Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Throughout all of Nirn, no other religion can claim the absolute truth known to the Dark Elves: that their gods rule over them, and walk among them, as real as any other denizen of Morrowind. ,existing.From their thrones of power in the Sanctuary of the Tribunal in Mourn, the living gods of the Tribunal guard and counsel their people.When necessary, they punish sin and error.They too share their gifts with the greatest and the least among us according to their own needs.

——"The God of the World" by the theologian Durrellis

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About how mortals ascend to heaven and become gods, people on Nirn have almost no knowledge.In fact, we latecomers, as "God", can look at how a person wears armor, how extraordinary, and how a person achieves beauty from a broader and far-reaching perspective. That is because many times, we are not really in it .

But the ascetic knows that if he doesn't stop this mysterious and frightening thing in front of him-what is he?A king and a half—they're dead.

Turka Arakano was like a star that radiated an extremely dazzling (or terrifying) light, and the terrible heat swept through the whole house in an instant, and burned Islan's skin and eyes, and set them on fire. The cloak and hair on the body.Until it was blocked by a cold and fearful force—this was not the intention of the person behind it, but the 'cage' he set up did indeed allow Marcus to avoid the second attack after the furious Ms. Pleasure. Inhuman injury.

"Bless us, merciful Stendhal!" the ascetic yelled in fear, he tore off the amulet around his neck, and held it high in front of his eyes.Prayer, calling upon the true name of the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy. "May they not be overwhelmed with misfortune and fear!"

Then a soft light burst from the amulet.This light protected Israel and the others, preventing them from being turned into ashes in the terrifying light heat.Vaguely, Duran seemed to see a holy god, holding a holy shield and a war hammer, glaring ahead.

Duran cried out piously and silently, with tears in his eyes.

In the void, time seems to stop in the void; or, time passes faster.Boundless darkness surrounded Turka, nothing, absolute darkness.

But in the darkness there is light, unparalleled light.

That is the birth of 1 and 0, the initial light of life, the darkness of annihilation, and the majesty of creation!Not even the fire that burns within him can hold enough of himself in this majesty.

Yes, when Turka witnessed the collision of two primordial divine powers, witnessed the birth of earth, water, fire and wind, and witnessed how the arena of the gods, which we call Nirn, emerged from nothing!His id was deeply attracted by the melody of the creation movement.

He was intoxicated by the magnificence and beauty of creation, but he didn't notice his soul, his consciousness began to melt, and he was drawn by the incomparable flame to the deepest light, or faded away.

Hug us!

Countless voices sounded again.We are one.

This is the will of the original spirit of creation. Their selves have been irreversibly weakened and split during the creation of the world. They can no longer even maintain the continuation of their selves. A great life born at the beginning.

Their conditioned reflex pulls and integrates more of what they think of as 'I' to solidify and stabilize the world they created.

However, this is self-defeating, because Turka is not a life born in this plane, he has no responsibility for this plane called Mundus by the Altmer, and belongs to the "non-self".Therefore, the flame contained in his body burst out suddenly, competing with the light of creation.

No, this is not what I want.Turka Arakano's consciousness, his soul, his id screamed angrily, refusing to be a part of the original spirit.

You are all a dream, this is not my destination.

Turka thought of the sun and moon of Arda, and the stories about love and hope that happened there.What's more, he recalled the things that happened a long time ago after a long absence, and realized that he couldn't just merge into these creation spirits, otherwise he would never be able to leave this world, let alone escape.

So he fought hard.

"enyalie {Quenya, memory}." Turka shouted out a voice that did not belong to this world - no one knows how he did it, but what is certain is that when Turka was predestined, unconscious and When the light of creation from the plane of Mengdas touched him, some kind of miraculous change took place on him—the secret fire belonging to a subplane and the ancient blue planet burst out with unprecedented light.The void was vibrating under this force. The earth, water, fire, wind, thunder, light and shadow he had seen before were all dissipating, and Turka's consciousness returned to his body.

Then he found that everything around him was almost melted into ashes and sand by his sudden burst of power, his eyes, his mouth, nose and mouth were all emitting terrifying flames, the Redguard and his companions were suffering Suffering, a soft but tenacious light protected them, allowing them to escape.

"Do something." The Breton man yelled, his eyes had already been scorched blind, and the skin on his face was burnt, revealing a large mass of horrible white bones and filthy blood.

The female Nord was no better than him, her cloak and hair were burning, and the hot air scorched her lungs and throat, making every breath she exhaled feel like a knife was cut through her internal organs, painful. .She tore off the cloak on her body, cut off her long hair with a dagger, and put on a special crossbow bolt in an attempt to stop the dragonborn who had stepped on the road to becoming a god.

But she couldn't see Turka in the light, and she let out a heartbreaking voice, "I can't do it!"

Almost relying on his original memory, Israel threw the sharp two-handed battle ax at the mysterious man who terrified him.

Turka was almost enduring the pain of being burned by the flames, contending with the light of creation and the flame in his body.He could feel that his soul was being pulled by the will of the Creator Spirit, trying to drag him into them and turn him into the cornerstone of the world.

"oira {Quenya, eternal}." He called out the second syllable.The present world is shaken.The originally boiling and violent earth, water, fire, and wind subsided suddenly, and the world once again became the material plane that we can perceive.

But this is not enough, he is not-self, 1, an existence that does not belong to this world.When he refused the assimilation of the original spirit of the creation, the originally stable body and soul began to collapse again.

So he uttered the third syllable.

"lau {Quenya, I}."

As the dragonborn from a foreign land uttered these three notes containing infinite power and ingenious uses, it is unbelievable that the boundaries of the two worlds magically began to merge, compromise, and you have me, but I am not you!
The ascetic monk Duran was shocked to see that the light and heat on Turka's body were rapidly fading until they disappeared.The soul and body that were about to collapse were also able to stabilize, and eventually returned to their original appearance.

Just like the first time I saw you!
Therefore, this believer of Stendhal was lucky enough to guess in his heart.They may have witnessed the birth of a demigod (or demigod).

"No one knows what Turka Arakano experienced in that short moment. Before that, there were many discussions about half-kings (half-gods) and half-demon gods, but apart from what we know Those famous existences in real history are mostly fictional stories and some rural legends. But after that, rumors about the birth of a new living god in the city of Macarth in the frontier of the sky spread like wildfire "—"Chance to God" by Duran Cypher
"enyalie, oira, lau." - "The Secret of the Dragon's Roar" by Tilia Logatus. "This is a dragon's roar that possesses a power unimaginable to mortals and even many gods. It has been prepared to become a god since its birth. Turka Arakano has made him rank among the stars. holy name!"

It is rumored that this is a passage in the autobiography of a certain important person, but unfortunately, no one can confirm the truth or falsehood of this rumor to that important person.Therefore, "The Secret Biography of Dragon Roar" is also considered by most scholars to be a fake book.Most of the legends and mysteries mentioned in the book are considered to be the crazy ravings of some fanatic.

"I am the only one."

Most of the mages who studied this period of time and the researchers of the Imperial Capital Arcane University believed that this was the meaning of the mysterious dragon language mentioned in the above book "The Secret Biography of Dragon Roar".But it is undeniable that because Turca Arakano often chose to keep secret about what happened that night, the true meaning of this powerful dragon roar mentioned in many documentaries and legends is profound. Buried in the vast history.

In fact, when the dragonborn from a foreign land uttered his first "dragon language" in this world, from west to east, from south to north, across mountains and ocean currents, across space and time, the humans on Nirn star Together with the elves, the tiger people who believe in double moons, the Yalong people who believe in the Hester tree, the Daedra princes in the annihilation and light world, and the original spirits of creation, they feel it together, as if something was born.

But mortals can't know the great changes hidden in it; while many Daedra lords hidden in the planes of annihilation are all overjoyed, followed by confusion, then hesitation, and then quietly——

cold harbor.

Grieving heart.

A terrible roar erupted from a palace full of hideous, disgusting and horribly adorned human figures.A ferocious demon god cast an angry gaze on Nirn Star, which is called the arena. His fingers with sharp claws easily left deep claw marks on his rotting iron throne, and a pair of The horned head of a goat is terrifying and despairing.

He is Molag Bal, Lord of Enslavement and Domination, Harvester of Souls, Father of Vampires.Its most famous deeds are: During the Second Era, Molag Bal attempted to use a dark anchor to drag the entire continent of Tamriel into his plane of annihilation; he violated a virgin named Nedic and thus created Out of the first vampire and so on.Is a very powerful Demon God (Maharaja Daedra).

The reason why he felt so angry was that just as he was about to enjoy the fruits of some wonderful planning, he suddenly discovered that there was a change in his plan that made him extremely surprised and even angry.

"No, who is this? Who dares to provoke the Lord of Enslavement and Domination? No, that city is mine, and the soul there is also mine." The demon god shouted, and the entire palace trembled and shook amidst the angry roar .The demons of Cold Harbor, lost souls, all kinds of mutated and fallen creatures, and powerful heroes detained here by the Lord of Enslavement all trembled on their knees when they heard the violent roar of the Daedra Lord. land.

It wasn't until the demon god's roar disappeared suddenly that the terrifying coercion covering the entire Cold Harbor dissipated invisible.

Much later, certain historians and researchers of this time period have speculated that it may have been at that time that Turka Arakanor and Molag Bal, Lord of Slavery and Dominion, came into official conflict, In turn, it triggered a war among the worlds and the collapse of the world.

At that time, the creation spirits of the Light Realm also noticed this change in Tamriel. Their divine gaze.

Turka felt that the diaphragm that made him incompatible with this world was punctured like a bubble, and the world was truly presented in front of him:

The wind flowed again, and the ground trembled under his feet as if breathing. The originally extinguished fireplace ignited a flame representing life again, illuminating the originally dark space——

The talisman in the ascetic monk's hand flickered a few times after Turka uttered the magnificent and vast words, and disappeared sadly.

"I'm sorry," Turka said, calmly as if he meant it.He stretched out one hand and grabbed the sharp ax swung by the Redguard. "It's not what I thought, but the truth is, I did make things very bad." He switched back to Common Tongue, This time, his tone and grammar were as smooth as those high-ranking monks and nobles in the imperial capital, as if the slightly weird tone of his that Islaen and the others heard before was their illusion.

"But I thought, maybe I can try to make things less bad."

Israel's body froze suddenly.He clenched his fingers in disbelief, even though it made him feel unspeakably terrible pain, the touch from the scorching handle of the ax still made him have to believe that someone could really grab the ax with only one fleshy palm. caught his tomahawk.

Vaguely, he seemed to see a pair of eyes that he would never forget.There was something in those eyes that he couldn't fathom, a heaviness, a sense of vicissitudes, as if the person who had them had seen a thousand lives and all of them had been superimposed upon him.But from those eyes, you can't tell his age at all.

"sii{Quenya, now}." A voice that he would like to call sacred music sounded, and after a breath, the second and third voices followed.

"nuquerna {Quenya, reverse}."

"wanwie {Quenya, past}."

Something unbelievable happened to Islam and his companions.The injuries on their bodies, and even the cloaks and leather armors that were burned and destroyed all returned to their original appearance in an instant.And the furniture and the walls eroded into sand that were destroyed by Turka's power were miraculously restored one by one, returning to their original place, as if time was reversing.

Even the familiar corpse at the door, which had been baked into a mummy, opened its one eye in a sense of loss, opened its mouth, and was beyond shocked.