Dagoth Ur or Dagoth Voryn - youngest of them all, yet he was one of the strongest mages of his era and brought glory to the House for few centuries. Loyal to Resdayn, loyal to the House Dagoth, loyal to Lord Nerevar, he remained loyal even after the betrayal of Tribunal and now trying to bring justice and mourn the unmourned.
Dagoth Uthol - The Ruler of Kogoruhn, called "Aphotic Contriver" and "Ash Marshal". Martial arts, tactics, and strategy are his primary focus. Teacher of venom blooded lessons, he made diamoncut warriors forged for conquest, but not changing, only improving their form and skills. Impeccable in conduct and mindful of ceremony. His deeds prove that the Dunmer are perfect and do not need miracles to gain power, only conditions and the appropriate attitude.
He was true heir of the House, but died early and as sign of respect, was trusted to rule Kogoruhn as it supposed to be in the beginning. The oldest of brothers.
Dagoth Gilvoth - Vassal of Dagoth Ur, called "Scorial Claviger". Bestial in disposition, Gilvoth is quick tempered and depraved. Holding a collection of the still beating hearts of his enemies, he bound their spirits to the service of the Sixth House and presided over all revenants indentured to the Sixth House as wraith liege.
Dagoth Vemyn is the Lord of Vemynal, called the "Womb Serpent". Unsociable and bilious in communication even with his brothers, he nevertheless actively surrounds himself with subjects, in exuberant entertainment with whom he discovers new uses for their bodies. The passionate aspirations of the Times gave us the opportunity to play sacred music without instruments and tear flesh without knives. We owe them the opportunity to bless or punish all others with our divine gift, spreading it.
Second oldest siblings, they are not twins, yet was born the same day.
Dagoth Tureynul - Lord of Tureynulal, called "Hearthrum Drinker", "Breviloquent Taskmaster", and "Gold Skinner's Curate". Scholar and academic, Tureynul presided over dwemer athenaeum with only Endus as equal. Well versed in aurals, recreation of his symphonies by our musicians has melted base iron and warped solid trickster's blood. While tonal magic is not a traditional art of House Dagoth, Tureynul's compositions are undeniably superior to those of his peers, and his mastery is as elusive as it is difficult to earn his attention. Each of his six fingers covered in the own blood from playing and each beads of his jevelry has own meaning in compostion.
Dagoth Odros - Lord of Odrosal, called "Guide of a Thousand Eyes" and "Vector Prophet of Allegories". He is the first to remind the children of Resdayn of their higher purpose and holds the keys to their destiny, opening the way for Truth into their dreams, after which they in turn find the way to Dagoth Ur. His inquisitive and diplomatic mind allows him to refine our consciousnesses in the same way that the energy-bearing hearts refine our bodies. To the best of the best, he passes on his knowledge of the art of sleepwalking, which he himself uses with a skill comparable only to that of Dagoth Ur himself.
Having lost his face and sight, Dagoth Odros gained the ability to see the Heart Lines, as well as observe the world through the half-slumber of the eyes of the Sleepers.
Both brothers are twins.
Dagoth Endus - Lord of Endusal, called "Arithmetical Reflector" and "Bibliosophist". His sundial cast shadows of tergiversation touched with anathemathmatics. Lord Endus himself is good-natured and ready to share the secrets of his anti-clock mechanisms, the knowledge of which, however, can leave even the strongest of the unprepared minds in a comatose state for six months. Bastard of the House, result of affair with dwemer.
Older than Araynys.
Dagoth Araynys - Dirt Regent of Mamaea, called "Evermin" and "Keeper of the Photostatic Numen". Appointed entrant of Vivec by the will of the Sharmat. Chief artist of the Sixth House, memory was his chisel. Turning thought to stone, he created the so called ash statues and propagated them throughout Vvardenfell. Immune to the concept of distance and length, he carved as far as Cyrodiil without impediment. From his etchings we learn the mighty lessons of multiplication and patience needed for awakening dreams.
One of the youngest - full blooded brother of Voryn Dagoth - but older, than Voryn.
inspired by @roumanelli ash vampires design and this topic in particular
Uthol Gilvoth Vemyn Tureynul Odros Endus Araynys Voryn
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Author's note: aphrodisiac dosing, so probably drug use. nsft, sex
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Sadara took the day to recover that they gave her. No one bothered her, except to hand over food and to see if her wounds were bothering her.
It was almost nice, if she hadn't kept thinking about what lay ahead. The remaining demands from the Dagoth brothers weren't anything she hadn't done before, save one or two possibilities given for Dagoth Ur himself.
But the matter remained: the ordinator attack meant she wasn't getting paid.
I suppose I have to pay myself.
She'd go back for the ordinator's weapons once she was done with Endus, at least. That mace that had crushed her ankle looked like ebony, and ebony was expensive. Maybe he was carrying gold, too, maybe he wasn't...either way, she could slip back when she was done here.
Very carefully putting her lute into the clothes bag, she reached into one of the others for quill, ink, and paper.
things to sell
ordinator mace - ggg
not armor, likely to be caught over that
temple sword? maybe. cheap, g
The thought crossed Sadara's mind - that she should never have taken this job to begin with. But the counterpoint hit her right in the face, as it had several times over the last day or so--they had to have already known.
But if they hadn't...
She remembered being taken to the Temple in Vivec City, or at least one of its smaller offices or something of that nature. Looking over the list again of things the brothers Dagoth tended to ask for. Being told of the dangers on the road. The treacherous weather inside the Ghostfence. Then the potions...
No, no, I don't need those.
The cure disease and cure blight disease potions. She'd turned them down.
Of course. Idiot! IDIOT! You gave them the information yourself!
And her name, that couldn't much have helped. However little she'd done with the actual prophecies, she'd done enough before becoming a whore that they knew her name. But maybe if she hadn't been so quick to leap for the job, they wouldn't have connected...
"It doesn't matter now," she said to herself, "What matters now is that they know, and that they don't find you."
Ald'ruhn would be a hell of a risk, but the better option to sell anything she picked up. Khuul could work for smaller things, but there was less risk...
A soft knocking sound. Sadara looked up to see an ash ghoul standing there.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said suddenly, "Lord Endus wants to see me."
Time to stop imagining the future, and deal with the present. Hopefully, the analytical mind of Dagoth Endus wouldn't be all that taxing to please.
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Sadara entered a meticulously kept library, and looked about until she found who she assumed was Dagoth Endus.
"Lord Endus," she gave a slight bow, "I wasn't sure what to wear, so I chose at random."
'At random' meaning, a basic and rather plain red robe.
"What is it made of?"
"Linen," she replied, "But I have one in silk, if you prefer me to look better."
"No, linen is fine." He gestured to a reclining chair.
She took a seat quietly.
"You have been told what I want already, presumably."
"I've been told you have...potions...for me to try, and that you want to record their effects," she replied, "The note the Temple gave me said that you were more...inclined to study, than take part."
"In some senses, these potions are a test to both of us," Endus replied. "Are you comfortable? You have eaten?"
"Yes, and yes," Sadara answered easily.
"When we start," he went on, "You are to report everything you feel, if you are capable. If you are unable to answer properly, I will ask you yes or no questions to make the process easier."
She agreed. A potion was brought over, a small bottle.
"Do not drink this one," Endus said, "Uncork it and breathe in its fumes. Tell me everything. What you smell, what you think you smell. Feelings."
Sadara saw him take a seat at the desk nearby and ready his quill. Then she uncorked the potion, and took a slow inhale.
She gagged instantly.
Something rushed up in her mind, and she rambled as she thought aloud, "It smells like poison, and I don't know why. I don't remember ever catching this scent before but my body's telling me it will definitely hurt me."
Something she'd drunk before, even if she hadn't. Inside it lays death...or at the very least a LOT of pain.
"You feel in danger?" Endus seemed confused.
"Yes," she replied, trying to hand the potion back.
"Strange," he mused, recorking it. A moment later he reached over to lay a hand on her shoulder. A calm spell was cast, and the feeling of being in danger passed on.
Then the note taking started.
"You are not aroused at all?"
"No. Not after smelling that and not now either. A little anxious, but it's going away."
Endus made some contemplative noise or the other and went on.
He gave her two more potions after that to smell. One had a cool scent that made her want some mint candy but didn't make her feel anything, and another she went for twice was a strange mixture of cinnamon and ash that gave her an odd feeling of safety.
Sadara was beginning to wonder if Endus wanted sex at all when he finally gave her another small bottle.
"This one you will drink, at least one mouthful. Finish it if you can, but as long as you get that mouthful it doesn't matter."
It smelled of comberry, and tasted vaguely of bittergreen and sugar syrup. Finishing it wasn't a problem at all, though for a minute or so she felt it was a dud.
"Dizzy," she said suddenly, "Not very bad, but I feel like moving too quickly isn't a good idea."
Noted.
The feeling went away, and left behind a tingling in all her limbs, then focusing in her--
"Oh..."
She took a deep breath as a wave of pleasure started rising.
Another minute saw her start to squirm. It was almost embarrassing, how quickly she got wet - squeezing her legs together was a mistake she only vaguely regretted making. It felt like that stuff Uthol had given her, only...slower. But gods, every second it seemed to get stronger.
The fabric of her robe, that of the chair she was sitting on, even the slightest brush of her hair as her head turned -- everything seemed to strike her with tendrils of pleasure.
"Good," she choked out, "Everything--feels--good."
A glance at Endus showed her two things. One, that the quill was still moving.
And two, that he was not at all unaffected by the sight of her writhing in pleasure. What remained of her logical mind was pleased, and she tugged on the tie to her robe, baring herself to the cool air.
"Too warm," she said, only half-lying, "Water--do you have water?"
He did; it was handed over quickly. She drank a third of the glass and lay back down on the reclining chair. She shifted about trying to get more comfortable, and felt the throbbing in her cunt start up and grow steadily more insistent.
"Need," Sadara took a shaky breath, "Throbbing. Need--"
She'd been so worried about the future, so stressed about what was to come, she was half ashamed to enjoy this feeling so much. She thought she shouldn't be enjoying it as much as she was, being fed this potion and studied as she was.
But you are safe, came the thought.
With everything that would go on outside the room...here, at least, here, she was seen, watched, cared for.
Her head got more muddled after that. She blinked, and suddenly her hand was between her legs, stroking and caressing at her clit. But even better than the pleasure it usually brought - it was spreading to the rest of her body. Every good nerve she had felt alight with lusty heat at once, and the moans refused to be held back.
Endus talked. She didn't listen.
"Fuck!"
One orgasm crashed into and through her, with a series of aftershocks soon to follow.
"Good," "yes," "fuck," and "more" were all she could seem to get out. Nothing mattered except that heaven between her legs, and keeping it going as long as possible.
At some point Endus touched her shoulder, and she happened to look downward.
"More," she ground out in a haze on seeing the tent in Endus's loincloth. "More."
Reaching for it just lead to her being on her back again on the reclining chair.
"Fuck. More."
She felt too empty, too needy. Thought was gone, feeling of all kinds replaced only with the burgeoning need to sit on that cock he was keeping from her.
"Cock now, or else--," she said, words she didn't understand but that slipped out anyway, "The big head or the little, NOW."
A few moments later (or what felt like it, rather), Endus was beneath her. She didn't take any time to admire the cock between his legs; she merely saw it and moved down onto it.
He was talking and she was hearing but they didn't seem to be connecting to her at all.
"...ruined my data...might as well..."
Sadara rolled her hips, sinking deeper still into the ecstasy ocean. She didn't care if it swallowed her whole, drowned her and never let her come back up again. Hands were on her breasts, rough, but still good.
Everything was good.
SO good...
Sadara barely registered the jerk of Endus's body beneath her. She DID register being turned onto her back again, feeling suddenly weak, and then empty again. Gods. So very, very empty she felt. The need rose and fell, but after swallowing what she later assumed was some kind of antidote she started to feel more like herself.
"Water," she said, after a long period, reaching for it. She guzzled almost all of what remained of it, and then looked at Endus, who looked considerably more disheveled than he did before. Loincloth on crooked, half exposing his cock, golden hair decoration askew.
Not that he looked angry, exactly, though he WAS writing as quickly as he could.
"I hope I didn't act...too strangely," Sadara said gently. "I...lost myself there. Whatever it was, it was effective."
"Yes," Endus said, not looking up from the paper as he wrote, "When you threatened to take my head, I gathered that it was working a little too well."
"I did? I'm sorry, I had no...I couldn't really think, just...I just wanted, that's what I remember most, pleasure, ecstasy, whatever you want to call it. I just needed something to...fill me up."
"And your memory fades in and out, does it?"
"Not usually. It...just sort of did there."
"Mmmhmm."
Finally the writing stopped.
"It was not supposed to affect you that strongly. Clearly the next time, the dosage must be adjusted downward."
"Yes. Yes, I'm sure you'd prefer the next woman...or man...not attack you so brazenly." She managed a weak laugh, and sat up. "Nothing aches, by the way."
Another sentence written.
"That wasn't bad at all. When I read there'd be potions involved, I was...a little worried...but...I'd have that again for sure."
"Which is why I won't give you any. You'd probably swallow it all at once and stroke yourself to death."
"Probably." Sadara gave a weak laugh as she redressed.
She left the room in generally decent spirits, and despite the fading glow still felt pretty good. It buoyed her even when she saw the dead body of a wizard on the floor ahead - she rifled through its bag to find a couple healing potions, a fire shield potion, and a daedric blade of some kind.
Yes, things were fine. She would be fine.
She stayed in a good enough mood to even not question the fact that an ash ghoul who introduced himself as Dagoth Mendras would follow her to Odrosal. It made sense, she thought, even if they weren't all that concerned about the truce the Dagoths wanted their cocks touched, and it wouldn't do to have to wait for more. It wasn't that late in the day, she could easily make the trip with its stops if she was quick.
Mendras followed her back to where the ordinator had attacked her, and watched as she took up the ebony mace, the wrapped rations, and the two potions of cure blight disease he was carrying.
They'd fetch good prices, she thought. Good. It wouldn't be anywhere near what the Temple had promised but the ebony mace and the daedric blade were still expensive and bound to fetch a good price provided she could find someone with enough gold.
He said nothing, and then followed her directly to Odrosal. She worried briefly - what if he knows? But she kept telling herself she just had to keep pretending. Just keep up the ruse as if you were merely an offering, and then get out. Five brothers down, three to go.
Only three more. The trip was almost over.
She was told on entering Odrosal that Odros was busy communing with Lord Dagoth, and so she would have to wait in some side room. Mendras left her there, and an ascended sleeper lead her to the room in question, which let her look over the note on Odros:
Odros enjoys nothing more than relations while drunk. Whether in himself or you, he wants one of you to be well enough in their cups that consent would be questionable if this were not a job you were doing. The choice is yours, but if you choose to be the drunk one then you must be aware that the spirits Odros gives to the offering are quite a bit stronger than normal ale or sujamma.
Stayed up all night working on this so I hope you all enjoy my version of the Dagoth family
So here's Ma Dagoth (Merva) and all the bros (Araynys being the oldest and Voryn being the youngest)
I apologize for the doodles in advance but i'll explain them better don't worry lolz
These are pretty much my ocs at this point
Gilvoth, Uthol and Voryn are full blood brothers (as i have it in Chimer culture it's very common to have open relationships/multiple partners. Especially if you are a part of one of the major houses, it was only after the Tribubal began their god hood that Dunmer began to practice monogamy as the tribunal kinda pushed it onto them)
Gilvoth is the eldest and Voryn the youngest between these bros (and to explain the symbols, i decided to have it that the symbols represent their magical abilities which i may explain in a different post)
Gilvoth is a gay man who has an unrequited crush on king Dumac, he also doesn't get along very well with Tureynul (why? Nobody knows anymore)
Uthol is Bisexual and has a dwemer gf named Tann, He's a big mamas boy similar to Voryn. He's terrified of Voryn at times
And Voryn, head of the Dagoth house, councilor and a spoiled lil kid with a crush on his best friend. Do NOT trust child Voryn with scissors if you value your hair.
They both come from a Chimer father (don't have any info on the dads yet so)
Next! Endus and Odros
They're twins! I thought it'd be a cute idea to do so lolz
Both of them are very talkative, love throwing parties and are chubby boys!!
They both hail from a dwemer father who isn't really in their lives much (mainly due to distance + working under the previous King)
Tureynul isn't full blood related to any of the other bros, and somehow he's worse than Voryn at times. Very snobbish and uptight, kinda sour he didn't get picked to be the head of the family
He hails from a snow elf father! Which people are almost confused on how they're related since his dad is super sweet
Vemyn is adopted!
Thought it'd be funni that Uthol just found him on the street and dragged him back home like 'can we keep him pls?'
Possibly the most sane of the brothers, He's just chilling in the corner
And finally the oldest Araynys who was stuck on babysitting duty for a good majority of his life
And is also sour that Voryn got picked to be head of the house, he also has a small big crush on Almalexia. He's currently glaring at Nerevar lol
Tired older bro
They all love their ma !!
I have it that Merva is a very caring and loving woman, though she can be 'mean' at times when it comes to those 'messing' with her family (ex: She wasn't fairly kind around Tann or Nerevar for a bit, until she realized they weren't just trying to get into their house)
She's very proud of all her sons no matter what they're doing with their life, she's a good ma to her sons and to her sons friends
