The Tyranny of the Sun

"Did you really come here expecting to claim Auri-El's bow?" TES V roleplay/ask blog for Arch-Curate Vyrthur of the Chantry of Auri-El. Part of the roleplay group thedovahkiinrp, but open to all asks and interactions! Moderator is 21+ Willing to write multiple AUs No crossovers, please.

[thetyrannyofthesun]

Appease you--?                                                 Ah-- my dear, damnable hunger. I appease no-one but myself.                                                                                                                                                                                                  You shall not be sated. Quiet, now.

[thetyrannyofthesun]

“Dear brother, you best not look away from that pathetic pile of rubble you covet so — Who knows what tragedy might befall it, if you were to alleviate your gaze for even a brief moment?”

[winters-elf]

Suddenly, he glanced over his shoudler, certain that the shiver that had commuted down his spine was not merely that of coincidence. 

"…."

[thetyrannyofthesun]

"You remain nil but a gullible old fool, dear brother. Perhaps if you listen hard enough to your beloved pile of ruinous rock, you might even catch the distal echo of Auri-El's sonorous tones. Ah yes, that manipulative siren song of His, tickling your ear with false promises and boundless praise for being such a faithful little pawn -- That would be quite something to hear after so very long, would it not?"

[thetyrannyofthesun]

"Dear brother, you best not look away from that pathetic pile of rubble you covet so -- Who knows what tragedy might befall it, if you were to alleviate your gaze for even a brief moment?"

[thetyrannyofthesun]

masterofcoldharbour started following you.

[masterofcoldharbour]

You dare challenge me, forgotten priest? You dare issue threats to the Prince of Domination? You are clearly not as wise as you think you are. Perhaps your faith has merely been transplanted into your own ability. It is still as misplaced as it ever was. You have much to be thankful for, puny, insignificant, little elf. My letting you escape your torment shall not be one of them. 

You must remember who you exchange threats with. I am able to rip you apart from the inside-

Again.

And again. 

And again.

[thetyrannyofthesun]

Do you even know who I am? Why should I be thankful, when your rot has wholly consumed the gift of divinity I once held? I was beyond other mortal souls. I communed directly with Divine spirits themselves, my ears privy to voices not a single other soul could hear. Now, I am sundered, deaf, and blind to a light I once relished. Do you take pleasure, vile creature, in seeing one spurned by the very thing they foolishly sought solace in? Ah, you would like that, would you not? The irony -- It is delicious. And yet, I concede it not to you. Try harder. You cannot break what is already broken.

[thetyrannyofthesun]

You can fuck right off, mate.

What every interaction with Vyrthur ever basically boils down to.

[thetyrannyofthesun]

trinimacreturns started following you.

If you think I would fall to my knees before you, and hail your supposed return as some kind of blessed miracle, you are sorely mistaken. This illusion is naught but folly, and you will not entrance me. What mockery of an explanation have you to offer for this nonsense, spectre?

[thetyrannyofthesun]

{ OoC: RP Threads! }

In an effort to get better organised, here's a list of what I have going on. I owe: Chosen - winters-elf The Forgotten Vale - thesoulofadovah Untitled - scalesandsecrets ... and one thread with aurielslight -- I recall there were two we started at the same time! I am owed on: Laloria av Ceyseli - aerybel Untitled - dovahvamp If you wish to start something new, or to drop a thread, you need only let me know. I honestly do not mind, and very much appreciate the patience whilst I work towards getting back into Vyr's character. If I have missed someone, please tell me. =)

[thetyrannyofthesun]

Just what made you think it was appropriate to trespass, here, as you have? If you have any measure of common sense, you will leave, before it is ordered of you.

[thetyrannyofthesun]

aurielslight started following you.

You. You and I... We are going to have words. Ah, yes. You do not deem it fit to converse with me, do you? How could I forget.

[thetyrannyofthesun]

                  Do you seek to mock me now, Auri-El, even though I have already fallen? You know of that which I speak. The damnable sunlight streaking through the crumbling stone of this ruin, relentless in its pursuit of eliminating the shadows of the land.                                         How like you, to rub salt into the wound. Is it not enough that you have consigned me to this wretched shell, unable to do nil but flee your hallowed light? Will you not even grant me the clemency of sanctuary, away from that blazing luminescence which only sets desecrated senses aflame?                                              ... Silence. Should have known. You continue to refuse to listen, or speak. Perhaps when I have removed your greatest influence from Nirn, you might yet see it fit to provide me with answers that are long overdue.                               I will make you heed my words. I will not be spurned.

[thetyrannyofthesun]

thesoulofadovah replied to your post“{ AU where Vyrthur succeeds in fulfilling The Tyranny of the Sun and...”

[I'm getting a 'senpai notice me' kinda vibe...]

{ I can see how it might go now... Vyrthur: -Blots out the sun.- Vyrthur: FUCKING NOTICE ME AURI-EL YOU SHIT Gelebor: Language, brother. Even being spurned is no excuse for a potty mouth in Gelby's eyes. Remember this, pilgrims. }

[thetyrannyofthesun]

{ AU where Vyrthur succeeds in fulfilling The Tyranny of the Sun and actually forces a reaction from Auri-El, resulting in their first conversation in absolutely millennia. }

[thetyrannyofthesun]

« Chosen » { Vyrthur | Gelebor | First Era RP }

[winters-elf]

Gelebor listened, rapture cleansing his soul entirely of all the previous doubts and utter concerns of his heart . His brother, the Arch-Curate, held him securely within the depths of his irises, enveloping his spirit firmly. In them, those beloved eyes of his kin, he found his true salvation. Vyrthur had always been his rock, more so than the religion of his clan. And his triumph revealed itself even now as he drew his younger sibling to his breast and deemed him worthy of a title directly under his command.

Words were few and far between for the newly appointed Knight-Paladin. His lack of tongue was due to his utter jubilation, not from inadequacy of thoughts or gratitude.

How was one, one so undeserving of a title or affection, to find purchase in being worthy? Or thanks? 

"…Vyrthur,” Gelebored tried, voice tight with unshed emotion, eyes twinkling across the way to his brother. Instead, he found silence once more. With great effort he swallowed, the lump in his throat entirely too large for his neck. 

Opting for his silence instead of his clownish speak, the young Falmer approached Vyrthur’s back and gazed at the broad frame fondly. Squeezing his hands into fists at the side of his hips, Gelebor let out a loud but choked sigh, pressing his forehead to the back of the Arch-Curate’s shoulderblades. Closing his eyes, seeking comfort, the swordsman soaked the moment through to his blood and life stream.

"Please, Arch-Curate, I ask you to instruct me of what conduct is expected of me as Knight-Paladin, and the ceremony that marries with it."

Auri-El, give me strength and guidance.

[thetyrannyofthesun]

Broad shoulders, laced with the heavy cloak of leadership's burdens, tensed briefly at the unexpected touch imparted upon them. Such physical contact was not alien in itself, but much had changed during their tenancy in the Chantry. The absence of a reassuring touch had grown from an anomalous occurrence to a disappointing normality -- For two brothers separated by the gulfs of rank, it was only proper to act accordingly, even if personal sacrifices had to be made. No longer would that division's maw be so cavernous in its gaping yawn. Throwing his lofty role temporarily aside, Vyrthur turned around, seizing his brother wholly within an eagerly imparted embrace that had been far too long in the making. His heart ached to impart a comfort only conveyed by the tender touch of a revered sibling; now that they were Arch-Curate and Knight-Paladin, surely the demands of the Chantry would no longer serve to stunt their kinship, as it had done prior. "Has my authority lead you to forget my name, brother?" Vyrthur quietly murmured in jest, though his expressive ice blue eyes quivered with the telling glint of a far deeper sadness. "Worry not about what is expected of you. It will come naturally to your hand, as is the case with everything you turn your attention to." The elder mer took pause briefly, barely able to contain the pride that burgeoned within his chest as he looked proudly upon the younger sibling snugly secured within his arms. "Why do you harbour such uncertainty, now, when Auri-El smiles upon us this day?" Truth be told, Gelebor was not the only one to doubt that day. Vyrthur, too, questioned much beyond the bounds of mere faith. That said, silence from the Divine was likely just as good as spoken approval -- After all, Auri-El would surely intervene, if guidance was truly necessary. "Speak, brother, of what burdens you. I would gladly hear it."

[thetyrannyofthesun]

masterofcoldharbour started following you.

[masterofcoldharbour]

The words of a Divine that has forsaken you, cast you to the pit with the other playthings he has grown tired of. The words of a careless, cruel god to whom you are nothing but a lost cause. You are nothing to them - but yet, you still bend to them. It is good you loathe your affliction so, Elf. You are not worthy of anything else. You are an outcast. Dirt, to man, divine, and daedra. 

[thetyrannyofthesun]

You speak as if I should be thankful for your insight, when my eyes were opened to the truth of the matter a long time ago. That whom you converse with is but a shell of a fool that once held some semblance of blind faith, but whom is so much wiser for having seen. These knees shall nevermore bend to another, save for them buckling in the event of the permanent quenching of what little life this unhallowed form still holds. If you drew your sword with the intent to wound in this war of words, repugnant spectre, then I am sorry to inform you that your blade has been completely dulled by your overbearing arrogance. Stop issuing feint attacks and show how sharp the weapon you wield is, if you are to raise it at all.

[thetyrannyofthesun]

masterofcoldharbour started following you.

[thetyrannyofthesun]

One could debate that I should not have had to seek a cure for such damnation in the first instance.

[masterofcoldharbour]

One might also debate that you call damnation that which is a gift to mortalkind. You have squandered it. 

[thetyrannyofthesun]

There is no fit action to take, abhorrent demon, other than to squander that "gift" which has sundered me from divinity. This virulent poison has left me wrought with deafness, where once the words of a Divine rang as clear as day.

[thesoulofadovah-deactivated2014]

The Forgotten Vale [Closed]

Azura only knows how the Dunmer Dragonborn had ended up in a place like this. Her keen sense of adventure seemed to have taken her from farther from Markarth than she had intended. This new area was, quite honestly, stunning. It was frozen -like much of Skyrim- but peaceful, save for the occasional Falmer she had the misfortune of coming across. There were strange, ruined arch ways scattered around the region, and Nerusa had never seen such architecture before. Where exactly was she?

She heard a rustling and quickly turned, hand going instantly to the hilt of her sword, half expecting someone, or something, to attack. It turned out to be a deer, but even the deer here looked strange. The deer was spotted with an unusual pattern and glowing green. As she watched it scurry by, she wondered if she was even in Skyrim anymore. This place seemed to be an entirely different world.

A second deer ran by as she made her way up a slight hill, passing underneath of a tall arch. It looked familiar, in a way, and she tried to recall where she had seen something similar. It took a moment, but she recalled seeing a similar style of architecture in Cyrodiil, in and around the Imperial City. Curious, she followed the odd looking deer, hoping to find some more unique looking creatures.

[thetyrannyofthesun]

Many an unwitting trespasser would simply have no idea just how closely they had danced with death, had their steps drawn even a fraction closer to the crumbling Inner Sanctum's desolate halls. While movement of the undead shell was a rarity, the one that languished within the unhallowed chapel remained both ever watchful and ever knowing. Silently, he awaited those whom might erroneously deem it fit to drift that fraction too close towards curiosity, rather than common sense. Unfortunately, none had drawn close to the Arch-Curate in quite some time -- Time enough that his ravening demanded immediate satiation. Thus, his catatonic state was cast aside, and the need to hunt was indulged. Slowly emerging from the shimmering pools of magic that constituted the Wayshrine portals, the ruinous Chantry leader wasted little time in catching a familiar scent upon the wind... A scent that allured him so, though the very notion of that irresistible pull repulsed him greatly. How had he been reduced to this -- Little more than a shadow of a beast, destined to forever flee the very light he had once basked amongst? Regardless of the matter, it remained a truth that a vampire could not forsake feeding forever. Thus, Vyrthur began his deadly approach, slipping near silently from ruinous structure to ruinous structure as he drew closer to this newest of potential prey. Whomever it was that was fool enough to venture amongst the snow and ice before him would surely not be missed.

[thetyrannyofthesun]

masterofcoldharbour started following you.

How dare you.

[masterofcoldharbour]

You cannot blame me for your bloodlust, Elf. You have turned your back on the cure, and you wish to further alienate the font from which your blood flows? 

[thetyrannyofthesun]

One could debate that I should not have had to seek a cure for such damnation in the first instance.