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A Blight Upon The Land
Jirki88
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Greetings, travelers from near and afar.
None of you know me, but it won't matter. Who I am are irrelevant - what matters is my cause, and my call.
Most of you have traveled wide, you have seen sights that many among men and mer alike cannot boast of. Some of you may even have encountered them. Who are them, you wonder, and I shall tell you. The Nightstalkers. The Sunfiends. The Shadowborn. Vampires.
Some of you may even feel the enticing call of Porphyric Hemophilia, the curse of the night. Some of you may, mistakenly, see it as a blessing. You are tempted by immortality, allured by the strength given to these children of the night. But you are mistaken. It is a curse, a terrible and dark curse, a curse that will bereave you of the sweet taste of life. Molag Bal, Prince of Domination, the Enslaver, created it out of envy of Arkay, blessed be he in eternity, the master of the circle of life.
And as we speak now, this curse spreads over the land like a wildfire, as the weak and the proud alike succumb to the temptation of immortality. And I urge you, as any follower of Arkay would - as any follower of any God or Lord of the blessed realms would - to destroy this curse where ever you find it. Hunt them with a vengeance, slay them where you encounter them and all those who choose to foolishly ally themselves with the unliving.
For death is a mercy to give to the unliving, for it will end their torment and let them taste the sweetness of an end, and their curse must be purged. Trust not to the cures that some chase, for any bargain with the Cursed Princes will mean corruption gains a foothold within you. I urge you, brothers and sisters, let us together wipe this menace from the land.
For all we here - Dunmer, Nord and Argonian - what we have in common is a burning hatred against the evil and dark in the world. And nothing is darker than the curse of a Daedric Prince, of this one especially, he who now threatens our very existence, the Prince of Domination. Molag Bal.
Where ever you find the Nighstalkers, where ever their corruption have spread - find them, crush them and burn them, that I ask and demand of you. Eradicate this curse from our blessed realms, that all may live and prosper. In war, we will fight with honour, and in war, we will trust the strength of arms the Eight Divines, the Tribunal and the Hist have given us. We will not - shall not - can not - succumb to the corruption of the dark Prince.
Find the Nightstalkers, my brethren, and purge their corruption. Burn them that their torment may be ended, that their curse may be broken. Do it for their souls, and for yours. For they dwell within darkness, and darkness dwell within them.
May Arkay bless your blade and shelter your soul from evil.
None of you know me, but it won't matter. Who I am are irrelevant - what matters is my cause, and my call.
Most of you have traveled wide, you have seen sights that many among men and mer alike cannot boast of. Some of you may even have encountered them. Who are them, you wonder, and I shall tell you. The Nightstalkers. The Sunfiends. The Shadowborn. Vampires.
Some of you may even feel the enticing call of Porphyric Hemophilia, the curse of the night. Some of you may, mistakenly, see it as a blessing. You are tempted by immortality, allured by the strength given to these children of the night. But you are mistaken. It is a curse, a terrible and dark curse, a curse that will bereave you of the sweet taste of life. Molag Bal, Prince of Domination, the Enslaver, created it out of envy of Arkay, blessed be he in eternity, the master of the circle of life.
And as we speak now, this curse spreads over the land like a wildfire, as the weak and the proud alike succumb to the temptation of immortality. And I urge you, as any follower of Arkay would - as any follower of any God or Lord of the blessed realms would - to destroy this curse where ever you find it. Hunt them with a vengeance, slay them where you encounter them and all those who choose to foolishly ally themselves with the unliving.
For death is a mercy to give to the unliving, for it will end their torment and let them taste the sweetness of an end, and their curse must be purged. Trust not to the cures that some chase, for any bargain with the Cursed Princes will mean corruption gains a foothold within you. I urge you, brothers and sisters, let us together wipe this menace from the land.
For all we here - Dunmer, Nord and Argonian - what we have in common is a burning hatred against the evil and dark in the world. And nothing is darker than the curse of a Daedric Prince, of this one especially, he who now threatens our very existence, the Prince of Domination. Molag Bal.
Where ever you find the Nighstalkers, where ever their corruption have spread - find them, crush them and burn them, that I ask and demand of you. Eradicate this curse from our blessed realms, that all may live and prosper. In war, we will fight with honour, and in war, we will trust the strength of arms the Eight Divines, the Tribunal and the Hist have given us. We will not - shall not - can not - succumb to the corruption of the dark Prince.
Find the Nightstalkers, my brethren, and purge their corruption. Burn them that their torment may be ended, that their curse may be broken. Do it for their souls, and for yours. For they dwell within darkness, and darkness dwell within them.
May Arkay bless your blade and shelter your soul from evil.
Veritas et aequitas, et usque ad mortem.
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Jirki88✭✭✭Alas!, so far have the corruption spread that the call of the righteous goes unheeded! Truly, Molag Bal have a stronger grip on Nirn than I could anticipate.
From everywhere come the messengers telling tales of how the anchors get cut by brave adventurers, and yet, these same adventurers embrace the curse of the enemy like a lover. Is it ignorance, or is it pride, which leads the champions of the Pact to succumb to the corruption of the Great Enemy?
Have you not considered, warriors, that any curse created by a Daedric Prince will grant that Prince influence with you, when you embrace it - regardless of whether you're aware of it or not? Are your hearts truly that black, truly that corrupted, I wonder? Is personal power a higher desire than the survival of the world?
Then so be it. Let my call go unheeded, let the curse spread and let vileness cover the land. And all the while darkness grows, I will stand, a lone flame of truth and justice. And all of you who embrace the darkness, one day I will find you, and as you sleep away by day I will burn your mortal form and pray to Arkay, blessed be he eternally, that your soul will find some measure of peace.
Remember - they dwell within darkness, and darkness dwell within them.
May Arkay bless your blades that you turn them against the Sunfiends where ever you go!
Veritas et aequitas, et usque ad mortem.1