#withinoblivion

[princehermaeusmora]

"Boring! Boring! BOOORIIIING! All you do is sit there in your bleak, rank realm, and read all day... How about we have a little, Hermy~?" (Sheogorath) (Only if you want to reply)

He did as his title as a prince of fate and knowledge said. Indeed he read almost all the time only stopping for short moments. “Do not play games with me. What do you have in mind?” 

[marshfirc]

@withinoblivion:

As soon as the argonian appeared in the next section of Apocrypha, lowered his form so that she would know he wished to speak to her. He was quite pleased by his follower’s quick and eager progress throughout the first plain he had arranged for her. She passed his first test of devotion and intellect, and now he wished to speak to her, before she continued on.

“Greetings, Mortal…” He began to introduce himself in his low, overly slow way of speaking. “I… am Hermaeus Mora, Gardner of Men, and… the Prince of Forbidden Knowledge… Though… I do believe you already know of me…”

He slowly blinked his single pale, split-pupil eye, and focused in on her a bit more.

“You have pleased me with your progress thus far… However, being a loyal servant of mine… has little to do with navigation, or… brute strength….” He continued on, implying that her trial was far from over. “To be worthy of my gifts, one must… prove their ability to comprehend such things…”

The Daedric Prince gestured over to the rest of this current plain of Apocrypha. It was uniquely set up so that while small in width, it was arranged into many different levels, that all seemed to be unreachable by one another, through any normal means.

“Now… If you are truly worthy of gifts… I shall be expecting you to make your way throughout this next chapter… on your own…” Before once again watching her journey omniciently, he said, “Try not to disappoint…”

     --- She pauses in her steps, regarding the Price’s approaching form with a bowed head. It was only respectful, in her eyes, to show those higher than you with the utmost respect. (A shame she only regarded the Daedric Princes & the Nine Divines that way.)

     As Hermaeus began to speak, she lifted her head towards his form, icy eyes not once straying from him. That is, until he gestured towards the rest of the plane. Putting two & two together, once her gaze had scanned the area, she give another dip of her head. “𝔒f course, Lord Mora,” she breaths, her voice, despite being barely above a whisper, carrying thickly through the air. She knew what was required of her - she knew what she had to do, lest she displease the figure looming above.

     As he increases the distance between them, she allows herself to move once more. Apocrypha was a maze, a culmination of puzzles that could take a long time to solve. & perhaps they would take an agonizing amount of time for anyone less intelligent. She’d read every book on the Daedra she could get her hands on. She’d spent countless hours studying Hermaeus Mora & his plane of Oblivion. & even still, it took her several moments to figure out what to do. Hours, she spent moving from one level to the next, her goal to reach the end of the second chapter & move on to the third.

     She finally reaches her destination, after many a tedious hour of solving the puzzles Apocrypha had to offer. A quiet sigh of relief leaves the mage, who exits the second chapter & enters the third.

     It’s here that she takes pause again, gaze raised to take note of the Prince above. Had she done what was asked of her appropriately? Had she pleased him with her ability to make it through the labyrinth of puzzles & enemies?

    Of course, it probably would have taken her a little less time if she hadn’t stopped to collect every soul gem along the way.

[marshfirc]

(Hermaeus Mora of course :P) Hermaeus Mora saw how much the argonian idolized him, and decided to reward her with... an opportunity. He decided he was to leave one of his sacred black books upon her dresser, for her to "conviniently" find. Should she decide to open and journey through Apocrypha, he may deem her worthy of his prescence. If not, he would know that she was no true seeker of his forbidden knowledge.

     — The Black Book that had suddenly appeared there grabbed her attention almost immediately. She’d only turned her back for a moment…

     Scaled fingers trace delicately over the cover, icy eyes alight at the possibility of meeting Hermaeus Mora himself. Carefully she picked up the Book, one thumb tracing over the worn spine, before she opened it. Black tentacles shot from its pages, wrapping around her & dragging her consciousness into the contents within.

     She’d read up enough on Hermaeus Mora & his plane, Apocrypha, to know that they layout changed with each visit. This was only her first time here, though, so she had no reason to worry about getting lost. What she did need to worry about, however, were the Lurkers & Seekers that made this plane of Oblivion their home.

     Thus she began her journey through Apocrypha, fighting off enemies as they appeared (& taking no small amount of damage in the crossfire.) Thankfully she could heal herself easily after each battle, so by the time she reached the end of the first chapter, she was ready to head on to the second.

     She could see the Daedric Prince floating above, near the “end” of the Book, no doubt watching her to see just how far she’d make it. Her intent was to prove to him just how devoted she was. So into the second chapter does she travel, prepared for whatever may come next.

[marshfirc]

✰ (Its just I'm just really new and don't know which daedric prince to use XD)

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[I will love you forever if you go with Hermaeus Mora. Elona worships the hell out of Hermaeus Mora.]