Sanity Options

[Zelda_Zealot]

First things first... Hi.
Now that that is over with, onto the story!

Oh yeah this has blood you dont read if you dont like.

“Sanity is but a figment of your imagination”

I was once a great hero. Known throughout Vvardenfell as the Nerevarine, I defeated Dagoth Ur and brought peace to Morrowind.
I traveled to Solstheim and defeated the Hunter and his wolves, thus stopping my own progression into madness due to Lycanthropy. I even destroyed the false-god Almalexia. Though I survived all that, there is only one thing I could not stop, my own insanity.

I do not know why I write this, maybe it is because I want the world to know that I am not a monster, perhaps it helps keep me sane.
I began to write these records after the first week of the infection, I wrote them during the day as I, unfortunately, have insomnia. An odd side effect of porphyric hemophilia that I suspect the gods had a hand in.

I leave these in the possession of my closest friend. I hope that he does what he feels necessary.

Well you like? I have more but I wont put it up untill it is finished(The chapter I mean, not the whole thing.).

P.S. This is my first FF so go easy on me.

[Zelda_Zealot]

YEY!! Praise from treydog!! YES! SCORE!! Ahem... sorry about that... Anyway, I thought it would be obviuos(sp?) as to why he is chosen, after all the only person who should be more powerful then you after beating the main quest and expansions is Vivic, and thats only if youyr not trying to become a God. So who would you chose to kill a demi-god? The Nerevarine or some guy of the streets? Well I got a reply so here ya go treydog...

“Sanity can be lost as quickly as gained”

Porphyric Vengeance

I headed towards Molag Amur now, obsessed with vengeance.

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It took days to reach my destination, but when I arrived it was worth every second. In front of me was the base of the bastards who gave me this dreaded disease, I would love every moment of their pain. I walked through the heavy metal doors and unsheathed the Umbra from it leather prison on my back, loving the sound of the ringing it made. That sound can strike fear into the hearts of the weak, bring hope to allies in need, and warn enemies of their impending doom.

With my enhanced senses I could hear the Dunmer attempting to creep up without my notice, foolish of them; they surly must know I was “born” of their clan? Could they truly believe they could sneak up on one of their own, particularly one who has gone through all I have? No matter, at last I would be having my revenge on my “creators”; at last the man who foolishly walked into these dreaded ruins would be avenged.

I moved through that great ruin, slaying anything that found its way within reach of my mighty blade. Heads rolled, arms fell, legs collapsed, nothing survived the deadly kiss of my blade. I felt no remorse for killing in that ruin, I feel ecstatic that I did it, in fact I even laughed at their pitiful attempts to kill me. If it moved I made sure it stopped moving, if it breathed I was sure to suffocate it, if it had a heart that beat it I made to stop that beating. My vengeance was swift and sure, fast and merciless, quick and painful.

I stopped seeing faces and only saw victims of my hatred, I stopped seeing passages crafted made eons age and only saw paths to more blood to be spilt, I stopped seeing “living” bodies but instead bags of guts and gore waiting to be slashed open. There were so many vampires in that metal prison, so much blood covering the walls, floor, and ceiling. Had I been hungry it would have been a buffet, but I have not been hungry since the battle with the Quarra clan.

The leader of the Berne went almost as quickly as the rest, I only paused the slaughter to be sure the Dunmer knew who was no ruthlessly killed everyone who was seen by those fiery eyes, to be sure he knew the face that would be burned into his mind in the afterlife. The elf simply stood there, watching, as I cut down every living thing in the room, waiting to die. I walked up the Vampire and glared him right in the eye.

I don’t remember much of the day it happened, only that I was seeking a release from the monotony of daily life. I wandered into those ruins expecting to find dwemer machines, only to find a nest of vampires looking to rip into my neck and feed. I remember pulling the Life Vein off my back and trying to fend them off, but there was far too many, I collapsed from fatigue after being trapped in a corner. I woke up kneeling in front of the Dunmer I was currently staring at only to feel the most horrible pain in my neck as the dark elf swooped down and began to feed.

I kneeled in that room for hours trying to work up the strength the push off the Dunmer who was slowly and lovingly drinking my blood drop by drop. At long last I pushed the vampire off and stumbled to grab my nearby sword and activate my amulet to send me back to my manor Ald-ruhn.

Glaring right back at me the Dunmer said nothing before this death, but no one could miss the pity flowing from those vampire eyes.

I ran the Berne leader through quickly. There was a sharp intake of breath as looked at me when I ran him through. He died never wavering, staring even in death, staring with those, blank, vampiric eyes. I walked back through that hellhole my feet slipping on the blood coated floor, my mind raced as I thought of what I had to do.

Surly this is not what The Daedra had in mind for me; they could have cleared out the vampire with the greatest of ease. Was there something I was missing? I walked through the heavy doors of the Dwemer ruins for what truly I hoped was the last time and headed to the south west with the Daedra still on my mind.

It was several days later when I approached the great city of Vivic shortly before dawn, walking through the walkway I ignored the Ordinators patrolling the city and focused only on my destination, Vivic’s sanctum. The Daedra gods gave me my vampirism as a gift and as a curse, a gift to destroy the remaining Tribunal, and a curse to ensure I saw their plans through to the end. Their will shall be done, by my hand or another’s, Vivic will not see the sunrise. Then it will end, all the pain and suffering. I no longer care about living, if the gods kill me or Vivic does, it won’t matter. I will be going into that sanctum soon, and I won’t be coming out. This is my final redemption.


Epilogue


I have been free of the curse of the vampire for well over a year now; I doubt anyone will believe this document; no one wants to believe their “God” is dead, nor that their “savior” was his murderer. However I truly hope that many will see this story as it is meant to be. I have suffered no lasting physical damage from these accounts, though there was quite a bit of emotional scarring for many years, coming in the form of dreams in the night.

The first of which was one of thanks from the Daedra, and a mention of my needs at a later time, I pray they speak not the truth for I don’t know if I would even listen. The rest were of the many fights I have been through, the people I have killed, and the pain I have given. I have been told that I used to thrash around during those dreams, though they believed it to be from a normal nightmare, not from the dreams of those frights I once lived through.

I sleep soundly now, no longer plagued be dreams of a headless Orc, or a handless Cyrodill, but of that one sunrise I saw as I walked into Vivic’s Sanctum. I never found it odd that I experienced now pain or burning during that sun rise, I believe the Daedra had already cured me of my curse, instead I looked into the fact that I never lost the strength that came with it. Perhaps they had given it to me as a reward, although I would have preferred to not recall any of this unending nightmare.

I will be hiring many talented writers to copy down the words of my journey, then selling it to as many street venders as I can, I intend to spread this to the farthest edge of the world if possible. Whether you take my word for granted or not it makes to difference to me, as long as you know of the events that transpired.

Larrius Varro.

Ah, so nice to finally be done...

This post has been edited by Zelda_Zealot: Aug 24 2005, 05:08 PM