» Sun Dec 05, 2010 6:50 pm
I entertained the thought when I wrote my story inspired by the many great mods that I have played. I kind of left a "hole open" for perhaps one single child to return, which would be a book in and of itself:
Divayth rose and helped to seat her at the table in front of him, piled with his notations. Mistress Dratha wondered where Sadela was, who normally would be already in her room for her waking. She appreciated the loyalty of her personal guard, and knew that these days must be taxing to her physically. Perhaps she needed a few more moments to rest, poor child.
“I was going over some of the treatments, and the lore. Our lore, to be specific.”
Mistress Dratha nodded, intrigued.
“My knowledge of our own genetics, Dunmer genetics, is expansive. But there was a facet that I was completely overlooking, that until now, I have been giving serious thought to. Now bear with me, because what I have to say will leap over the border of rational, alchemical training, and cross the divide of the realm of the religious.”
Divayth moved to her, bringing a chair for her to rest her heavy deranged leg upon. He removed a blanket from his chair and covered her with it.
“For the longest time I have always wondered why is it that the Nerevarine’s blood was able to transform my healing potion, while in others, it killed them outright. Aside from the obvious, him being a Nord, there had to be some other reason. Yet, under investigation, his physiology is really no different than that of any other Nord. His parentage is uncertain, and I am beginning to believe that perhaps his lineage somehow, bisects our own.
Now blood by itself is of little consequence, but ponder this…the blight curse from Dagoth Ur possessed certain ‘selectivity’ in those who it afflicted. Some, it mutated and killed almost instantly. Others were affected by the slow progression of the Divine nature of the disease. While others still, were embraced by the blight curse and evolved from their Mer forms into the stages leading to Dagoth and Ascended Sleeper. Our own bloodlines have been quite changed from our earliest Dunmer and even Chimer origins. Hence the differences in our pigments and eyes you may have noted. It is my belief, that although we all share the curse from Azura, those with more homogeneous bloodlines show a distinct propensity to evolution while those without show one for the deranged flesh.”
Mistress Dratha looked puzzled, and Divayth clarified.
“That is not to say what happened to you means that you come from less homogeneous parentage. In your case you altered the very nature of the living aspects of the disease, thus creating a more virulent, hostile organism.
Here is where I beg your indulgence. We all carry taints from the curse of Azura in our genetic make-up, which Dagoth Ur targeted in his ‘gift’ of the blight. Dandowin Nerevarine carries for some Divine reason which eludes me, the blessings of Azura, which from what I can ascertain are even unknown to him, but mostly on the genetic level. He looks, acts, smells, and probably sires like a Nord, but his blood in my research behaves like a Dunmer. Not just a Dunmer such as you and I, but like an almost pre-Dunmer Chimer!”
“But that’s…that’s impossible. None of our ancient ancestors survived the Curse of Azura, and certainly this Nord does NOT look like a Chimer.”
“That’s exactly what I thought too, but his blood possesses certain aspects that when exposed to everything I apply, reacts like one of our oldest and most pure of the Dunmer.
His being the reincarnation of the prophesized Nerevar is one thing. His blood giving providence to it is a matter altogether different. As I said, this is beyond the science, and more the realm of the theologian. It could be, that one of his ancestors was a Chimer!”
“How is any of this useful to our plight though? As we have both seen, while his blood directly infused with my own can arrest the internal infection, it only temporarily affected the external perverted flesh.”
“I have been calculating this all morning. Pouring over the books both of lore, and of legend. I have a theory, which is just that, but I am having great reservation at having let him leave here. Absorb this my dear…we bear the Curse of Azura. He carries her Blessing in his very blood. This disease is tainted with the Divine, a selectivity that seeks out only our blood purest beings to evolve. If we could have married the three, in one organism, I have a theory that this would produce an antigen in its blood that would then become an antibody for those afflicted. With the Divine nature of this disease, it is my hope that it would see the blending of our Curse and his Blessing, and a sort of cancellation or I dare say an evolution would occur treating the blight and removing it from the body. All of this is theory mind you, and without Dandowin Nerevarine here, it might as well be. I can only pray that he survives whatever ordeal the Gods set before him to get him back here. If we could only convince him to mate with one of our kind, one whose line is very close to homogeneous, we could test this out in a very real setting. I should have never let him leave here.”
The clearing of Beyte Fyr’s throat at the archway interrupted their discussion. Mistress Dratha turned her good eye in the direction just as Divayth cocked his head in curiosity.
“We may already have a solution to that predicament, my husband-father.”
With that comment, Sadela Areth appeared at the archway as well, her head lowered as she walked softly into the room. Mistress Dratha looked at her friend and guard in bewilderment, as Sadela looked at her, a great look of shame upon her face. Her Mistress’s voice had risen as high as her single eyebrow.
“SADELA??”
Divayth Fyr fell backward into his chair and howled with laughter.
, but maybe their eyes can be colored again 
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