#morrowind.

[psychoticstarlight]

Im going to start playing Morrowind tomorrow. Not sure if I should be scared  I'm going to give up on life and play non stop Morrowind. 

[buzzuocs]

Valya wakes to her brother’s screaming.

Again.

She jumps to her feet and rushes over to Sadeejum’s bedroll. She holds him close while he struggles to breathe, tears streaming down his face and choked sobs barely able to escape his throat. She strokes his head and tries to calm him down.

“It’s ok, Deej! It’s ok! It’s another nightmare, it isn’t real!”

This is a routine she’s become accustomed to. Nearly every night for the past month and a half. She knows that no amount of sweet words and hugs will stop the dreams from coming, nor will they stop their increasing vibrancy and realism.

They won’t stop him from being scared half to death.

“Valya...please! Make them stop! I can’t...”

“I know, Deej. I know. It’s ok.”

His hands gripped her shirt tighter as he practically hid his head under her arm. He didn’t know what else to do but try and hide his head to feel safe. 

He was so tired, they both were. It was getting to the point that Deej was outright afraid to fall asleep. He tried to stay awake as long as he could, but sleep inevitably claimed him when he couldn’t hold out anymore. If he was lucky, he could get a 20 minute nap in before the dreams returned.

The dreams didn’t even feel like dreams now. They were too...familiar. Places he’d never seen before but knew, somehow. People he spoke to who he could barely recall having ever met but who he knew. People he trusted. People he confided in.

People who betrayed him.

This recurring dream where he would feel a sharp pain as his life was taken from him. He would see faces of familiar people staring down at him. Faces with dead expressions that began to blur as everything grew dark. And above that all, a deep, bone-chilling laughter that rang out and woke him every time. “What’s happening to me?” He looked up at his sister’s face with an involuntarily pitiful expression. The tears had begun to dry up, but his choked sobbing was getting worse. Valya didn’t know how to answer.

[buzzuocs]

When Valia joins the Morag Tong, Magdelis repairs and makes adjustments to her old assassin armor and gives it to her.

She doesn’t want it to go to waste, and she’d rather it be in the hands of someone she considers close enough to be her daughter than someone else.

[buzzuocs]

Magdelis served the Morag Tong for many years before she came down with her debilitating disease.

Because she served so faithfully for many years as a youth, she was “honorably discharged” from the guild when it was discovered that she could no longer complete writs.

She still keeps in contact with some of her old friends from the guild, and remembers her time in the guild fondly.

Though, truth be told, she prefers serving Mephala in a quieter, less violent way now.