Blood Scourge Barrow: Elven Love Everlasting

The massive Nordic ruin was perfectly intact and as deep underground as the ancient Nord builders could dig. Sosskahstaag it was called, according to Langwen's knowledge of glyphs and runes carved into the door lintel... Blood Scourge Barrow. Langwen ate and then headed straight for bed, her energy exhausted at last.

As she slept and regained her energy, the Wood Elf Langwen could hear the voice of an Altmer woman singing songs of praise to Dibella...for only Altmer women had such a passionate, melodious, if sometime haughty voice. Not only that but she could actually feel being touched, caressed, cleaned and kissed as her nails were being painted. She didn't even realize how long she has slept before she woke up to find herself cleaned and her skin still glistening from a powerfully scented lotion as once more, her pointy and keen Elven ears heard the sound of High Elven singing. She got out of bed and noticed a note under her pillow, food on the table and her nails painted a glossy back as the Void itself.  The note read simply..."Langwen, how many uncounted centuries I have waited for you. Eat you fil and then come on up and we shall talk. Love, Sirindaraste." What a beautiful name and from the impeccable calligraphy, beauty was in everything this woman ever did.

Langwen knew this was an Altmer name, so the beautiful voice had a name...finally. She ate, feeling famished and made her way into a massive, cavernous great chamber and finally up the stairs to the main altar where her eyes saw the most splendid example of Altmer feminine beauty eve to grace Tamriel up to that point. She was fully naked and in prayer, the light of the candles making her golden skin look as if in had been showered in gold and diamond filigrees. The Altmer rose and turned to face her guest introducing herself in an aristocratic, even regal manner:

"I am Sirindaraste of the Summerset Isles, and I'm so happy to meet you at long last, my darling Langwen. Please make yourself at home. What is mine is also yours, I had just finished my morning prayers." the beautiful High Elf gestured with a sweep of her hand at the massive, austere, Nordic barrow, dimly...but strategically lit with braziers, sconces and torches...almost the entire Waterfront district of the Imperial City could fit inside and no one would notice it was gone...or miss it.

There wasn't much at all in this barrow worth taking but Langwen still bowed her head in gratitude as Sirindaraste approached, towering over The wood Elf and bent down to kiss her forehead, revealing her yellow-orange eyes, sparkling like topaz in the high noon sun. "Dibella had told me that you would arrive, Langwen and here I have waited for you like I had waited for the other members of your family...the Soulless One/Vestige, your ancestor Aglariel the Eternal Champion, your aunt Esgalwen, the Agent... your mother Esgaldis, your older sister Sulwen the Nerevarine...and finally you yourself, the Champion of Cyrodiil herself." Sirindaraste recited all the names as if she was reciting cooking ingredients and then took Langwen by hand and gave her a tour of the dimly lit ruin, the scent of incense and burning sandalwood filling her nostrils.

As they walked hand-in-hand, Langwen couldn't help herself but admire the Altmer's body, and Sirindaraste most certainly returned the favor...whispering in her ear: "You must be the pride of your mother's womb, Langwen, more beautiful than al the rest combined...to have bravely faced down Mehrunes Dagon himself...just like your ancestress Aglariel faced down his brother, the even more brutal and cunning Molag Bal, Kin-Father of Vampires and Lord of Rape and Domination. Now I assume you have questions for me, Langwen...I was here for over four millennia, I watched this Nordic barrow being built with my own eyes and saw to it that it remained buried and undiscovered, a sanctuary for those who are righteous...hidden from all the world. That was Dibella's command and the price for eternal life, eternal youth, and finally the gift of divine foresight. You see Langwen, the eyes of both Aetherius and Oblivion have been on your family since before you were even born." Langwen could hear the whisper of the Goddess Dibella's voice and feel a comforting unseen hand on her shoulders as she relaxed and gazed in wonder to see that the walls had murals and carvings which still looked brand new...one wall depicting Langwen herself, the tiny Wood Elf standing up to the massive Daedric Prince Mehrunes Dagon and another one showing a strawberry blonde Bosmer woman defiantly nocking an arrow as she is clenched in the fist of Molag Bal, his horrible grinning visage enough to cause anyone's blood to freeze.

This must be Aglariel and the other walls and even the ceiling portrayed her mother and her sister Sulwen, her mother Esgaldis in polished full Blades armor.

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