» Thu Sep 08, 2011 4:14 am Race-Dunmer
Gender-Male
Class-Witchhunter/Nightblade
His father story leads to his own. Which is short.
A Dunmer named Neveril Indobar, became the first Buoyant Armiger to ever be inducted into the ranks at his age, while still in the Dunmer 'Teens'. He was a descendant of of the legendary Vivorin Indobar, Nordslayer. He wielded his ancestors ancient Nordic Blade taken on the field of battle from a powerful Nordic Tongue. He became a high ranking member in a few short years and even helped Vivec, Almalexia, and Sotha Sil put up the Ghost Gates barrier. They were attacked while Almsivi was in the midst of generating the magicka to power the Ghostfence. Neveril fended off dozens of Ash monsters single handedly as the guards that had accompanied them quickly fell to monsters while spell bound by an Ascended Sleeper. He defended Almsivi and killed all opponents. Thus allowing the Ghostfence to be built.
~Excerpt from one of Almalexia's Journal~
~On Neveril Indobar~
"An Ascended Sleeper had dazzled the entire company but something in his constitution made him resist it. He slew countless foes with his ancient Nordic blade. It seemed to make him more powerful whenever he screamed the Nordic runes on the blade in battle. Screaming while he fought all the monsters off, a whirlwind of Nordic steel, death, and arcane power turning him into a veritable hurricane of Steel and Sorcery. A powerful example of a Dunmer male. I had to have him in my guard. He reminded me of my Husband of old in name and action. He encountered the Ascended Sleeper and beat it at a contest of wills. Eviscerating it with a subsequent decapitation to follow. Glorious! Meanwhile we finished the Ritual. Heaving with exertion and covered in ash, blood, and other substances he knew not what he came over to us and collapsed. I healed him and took him back to the Ghostgate to have a chat with his commander."
After Nevaril's exploits he was brought by Almalexia and made a member of Her Hands. The youngest member of The Hands Of Almalexia ever. He was imbued with Divine power by her and his body made stronger. Given the Armor of her Personal guard. he refused the traditional Ebony Scimitar of Her Hands and kept his ancient Nordic Sword. It served him well for many centuries in her service Even making him Almalexia's favorite bodyguard...Till the Nerevarine came and his goddess went mad.
Sent on a mission to kill the emperor by a crazed Almalexia he instead took the opportunity to talk to Vivec. When he got there Vivec was no where to be found. Then in desperation he searched for the Nerevarine. He could not find the Nerevarine. Lost and forlorn over his Goddess having lost her mind he wandered through many lands.
One day in Southern High Rock hordes of Daedra started pouring our of Portals that looked like gleaming black thorns covered in blood. He took up his blade and entered several gates. Cleansing them all with his knowledge of such workings by tearing out the stones at the tops of the towers. Just as his training with The Hands of Almalexia had taught him. He became a hero of the Breton people during the Oblivion Crisis.
He lived many more years, getting married having 3 sons and slaying Minotaur nests, Werewolf cults, and many more things. Even taking his sons out with him teaching them his ways for 30 years. He heard about the deaths of the Tribunal and cried for the loss of Almsivi, but prayed for the Nerevarine to be strong and keep Morrowind strong and stable. Then he heard about the floating city Umbriel and the destruction it had wrought on his country during its creation. Causing the Ministry of Truth to fall and the eruption of Red Mountain. Finally he heard how his homeland was [censored] by the Nords, Orcs, and Argonians. Where was the Nerevarine? Why had he left? He wept for the deaths of his kin and his land and then taught his sons about their homeland. Teaching them not to count on others but only on themselves and their kin.
Giving his, by now legendary, ancient Nordic blade now named Stormsinger to his eldest son. A boy he always (rightfully and very aptly) claimed put even his skills to shame. He as proud a father as there could be. He told the boy to sing to the blade in battle. He gave his other sons other mementos of his travels. His youngest, a boy named Zarkynd who was heavy into Conjuration, Destruction and Restoration, he gave all the Sigil stones he had found in the Oblivion Gates. His middle son Jax he gave his God-wrought armor too. The Armor of Almalexia's Personal Guard. Her Hands Armor. This son was a warrior through and through. He would come to depend on the armor very much in the turbulent times to come.
Neveril died peacefully in his sleep that same night, after centuries of life, from the silent painless poison of an ex Morag Tong Assassin, who whispered, "And the last of the Heretics is dead. The last contract I ever had is done." His eldest son, who had been taught by him and given his blade found his body. He gathered up his brothers and followed the trail of the Assassin for decades.
His Mage brother was killed in Cyrodiil by a raging cult of Daedra worshipers that the three brothers had agreed to kill for a village called Aleswell. Amaraz and Jax finished the Job and buried there brother. Continuing the search for the Assassin. Jax died from a Dunmer youth stabbing him in the neck. The youth thought that Jax was one of Almalexia's Guard and he had heard that they had failed the Goddess to her death. Dooming Morrowind. After burying his third member of his family. He went back to High Rock to visit his mother only to find out she had left to help the Dunmer people in Solstheim.
He quickly forgot about that as he heard that an ex Morag Tong assassin had been seen over in Elsweyr. He followed that trail for years. He made many side stops on the way. Always willing to help out the Dunmer people wherever he found them in need. He even helped the other races as his father had told him long before. "They may not be Dunmer, but they are still beings of equal merit. Treat them as such son." He continued his search for his fathers killer. A trail so cold for so long even the slightest bit of warmth was detected by him.
Eventually becoming a legend in his own right. He was, Amaraz Indobar. A name championed by the beleaguered Dunmer people. Amaraz finally tracked the Assassin to Solstheim. He caught and killed him. A mer who had wormed his way into the Dunmer circle of power on Solstheim, was slayed in their midst by a specter of revenge. The last words the Assassin said were muttered and blood covered ones. "Ha! *coughs up blood* The son...of that...Heretic....killed me? I...care little. He was...the last contract...I was ever given by the...Morag..*series of coughs*..Tong. That...contract was...given to me by a dead man. He was res...ponsible..for her failure that...Blasphemer. He could of helped us..." Then with his death Amaraz felt like Justice had finally been served. It was a grim and cold feeling for him.
Amaraz found his mothers grave there in Solstheim after a bit of asking around. She had been well known and had died 3 years ago from Hell-joint. He had lost his Mother. A mother he had not seen in some 20-30 odd years. A mother who had not known her two youngest sons were dead. He had lost his entire family. He was not the only one of his people to have done so. Regret and then rage took hold of him. He unleashed it upon the foes of his people. At first he stayed in Solstheim. A place where he made a name for himself killing werewolves and helping the Dunmer people.
He summoned his fathers ghost once. To talk to him. After the talk he is famous for saying, "Ironic that such a man be killed for having once guarded a dead Goddess that he had abandoned decades before. Ironic that an assassin with an old void contract had wielded the poison that killed him."
Amaraz went on to help form a solid pact between the Dunmer of Solstheim and what was left of the people on Vvardenfell. His success had him sent to Windhelm to try and acquire help from them. Knowing then to be a city heavily influenced by Dunmer. On his way he was surrounded by a company of Orc and Nordic Mercenaries. He had no choice to surrender with dozens of bows trained on him. Bound and gagged he was brought to a Dungeon in Skyrim for execution. His fathers sword Stormsinger taken from him and lost. He for the first time felt powerless. How was he to help his people now? Then a he heard a voice...
