Video ♦ 007

[septim]

[ The camera pans onto a bored-looking, surly-sounding demon, arms crossed, grinding his teeth, disdain thick in his voice. He stands in the center of a summoning circle, its runes growing on and off, an eerie pulse. ] You defeated my Lord, yet you summon the Kyn, Septim? [ He looks around and below him, laughing maniacally. ] A ward? For me? I see you're no longer the simpering child who fancies himself a master of the arcan—

Enough! [ Not present in the recording, it is Martin's shout that silences the Dremora. ] I would've rather thrown myself at Dagon once more than summon the likes of you, daedra. [ His tone is full of regret, and self-loathing. ] But if I am to keep others safe, then I must know...

Ah, desperation, I should've known. Even then, that was the only reason why you called me. [ The Dremora smirks arrogantly, teeth rows of viciously sharp fangs. ] I see it in your eyes: you're afraid. Pathetic. Instead of embracing your nature, you gave up your life for these mortals, and you continue to live among them. Weak, doomed to death and failure and loss...

[ And then the Dremora stops, tracing the sharp edges of his sword with his fingertips, then continues in the same haughty, amused tone. ] You can't stop it. To be dragonborn is a curse and a blessing. And you, once possessed by the Dragon himself, it will be so much worse for you.

You will burn the flesh off your enemies, you will rend their bones with your jaws. And you will delight in it, for that is the nature of the Dragon's Children.

The Dragon wakes, Septim. You know this.

I pity any in your path.

[ With a final laugh of malicious glee, the Dremora disappears in a shower of purple sparks. And the transmission ends. ]

OOC: All answers will be VOICE or TEXT for most responses.

Comments

[whatatool]

Right, so it's a dark side versus light side kind of thing. All depends on your purpose for using it, I guess? So have you ever... reconjured someone from the dead? Just so I know how to react if there's a sudden zombie on my lawn. [Those Septims and their crazy yet awesome powers.]

Woah, why would a God want you to become a dragon? I mean, maybe this is because all I know of them is from myths, but aren't they generally kind of bad? Like, sitting on treasure, kidnapping princesses, eating random villagers bad?

[septim]

[ A strained admittance, a tone of utter self-loathing. ] ...I have. But I gave all that up years ago. I was a fool.

I don't think this is Akatosh' fault, but the Initiative's. The Initiative's weapon has increased my magic. I don't think they foresaw this side-effect. I should've known becoming the Avatar of Akatosh would have a lasting impression on me.

Yes, dragons were evil in my world too. They enslaved humans for centuries. You can see why...I didn't want to believe I'm transforming into a dragon at first.

[whatatool]

I take it that didn't go too well for you. [His voice lacks them usual glibness, despite the way it's phrased. He's a jerk, sure, but not enough to kick a guy when he's down.]

Can you stop using it? I know they didn't exactly give out spares, but there's gotta be something lying around that won't make you go nuts. Or turn into a giant fire-breathing lizard. But uh, you were one before, from the sounds of it?

I think most people would have that reaction, even if they weren't the assholes of fantasy. Didn't take them for slave masters, though.

[septim]

It did not. My friends died. I nearly died.

...that is a possibility I hadn't considered. [ A nod. ] Yes, I turned into a dragon before. But I died afterwards.

Dragons are made in the image of Akatosh, the Dragon God of Time. If they were made in the image of a god, does that not mean they are divine themselves? For dragons, power was truth. Which is why they enslaved those weaker than them.

[whatatool]

Yeah, I can see that being a problem. [A pause.] Sorry, dude.

So that isn't exactly normal, even wherever you're from?

Right, got it. Firmly behind the no dragon bandwagon, here.