The Void Arcana
an Original Elder Scrolls Tale
Written by Specter of Death
This is a solo re-creation of a roleplay premise I've had on my mind for the last couple of years. You can find that story, In the Name of Aetherius, HERE. I'll be posting chapters from the perspectives of multiple characters with the primary focus being on Lilium, the College Adept leading the adventure. This dark tale's posts will occasionally be preceded by music meant to help "set the mood" so to speak. I encourage you to play the music while you read the writing posted with it, though it's not required. Please enjoy!
"Schizophrenia" composed by Lucas King
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Tamriel is dark. Unnaturally dark.
Black and grey clouds swirl in the skies above the provinces. Their newfound and permanent home where blue skies and the warm sun once were. Rain and thunderstorms have become a norm now, pouring the dreary and depressing colors out onto the roofs, streets, and terrain. Skyrim is cold. Not as cold as it's terrible winters, but unnaturally so. Cold and rigid like that of a long-dead corpse.
Its denizens are panicked; fear-stricken. Waking morning after morning with anxiety towards the coming events of the day. Was it going to be as dark as the last? Darker even? More sinister? Looming over all of them like a predator stalking? Never do they know. Never are they prepared to face the nightmares in the evenings following their fearful days. Were they too going to lose their minds? Their souls? Would their neighbor wander into their homes while they tossed and turned to cut their throats? Were they to murder their neighbors while they slept?
The dis-ease is infectious to those who are surrounded by it day in and day out. It's tendrils crawl into their every sense, every pore as they grow more and more nervous at the news they catch each day. Wanderers have more luck. Yet, the danger for them is much more dire; more lethal.
Holes of darkness tear their way into the fabric of the mortal plane, dumping the contents of it's evil and vile inhabitants out to wander the world. These creatures are manifested, created, their origins only speculated to be from the dreams the people suffer. Wandering the wilds. Plaguing the life that lives there. Spreading the black of their forms with each step, bleeding its shadows to spread along the paths they walk. Fueling the monstrous and vindictive sky above. Those who find themselves away from the plague of sleeping in terror, risk discovering their unnatural fates with the sight of these creatures. Luck can not be the defining word for their circumstances. Chance is more accurate.
Whiterun. With walls, though crumbling, seems to be in the least state of disarray. It's protectors diligently and vigilantly quarantining the indoctrinated, zombie-like civilians. Reacting to the individual terrors from person to person in the nights while they sleep. Its leadership holds true, despite the uncertainty that looms over him and his administration. Slowly this unclear path is crumbling around them, and before long this loose grip on sanity and control will slip like all the other capitals.
Here you stumble, somehow unscathed and unknowing. Noticing only the odd weather patterns in your travels, and the sudden tension you feel upon your entry into the city. Suddenly you feel the looming darkness slowly surround you too. Instead of what should be fear, the will of your mind holds inquisition.
What is going on? What's plaguing this world? How have you not noticed until now?
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Contents
(So Far/In Progress)
Character: The College Adept..........[LINK]
Character: The Scaled Cleric..........[LINK]
Character: The Nordic Valkyrie
Character: The Ashen Prince
Character: The Coniferous Hunter
Prologue Part 1: The Path to Knowledge
Prologue Part 2: Admittance to the Gates of Aetherius
Prologue Part 3: An Adept's Responsibility
Chapter 1: Changes in the Sky
an Original Elder Scrolls Tale
Written by Specter of Death
This is a solo re-creation of a roleplay premise I've had on my mind for the last couple of years. You can find that story, In the Name of Aetherius, HERE. I'll be posting chapters from the perspectives of multiple characters with the primary focus being on Lilium, the College Adept leading the adventure. This dark tale's posts will occasionally be preceded by music meant to help "set the mood" so to speak. I encourage you to play the music while you read the writing posted with it, though it's not required. Please enjoy!
"Schizophrenia" composed by Lucas King
---
Tamriel is dark. Unnaturally dark.
Black and grey clouds swirl in the skies above the provinces. Their newfound and permanent home where blue skies and the warm sun once were. Rain and thunderstorms have become a norm now, pouring the dreary and depressing colors out onto the roofs, streets, and terrain. Skyrim is cold. Not as cold as it's terrible winters, but unnaturally so. Cold and rigid like that of a long-dead corpse.
Its denizens are panicked; fear-stricken. Waking morning after morning with anxiety towards the coming events of the day. Was it going to be as dark as the last? Darker even? More sinister? Looming over all of them like a predator stalking? Never do they know. Never are they prepared to face the nightmares in the evenings following their fearful days. Were they too going to lose their minds? Their souls? Would their neighbor wander into their homes while they tossed and turned to cut their throats? Were they to murder their neighbors while they slept?
The dis-ease is infectious to those who are surrounded by it day in and day out. It's tendrils crawl into their every sense, every pore as they grow more and more nervous at the news they catch each day. Wanderers have more luck. Yet, the danger for them is much more dire; more lethal.
Holes of darkness tear their way into the fabric of the mortal plane, dumping the contents of it's evil and vile inhabitants out to wander the world. These creatures are manifested, created, their origins only speculated to be from the dreams the people suffer. Wandering the wilds. Plaguing the life that lives there. Spreading the black of their forms with each step, bleeding its shadows to spread along the paths they walk. Fueling the monstrous and vindictive sky above. Those who find themselves away from the plague of sleeping in terror, risk discovering their unnatural fates with the sight of these creatures. Luck can not be the defining word for their circumstances. Chance is more accurate.
Whiterun. With walls, though crumbling, seems to be in the least state of disarray. It's protectors diligently and vigilantly quarantining the indoctrinated, zombie-like civilians. Reacting to the individual terrors from person to person in the nights while they sleep. Its leadership holds true, despite the uncertainty that looms over him and his administration. Slowly this unclear path is crumbling around them, and before long this loose grip on sanity and control will slip like all the other capitals.
Here you stumble, somehow unscathed and unknowing. Noticing only the odd weather patterns in your travels, and the sudden tension you feel upon your entry into the city. Suddenly you feel the looming darkness slowly surround you too. Instead of what should be fear, the will of your mind holds inquisition.
What is going on? What's plaguing this world? How have you not noticed until now?
---
Contents
(So Far/In Progress)
Character: The College Adept..........[LINK]
Character: The Scaled Cleric..........[LINK]
Character: The Nordic Valkyrie
Character: The Ashen Prince
Character: The Coniferous Hunter
Prologue Part 1: The Path to Knowledge
Prologue Part 2: Admittance to the Gates of Aetherius
Prologue Part 3: An Adept's Responsibility
Chapter 1: Changes in the Sky
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