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illustratus · 2 months

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Samson's Revenge by Johann Georg Platzer

#samson #art #johann georg platzer #rococo #israelite #israelites #warrior #biblical #bible #religion #religious #pillars #temple #temple of dagon #architecture #philistine #philistines #christianity #christian

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cuties-in-codices · 5 months

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samson pulling down the philistine temple of dagon

in the "frauenfelder historienbibel", alsace, 15th c.

source: Frauenfeld, Kantonsbibliothek Thurgau, Y 19, fol. 223v

#15th century #historienbibel #frauenfelder historienbibel #samson #temple of dagon #philistines #christian iconography #medieval art

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nerevar-quote-and-star · 1 year

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I am lucky to have known you, if even just for a moment.

Martin Septim, to the Hero of Kvatch, before destroying the Amulet of Kings and beating Mehrunes Dagon, definitely

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abstractredd · 10 months

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this is what it sounds like to play a nearly 20 year old game without spoilers

#im fucking FLABBERGHASTED #tes iv: oblivion #also a few months back i finished the main quest #i had no idea MEHRUNES DAGON HIMSELF was gonna appear in the temple district #and i screamed out loud #holy shit

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bookmaven · 2 years

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DAGON AND OTHER MACABRE TALES by H.P. Lovecraft. (Sauk City: Arkham House, 1986). Selected by August Derleth, text editing by S.T. Joshi, introduction by T.E.D. Klein. Cover illustration by Raymond Bayless.

All the remaining fiction by H.P. Lovecraft is collected in this final volume of the definitive Lovecraft, which includes every type of imaginative story in which the author excelled—Dunsanian fantasies, Gothic horror, and tales of the Cthulhu Mythos. Though secondary to the remarkable fiction preserved in THE DUNWICH HORROR and AT THE MOUNTAINS OF MADNESS, these early works constitute absorbing testimony to Lovecraft’s creative development. Completing this volume is the only critical recension of “Supernatural Horror in Literature,” the single most significant essay on the horror genre.’

A Note on the Texts, by S.T. Joshi

A Dreamer’s Tales, by T.E.D. Klein

The Tomb

Dagon

Polaris

Beyond the Wall of Sleep

The White Ship

The Doom That Came to Sarnath

The Tree

The Cats of Ulthar

The Temple

Facts Concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn and His Family

Celephaïs

From Beyond

The Nameless City

The Quest of Iranon

The Moon-Bog

The Other Gods

Herbert West—Reanimator

Hypnos

The Hound

The Lurking Fear

The Unnamable

The Festival

Under the Pyramids

The Horror at Red Hook

He

The Strange High House in the Mist

The Evil Clergyman

In the Walls of Eryx

The Beast in the Cave

The Alchemist

The Transition of Juan Romero

The Street

Poetry and the Gods

Azathoth

The Descendant

The Book

Supernatural Horror in Literature

Index to Supernatural Horror in Literature

Chronology of the Fiction of H.P. Lovecraft

Bibliographic Information

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bills-bible-basics · 2 months

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SAMSON AND DELILAH -- a poem by Bill Kochman Visit https://www.billkochman.com/Poetry/ to see more. To see other poems related to this one, go to: https://www.billkochman.com/Poetry/index.html#Bible-Stories You will find the story of Samson in the Book of Judges, chapters 13 to 16. Article: "The Battle is Not Yours Alone!": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/battle-1.html Article: "The Lord Will Lift You Up": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/liftup-1.html "Our Spiritual Warfare" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse080.html "God Chooses Weak Things" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse487.html "Be Steadfast in the Faith" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse158.html "Be Strong in the Lord" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse330.html "Don't Faint in Your Minds" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse360.html "Resist the Devil" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse362.html "Stand Fast in the Faith" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse120.html Article: "He Who Fights and Runs Away: Choose Your Battles Wisely": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/He-Who-Fights-And-Runs-Away-1.html https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/samson-and-delilah-a-poem-by-bill-kochman/?feed_id=150373&SAMSON%20AND%20DELILAH%20--%20a%20poem%20by%20Bill%20Kochman

#All_Posts #Bills_Poetry #bill_kochman #bills_bible_basics #christian #dagon #delilah #original #philistines #poem #poems #poetry #samson #temple

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svartabergetart · 2 years

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Templet till Dagrothrr or the tempel to Dagrothrr. Med det gula märket i bakgrunden och den här berättelsen börjar det bli ordning på. Ha en bra fredag. Sagor här; https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCaV7-9fIKAP4FaMHlqSucpA https://www.facebook.com/Svartabergetart/ #temple #dagon #shadowoverinnsmouth #lovecraftian #conseptart #conseptual #illustration #digitalart #darkfantasyart #darkfantasy #fantasyart #sketchbookapp #järna (på/i Trollgrottan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgmTH-XKcZa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#temple #dagon #shadowoverinnsmouth #lovecraftian #conseptart #conseptual #illustration #digitalart #darkfantasyart #darkfantasy #fantasyart #sketchbookapp #järna

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nemfrog · 8 days

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"Samson destroying the Temple of Dagon." The Ideal Catholic Readers. 1916.

Internet Archive

#bible stories #samson #illustration #strength #mayhem #strong #nemfrog #1915 #1910s

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darkelfguy · 3 months

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hi! i was wondering what mods you're using in your screenshots? they look so gorgeous that you've made me want to play morrowind again haha

Thanks, I'm glad they're giving you the Morrowind itch! I do actually have a list of graphical mods I use, covering everything from shaders to texture replacers, UI improvements, animations, and sounds. It's not a proper modding guide per say (and there are links included to actual instructional modding guides in the list), but it covers most of the visual elements I use in my screenshots. That said, that list doesn't include any location or landscape mods, so real quick, here's a few of the common ones I use in my screenshots: Landscape Mods: Spines of Madness Azura Coast Redone Rocky West Gash - BCOM Rocky West Gash - Aggressively Compatible Rocky West Gash - Devilish Rocky West Gash (I use this one) Markgran Forest - (Alternative: Another Markgran Forest) Bal'laku - The Lonely Towers Strider Burial OAAB Grazelands OAAB - The Ashen Divide OAAB - Foyada Mamaea The Mountain of Fear Graht Morrowind Swamp Trees

Major Location and Landmark Mods: Tall Dungeons The Beacons of Mamaea The Great Hive of Baan Binif Memento Mori Telvanni Sea Beacon OAAB Tel Raloran The Beacon of St. Rilms Salothran Beacon Fort Ghostmoth The Telvanni Ward Keepers The Slavers Spire The Great Seawall of Vivec Gates of Ascadia Ald Gash - A Redoran Lighthouse RR Mod Series - Telvanni Lighthouse Tel Vos Hla Odai Caldera Priory Thickle-Lo Grove Draggle-Tail Shack Arnchenzel - Dwemer Underwater House Location Overhauls: OAAB Shipwrecks OAAB Tel Mora Tethered Tel Branora Caldera Governors Manor Redone Balmora Temple Redone Finding the Erabenimsun Ashlander Camp OAAB Market Baar Dau - Ministry of Truth The Ashlanders OAAB Seyda Neen - Damp Little Squat URH - Khuul and URH - Ald Velothi Cozy Caldera Cozy Ald'ruhn Hla Oad Grim Khuul and Enchanted Ald Velothi Mystical and Religious Maar Gan (alternatively Maar Gan - Town of Pilgrimage) Galen's Quest for Truth The Northern Strongholds RR Mod Series - Ghostgate Fortress Corprusarium - Sorrow Heart of Tel Fyr Marandus Rebuilt Town Additions: Dagon Fel Mill Redux Dagon Fel Lighthouse Vivec Lighthouse The Ebonheart Lighthouse Telvanni Lighthouse in Sadrith Mora The cool Khuul Lighthouse Shipyards of Vvardenfell Balmora Docks District Sload and Slavers

I'm almost certainly missing a few, and that list doesn't include quest or dungeon mods for the most part, but that's most of the major ones I've featured. I'll have to make a proper new list covering content mods at some point.

#Morrowind #Morrowind Mods #q&a

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komorezuki · 2 months

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Did Lord Dagon and Howard Lovecraft know each other?

If you love Lovecraft, as much as I do, then you definitely noticed references to his universe in GO. Yeah I'm talking about Hastur and Dagon. We also can suppose, that Lovecraft existed in GOverse. And let's imagine their communication for fun and Dagon's image as we see her. Its not a full proper analysis, mostly likely I give you small excursion into mythology about Dagon and some headcanons.

Origin

Dagon in Lovecraft!verse wasn't created from scratch. It was a Canaan god of prosperity (it was started to be interpreted as a fish-god in the Middle Ages, but its just a mistake). Later Dagon is mentioned in Old Testament as head god of the Philistines.

"Then the lords of the Philistines gathered them together for to offer a great sacrifice unto Dagon their god, and to rejoice: for they said, Our god hath delivered Samson our enemy into our hand."

"And the Philistines took the ark of God, and brought it into the house of Dagon, and set it by Dagon. And when they of Ashdod arose early on the morrow, behold, Dagon was fallen upon his face to the ground before the ark of Jehovah. And they took Dagon, and set him in his place again. And when they arose early on the morrow morning, behold, Dagon was fallen upon his face to the ground before the ark of Jehovah; and the head of Dagon and both the palms of his hands (lay) cut off upon the threshold; only (the stump of) Dagon was left to him. Therefore neither the priests of Dagon, nor any that come into Dagon's house, tread on the threshold of Dagon in Ashdod, unto this day. But the hand of Jehovah was heavy upon them of Ashdod, and he destroyed them, and smote them with tumors, even Ashdod and the borders thereof. And when the men of Ashdod saw that it was so, they said, The ark of the God of Israel shall not abide with us; for his hand is sore upon us, and upon Dagon our god."

A meta about this episode could be here, but I am not good at interpretations of the Old Testament. Maybe someone else will try.

In the Middle ages humans began to interpret him as a fish-god. We call it a mistake, but what if Dagon had visited Earth and inspired someone to this plausible description? Anyway, since then Dagon is associated with sea and fish. Good job for a demon.

In the 17th century, Dagon is mentioned along with the other fallen angels in Milton's "Paradise Lost". And in addition to sacred text this mention is also based on the medieval interpretation as a fish-god, which is actually (as science says) incorrect:

Paradise Lost is a very curious poem to read for ineffable fandom (but IMO very tedious), and not only for us. It has big cultural value, and no wonder HPL was inspired by it. There is a direct mention of Paradise Lost in his short story "Dagon".

Next came one

Who mourn'd in earnest, when the Captive Ark

Maim'd his brute Image, head and hands lopt off

In his own Temple, on the grunsel edge,

Where he fell flat, and sham'd his Worshipers:

DAGON his Name, Sea Monster, upward Man

And downward Fish: yet had his Temple high

Rear'd in AZOTUS, dreaded through the Coast

Of PALESTINE, in GATH and ASCALON,

And ACCARON and GAZA's frontier bounds.

HPL's influence

Well, what can I headcanon suppose. There are some details in their stories which could be received from a demon directly.

We will take rn two HPL's stories: "Dagon" and "Shadows over Innsmouth". In "Dagon" a protagonist ends up on a strange island which is kinda like naked ocean floor and finds there a mysterious monolith with glyphs and supltures carved on it. A giantic creature comes out of sea to the monolith. Narrator escapes in his boat. Later he tries to find something out about fish-god Dagon and slowly loses his mind.

I dream of a day when they may rise above the billows to drag down in their reeking talons the remnants of puny, war-exhausted mankind—of a day when the land shall sink, and the dark ocean floor shall ascend amidst universal pandemonium.

Not that Dagon was a famous deity for the world. But somehow the narrator tells about them. Certainly, HPL was well informed about mythology and he could choose a sea of more expressive sea-gods (pun intended). But he had chosen Dagon. What if it wasn't just random? I think Dagon told him something about demons and ocean. And we know how much she does want The Armageddon. Universal pandemonium, you know.

I think she could be male-presented at that time. Of course if you can call THIS a male.

This is the illustration for "Dagon". The creature is one of the Deep Ones, fish-frog men who were an underwater nation in Lovecraft's world.

Or probably Dagon herself looked like this:

Deep Ones are described in "Shadows Over Innsmouth". They are immortal, they can control a number of fish in the sea and they wear strange jewelry (And I remember her strange necklace from here). Their leaders (probably kinda deities) were Father Dagon and Mother Hydra.

This wondeful art was created by gorgeous @birdgirl22

*fangirling sounds*

A curious detail that appears in SoI. Innsmouth is a town whose inhabitants were members of mysterious Esoteric Order of Dagon. The Order sacrificed people to Dagon and gave to the Deep Ones their women to mate with them. A whole population of Innsmouth consists of hybrids. And this kinda demonic order was in a building of local masonic lodge.

Wait what~

I will just leave here my meta about masons in GOverse. TL;DR: the Lodge in the show may be a demonic nest. What a suspicious coincidence...

After all, I can add something about most notable traits of HPL's books.

The first is an anti-anthropocentrism - an idea that humanity is not the main race in the world for everyone and not the only one. In Lovecraft!verse there are old and huge races and deities (Cthulhu, Dagon etc.). In GO!verse there are angels and demons which don't think about humans at all (except azicrow but still)

The second is that HPL's deities aren't like humans as much as demons aren't. Their mind are utterly different.

And finally the third. THE INEFFABILITY. We don't get detailed descriptions of horrors.

Well, everything written above is just my headcanon but I think it makes sense to research HPL's work and maybe I can find more innuendos. Now I just want the art of Dagon chilling with HPL.

#good omens #good omens 2 #what if #good omens demons #good omens meta #good omens hell #dagon #lord dagon #dagon good omens #good omens headcanon #good omens analysis #esoteric order of dagon #father dagon #lovecraft

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bretongirlwrites · 3 months

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Neither Corinne nor Caroline, – though deep-seated in silver and gold, though shining pillars of force, – a force which, now blood-spattered, battle-weary, perhaps lost its strength as much as its shimmer, – had emerged unscathed; but the fires had burnt long enough to finish the thing; such that when the High Chancellor had bowed and taken their leave, they felt it all suddenly upon them as if the City had taken a last struggling breath, and come down onto them. Corinne blinked blood; knew somewhere, that there oughtn’t to be blood on her face; though there was blood everywhere else; and knew it only, when Caroline shrieked and summoned a spell and clutched her hand. There were better healers about, – Julianne was only just out of earshot: sitting with Marianne beneath Martin’s marble foliage, startlingly unharmed but shaking as the world had, – but she needed to be alone: and that meant with Caroline, Caroline alone, it always did.

She let her doting wife make a rugged job of the knitting; let her throw her gloves aside and with bare hands brush away the blood; then, taking these hands, pulled her away, pulled her from what remained of the Temple, to wander.

As if there were somewhere to go; as if the City half in pieces, had not the dreamlike circular feel of some interminable ruin, – dust and ashen flame; civilians emerging from cellars; survivors lost, battered; spattered remains almost too far gone to know their like, – they clung to each other after the end of the world; found at last some quiet unbroken corner; and collapsed.

‘Here,’ said Corinne, at last: and though her hands were still trembling, though her arm had not quite survived the day, drew half a crumbling baguette from some devoted place beneath her armour.

It was so straight-faced, and so Corinne, that Caroline sputtered laughing; and laughed, maniacally, until the ringing of it had gone flat into the scorched earth, and frazzled into nothing. They broke the bread; it near dissolved in their hands; they shared what was left, in silence. In silence though the City awoke panicked and restless from its nightmare; in silence, in the ringing past echoes of steel on steel; in silence, in companionable silence, they still had that at least.

‘I don’t know,’ said Corinne, who hardly broke it for she leaned in close, ‘if we have failed.’

‘I don’t think,’ returned Caroline, ‘that it matters.’

Not now. Not today. They’d meant to defeat Dagon: and Dagon defeated, they’d not failed. That they were Blades, that they defended an Emperor, did not matter. The City, – and it would have a hard time believing it, it would slip into nightmare, over and over, it would grieve its wrecks and breathe painfully its own dust, – was saved, and they’d saved it. Nothing else mattered.

‘It does not matter,’ said Caroline, again.

And raising a hand, – still in dust and blood and breadcrumbs, – she combed Corinne’s hair straight; wondered at it, that bar the scars, that bar the beading tears, she was still the same, still there, – sighed, placed another spell upon the split which rent her lip.

‘I don’t think,’ said Corinne, whose arm was beginning to pound, but with a weak smile ‘my dear, that that is quite the priority, –’

‘I think so,’ said Caroline, – ‘see, the sun is coming out,’ and felt unharmed, felt unbloodied, felt unchanged, – half closed her eyes that only the sunset beaming on Corinne’s cheeks beamed through, – those lips on hers, timeless.

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(prompt from @druidx, who wanted some 'post-crisis fluff' for these two... there's more blood than fluff but ah well)

#oc:corinne #breton girl writes #was previously trying to write something at cloud ruler temple but it turned into a damn julianne fic. finally managed to shoo julianne out #of the way

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shivering-isles-cryptid · 3 months

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Please enjoy me putting all of my emotions from when Martin Septim died into writing through a self insert OC where I scream at the Nine Divines because I can’t scream at Todd Howard.

Just a little further. Just a little longer. If he just moves faster, if he kills a few more Daedra, if he stays by Martins side… Velentius roared, tears stinging his eyes as he hacked and slashed through the invading forces, Magic coursing around him as sparks flew in every direction. His sword slides through a chink in the armor, but refuses to come out, he falls. On his knees, Velentius looks up and seeing a Xivilai swinging his sword down at him, but is blasted away by a burst of magic. Hands help him stand, one arm around his waist, the other firm against his chest.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to be guarding you.” He said, his tone light despite the situation. Martin smiled at him, his lips curling up in mirth. Velentius grabbed the Xivilai’s sword, fighting alongside Martin as they approached the Temple. Almost there, almost there, almost there, almost there! He can save him, he can save him, he can save him, he can save him! Velentius feels as hope fills his chest, his sword swinging with a renewed vigor as they get closer, closer, closer, just a little further! And then… two red feet, four red arms, an axe, claws, and an ugly snarl.

“No.” He cries, feeling his chest tighten. “We have to get inside the temple! Now!” Martin yells, rushing past Velentius. Velentius raced after Martin, his entire body heating up as his chest tightened and the familiar sense of dread returned. Slamming the doors behind him, Velentius set the bar in place and turned to Martin, who shook his head sadly. “No.” He said, walking towards the man. “Don’t you even think about it! There has to be another way!” He said, grabbing the emperors shoulder and turning his to face Velentius.

“The time has come, my friend. I must to what I must do. I can not stay to rebuild Tamriel. That task falls to others.” Martin said, Velentius shaking his firmly. “No. Don’t you dare!” He yelled, his grip on Martins shoulder tightening. “Farewell. You’ve been a good friend, in the short time that I’ve known you.” Velentius began to cry, his breathing picking up as his body shook. “But now I must go. The Dragon waits.” Martin pulled himself from Velentius’ grip, stepping onto the pedestal. Kiss him, do it now. You know you’ll never get the chance again. But he couldn’t move. Hugging himself, Velentius screamed a bloodcurdling scream as Martins body exploded, Dagon smashing through the roof.

He fell to his knees, head buried in his lap as he heard the fight happening in front of him. One final roar, stone cracking, and then… nothing. He sat there, the silence around him felt like a suffocating weight threatening to crush him. And then, footsteps. 9 pairs of feet walking up from behind him. He looked up, his despair quickly turning into hatred as he reached his hand out and grasp the sword that had fallen in front of him. Whirling around, his blade was resting an inch away from the man’s throat.

“We both know that would do anything.” Akatosh said, eyes narrowed. “Why?” Velentius growled, tears running down his face. The other Divines watched from the sides with a rainbow of emotions on their faces. “Why won’t the sword work?” Akatosh asked with a curious smirk. “WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME WHEN I COULDNT DO ANYTHING?!” He yelled, dropping the sword and falling to his knees, his hands tugging at his hair. “Velentius, we showed you so you could prepare.” Julianos said, stepping forward.

“Prepare? Prepare?! Prepare what?! His funeral shroud?!” Velentius yelled, looking up at the gods with tear stained eyes. “Perhaps… perhaps the mortal is right.” Dibella spoke up, stepping towards Velentius with her moth wings dragging behind her like a cape. “Dibella, be serious.” Talos crossed his arms, standing behind Akatosh. “I am serious, scum. We put him through unnecessary pain and false hope. How are we any better than the Daedra?” She asked, Akatosh and Julianos tensing.

“She’s right.” Mara stepped forward, one hand resting on her stomach while the other hung by her side. “We caused this child so much pain. And for what? Nothing came of it that wouldn’t have without it.” Mara said, placing her hand on his other shoulder. “Those visions never should have happened. They weren’t supposed to and you know it.” Kynareth growled at the dragon-god, stepping behind Velentius, her own wings ruffling. “Don’t be ridiculous! If we hadn’t shown those vision, he wouldn’t have fought as valiantly as he had! The Empire would have crumbled, my Empire would have crumbled!” Talos yelled, the three women glaring daggers at the once-mortal.

“Look around you! ‘Your’ Empire has already fallen. There are no Septims! There are no Dragonborns!” Kynareth yelled, motioning to the ruins around her. “Not yet. But soon.” Akatosh said, holding up an hourglass. Kynareths form flickered for a second, turning into what looked like a harpy with a crown made of lightning, before returning back to herself. “That won’t happen for another 200 years, Akatosh.” Mara said, rubbing circles on Velentius’s back. He gripped his knees as the gods around his kept talking about something that hasn’t happened yet, and won’t die 200 years apparently.

“Stop.” He said, Stendarr sending his a questioning glance. “Stop.” He said again, this time catching Arkay’s eye. “Stop!” He yelled, all of the gods in attendance shutting their mouth and looking at him as he stood. “You… you… you dare! You haunt me for weeks with visions of Martins death. You watch me as I do everything I can to stop it! You watch as I cry at night, trying to stay awake so I won’t have to watch it again, and again, and again! Over and over and over!”

He yelled, gripping his head tightly. He could feel more spirits enter the temple, minor gods watching as their rulers were reprimanded by a mortal. “I got Azuras Star, I got Tiber Septims armor, I got the Welkynd Stone, I got the gods damned Sigil Stone! I saved every city! I closed every gate! I killed Mankar Camoran! I retrieved the stupid fucking necklace! I saved Martin from the ruins of Kvatch! I got him to Ocato! I got him to the Temple! And it all meant NOTHING!” He roared, tears streaming down his face as he stood only inches from the Dragon-God of Time.

“You made me suffer for months. Before I even met Martin. I was scared to sleep at night because I would see him die and not even get to say goodbye! All because you wanted me to be this great Champion.” Velentius sobbed, fists bald tightly. “The visions were to be motivation, so you would know what you were fighting tow…” The room was deathly silent as Velentius’s fist made contact with Talos’ face. “Shut. Up.” He growled, glaring at the shocked man-god. “None of you deserved his life. None of you deserved his death! He was twice the man any of you will ever be!” He yelled out, looking at all of the gods in attendance.

The Divines, minor gods, saints, spirits of nature, even some elven ones he couldn’t place a name to right now. “You know what I was thinking when I brought him to the temple? I was just being the lamb to slaughter. But I can see that I was wrong. Martin wasn’t a lamb, and this… isn’t a slaughterhouse. Killing a lamb serves a purpose. Martins sacrifice? Didn’t.” Velentius let out a whimper, once again falling to his knees. He heard the sound of air moving, feeling as one by one, the gods in the room left, until finally he was alone.

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He was in that room for 2 days before they could finally get inside. The doors split open, the Blades, Imperial Guards, and Ocato all rushing in. Velentius was curled into a ball under Martins statue. He wasn’t crying. He ran out of tears after the first 4 hours. He hasn’t slept. Hasn’t eaten. Hasn’t moved. Jauffre and Baurus helped to get him out of the temple, Ocato rattling on and on about how Velentius was to be named Champion of Cyrodiil, and how brave Martin was. A hero. A savior. Velentius moved on his own for the first time in two days, which resulted in Ocato sitting on the steps of the temple with a bleeding nose. He received no bounty, no legal issues, it was chalked up to exhaustion, hunger, dehydration, and grief.

#elder scrolls #tes #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls oblivion #oblivion #Martin Septim #grief #coping #coping through writing #nine divines #one shot #fanfic #one shot fan fic

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everybodyknows-everybodydies · 9 months

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When she comes to she’s missing half her fingernails, hands raw and bloody from clawing at the stone hide of the giant dragon statue that now occupies the temple. Someone is screaming. It takes her a moment to realize it’s herself. Her face is wet. She can’t tell if it’s blood or tears.

Either way. Either way.

“Molly, stop, stop,” someone is saying, pulling at her shoulders. “It’s over. It’s done. It’s over.”

She jams her elbow into their solar plexus and whirls around. Baurus staggers back, wide-eyed, and she knows she should apologize, knows it’s not his fault—but isn’t it? Isn’t it? If he had never come to Kvatch—

“It was supposed to be me,” she hears herself babbling, hoarse, “it was always supposed to be me, that’s why you sent me—”

“Molly,” Baurus says, as if she’s hurt him. He looks every bit his age. Why did they ever send him to Kvatch in the first place? Why did the emperor choose him when he still can’t even grow a full beard? “He—he did it, though. Dagon’s… Dagon’s gone.”

“And now you have no emperor again, well done,” she snaps viciously, because if he’s going to look so wounded she might as well wound him. Her heart beats in the ends of her fingers. It’s going to burst out from where her nails have broken off.

Baurus sets his jaw. “You’re bleeding.”

“I should be dead.”

“We didn’t want you to die. Do you really think that? Did you always think that?” He hesitates, tensed to move.

Her throat is too tight for any more words. She turns back to the dragon, with her bloody handprints streaked down the leg, useless. She had assumed—she had known, because she had been absolutely certain, that if only one of them emerged on the other side it would be—him. Because she has survived too many things she should not have already. Because he is—he was—he is important, and people who are important don’t just—

But of course they do.

If Dagon is gone. If the gates are closed. If it is really, truly over.

What was the point of surviving everything if that’s all she’s going to do now?

At some point she’s dropped to huddle on the floor, hugging herself tight, knees to her chest and heels flat on the ruined stone. She can’t breathe. Her lungs are too shallow, too small. Count, one-two-three—three—three—too much in her head, not enough numbers, not enough air. She envies the dragon, envies the way Martin split from his skin and left nothing behind. (Left them all behind.) What she wouldn’t give to unfold, now, out of her body, peel out of herself and leave, and leave, and leave—to be the one to stop. Her pulse is still threatening to drag her heart out her fingertips.

Baurus kneels in front of her. There are wet tracks on his face too. She’s sorry, suddenly; she doesn’t want to hurt him, after all. He’s so damn young. Seventeen-eighteen-nineteen. Just make it to twenty. “I wanted you to live,” he says quietly, his hands loose in his lap, his eyes on the ground.

She digs her raw fingers into her arms, the mail gone slippery with blood. The stone that was the dragon that was Brother Martin towers over them. He always has something to say, in horrible silences.

He says nothing.

She starts over from one.

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nerevar-quote-and-star · 1 year

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Martin, on realizing the only way to defeat Dagon and bring an end to the Oblivion Crisis: Being brave doesn’t mean you aren’t scared. Being brave means you are scared, really scared, badly scared, and you do the right thing anyway.

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kagrenacs · 1 year

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The Aldudagga is… certainly a text. But I didn’t realize “The 911th cow” lists Skyrim (or the Lyg version of Skyrim) as Dagon’s birthplace, and the site of his curse. Which is making me think of both continental drift (current hyperfixation) and Meridia’s temple in Skyrim as more notable than it seems.

#I mean everyone has a temple in Skyrim more or less. I didn’t think it was important and I don’t remember what lore eso added to it

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bills-bible-basics · 2 months

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SAMSON -- a poem by Bill Kochman Visit https://www.billkochman.com/Poetry/ to see more. To see other poems related to this one, go to: https://www.billkochman.com/Poetry/index.html#Bible-Stories You will find the story of Samson in the Book of Judges, chapters 13 to 16. Article: "The Battle is Not Yours Alone!": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/battle-1.html Article: "The Lord Will Lift You Up": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/liftup-1.html "Our Spiritual Warfare" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse080.html "God Chooses Weak Things" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse487.html "Be Steadfast in the Faith" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse158.html "Be Strong in the Lord" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse330.html "Don't Faint in Your Minds" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse360.html "Resist the Devil" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse362.html "Stand Fast in the Faith" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse120.html Article: "He Who Fights and Runs Away: Choose Your Battles Wisely": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/He-Who-Fights-And-Runs-Away-1.html https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/samson-a-poem-by-bill-kochman/?feed_id=143411&SAMSON%20--%20a%20poem%20by%20Bill%20Kochman

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