First prayer, Morning Star 26th, Dawn
Oh Azura, how you have sent me to some…interesting, but dangerous people. You send me off to find my place and be your champion, I came across this Wadarsho. I embraced his rough hand and our forms and perceptions contorted and we sent to White-Gold. We traveled by Moon and Star, through your great twilight, as he said it was your will which brought me here. So I did my best to understand, It seemed that I was not the only newcomer, as a group of chaotic people accused the Elder Council of being vampires. I studied them, finding the Elder Scroll and a man who seemed to know I was there, the man named Moviris Sadras (although I don't suppose it helped I grunted in his face when I saw the Scroll.)
There was a lot of debate, and long periods of tense silence, before I found out I was meant to help these people. I outed the vampires from the council with your truthful light, and they were swiftly dealt with. From seeing how they exploded upon death I only hope it was painful. I spoke to Moviris and he seemed to know much about me, more than I thought any knew, except kin. He called me Azura's Champion, sent with the Star to aid the Marked.
But why? What will befall them? Why is the Star needed? Why me, an adopted Ashlander?
Second Prayer, Morning Star 16th, Dusk
We spent a week in town before setting off to find The Last Dragonborn, we set off into the Jerall Mountains. First thing we came across was a Nord almost seven feet tall and a Redguard noble fighting. I brought a cage from The Deadlands upon the Nord and we settled the dispute. We moved on and found a bloody, terrible skirmish between two Nord factions, both calling themselves the Five Hundred. It was peculiar, the attacking side had twenty-one soldiers outfitted in rusty armor and weapons that were ill-fitting, while the defenders had absolutely pristine Steel plate, perfectly fitted. We joined the fight and helped kill the attackers, for they attacked us. After the battle ended we were brought to Ysmir, the Dragonborn. He had to whisper, straining his voice to be just quiet as a booming thunderstorm that shook the mountains for miles. He informed us rather forcefully that our purpose in his camp was to join him and serve his whim. I almost laughed, and Sir Kael spoke up in denial.
And then he Shouted. Lo Tinvaak Bahlok. Sir Kael went to his knees and reaffirmed that we were all in fact here to join the Five Hundred. He then said words whose fury burned like the fires of Red Mountain; "You caused my death. The death of the Sultan. The fall of Hammerfell and Skyrim, and the loss of Dawnbreaker. You're lucky, Ninian, assassin of Kings. I'll only kill you". He gripped her shoulder in one massive fist and swung his mighty Ebony axe, cutting her body open from left hip through the heart to the neck, and she was dead in seconds. Nexius ran to her before being thrown away by Ysmir. This man was deadly, viscous, and soon shown to be mad.
He insulted the Third Empire, calling them Elven slaves as all Nords seem to, except he said some things which disgust me still. He betrays each group of Five Hundred, bringing another, then another, and once he trains the strongest possible he will take Bruma, and begin again until he has the strongest force, then abandon it. Something he calls the Way demands it.. although he said it wasn't the only Way. He also said Alduin would return. Grim tidings.
Weer pledged himself to the Dragonborns lineage, and made a humble request that mercy be given to his friend Ninian. Ysmir shouted again, full of anger, hate, and pain unimaginable. Vokri Kopraan Laas. It filled me with a deep fear, but a decent respect. Ninian's wounds closed and although she had been absolutely dead beyond all magics for thirty minutes, she was restored to life. He spoke as if words could kill, "There is your Seditioner. Your Thief".
Over the next week, Nexius quickly became a battlemage for the Dragonborn, and I a second. I was given the Ethos Blade by what I assume was Wadarsho.. and apparently these Marked were trying to get Ciri pregnant, I assisted in the best way I could… and I pray that was your will.
Third Prayer, Morning Star 22nd, Dusk
Azura I need your strength, I convinced the Dragonborn to not slaughter an entire town, but the margin for error was thinner than an Alit's hair. He used some illusion sort of shout (is that possible?) to appear as the Countess of Bruma as he Shouted down the front gate, strode into the Keep, reverted forms and challenged her to a duel. He Shouted to force her to eagerly accept to the terms. He said he wouldn't kill her, he promised me, but he turned on his word and put his Ebony boot through her chest in a single kick. He was put in charge through some trickery, and he will rule this town for now. After helping Nexius with Identifying his staff, we have formulated a plan and I am not confident it will work, but with your help it can. I hold myself to you. I will pray to you again at dawn. Hopefully with positive news.
Her organs spilled into her arms, her blood lost so quick, life was gone. She felt it escaping her faster than she could will it to stay… and so Ninian Redoran died.
Her body did not exist, and she was blind for a time, yet she knew she would soon be surrounded by beauty, Moonshadow is the most beautiful thing potentially possible. But when her eyes that aren't physical opened, she was greeted by the smiling face of Hunger. It swung the shards of the amulet in her face before cackling like a hyena and scuttling away. She was on The Snake Mount, as her soul had always been. She had always been here. A woman stared at her, a very, very old woman. After a few seconds, it came to her that it was Calesse Thilinus, although she had aged at least forty years since she saw her. Saw her die on Nirn.
"Oh Ninian.. It has been so very long".
Ninian was gasping and shaking, having just passed on. Eventually she managed to make a feeble apology for her lack of use in her days alive, and wishes for Cal to forgive her, besides how little they actually ever interacted. She mumbled, numbly; "I can't accept that my life was for nothing, that I did nothing".
Cal rebuked this, "We both died here, yet you did more in life than I ever did. I never found Jondis. You saved so many of your people from poverty. You became noble, I became a traitor".
Over the next three months the two unbreakable women fought. eachother, Daedra, other men and mer. Anything that could be thrown in the Attribution Arena. Time and time again the two died, sometimes to the blade of the other. They grew a sort of bond, out of grim acceptance of the fate that they held before them. It was said a sort of peace awaited those that absolutely resigned in every aspect, but a nagging fear of said end stirred them forward. Calesse was not haunted and tortured with memories and images as Ninian was. The Dunmer was shown images of how her allies didn't care for her death, and Nexius rejoiced at it, and went on an even better date with Maera the first chance he could get. Boethiah had a sort of respect for Cal, if you could call it that. She won the arena through intelligence instead of strength. She only lost her soul due to a sort of heroism.
On the eve fourth month, Calesse felt a disturbance, a sort of warmth and sanity that she had not felt in quite a long time. Mundus. She had no power of Conjuration on Boethiah's plane, unless Boethiah willed it to be so. Ninian was confused, and absolutely disoriented as the realities converged upon her. The shackles drained her magicka, yet she felt her plane once again. Yet it was not reaching out to her, it was to Ninian.
"Ah Ninian," Calesse whispered, softly, "I knew you wouldn't be here for long, somehow.. But now I know why. Go on, girl, live your life, and tell them.. Tell them each of their lives was worth the years here, and worth all the rest."
Cal embraced her newfound sister, before Ninian started to vibrate, perception of her becoming textured and slowly dark before snapping away completely in an instant.. and again, Calesse was alone on the realm of Boethiah.
Ninian awoke and saw her allies crowded around her killer, all allying with him and some swearing oaths to him… and so Ninian Redoran died.