I am Brechador of the undead ... once Bright Spear, proud scion of Lamae

Breg_Magol · December 2014

Dear brothers and sisters of Lamae I beseech thee (if you're within earshot), pray heed my story lest my experience become yours! How a recent incident of ignominious depravity befell me, stripping me of my pride and now reduced to a whimpering wretch; a *living* shadow of my former self.

Recently while in the Rift, a vile Breton temptress (the best sort...um.. er..and may a thousand thousand angry fleas infest her armpits and the armpits of her progeny for two-score generations), convinced me during a three day thingumorgy of feasting, wine, song and ... um ... that other thing that happens at a thingumorgy... to visit the most vile Priest of Arkay who resides upstairs in the Mages Guild in that very same city.

In short order (I was besotted .. have pity on me) I was reduced from being the proud scion of Lamae's clan into a pathetic nobody; a Dunmer of no special consequence.

To add insult to injury, the thieving Arkay whelp charged me 630 Gold coin for the privilege of neutering me of my proud heritage.

Now, I am back to my senses (or what passes as senses in this grey drab reality that the living call *life*) and the import of this terrible wrong weighs heavily in my now beating heart.

Is there any of my clan who will infuse me again with the blessed blood of our mother? I lie in wait in the Rift and in Bangkorai at the blessed shrines hoping that this next group of blood fiends have the blessed virus to transport me back to the un-life of my choice.
Hoping against hope that the next sister of brother I see will BITE ME because it is our honour to add to the family .. and not some lower class goldbricker!

I wait in hope.

MornaBaine · December 2014

Morna would bite you for this post alone. LOL If you are DC side hit me up in game.

Gyudan · December 2014

This is a bit off topic but I was wondering if there were any order dedicated to hunting daedra and other abominations in the 2nd Era. The Vigilants of Stendarr were only created after the Oblivion Crisis, at least 700 years after the events of ESO.

Breg_Magol · December 2014

MornaBaine wrote: »

Morna would bite you for this post alone. LOL If you are DC side hit me up in game.

@MornaBaine, I thank you for your kind words!
I am reborn!
Last night while in the depths of my despair, events turned for the better and by happen chance I found a group of 3 Bloodfiend cousins in Bangkorai feeding on a rotting carcass.
I allowed them to feed on me, and then eased their passage into the next world before they could destroy me, for as you know our cousins are unable to curb their appetites once they get the taste of life-blood.
Dear sister, there is no greater love for family as that love that springs from lost hope. By the love of Mother Lamae I am back, and I appreciate all the more that which I nearly lost.

*With the fluid poise that only a dual wielding Dunmer can command, Brechador bows deeply in Morna's direction.
Humility borne of a deeper understanding of his own fallibility etched in the lines of his face ... the old duelling scar across his left cheek bone; from eye to chin throbs a dull red.*

Tonturri · December 2014

...I like this thread. *stamps with the stamp of approval*

Mettaricana · December 2014

i give the OP a thumbs up for creative post

Iluvrien · December 2014

This post just improved my day considerably.

Even considering the antipathy my character holds for Vampires he may well shake this one's hand, should they ever meet, purely on the basis of this being such a fundamentally superb post.

More like this please!

Edit: Spelling gremlins.

MornaBaine · December 2014

Breg_Magol wrote: »

MornaBaine wrote: »

Morna would bite you for this post alone. LOL If you are DC side hit me up in game.

@MornaBaine, I thank you for your kind words!
I am reborn!
Last night while in the depths of my despair, events turned for the better and by happen chance I found a group of 3 Bloodfiend cousins in Bangkorai feeding on a rotting carcass.
I allowed them to feed on me, and then eased their passage into the next world before they could destroy me, for as you know our cousins are unable to curb their appetites once they get the taste of life-blood.
Dear sister, there is no greater love for family as that love that springs from lost hope. By the love of Mother Lamae I am back, and I appreciate all the more that which I nearly lost.

*With the fluid poise that only a dual wielding Dunmer can command, Brechador bows deeply in Morna's direction.
Humility borne of a deeper understanding of his own fallibility etched in the lines of his face ... the old duelling scar across his left cheek bone; from eye to chin throbs a dull red.*

A mysterious messenger leaves the following sealed parchment:

Greetings Brother in The Blood once more!
I am pleased to hear of your felicitous reintroduction to our ranks. And though you were forced to seek it out from the very lowest abominations of our kindred I see that you possess the strength of will to have shaped the gift to your purpose and have happily retained your sanity and control. Many are not so lucky but the Lady Lamae must favor you.

Should you find yourself in the region of Northpoint, Rivenspire (NA, DC) during your travels, seek out the manor of Shadevale and House Gawad Du will gladly offer you haven for the night and happily toast a fellow traveler of the dark road.

Ever,
Lady Morna Gawadunen, Chatelaine of Shadevale Manor

diabeticDemon18 · December 2014

... I think I just had a mindgasm... this was the most amazing post I think I've ever read on these forums lol If I could shake your hand, I would sir. Well done!

MornaBaine · December 2014

Gyudan wrote: »

This is a bit off topic but I was wondering if there were any order dedicated to hunting daedra and other abominations in the 2nd Era. The Vigilants of Stendarr were only created after the Oblivion Crisis, at least 700 years after the events of ESO.

While I believe there are some player guilds out there working on that very thing (teso-rp.com is your friend if you aren't already there) I have yet to personally run across any lore supporting this notion in the current era ESO is set in.

Breg_Magol · December 2014

MornaBaine wrote: »

I am pleased to hear of your felicitous reintroduction to our ranks. ...

Ever,
Lady Morna Gawadunen, Chatelaine of Shadevale Manor

While he retained most of the racial features of his Dunmer mother, enough of Brechador's Imperial father's genetic imprint remained to ensure that his early years as a half breed in his Ebonheart birth city of Mournhold would be challenging. But nothing in his short life measured by both Mer and Vampiric years has prepared him for this.

"Should you find yourself in the region of Northpoint, Rivenspire (NA, DC) during your travels, seek out the manor of Shadevale and House Gawad Du will gladly offer you haven for the night and happily toast a fellow traveller of the dark road.

Ever,
Lady Morna Gawadunen, Chatelaine of Shadevale Manor"

Almost absent mindedly Brechador skims the neat flowing script, his consciousness barely registering the language. Instead, his extraordinary and unnatural senses are riveted on the tantalising swirls of nebulous history others have left on the parchment by dint of proximity and more importantly ... as subtle as a perfume drifting in the graveyard air of the darkest of moonless nights ... by invested emotion.

Among the more mundane imprints that must accrue during the life journey of a letter, he senses a soul ripping sadness and a strength that can only become from a long and deep investment into the tapestry of a life lived, imbued with the rich sensuous flavours of love, tragedy, with triumph and treachery as well as despair.

Is fate preordained and immutable? Or does it bend, reinventing along a transmutable path; perhaps influenced by a living intelligence that fiercely protects the imprimatur to protect the survival of those dear to itself. His own very recent experience (mundane as it was) only adds to the confusion.

In one week ... another damn Breton already! Coincidence? But then, the Lady Morna Gawadunen is also vampire, and it is a command, not a request.

He has heard the less than flattering and often horrifying stories in the local taverns about the Chatelaine of Shadevale Manor from Pact soldiers returning from Rivenspire. And in both Mer as well as Vampiric years he is inexperienced compared to the Breton; Lady Morna ... and yet ... this mysterious letter.

Patiently Brechador follows the tides and ripples encapsulating the parchment, trying to find a shred that will betray the true meaning for this communication. He finds none. He resolves to go to Rivenspire. He has family business to attend there anyway.

Breg Magol, impetuous and with a fiery temper on a short leash to match, his younger half-brother the Dragon Knight will not approve. Maybe it is best he doesn't know ... for now.

Brechador prepares the ink; a mixture of coal from the hearth and some drops of his own blood mixed with the pulverised fangs of a daedric fire imp to write his (rather cryptic) reply on the wall of his rented tavern digs. A hovel by most standards it meets the needs for anonymity.

Cutting through the dimensions of time and space, the ink will only show for a few days at best and will be invisible to all but for the person for whom it is intended; it reads "Within the week, it will be my honour milady" ... and it burns brighter than a blazing funerary longboat drifting along a river tide.