World, not a sound could be heard except breeze of the snow and the flap of the master’s wings. An ancient word wall stood on the side, speaking of the war between the dragons as it stood proudly by the Dragon Break – the crack in time where Alduin was banished.
Paathurnax flew down and spoke to Arngeir, “Drem yol lok, Sadonvum. I have summoned you to speak of the Prophecy of the Breath, Isavald spoke it – no?”
“Yes, Master Isavald spoke four prophecies in Windhelm – one of them mentioned the Su’um do Bormahu”
“It has been a while since I have heard of the prophecy, let me recall it…”
Paathurnax paused and then spoke, reciting the prophecy he had learnt all those years ago -
“Fod lein grind ahrk pogaan hun grind,
rek wo lost koraav ful pogaas fen ni bom,
fin su’um do Bormahu fen siiv ruz zii
ol Bormahu siiv pah suleyk,
fin lein los ko faaz – wahlaan fen kren
ahst fin tiid do un paar, fin Bormahu fen bo”
Arngeir quickly translated the prophecy, “Master, these things you speak of sound like the World-Eater’s return – could it be that Alduin is returning?”
“No, Arngeir, my zeymah will return soon – but not now, the wheel has not yet turned”
Paathurnax paused “But something almost as worse has yet to happen…”
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In the Dwemer workshop of Oblivion, Calcelmo walked up to Kagrenac. He was busy monitoring the progress of the test subjects and would likely, as always, refuse to answer questions. But Calcelmo had thought of a way to word it so he would give him the information he craved.
“My lord, if you would please allow me to courtesy, I would be infinitely grateful if I could learn from the bountiful knowledge of the Chief tonal Architect of the Dwemer” It hurt his Atlmer pride to grovel before him but his desire for knowledge came first.
Kagrenac still wore his helmet, but if he did not Calcelmo would have seen the smile form on his face and he complied, “Very well, mortal, what did you wish to know?”
“You said you created the device to travel to paradise – what was this paradise exactly?”
Kagrenac chuckled, “Nidavellir – we found an empty plane of Oblivion and turned it into our world. We built cities, towns, schools, theatres, hospitals, workshops, everything…”
“What happened?”
“Nothing, the Dwarves still live there and continue to thrive – those we sent out on scouting mission are doomed to remain since the Crossover was shut down”
“Why was it shut down?”
“It was shut down because of how it was made – they overlooked the fact I single-handedly saved them from the binds of mundus and gave them a paradise. Instead they focused on how I made the device, and they exiled me for it”
“How did you make the device?”
“It was constructed to deconstruct the atoms of our entire races existence and then reassemble them perfectly in Nidavellir. It functioned off of the Heart of Lorkhan that is still inside it but…”
“The Heart of Lorkhan?" Cacelmo interuppted. "Wasn’t it left behind when you disappeared?”
“Ha! That tiny thing? It was a fake left behind, yes it possessed some powers but only a fraction of what the real heart can”
“So how did you create the device?”
“Huh? Oh yes – the Crossover functions off of the power of the Heart of Lorkhan but it was not enough to teleport the entire race. The device needed something more, so I murdered one hundered Dwemer and trapped their souls in the machine to give it power”
“You murdered a hundred people!?”
“It was for the good of the Dwemer race, but the others saw it as murder - they shut the machine down and exiled me from the world I created! I ended up in this tiny plane of Oblivion which I turned into my workshop, they believed the device would never be activated again and exiled it here with me. I quickly assembled an immortality device using the Heart's residual power and for 3,751 years I have tried to get the device working – I succeeded recently and then kidnapped you to work it for me”
Kagrenac sighed and daydreamed of Nidavellir, the perfect world “It truly was amazing Calcelmo, Nidavellir. The capital, Dwemeria, had golden towers that stretched higher than ever imaginable, beautiful buildings littered the streets and the market was such a sight to behold. It was a magnificent plaza with a statue of me in the centre – although it was soon replaced by a fountain.
I had a mansion in Dwemeria, it was the highest building in the city and I had a balcony that let me look over all of it - the peace, the tranquillity, the sight of children running around in the plaza before they went to school, we had no need for an army or for soldiers, no need for defences – we simply constructed a paradise.
I journeyed to one of the villages once, far away from Dwemeria. They had named it Kagrenac in my honour; it had small little houses and a farm where they grew the most beautiful flowers alongside the most delicious crops – we never feared bandits for there were none.”
Calcelmo stared in wonder, imagining the paradise the Dwarves had created for themselves – but then a loud bang as Kagrenac thumped his fist on the table brought him back.
“But then the Dwemer exiled me, me! I was never to see my beloved world again and for three thousand years I toiled trying to find a way back! Only to realise they had shut off the teleport links, even if I got it working I could never get there!”
Then Kagrenac seemed less nostalgic and clasped his hands together, “So I will enact my revenge – everyone of Nidavellir will die along with everything. I will rule all of creation!”
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Akatosh sat at the head of the throne room of Aetherius, in the other chairs resided the Nine Divines: Arkay, Dibella, Julianos, Kynareth, Mara, Stendarr, Zenithar and Talos. The Aedra could assemble in many different forms and not all were included, they often appeared in whatever form was most relevant - since this matter concerned all of Tamriel they appeared as the Cyrodillic Divines - which did, despite the Thalmor's protests, include Talos.
Akatosh spoke, “I must wend down to Mundus, for the prophecy hath been spoken and I shalt answer it”
Talos interrupted, “Who art thee, king of the Divines, to followeth the command of a mortal?”
Akatosh answered, “Those gents art mine people and I wilt save those folk as thee didst in life, Tiber Septim”
“As mother of men I wilt not standeth to see their deaths” Mara added
“The cycle of life cannot beest ended” Arkay decided
“Life must wend on, the prophecy must beest obeyed” Kynareth included
“Knowledge must be saved” Julianos interrupted
“The evil on Mundus must beest ceased!” Stendarr demanded
“Those gents joys of life cannot beest disrupted” Dibella said
“Those gents worketh so hard to appease us, tis our turn to holp those folk” Zenithar pleaded
“I see thy views, I condone this act” Talos replied
The entire divines spoke together they blessed Akatosh as he journeyed to Mundus, “We, the Aedra, bless you in your travels to the mortal realm”
And with that, Akatosh left Aetherius and journeyed down to Mundus…
Dovahzul Translations
Drem yol lok, Sadonvum - Greetings Greybeard
Su’um do Bormahu - Breath of Akatosh
Zeymah - Brother
Fod lein grind ahrk pogaan hun grind,
rek wo lost koraav ful pogaas fen ni bom,
fin su’um do Bormahu fen siiv ruz zii
ol Bormahu siiv pah suleyk,
fin lein los ko faaz – wahlaan fen kren
ahst fin tiid do un paar, fin Bormahu fen bo
- When worlds combine and four heroes meet,
She who has seen so much will not retreat,
The breath of the Dragon will find a new soul,
As Akatosh gains full control,
The world is in pain - creation will break
At the time of our need, the dragon will wake
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