#dagoth odros

[venacoeurva]

He even put on a shirt for that, so first of all, (he is getting grounded, and perhaps ground to dust before being revived)

Why not BOTH

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[unknownhomosapien]

HOUSE DAGOTH

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

[ghouledhound]

Araynys (oldest child), Odros (3rd oldest), and endus (uhm 5th child)

I’m still developing my own lore for em

I love them

Don’t ask why endus isn’t colored I drew him on another program and got lazy

[the-elder-polls]

who is the hottest ash vampire?

araynys

endus

gilvoth

odros

tureynul

uthol

vemyn

see results / bald like vivec

Voting ended onApr 11, 2025

dagoth ur doesn't get invited to the poll due to his crimes. thank you to @trickstarbrave for the suggestion!

[aladaylessecondblog]

The Offering, pt. 9

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Author's Note: nsft, drunk sex

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Sadara sat quietly, plinking at her lute as she waited.

What I wouldn't give for a nice soft bed right now...something to make this trip worth it.

She had already chosen to be the sober one - she preferred not to be drunk when 'on the job', though some clients had paid well enough a few times to override her preference.

The ascended sleeper returned after half an hour, to find her still in this state of thinking while playing. A song of sorts, one she felt she could barely remember. At this point in the venture she wondered if it were one that Nerevar knew...denials seemed to be countered by something new with every Dagoth stronghold she visited. It was them, she thought, the Dagoths, it had to be. Nerevar had known them very well, that was why this was happening.

Nerevar...why me? I never wanted this. I don't want to be a hero. I don't want to be YOU.

"Lord Odros wishes to know your choice."

"Hmm?" She looked up, halfway through another repetition of the same few bars, "Oh, of course. Tell him I've chosen to be the sober one."

The slightest change in posture was the only note of surprise she could gather.

The sleeper left, and then returned several minutes later, handing her a note, which read:

Give me an hour and I should be sufficiently pickled. I wasn't expecting you to choose this, usually the offerings prefer to be the ones drunk themselves, so I was rather unprepared. I will have the sleeper retrieve you and direct you to my room once I'm well enough in my cups, where you will do what women of your profession do best. I tend toward being a happy drunk, and - unsurprisingly, will probably be very compliant once I see breasts. Once I'm done simply put me on my side and cover me back up.

It was almost comical. Where was the devil in this man? Where was the devil in any of them? Time and time again Sadara had been warned, and perhaps this was part of their deceit, but something about it rang false. Their requests all seemed so normal, as if they wanted something they used to have. Well, if one could only fuck once a year it made sense, but there was still something about it all.

Perhaps all the devil lay in the one who called himself a god, this...Dagoth Ur. The one whom the Tribunal treated with a hateful fear. The enemy of us all, they called him. He never left the volcano except to give his dreams and the divine disease. Perhaps the brothers merely followed his will, and hungered for a time when they were not so stuck to him.

Or maybe she was wrong, and they really had gotten to her.

She pulled out the Dibellan prayer book and turned to a section near the middle.

"Dibella," she said quietly, folding her hands, "I ask you for wisdom, in seeing the men behind the pleasure, so I might judge their minds and make my way out of this safely. Whatever sins I have committed, I beg your forgiveness and ask you to bless me. Show me the way forward."

Show me the way by which to survive, as you do so many others.

Even if she had been meant to be Azura's hero, Dibella had not abandoned her yet, and she hoped the Divine never would.

After nibbling at one of the sets of rations she'd picked from the dead ordinator's pocket, and plucking at her lute some more, the sleeper returned.

"Lord Odros is ready to receive you."

She was lead to the bedroom. Two or three candles were still burning, and she could see by the bed a table with a half-drunk goblet of...something. It smelled strong when she got closer and saw the reclined form of Dagoth Odros.

"Soo..." he slurred, " The ennertainment is here..."

There was a slight laugh.

"Didn't...think I would ever get...get THIS chance again..."

"What chance, my lord?" Sadara moved up onto the other side of the bed, loosening her robe as she did. Odros' head flopped as he turned it in her direction.

"Youuu...you offerings, you...you never want to be sober..." Another laugh, one that prompted her to give one of her own, so contagious it was. "Finally, my turn..."

"And already free of the loincloth," she said, noting as she moved down the bunched sheets that he was entirely naked. "Impatient, aren't we?"

"Eeyyyeee fuck once a year, wouldn't you be impatt...impa..." Odros hand shot up to wave about a bit. "Get onnn with it."

She reached between his legs, taking a firm grip on his cock.

"I recommend, my lord, being more polite to the one in this position."

Another boozy laugh, as she began to stroke.

"Are youuu threatening me?"

"No, merely reminding you that if you want to see breasts, you need to be nice." Sadara kept stroking, though, noting carefully the little sounds of pleasure Odros was making. When his cock hardened and he hadn't made any more demands she reached up to shed her robe. "There, you see?"

He reached up, but couldn't seem to see straight enough to latch on. She moved up and straddled him, not quite atop him but with her clit and its warmth pressed firmly against his length. She took his hands in her own and laid them on her breasts.

And Odros was pleased, she could tell that from the almost goofy grin on his face. Those cold hands groped eagerly, and for a minute or two she contented herself with grinding against him. He'd be an easier one, that much was obvious.

"You want nothing special?" she asked. "Me to pretend I am someone else?"

"You already areee." There was a hiccup. "Pertend....pretending."

Sadara stopped her movement, though Odros didn't seem to have noticed.

"Kn'w...know you're..."

She noted she was wet enough to start, and raised her hips.

"We should stop talking, my lord," she said in a purring tone.

"N'ver did like to talk..."

She let herself fall, noting with pleasure the way Odros' hands tightened on her when she did.

"They're not going anywhere, you know."

More laughter.

"O'ai...'ll not want to give 'em up..."

She half expected his cock to go a bit soft when she started rolling her hips. When most men were this drunk they had a hard time keeping it up, but Odros seemed to have no trouble at all.

"Not want to give what up?"

Bleary eyes looked up. "'verrr....Ne....him. You know him."

It confused her, but to keep him happy as she kept moving Sadara replied, "Of course I know him."

"G'd...g'd, ih'll..." A groan, as she took it particularly deep. "G'd asoo ever werr..."

How could he have gotten so drunk in an hour? Was the sujamma here that strong? What in Sanguine's name was he actually drinking?

She tried to steady herself on his shoulders, but Odros seemed to misinterpret the motion.

"N'need hold me down...n't going d'an'fing..."

"I'm not trying to run, you fool," she gave another little laugh as she rolled her hips again. "I just don't want your groping to make me fall."

This was so simple, almost too much so. And yet it seemed to make him happy, for whenever she looked down at his face Odros seemed to have the same contented smile that only widened when he groped her a little more.

"Is this what you wanted?" she asked, noting the little grunts that seemed to be falling from his lips a little more quickly. "For me to ride you while you were drunk? Nothing more?"

"N'more..." A soft sigh. "J's'like t'old...old...days."

Just like the old days. Well, there was THAT theory confirmed. Perhaps she was right after all, and on top of everything else, they all simply wanted to pretend things were as they had once been, centuries ago. Before the devilry, before the blight.

Before everything.

She was nowhere near to finishing, herself. But as he seemed to be approaching climax - the grunts, the moans, the tenseness, it was all clear that it wouldn't wait for her. But then, she was used to that, wasn't she?

"Where do you want it, my lord?" she asked in a sugary tone. "Where it is, inside me? Outside, maybe?"

"If eyeee could see stra...st...for'ard, d'bee onnurr b...ch..." The slurring was worse, and he groped at her breasts a little more tightly than before. He seemed to give up trying to speak, and she felt the telltale sign beneath her of tensing thighs. "N'side."

She kept riding, slow, steady, watching as Odros' eyes began to glaze over, until his body jerked and shuddered and he spilled into her. He pulled her down into an embrace, getting that boozy scent of his breath right in her face when he went in for an unsteady kiss.

"'be seeyuuuu again," he said.

"Maybe," Sadara replied. She moved up and off of him, though he seemed to want to cling to her 'til the last. She gently turned him onto his side, putting a few pillows behind him to keep him that way, and then moved back to cover him up. She redressed in relative silence, and left the room when she heard snoring.

She thought, as she had thought with some of the others, that if they could all be like this then she wouldn't mind seeing them again next year. But the ordinators, the Temple, they weren't going to let there be a next year for her.

The blight storms had started up again, and Mendras suggested that she stay the night there. As little as she liked the idea, she decided to agree. Tired as she already was, she'd probably end up too tired to be much good to anyone if she went on tonight.

Another screened in area with her bedroll. Another look at her things, another dinner of ash yams and saltrice that was actually pretty good.

Something softly whispered to her not to sleep just yet, but she ignored it. What good was it fighting what she would need anyway?

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Hands on Sadara's face, with darkness everywhere else. The hands were sharp-nailed, but stroking her face so gently - whatever or whoever they belonged to was obviously inclined to be gentle, at least with her.

Safe, the thought came, almost more of a feeling, a bone-deep certainty. You are safe here...

"Safe," she murmured, almost doubtfully. "How?"

One arm moved down around her shoulders, and pulled her forward against that chest with the unbeating heart. She had not felt truly safe in a long, long time, and the attack had made her even more wary.

"Is anywhere safe?"

You are safe here, the thought insisted. Here, and nowhere else.

"The Tribunal will find me, no matter where I go." She knew that much. Whoever or whatever this was, they couldn't keep the Temple back.

One place alone they do not dare to tread...

She grew drowsy again, though she struggled to keep her eyes open, to look up, to see anything of this person or thing holding her so closely.

All she could see in the dark, and all she would remember of the dream afterwards, was the affectionate gaze from three red eyes.

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Sadara felt warm and woozy as she rose from the bedroll. Something tempted her to lay back down, go back to sleep, but Mendras said the blight storm had begun to clear up a little - and this, she knew, was fairly rare.

"Give me a half hour to eat and get ready to go," she said, "And I'll be ready."

A bowl of ash yam stew was brought, and Sadara ate as she looked over the note for Dagoth Gilvoth.

Dagoth Gilvoth was said be the spymaster of House Dagoth in the First Era, a most trusted and useful tool to his brother Dagoth Ur. His taste lies in interrogation - you are playing the role of a captive from whom he will try to draw whatever secrets and hidden loyalties he wishes to pretend you have. Some offerings report he is intent on softening them up for Dagoth Ur, but on this we are uncertain.

Do not give in to his interrogation too soon, for this frustrates him as much as taking too long, but let him enjoy the process of breaking you down. You will submit and only when he feels he is the victor will he finally make use of you. Be most careful here, for this last stop is potentially the most dangerous. Outside of the sex itself, you must be respectful, and pretend as though the Dagoths are still a respected Great House. Here are the devils at their strongest. Do not forget this.

[markedbambi]

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

In order from first born to last

Araynys, Gilvoth, Tureynul, Uthol, Odros, Endus, Vemyn, Voryn

[sixteenthchapel]

one big room, full of bad bitches

Collab with @tesjejunus , who provided the sketch and color for the first pic, and i did the lines for each, as well as colors in the last. House Dagoth as chimer, and as ash vampires and sharmats... and one ascended sleeper (luv you, ulen bby <3)

from left to right, back to front: Endus, Vemyn, @tesjejunus's Voryn/Dagoth Ur and my own version of Voryn/Dagoth Ur, Uthol, Ulen, Erys and Odros

[gronglegrowth]

Dagoth Odros