Believe, Believe, the Dragonborn Comes [Open]

[fireandhoney]

Who: Finn Onaru (fireandhoney) & Anyone

What: Finn gets used to his new surroundings.
When: Late May
Where: Downtown
Warning(s): TBA


When going downtown, it might be hard to miss the new face. He's about 5'9", has grey skin, pointed ears, long black hair, and is on the skinny side. He's dressed in a grey tunic and pants, with a teal robe over it, and worn black boots. He also speaks with a British accent, and has a slightly raspy voice. Like someone who's inhaled ash throughout his childhood.

Finn still isn't entirely unconvinced that this isn't some plane of Oblivion. Though if it is, it's like no plane he's ever read about. Maybe it's part of Sanguine's domain. It's far too organized to be part of the Shivering Isles.

As he explores downtown, he slips into a nearby clothing store, figuring he might as well look for a change of attire.

The elf eyes a black jacket and matching pants, holding it up to himself just to get an idea of what it would look like on him.

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Later, he makes his way to a local tavern, to grab a drink and perhaps some food. He sits at a table, and idly wonders aloud to himself, "I don't suppose I could get a good Dunmer wine? Or some grilled grasshoppers. Probably asking for too much."

Comments

[misbegottendreamer]

"From what I understand, that is very much the case. There are people here whose worlds are untouched by magic. There are a myriad of gods and spirits, a myriad of races, more stories to tell than there are stars in the sky."

[fireandhoney]

"A world without magic sounds almost as impossible as a world without air." Magic is such a core part of their world, it's in everything and everyone. Yet there are worlds without it? How bizarre.

[misbegottendreamer]

"Even without music, those worlds are still full of sounds, and the heavens are still full of stars, some of them hungry and crushing and all-consuming. That they exist without magic is perhaps a greater source of awe than any feat of sorcery would be. There is a man here who knows them well." She's talking about Siebren, of course.

[fireandhoney]

"Well, I suppose when you put it that way, that is rather amazing," To think there are worlds out there so unlike theirs, that still get by without magic and without the races of mer. Perhaps the universe is bigger than he thought.

"I don't suppose you're familiar with the whole Dragonborn legend?"

He certainly wasn't at first, and was really confused upon finding out. It's not exactly part of Dunmer lore.

[misbegottendreamer]

There’s a loooooong pause.

“Yes. I… traveled by the Dragonborn’s side, before the events that brought me here.”

[fireandhoney]

"You did?" Strange, because he's traveled with fellow Dunmer before, and he's quite sure that he never met her. Is she perhaps referring to a past Dragonborn, like he met in Sovengarde? Or one of the Septims, maybe?

"Well, the thing is... I'm the last Dragonborn."

[misbegottendreamer]

A beat.

"In which era?" Because her Dragonborn is, funnily enough, also called the Last Dragonborn.

[fireandhoney]

Finn pauses for a moment, before replying, "The Fourth Era."

[misbegottendreamer]

“… what year, muthsera?”

[fireandhoney]

"Uh... 4E 201." Last time he checked, anyway.

[misbegottendreamer]

There's a looooong pause.

"I think we may hail from different kalpas. You see, I also kept the company of the Last Dragonborn, in the Fourth Era, in the 201st year. And she was an Imperial by the name of Skadi Nanagia. This I am sure of. Of this, I have no doubt. But I do not think you confused or mad, muthsera. Now that you have told me your truth, the measure in your voice is plain to hear. You speak with a dragon's inheritance."

[fireandhoney]

Finn pauses too, processing this new information.

"I've spoken with scholars about this sort of thing, but I wasn't sure if it was true or not. I mean, seeing through time is one thing, but to know that there's another kalpa where I'm not the Dragonborn... assuming I even exist at all in that reality."

[misbegottendreamer]

"Skadi herself comes from another history. We were both young during the coming of the Nerevarine, but she and I remember events very differently." Or rather, the people she's spoken to remember events different. She wasn't perceiving much of anything at the time.

[fireandhoney]

"You were actually alive during that time? You're much older than I am, then, because I'm only twenty-nine." Possibly close to thirty at this point. "My grandmother claimed to have met the Nerevarine. Of course, grandmother also claimed that she had a flying chariot pulled by cliff racers she'd tamed herself." In other words, grandmother should be taken with a grain of salt.

[misbegottendreamer]

"I wouldn't be surprised if your grandmother met the Nerevarine. From what I understand, she traveled a lot. I actually had the honor of meeting her myself, briefly, at a shrine to Azura in Skyrim."

[fireandhoney]

"Grandmother traveled a lot, so maybe. I also met a Telvanni mage, Neloth, who claimed to have met them. He was an ass." Smart and he helped out during that adventure in Solstheim, but he was still an ass.

[misbegottendreamer]

"Neloth... I believe I may have heard that name in passing somewhere. For being so isolated, the Telvanni do have quite a way of making a name for themselves."