Queen Morgiah, daughter of Queen Barenziah
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Queen Morgiah, daughter of Queen Barenziah
Slowly falling back into my daggerfall obsession, so here's the Wayrest siblings. Elysana gets to be on here twice bc she's my favorite <3
"The Bride, Morgiah"
Concept art for The Elder Scrolls II: Daggerfall
Art by Mark Jackson
Red Mountain Waffle House, pt. 22
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Author's Note: I reiterate, this one really got away from me...this was supposed to be a goofier AU and it turned into a telenovela... --------------------------------------------
Sadara had gone very quiet of late. The reason was quite obvious, and despite the sudden amount of attention she was getting from the palace servants, it seemed not to touch her. She kept mentioning being tired, and while the healers declared nothing to be wrong with her physically, some said it might simply be nerves. Rest would always help, so as long as she tended to what Helseth asked of her, her extended sleeping hours went unchallenged.
The Daggerfall gang as funny texts I've found on the internet
i did this instead of my uni work, enjoy
More of this stuff here: Part 1, Part 2 Some messages I also made: I. II.
bonus:
Princess Morgiah of Wayrest vs. Mannimarco, King of Worms
Morgiah
Mannimarco
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“Everything would be fine if you hadn’t died.”
Morgiah paced, restless, around the clay pit holding the ash that was once Symmachus. Ash that had once formed the arms that held her as a little girl. Ash that consisted of the blood, sweat, and tears of her father, her protector.
“You should have fought harder. You could have. I know it. I don’t care if you had to cut through a thousand mer to survive. You should have come back to me, protected me, protected us.”
A lifeline, a soldier, a husband, a father, a king; all reduced to nothing but the fine, grey power nearly indistinguishable from the dust that sat on the surfaces of the tomb. For all the Empire had done in memoriam of her father after his death, there was nothing to show of it. No one had entered this part of the tomb in years. Not even Barenziah nor Helseth had visited when they returned. Morgiah wished she hadn’t. She remembered little of ancestral tombs from her childhood, and to her now they seemed like a cruel rest. Ash that was once a life, a good man, for all she’d known at eight years old. Maybe all she’d been told were lies, maybe her own memories were lies. If he were still alive, perhaps he’d be an unforgiving ruler and a harsh father. Perhaps he’d withdraw in his old age, abandoning his wife and children in all but formalities. There was nothing to show for who he’d be. Nothing but ash.
“I know I wouldn’t be here,” She continued aloud, her voice monotone but betraying a slight tremor. She glanced at the ground and noticed the dust was dirtying the hem of her skirts. “At least I wouldn’t be here, at your grave, wondering who you’d be to me. Longing for the life I’d have in Mournhold, the life I deserve. Do you have any idea what it was like? The things I’ve seen, the things I’ve done, the things done to me, across the continent and throughout decades, all because you couldn’t-“
This time her voice cracked, betraying what she fought hardest to hide, even in the absence of everyone she felt the need to hide it from.