[Part V] Tyranny of the Sun
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The more I read the Oghma Infinium the more I can feel what can only be described as tendrils pulling at my mind to read more. I must be careful with this artifact. Hermaeus Mora is not to be dealt with lightly. I have learned how to remove the armor. A simple ritual involving a reverse conjuration spell but care is needed less I banish myself to the waters of oblivion.
I have made a new armor to replace it. The secrets of this book have given me much knowledge in the way of ancient crafting and magics. I should be better fortified against magic and this time I won't have a Daedric prince trying to siphon my energies with it.
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My Moth Priest thrall has instructed me on how to read the scrolls. I must head to a special place full of ancestor moths and perform a simple ritual of cutting a piece of bark of a canticle tree. This task was easy enough. Feeling the potency of this ancient magic at work only pushes me harder to achieve it.
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The scrolls themselves feel to pull me away from Nirn. I feel almost lost in time as images fill my mind. Even when I close my eyes it's as if they remain open. The scrolls reveal to me the location of Auriel's Bow. Fortunately, I was not blinded in this process.
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I make my way to a cave feeling as if I've been here before. As I delve deeper I stumble upon a very old Falmer, a normal Snow Elf named Gelebor.
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He has tasked me with following an ancient ritual involving water basins, a pitcher, and the entrance to temple that the Arch Curate resides. I am to kill this Arch Curate so that the Chantry may begin a form of Restoration and in return I am to obtain Auriel's Bow from it.
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At the end of the pilgrimage I am greeted by the Chantry itself. The architecture is astounding. To wonder what Skyrim would look like now had the Falmer beaten the Nordic invaders.
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I reach the Arch-Curate named Vyrthur who naturally refuses to give up the bow and tries to kill me. A brief battle with his underlings and he collapses this portion of the Temple.
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We corner him on the balcony and he explains to us the origin of the prophecy. He created the plot to get revenge on Auri'el for abandoning him. He was turned into a vampire and blames the God for failing him. He reveals that all that is needed is the bow and arrows cursed with the blood of a daughter of cold harbor. He puts up no real fight as I bury my mace deep into his skull.
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Gelebor arrives through a portal and Auriel's Bow shimmers upon it's pedestal. Mine for the taking.
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I return to Castle Volkihar. There is one loose end that I must take care of. Harkon must die. He was not pleased with my return. He did not put as much of a fight as I would have expected. My powers have grown immensely since I acquired the Oghma Infinium and the Aetherial Crown. I wonder if there exists any that can stop me short of divine intervention.
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After I claimed his title and his castle, my first order was for Serana to use her blood to taint some arrows. I am to see this prophecy complete.
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The sun recoils and I feel a surge of dangerous energy in the bow when I point it's gaze at the sun, as if it was drawing the Arrow to it. I let fly the corrupted arrow which left at speeds that I could no longer track. A moment passes and a violent tearing explosion ripples across mundus. The sun blackens and an invigorating energy washes over me. A welcoming warmth instead of a weakening scorn.
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The Tyranny of the sun is no more.
