ask-hevnoraak:

Hevnoraak wondered if he should flee up to the Labrynthian for awhile, since it seemed so many strange people where currently stalking him.

Hey, it would give him a chance to try to talk to either Morokei or now, maybe Konahrik? 

As Hevnoraak is thinking of this, a word that is barely a whisper echoes through his mind.

…Rot…

The word comes back again, this time with other words and louder.

Hadrim…Wundun…Rot…

These are the words that dragon priests (and sometimes dragons) often used when trying to contact each other through telepathic means. Though it somewhat strained the mind of mortals and shouldn’t be used often over large distances, it allowed for some private words of urgency or not to be exchanged.

Zeymah? Kos zeymahi nahl? Thu’umi ofan rot wah hadrimi.

Hearing this also meant that one of the priests was definitely alive…or rather, a looser sense of alive.

Bolog rot do zeymahi. Daar los zeymahi Konahrik.

It was given to me. I held onto it for a while before it was lost to me…though I never used it.

I do ni mindok if tol story is vahzah…nuz…

Tiraaz…perhaps this was a sign…and it fills me with regret…

Nid…I do not think it is possible. Krosis. Unless if there is a spell that can turn me…solid?

Krosis. My mod has been…extremely busy due to schooling and temporarily lost interest. But I have returned and shall answer some questions later.

((OOC: Sorry for the absence. I got really busy with school and lost interest in running this blog. Then my housemate started writing about his Elder Scrolls OC and I read it. It made me want to pick up Konah again, even though I’ve been gone for…months. OTL

Might still be a bit slow since finals are coming up and everything’s due, but I’ll answer stuff and post some writings I’ve done on Konahrik in the coming days. .-.~

For now..open to questions and RPs~))

No realm of afterlife for the dov? Personally, I believe that they have an afterlife of some sort. It is probably something that we as humans cannot comprehend…a “dov” thing, as one may call it.

As for the Draugr, they chose to be like that. I do not think they are skulking about. They are actually quite busy, cleaning and protecting the area and master they serve in that area. In life, they’ve sworn themselves to the one they serve, and to them it is the highest of all honors.

I personally find the Draugr very nice…though that might be because of my previous life and the fact that I can communicate with them. It may seem dull to the living, but they are quite content in serving their masters, and they are irritated at the people that intrude and steal from the urns and chests. They’ve become very distrustful of anything and anyone that enters. I guess you can say that it’s the equivalent of someone breaking into your own home. 

Aa…sorry, I got a bit sidetracked. You wanted to know what happens after the Dovah worshippers die, correct? If they were living before and they die, then it all depends on what they did in their life. The effects range from becoming undead to going to their promised afterlife. Not so different from today, I believe.

If they were undead (specifically Draugr) and they…er…”die”…I’m not quite sure what happens, but I’ve seen them up and walking about again in about a month or so after. Not quite sure about the higher-ups, though. There might be something special for them. Whether that’s good or bad, I don’t know.

My physical body is dead, but because of my previous affiliation, prayers, and rituals to the dov, my soul belongs to them. I will continue to serve them to the best of my abilities after death. I find it a great honor.

I hope this answers your question…sorry if I rambled or didn’t quite answer it in full. I’ve meddled in necromancy here and there, but it’s not my strong suit. If I didn’t answer your questions, you probably want to go to one of the other Dragon Priests for that…perhaps Volsung or Vokun. They probably know better than I do.

[You can’t quite see it, but you feel as if Konahrik is smiling innocently under that mask.]

Thank you for your compliments.

As for your question, nid. We didn’t have partners, per say, but rather we consulted one or a handful of dovah. Went to them for…how do you say it? …aa, advice. We were also in charge of taking care of some dovahlings that other dovah don’t have time to take care of, but that was more of a…err…nanny job? Babysitter job? Than a “partner”. Cannot find the right word for that…

In my younger years, starting out as a Dragon Priest, I had a habit of consulting with Alduin. A lot. More than any of the other dov. Or dragon priests. I think I overdid it. I don’t even know how I got out without him breathing fire on me.

I will say though, now that I think about it, having a dovah partner to fight alongside with would have been enjoyable. I would have to make sure that I wasn’t getting in its way, though.

“Aa…” Konahrik, placing the mask on, turned towards Alduin and bowed. Konahrik stood in front of the painting that was being worked on. “Drem Yol Lok, Alduin.”

The child made a sound of nervousness and released the large mask, letting it fall over its tiny frame to hide it once again.

((OOC: Dooooooooooodle done after scrolling down le dash for a long time and seeing all the art. ,_,~))

“Draal…fin…dov…lingrah…laas…jot…sos…kogaan…”

Konahrik, at hearing the water hit the ground, looked towards that direction. The sound was coming from outside, where it was now pouring heavily. Konahrik had been on the mountain sanctuary for a very long time. It was one of many sanctuaries to dragonkind, but whereas most sanctuaries had a handful of people maintaining it, this one was only maintained by Konahrik. The steep, dangerous mountain path and high winds dissuaded many from making the trip up to this sanctuary. However, the trip, Konahrik believed, was well worth it. When Konahrik first climbed this mountain and entered the sanctuary, the dragon priest was met with a small area with an altar and a dragon statue for praying. It opened up into a spacious, open area carved into the mountain over looking the vast land of Skyrim. The edges of the part that overlooked the land below had some rock still in place that helped hold up the ceiling. Connected to this spacious, semi-open area was a a stone platform jutting out. The stone jut overhung some of the land below, and it was big enough for dragons to land on.

To Konahrik, this was a perfect place to pray alone, the only downsides being the trip up and down and the fact that the other dragon priests always knew where Konahrik was.

The rain outside proved to be quite a problem. When Konahrik made the journey up, food was somehow the last thing on their mind. Scaling down the mountain was dangerous in this weather, and by the looks of it, Konahrik had been here for a long time. Meditation on the Thu’um and prayers to the dov does that often. The dragon priest’s stomach grumbled in complaint. Konahrik knew that they could go for days without food, but it made them weak. They couldn’t move down the mountain after starving for a day or two.

Deciding that they needed something to eat (and perhaps a warm bed to sleep in), Konahrik moved towards the stone jut, but stopped just before setting a foot on it. Konahrik raised their head, nose pointing at the sky, and shouted, asking for assistance off of the mountain or some food. Because of their rank as the head of the Dragon Priests, Konahrik knew that one of the dragons would come. If not come, then perhaps shout back. The dragon priest sat against one of the stone pillars supporting the ceiling, waiting.

Eventually, in the downpour, the faint outline of a dragon was spotted, coming closer and closer.

As the dragon came into a range where a clear view of it could be seen, Konahrik blinked and felt a smile tugging at the edge of their lips.

Alduin happened to be in the area and heard them. In Alduin’s talons was a rather large horker. Konahrik started getting a fire ready in the sanctuary, away from the edges and positioned where the rain wouldn’t reach. They would have to ask if they could share their meal with the great one, Alduin.

((OOC: This is me playing around with animations and not doing homework and Konahrik’smemorywhoosleepnow.))

Aa…if you are talking about fin Thu’um, I am willing to teach those that are willing to listen and eager to learn. I am not that good of a teacher (Morokei is a pruzah teacher, but I do not wish to disturb him). I can only do so much after death, so you will have to be patient with me. My only conditions are that you must be a supporter of fin dov, that you use daar suleyk - this power - fah fin dov, and that you have great patience. Unless if you are dovahkiin or a dovah, it will be difficult to master, and will take many years. 

As for fin Daedra worshippers, they have just been shown the wrong path. Convert them to worshipping fin dov. When fin dov daal…ah…return…in all fin moro, glory, fin dov worshippers and supporters will be spared. Also, let’s face it…most of the Daedric kulaanne are…what is the word…selfish. Of course, there are exceptions, but from what I’ve seen so far, fin Daedric kulaanne are very demanding, delight in seeing suffering, and often want service after death. From my experience, fin dov are not as demanding as fin Daedric kulaanne are. 

Convince fin Daedra worshipper to help our cause. If after you talk with them they do not change their hahdrim, leave them alone (Nahkriin or Rahgot would have you kill them, but I do not share the same view as they do. …not anymore, anyways). If they are nahlaas naal fin tiid fin dov daal, they will witness their might. They cannot run to their Daedric kulaan.

If they attack you for being a worshipper of fin dov, just kill them. If you know the Thu’um, use it on them. Show them the power of the dov. Their kulaanne will not and cannot save them from fin dov’s might.

((OOC: Sorry this took so long to get out, anon. I didn’t forget/ignore you, I’ve been busy with several weeks of midterms, which I’ve recently finished. m(_ _)m I am very sorry.))