What happened to them? I know the Champion of Cyrodiil is now an immortal Prince of Madness chilling in the Shivering Isles, but what of the Nerevarine? If he was infected with Corpus, (and luckily had the side-effect removed) he's immortal, right? Now, providing he/she hasn't died in battle, couldn't this mean we could once again see the Nerevarine in a future TES game or DLC for Skyrim? I understand it would be hard as every player (who played Morrowind) who have their own unique Nerevarine, being Argonian to Imperial. This would mean they'd have to canonise the Nerevarine as a specific race if he/she were to return to TES in future which is probably a bad idea for some players.

I think, as we spent so many hours playing as the Nerevarine, we should at least be told what became of him/her. Couldn't the TES lore writers come up with a heroic death post Morrowind? Or, alternatively, he/she disappeared had hasn't been seen in hundreds of years? At the moment I kind of think it's a lingering open chapter which needs to be concluded... although, you're free to disagree.

Thoughts?

The answer is up to you.

Of course, I just take the "Nerevarine went to Akavir" and "CoC is Sheogorath" as "PC of Arena became a Blade" as canon.

The ultimate answer is whatever you want it to be. The rumors of sailing to Akivar are just that, only rumors. By all means are free to write your own story for his tale, or continue forth with that particular characters chapter in future installments. Like your actions in the games themselves, their conclusion is up to you. My Nerevarine, sadly, perished during Red Year, as he was residing in Vivec at the time. My champion of Cyrodiil...well hes still off adventuring, in a sense it seems.

Jiub is to Ed Norton as Nerevarine is to Brad Pitt. I am Azura's grinning revenge.

WHAT REALLY HAPPENED TO THE HEROES OF PROPHECY

Arena: Uriel VII offers Jauffre Talin, The Eternal Champion, a promotion to Grandmaster of The Blades. He declines, however, citing his desire to hang up his sword and retire to his brother's Nibenside Villa. But then on the road to Mir Corrup, a monkey playfully strikes him on the head with a durian. He falls from his horse, and while in the throes of nasty concussion he receives a beatific vision of Talos, crowned with dragons, whom opens his briast to reveal the Chim Adabal-A singing red glory.

This inspires him to take the Emperor up on his offer.

Daggerfall: Hurumbo of Qwentwilli, the Imperial Agent, slips his ego-aggregate in the typhoon of quantum foam surrounding and concealing the waveform of The Warp, opening his consciousness to receive the heavier-than-mind jetsam of Mannimarco's apotheosis.

Still in a haze, he wanders East, into the Jeralls, slowly but surely constructing a new identity.

Morrowind: M'leydijane (her Bretti handle from her old scalliwag days in the North Illiac, in Old-Mama-Y'ku-Parl, she's talked proper Gweyneyssoona), The Nerevarine, came back to Balmora after the Bloodmoon, where bitter tragedy struck. It happened one quiet evening when the Odai was too calm. She had been at he South Wall Club, drinking Matze like it was the eve of Shorsr?kr (as one Nord witness would later testify to Hlaalu Investigators) before mumbling something near-coherent about 'a fetchin' funny-[censored] joke' that she just had to tell Vivec.

Yet wandering out into the night without aid of torch or shined-eyes, and quite inebriated, she naturally lost her way on the path towards the Strider station and blundered into a Blind-alley. There she was set upon by a gaggle of stick-think Sugarteeth grinding their very souls to dust for just a teensy-weenzt, quick-as-The-Dagon Skoom'fix.

Brandishing the Trueflame, but lacking even a stitch of boiled netchileather (having sworn off the need for any sort of hauberk that evening), M'leydijane presented a formidable, yet very vulnerable mark. Flashing her blade like a madman, she hews through the junkies like trollbutter, but never does see that nimble little Khajiit coming in on her six. Then all it takes is a few quick jabs from a jagged piece of chitin, not even a proper knife, mind, to put her down. Yes, where Ur, where Ayem, where even bleedin' Hircine failed, a freaked kitty humming for sugardrakes succeeds with nothing more than a flake of scrib shell.

She was found the neck morning, nvde, slumped up like old guar meat on a rubbish heap.

In Cyrod, they call this "an expedition to Akavir" after rumors the inglorious funeral rites the 'Viri afforded to Uriel V.

Oblivion: Kastav Marodiil, The Champion of Cyrodiil, Divine Crusader, and Sheogorrath, left his mundrial posts behind to pursue a policy of "sustainable madness".