Across all of Nirn, no other religious faith can claim the kind of absolute truth that the Dark Elves know: that their god rules over them and walks among them, as true as any other denizen of Morrowind. ,existing. From the seats of power in the Temple of the Tribunal in the City of Mourn, the living gods of the Tribunal guard and counsel their people. When necessary, they punish sins and mistakes. They also share their gifts with the greatest and the least among us, according to their need.
——"The God of the World" by the theologian Turrellis
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As for how mortals ascend to heaven and become gods, the people of Nien have almost no idea. In fact, we latecomers, as 'gods', can see from a broader and more distant perspective how a person wears armor, how extraordinary he is, and how successful he is. That's because many times, we are not really there. .
But the ascetic knew that if he didn't stop this mysterious and terrifying man in front of him - what exactly was he? A half-king - they're dead.
Turka Aracano was like a star emitting extremely dazzling (or terrifying) light. The terrible heat swept through the entire house in an instant, burning the skin and eyes of Islaan and the others, and ignited them. The cloak and hair on the body. Until he was blocked by a cold and frightening force - this was not the intention of the person behind it, but the 'cage' he set up indeed allowed Markas to avoid the second incident after the furious Lady Joy. Inhuman harm.
"Bless us, merciful Standal!" the ascetic shouted in fear. He tore off the amulet from his neck and held it high in front of his eyes. Praying and calling on the true name of the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy. "May they not be enveloped in misfortune and fear!"
Then a soft light bloomed from the amulet. This light protected Islaan and the others from turning into ashes in the terrifying light and heat. Vaguely, Dulan seemed to see a holy god, holding a holy shield and war hammer, glaring ahead.
Duran shouted piously and silently, with tears in his eyes.
In the void, time seems to have stopped in nothingness; or, time passes faster. Boundless darkness surrounded Turka, nothing, absolute darkness.
But there is light floating in the darkness, unparalleled light.
That is the birth of 1 and 0, the first light of life, the darkness of annihilation, and the majesty of creation! Even the fire burning within him couldn't keep enough of himself in this majesty.
Yes, when Turka witnessed the collision of two primitive divine powers, witnessed the birth of earth, water, fire and wind, and witnessed how the arena of gods we call Nirn came into being from scratch! His true self was captivated by the melody of the Creation Movement.
He was immersed in the grandeur and beauty of creation, but did not notice his soul. His consciousness began to melt. He was drawn by the unparalleled flame, toward the deepest light, or faded away.
Hug us!
Countless voices sounded again. We are one.
This is the will of the original spirit of creation. Their identities have been irreversibly weakened and fragmented during creation. They can no longer maintain the continuation of their identities. They can only adopt the method of division and reproduction to continue these things since creation. A great life born from the beginning.
They reflexively pull and integrate more of what they think of as 'I' to solidify and stabilize the world they create.
However, this is self-defeating, because Turka is not a life born in this plane. He has no responsibility for this plane, which Altmo calls Mundus, and belongs to the 'not-self'. Therefore, the flame contained in his body suddenly burst out, competing with the light of creation.
No, that's not what I want. Turka Aracano's consciousness, his soul, his Id screamed in rage, refusing to become one with the Primordial Spirit.
You are all just a dream, this is not my destination.
Turka thought of the sun and moon of Arda, and of the stories of love and hope that happened there. More importantly, he remembered what happened a long time ago after a long absence, and knew that he could not just integrate into these creation spirits, otherwise he would never be able to leave this world again, let alone transcend.
So, he fought hard.
"enyalie {Quenya, memory}." Turka shouted a voice that did not belong to this world - no one knows how he did it, but what is certain is that when Turka was under the influence of fate, he unconsciously Touched by the light of creation in the Mundas plane, some magical change occurred in him - the secret fire belonging to a sub-plane and the ancient blue planet burst out with unprecedented light. The void shook under this power. The earth, water, fire, wind, thunder, light and shadow he had seen before were dissipating, and Turka's consciousness returned to his body.
Then he discovered that everything around him was almost melted into ashes and sand by his sudden burst of power. His eyes, his mouth, nose, and mouth were all emitting terrible flames. The Red Guard and his companions were suffering. Hard support, a soft but tough light protected them, allowing them to escape.
"Do something." The Breton man shouted, his eyes had been burned out, and the skin on his face was burned away, revealing a large area of terrifying white bones and filthy blood.
The female Nord was no better than him. Her cloak and hair were burning, and the scorching air burned her lungs and throat, making every breath she took out feel like a knife piercing her internal organs, causing excruciating pain. . She tore off her cloak, cut off her long hair with a dagger, and mounted a special crossbow arrow in an attempt to stop the dragonborn from embarking on the path to becoming a god.
But she couldn't see Turka clearly in the light, and she let out a heartbreaking voice, "I can't do it!"
Almost relying on his original memory, Islaan threw the sharp two-handed battle ax at the mysterious man who terrified him so much.
Turka almost endured the pain of burning his body in flames, contending with the light of creation and the fire in his body. He could feel that his soul was being pulled by the will of the original creation spirit, trying to drag him into them and turn him into the cornerstone of the world.
"oira {Quenya, eternity}." He shouted the second byte. The world is shaking. The originally boiling and violent earth, water, fire and wind suddenly subsided, and the world once again became the material plane we can perceive.
But this is not enough, he is not me, he is 1, an existence that does not belong to this world. When he refused to be assimilated by the original spirit of creation, his originally stable body and soul began to collapse again.
Then he spoke the third syllable.
"lau{Quenya, me}."
As the dragonborn from the foreign land spoke these three notes that contained infinite power and wonderful uses, it was incredible that the boundaries of the two worlds magically began to merge, began to compromise, began to have me in you, but I am not you!
The ascetic monk Dulan was shocked to see that the light and heat on Turka's body were rapidly declining until they disappeared. The soul and body that were about to collapse began to stabilize and eventually returned to their original appearance.
Just like the first time we met!
Therefore, this believer of Standal guessed it with great spiritual happiness. They may have witnessed the birth of a demi-god (or demi-god).
"No one knows what Turka Aracano experienced in that short moment. Before that, people had a lot of discussions about half-kings (half-gods) and half-demon gods, but apart from the things we know Most of those famous beings in real history are fictional stories and some rural legends. But after that, rumors about the birth of a new living god in the city of Markarth in the Skyrim Frontier Territory spread like wildfire. ."——"The Opportunity to Become a God" by Duran Cypher
"enyalie, oira, lau." - "The Mystery of the Dragon's Roar" by Tilia Logatus. "This is a dragon roar with power unimaginable by mortals and even many gods. Since its birth, it has been prepared to become a god. With this, Turka Aracano achieved his place among the stars. His holy name!"
It is rumored that this is a passage from the autobiography of a certain big shot, but unfortunately, no one can confirm the truth of this rumor to the big shot. Therefore, "Dragon Roar Secret Biography" is considered to be a fake book by most scholars. Most of the legends and secrets mentioned in the book are believed to be the crazy ravings of a fanatic.
"I am the only one."
Most mages who study this time period and researchers at the Imperial University of Austria believe that this is the meaning of the mysterious dragon language mentioned in the "Secret Biography of Dragon Roar" above. But it is undeniable that because Turka Aracano often chose to remain secretive about what happened that night, the true meaning of this powerful dragon roar mentioned in many documentary and legendary texts is profound. Buried in the vast history.
In fact, when the dragonborn from a foreign land spoke his first 'dragon language' in this world, from west to east, from south to north, across mountains, rivers and ocean currents, across space and time, the humans on Nirn Together with the elves, the Khajiits who believe in the Twin Moons and the Argonians who believe in the Hist sacred tree, the Daedra Lords and the Creation Original Spirits in the realm of annihilation and light all felt as if something was born.
But mortals have no way of knowing the great changes contained in this; and the many Daedra Lords hidden in the various planes of annihilation were all happy, then not confused, then hesitant, and then quietly——
Cold Harbor.
Grieving heart.
A hideous roar echoed in a palace filled with hideous, disgusting human body decorations of overwhelming horror. A ferocious demon god cast an angry gaze at the Nirn star known as the Arena. His clawed fingers easily left deep claw marks on his rotten iron throne, and he grew a pair of claws similar to The goat's horned head is terrifying and despairing.
He is Molag Bal, the Lord of Slavery and Domination, the Reaper of Souls, and the Father of Vampires. His most famous deeds include: During the Second Era, Molag Bal attempted to use a dark anchor to drag the entire continent of Tamriel into his plane of annihilation; he violated a virgin named nedic and thus passed down the creation The first vampire and so on. He is a very powerful demon god (Lord Daedra).
The reason why He felt so angry was that just when He was about to enjoy the fruits of some wonderful plans, he suddenly discovered that His plans had undergone some changes that made Him extremely surprised and even angry.
"No, who is this? Who dares to provoke the Lord of Slavery and Domination? No, that city is mine, and the soul there is also mine." The Demon God shouted, and the entire palace trembled and shook in the angry roar. . The demons of Cold Harbor, the lost souls, various mutated fallen creatures, and the powerful heroes detained here by the Lord of Slavery heard the roar of the Daedra Lord filled with violent rage, and they all trembled and prostrated. land.
It wasn't until the demon god's roar suddenly disappeared that the terrifying pressure that shrouded the entire Cold Harbor dissipated.
Much later, some historians and researchers of this time period speculated that it might have been around this time that Turka Arakano came into conflict with Molag Bal, the Lord of Slavery and Domination. This in turn triggered wars among the worlds and the collapse of the world.
At that time, the creation spirits of the light world also noticed this change that had occurred on the continent of Tamriel. The Holy Spirits sang vast and moving melodies one after another, and directed towards the world that had been cast down by the continent of Tamriel. Their divine gaze.
Turka felt that the diaphragm that made him incompatible with the world was burst like a bubble, and the world truly appeared in front of him:
The wind started to flow again, and the earth trembled lightly under his feet as if it was breathing. The originally extinguished fireplace once again ignited the flame representing life, illuminating the originally dark space——
The amulet in the ascetic's hand flashed several times rapidly and sadly disappeared after Turka uttered those magnificent and vast words.
"I'm sorry," Turka said, calmly as if he really meant it. He stretched out a palm and grasped the sharp ax swung by the Redguard. "This is not what I thought, but the fact is that I did make things very bad." He switched back to Common Language, This time, his tone and grammar were as smooth as those of the high-ranking monks and nobles in the imperial capital, as if the slightly weird tone that Islaan and the others heard before was their illusion.
"But I thought maybe I could try to make it not so bad."
Islaan's body suddenly froze. He clenched his fingers in disbelief. Even though it made him feel terrible pain that was beyond words, the touch of the hot ax handle still made him have to believe that someone really grabbed it with just one fleshy palm. Lived his battle ax.
Vaguely, he seemed to see a pair of eyes that he would never forget. There was something elusive to him in those eyes, a feeling of heavyness and vicissitudes of life, as if the person with these eyes had seen a thousand lives, and all these lives had been superimposed on him. But from those eyes, you can't tell his age at all.
"sii{Quenya, now}." A voice that he wanted to call sacred music sounded, and after one breath, the second and third sounds followed.
"nuquerna {Quenya, reverse}."
"wanwie {Quenya, past}."
Something unbelievable happened to Islaan and his companions. The injuries on their bodies, even the cloaks and leather armor that had been burnt, returned to their original appearance in an instant. And the furniture and walls that were destroyed by Turka's power were miraculously restored one by one, returning to where they originally belonged, as if time was reversing.
Even the familiar corpse that had been roasted into a mummy at the door opened its one eye in despair, opened its mouth, and was beyond shocked.
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