The King is Dead, Long Live the King

"The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown must tumble down."

[agameofclothes]

[agameofclothes]

What Roose Bolton would wear

[highkingofworms]

Lichs of Labyrinthian {{Lilyum and Mannimarco AU RP }}

[guardian-of-nirn-moved]

She turned her head to the side as her eyes narrowed a bit. She didn’t know what he was getting at but let it slide. “Sorry to disappoint you. In time, this ‘dirty’ crumbling hole will look not so like a Nordic Ruin.” There was some lessons she learned when she became a lich. Showing feelings were…difficult at best.

“If you don’t like it here, you can leave.” She remember roughly what Bromjunaar use to look like. But there will be changes.  

[highkingofworms]

“Life is full of disappointments. And so is death.” The other lich countered and an arid dry tone, giving her a level, albeit rather tame glower, compared to his normal ones. “I see not why you insist on frittering about these hovels of primitive heaps of stone.” Labryrinthian, while impressive in its own right, was still a man-made construct, and paled in comparison to anything the Altmer and their ancestors had built. Like a bunch of drunk imgas had taken to architecture for five minutes before losing focus. “Make me, dear.” It was rather childish, he supposed, but he did quite enjoy pressing and pushing at her. 

[highkingofworms]

{{ ♚ Medawin ♚ }}

[medawin]

“Oh that’s interesting”, she agreed with fierce nodding, even though she had absolutely no intention to ever get so close to the things. She accepted the tea and without thinking much, she wiggled her feet out of her boots and lifted her legs crossed under her on the chair. Well, so he was in fact an alchemist, now that was concerning. But he did seem like a harmless old mer. Well, she also seemed like a harmless young girl… But she did love hot sweet beverages. It was a shame that the old breadcrumb seemed to be a man of simple lifestyle.

“Alchemy is fascinating”, she continued after the revelation, continuing on the nodding like her head was stuck on the mode. “It’s the closest I’ll ever get to magic, my family never had the knack for it. Except my grandfather, or so I hear. I once served as a chambermaid for this Thalmor girl who struggled with alchemy, and we just made liquids with pretty colors on them and—… Oh, right, did you want to see the merchandise?”

[highkingofworms]

“Indeed it is.” The other mer replied in his raspy, wispy sort of voice, like he was losing his voice, even if there was no strain upon it that one could tell. “Are you an alchemist, my dear?” He asked, sitting near to the fire and stirring at his tea with an slow idleness, as if he were deep in thought. “It really is quite useful once one gets the knack for it.” He said, seeming to only pay half a mind to the girl’s ramblings as he took a sip of the hot tea. He did not need subsistence to survive on ,but it did nothing to imbibe in it. “If you would be so kind.” He said.

[guardian-of-nirn-moved]

“I wouldn’t know. I have for a number of years tried to search for my father but I had little to go one. The woman that raised me knew nothing and would tell me little of my mother. I have forgotten what she looks like. All I know is that he was an High Elf.” That wasn’t true. But the Altmer are cousins to what her father was. 

“A tall order. In time I gave up. But I have many sins. When I was younger I was a different person. That girl seems she foreign to me. I’ve done things I’m not proud of. However, there are times I wished I knew what my mother and father were like.”  

[highkingofworms]

Fathers. Bah. Who needed them. 

Mannimarco snorted and gave a shake of his head, expression set into one of fickle, low-burning resentment. “He is probably dead by now. I would not bother any longer.” He said, resting his hands on his staff and narrowing his dark amber eyes. “Oh, so what went wrong then?” He asked, cold high tone tinged with a faint trace of sarcasm.

[guardian-of-nirn-moved]

“Perhaps it does. Perhaps it does not I never knew my father and I barley remember my mother. So the question has weighted on my mind for quite some time. Some believe my statement to be true, others do not, and some believe it’s a mix of both.” 

[highkingofworms]

“Fathers are generally disappointments, so you are not missing out on much, I suppose.” The King of Worms said with a sneer, evidently in a rather good mood for some reason. “You make your own sins.”

[guardian-of-nirn-moved]

“Tell me, do you think the sins of either parent passes on to the child?” 

[highkingofworms]

“Well that certainly explains everything.”

[highkingofworms]

{{ ♚ Guardian-of-Nirn ♚ }}

[guardian-of-nirn-moved]

Her victory did not last as his last comment made her roll her eyes. Saddly, the direction she needed to go was in the direction he was going. This was quite unpleasant. “They are.” If only he knew. “That was what I have read anyway. I had only a handful of encounters and only heard one talk once.” Dragons only spoke to those they found worthly. The only form of communication they will have with the unworthy is shounting in the tounge of the dragons. Powerful form of arcane power. The power of the voice. She has it, but it has been a long, long time since she used the thu'um.

She walked a little ways away from him. Just close enough to keep an eye on him. “How did you escape Cold Harbor? I would have known if the Vestige set you free. I doubt Molag Bal let you go with no strings attached.” She heard rumors in Era’s past. But those were just rumors.

[highkingofworms]

“Some idiot fool left the door open.” The Lich King replied, in what could be construed as a blithe sort of tone for him. With the rasping hiss of a voice, it was rather difficult to tell sometimes, and he rather preferred it that way. Thank you very much. “I doubt you really want to know the details.” He said, turning his head to look down his nose at her. “Or do you?” She probably did want to humiliate him. Apparently the lily had grown thorns. Of sorts.

[highkingofworms]

Lichs of Labyrinthian {{Lilyum and Mannimarco AU RP }}

[guardian-of-nirn-moved]

She crossed her arms. “No, in truth, I have been expecting your arrive for some time.” She shifted her weight to the other side as she looked over the King of Worms. He had seen better days, the years haven’t been kind.

She had chosen Labyrinthian for it’s historical and personal history. It had once held two powerful artifacts. One was years gone, the other she barely missed. The personal side was that she once lived and trained here when it was still called Bromjunaar. But Mannimarco would never learn the true reason.

She kept things to herself for good reason. It gave her an advance over him. He would only know that it was avoided and rarely visited. It was perfect for a he called a lair. To her, it was her temple.

“Do you like it?”

[highkingofworms]

“I would applaud, but you know, I do not want to.” He said with a smirk. It was difficult to tell, but perhaps he was making an attempt to tease her. He quirked a brow at her open studying of his face, tilting his head slightly to watch her in return. “I must admit that it is growing on me.” The Altmer replied, looking up and around them at the dusty walls and ancient decor. “For a dirty, crumbling hovel of a nordic ruin.” 

[highkingofworms]

Lichs of Labyrinthian {{Lilyum and Mannimarco AU RP }}

[guardian-of-nirn-moved]

The reconstruction of what is known now as Labyrinthian begun sometime ago. The ruin was a maze upon itself. Perfect for the vision of her… temple. Very little dared come near the ruins. Isolated and remote. Her practices should go unnoticed for a very long time. If a foolish would be hero dared to inter, they will not last long. No one will come between her and her vision. Not the Aaedra and certainly not the Daedra.

She was in deep thought when she heard the tapping on stone. She knew who it was. The presence of him was unmistakable.

“I don’t recall inviting you here, Mannimarco. I presume you’re here for a reason?” The half breed lich asked. Her tone was neutral with a hint of curiosity. She closed her corrupted eyes for a moment and turned to face the Altmer Lich. The King of Worms himself.

[highkingofworms]

He stopped at a respectable distance to his newest protege and fellow Lich, taking a moment or two to study what she was doing and behaving. There was no reason to mistake their similarities for trust; such a thing would be incredibly foolish. “My apologies, my dear.” He murmured softly, although he was not, not truly, but civility owed. “I hope I am not intruding?” None of this would have been possible without him, and the question itself was just a mere pleasantry. 

You are adjusting well. Good.

[highkingofworms]

Lichs of Labyrinthian {{Lilyum and Mannimarco AU RP }}

 Mannimarco watched idly as a draugr milled before him, moving a pile of rubble and stones into a wheelbarrow, the Altmer Lich leaned against his staff as he observed the shuffling corpse as it worked, idly tapping his fingers against the staff. A quick glance around showed to ensure that the other five draugr were doing the same, slowly clearing the large chamber of debris, before the King of Worms left them to their business, limping through the semi-darkened corridors to find Lilyum, deeper within the ruins of Labyrinthian.

[highkingofworms]

{{ ♚ Illrede ♚ }}

[illrede-deactivated20200414]

    Imric gives the other nothing but silence, his gaze steady. It is a few seconds before he speaks.

    “… You are odd to me.”

[highkingofworms]

“And you to me.” The Lich hissed softly in response, but he did not seem angry. His voice merely seemed naturally raspy and low, like a snake’s.

[highkingofworms]

{{ ♚ Medawin ♚ }}

[medawin]

“We can always negotiate”, she replied with the sweetest smile, and when he let her in, she trotted thankfully in. She had had some luck before in these rooms, with some particularly wealthy merchants in need of low profile having rented them, but this one seemed to be just some old grandpa in her eyes. She gave a quick glance at the room to see if there were any expensive-looking items laying around to tell of the mer’s wealth level.

“Thank you, I do love snowberry.” It was not always the brightest idea to accept beverages from people who likely were alchemists, but doing so created trust. “And yes, Dwemer ruins are quite the source. You just have to take care not to wander too far, I barely escaped one of those monstrous giant machines once.” At the expense of my employer’s life unfortunately. And his loot. “Are you an adventurer yourself?”

She tried to completely hide the appraising in her gaze, regarding the mer’s age.

[highkingofworms]

“Of course.” The old mer rasped, stepping aside before limping over to the hearth to take a kettle of tea off from where it hung above the merrily crackling flames. The room was warm, but not overly so, as the fire was small, and did little to chase away the cold. However, the aged Altmer wrapped in his black robes and shroud did not seem to mind it. “Freezing their rotors tends to work. Until the steam melts it.” He said, pouring the tea before handing her a cup. His pale, spindly hands were almost ice cold. “No. I am not. I am an alchemist and enchanter.” 

He moved to sit in a chair, leaning against his staff with a slight grunt before looking up at her with dark amber eyes. The room in which he rented was barren and bare, only with a small knapsack in the corner. 

[highkingofworms]

{{ ♚ Aldmeriopinion ♚ }}

[aldmeriopinion-blog]

Athel followed the wave of his staff with her eyes. “Ah, poop. I missed it again - I thought for sure I had the right direction this time.”

She nodded, shrugging, at his other point. “True, the racism isn’t very pleasant. I liked the mead, though.”

[highkingofworms]

Mannimarco’s face twisted into disgust at her words and he gave a shake of his head. “The curse you are looking for is shit. Or shite, if you want to sound slightly more educated than a toddler.” He rasped, giving her a narrow-eyed look. “Well, I suppose enough alcohol would certainly make one tolerate the racism.”

[highkingofworms]

{{ ♚ Guardian-of-Nirn ♚ }}

[guardian-of-nirn-moved]

“Didn’t want to spoil your fun.” Lilyum said as she crossed her arms. “Though is seems your out of shape old man.” She was the one to talk. She wasn’t exactly in shape either. She didn’t like the names he called her. Little Lily and Dove was something she never wanted to be called by him again. those days were long gone.

“I highly doubt the dragon would strike up a convention willingly. Nasty beasts they are. Perhaps it attacked because it’s roost was near by. They are very territorial.” 

[highkingofworms]

“Hrm.” The Lich sounded extaordinarily doubtful, but nonetheless walking, or rather shuffling stiffly forwards, his face stiffening when she called him old. “Dragons are intelligent as they are powerful and vicious.” But they were children of Auri-El and hated Daedra with a passion that rivaled the Altmer. “Than I intend to take my leave.” He cast a sideways glance beneath a skeptical brow. “Perhaps you should as well, burnt flowers are not as pretty.” He said, voice sweetly mocking.

[highkingofworms]

{{ Hey guys. I’m kind-of-sort-of-slowly back. Thanks for sticking with me so long. <3 You guys are all so awesome! Please like this post if you’d like to start an RP. I will continue to do my follower threads and I have the ones I owe drafted. If I owe you a reply, feel free to let me know, please. I’ve been gone from this blog a long while. }}

-Manni{y}-Mun

[highkingofworms]

Is this before Mannimarco becomes a god?

{{ Kind of sort of. I’m kind of toying with the idea that after the champion defeats him, he was able to pull himself back together. He is a lich, and technically dead, as far I know. So I am playing it as he bided his time and waited until he somewhat healed before going into a form of hiding. I apologize if this doesn’t make a lot of sense, but what I’m going for is that he’s sort of fallen from grace and is now wondering from place to place to slowly regain his lost power.}} 

{{Thank you for the question and I’m terribly sorry this took so long to reply to. <3 }}

-Manni-Mun

[highkingofworms]

{{ ♚ Guardian-of-Nirn ♚ }}

[guardian-of-nirn-moved]

Lilyum watched has Mannimarco summoned a powerful blot of lightning down upon the beast. He was still able to call upon powerful magic though it probably took a toll on his body, not magicka. She moved back, not wanting to get hit as she watched the elder beast fell to the ground. This dragon was not truly dead for it’s soul was not consumed and she would not do it.

Lilyum held back during the fight. Wanting him to believe that the years haven’t been kind. She watched has he walked, no limped over to her. She had no desire to leave with him since the dragon will not be going anywhere for a time. “Let us leave then.” She wouldn’t be around him for very much longer. It was a risk that she was making.

But she will keep her word.

[highkingofworms]

“Hrm. I would have expected much more of a fight from you, little dove.” Mannimarco said with a teasing sort of smirk, even though it was clear as day he was exhausted. Heaviness weighed down upon his broad shoulders like a burden and the Necromancer limped along slowly, the Daedra he summoned disappearing with an ethereal whoosh of magic and sound. “Fascinating creatures, dragons. I wish it had not been so determined to fight us. It would have been marvelous to speak to it.”