Now, I am having too much fun writing Sotha Sils cryptic dialogues. Honestly. I know some of you play ESO for the dungeons, the battlefields, the events. I play it solemnly for the quests and the well written dialogues. Therefore I decided to continue writing this little story, maybe turning it into something bigger, depending on how well I can write for Vicec and Almalexia...
Enjoy more Lord Seht Fanfiction! :)
After that kiss, things took a turn for the worse. You had hoped your obsession with the Clockwork God would fade after he granted your wish, but instead, you found yourself yearning for him even more. As you traveled through Nirn, thoughts of him consumed you, leading to careless mistakes during encounters with enemies. You were ambushed more than once by packs of Kagouti or an irate Netch bull, lost in daydreams about returning to the Clockwork City.
After suffering severe injuries from one such ambush, you decided to lay low for a while and rented a room at a local inn in Mournhold. It dawned on you that this obsession could ultimately prove fatal, and you needed to find a way to overcome it. You knew you could never truly be with a god of the Tribunal, yet you still found yourself stopping at shrines, making offerings, and silently praying to Almalexia and Vivec, but most passionately to Sotha Sil.
You spent your days in Mournhold resting, taking leisurely walks without your weapon and armor, chatting with the locals, and enjoying a drink or two in the tavern each evening. For the first time in a long while, you felt truly at ease. Thoughts of Sotha Sil and the memory of his cold lips brushing against yours kept you awake at night, but with the entire day to yourself, you indulged in your fantasies, sleeping late and enjoying long, lazy mornings. You were typically roused by the sounds of new travelers checking in or the kitchen staff preparing dinner for the guests.
After about a week of rest, those thoughts still lingered in your mind. Realizing you needed guidance, you decided to travel to Vivec City. You knew that Lord Vivec, Sotha Sil's brother, was always open to consultations, and you hoped his wisdom would help you find a path that suited both your life as a fighter and your mortal existence.
The night before your departure, you laid out your armor beside your bed along with your weapon. In your backpack, you packed potions and provisions for the journey ahead. Planning to take the boat to Vvardenfell, you wanted to be well-prepared, unsure of how long the trip would take.
After undoing your hair and slipping into your silken sleeping robe, you lay down, closing your eyes and replaying the kiss in your mind. You envisioned Sotha Sil’s tall figure leaning toward you, his demeanor cold and distant, yet you felt an undeniable connection. You recognized that he could have easily dismissed your request, but he didn’t. You recalled the divine sensation of his lips, the golden shimmer that surrounded him as you gently opened your eyes, and the feeling of being elevated, transformed into something greater after he had gently broken the kiss.
You sighed as you slowly drifted into sleep, feeling closer to the god than ever before. Just as sleep began to overwhelm you, a sudden darkness enveloped you, followed by a powerful force pulling you up, leaving you groggy and dizzy as if you had been knocked unconscious after a fight. You blinked awake to find yourself sitting in your bed, your hair cascading over your shoulders, clad only in your silk robe.
You expected to feel cold, but you didn’t shiver. The room was dark, except for a golden shimmer emanating from the corner near the desk where you kept your armor. You wanted to rise and investigate the light, but a familiar dark voice held you back.
“Are you still dreaming about our encounter, prisoner?”
“After all this time, you’re still fixated on that fleeting moment, the mere touch of flesh. It fascinates me that mortals dwell on such brief contacts, lingering longer than on any acquired valuable artifact.”
“Lord Seht, I can hear your voice, but I cannot see you. Did you hear my prayers? What is your answer?”
You weren’t sure how long Sotha Sil intended to linger in your mind, in your dreams, or in this room. But you had missed him dearly and were overwhelmed with questions. In a rush of emotion, you blurted them all out, hoping he would answer.
“Why did you grant my wish? What do you truly desire from me? Can I ever be more than just a fleeting thought in your existence? How can I find my way back to you? Please, tell me what I must do to understand this connection between us!”
For a moment there was silence. You worried you had asked too much. But your prayers contained the same question - did the god grant you your wish since he was curious about kissing you as well?
The golden shimmer in the corner of your room was soft and comforting. You could hear Sotha Sil speaking again:
“Your questions reveal the depth of your longing, and in that longing lies the essence of your humanity. I granted your wish not out of mere whim, but because I sensed a spark within you, a potential that transcends the ordinary.
Remember, connection is not solely bound by proximity. It thrives in the choices you make and the legacy you forge. I am always present, woven into the fabric of your existence, guiding you from afar. Seek knowledge, embrace your power, and the thread that binds us will strengthen.”
“Does that mean… we will soon meet again, Lord Seht?”
Your voice trembled with hope, perhaps too much hope, as if you were pleading for your very survival. You longed for Sotha Sil to speak plainly, to demand what he wanted without the mystery that always surrounded his words. The golden shimmer in the corner of the room flickered and slowly faded away, leaving you feeling cold. You quickly grabbed your blanket, trying to ward off the chill creeping into your body.
Once again, darkness enveloped you, a deep, numbing silence lulling you back into sleep. Perhaps you had been asleep the entire time, and Sotha Sil's voice had only been a dream.
When you awoke in the morning, your small chamber appeared untouched. Your armor rested at the desk, and your weapon lay beside you on the nightstand. Convincing yourself that last night’s encounter had merely been your imagination, you sighed as you got up and stretched, preparing for your journey to Vivec City.
As you approached your armor and gently lifted your helmet, a small dwarven gear tumbled out, clinking softly against the stony floor of the inn.
“Seek knowledge and the thread that binds us will strengthen…” you whispered, picking up the little gear. Without hesitation, you grabbed your backpack and weapon, tucking the gear close to your heart, feeling its weight as a reminder of the connection you sought.
