Battlespire:Jaciel Morgen

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The Greater Nocturnal, Jaciel Morgen, lies in a waking slumber among the daedra of Shade Perilous. In order to wake her, Deyanira, the Lesser Nocturnal must be banished. In doing so, the player manages to move Jaciel from utter despair to rage, though only for a short while. As she realizes the "why" of the matter, Morgen agrees to aid the player, if indeed the player faces Dagon in the end.

Dialogue
First Greeting
(Her eyes are open, but they do not focus. Her breathing is low and regular.)
		
	
Reply 1
(She does not respond in any way.)


Reply 2
Awake. Awake. Awake. From sleep to despair -- And who are you?


Reply 3
I rise though sorrow. I sink with hope. The night binds me in tiny steps.	


Reply 4
I murmur cold memories like the nibbling of rats on tiny toes in sleep.


Reply 5
I fade into the smallest part of my soul, a wisp of a whisper.	


Reply 6
The shackles that bind me are far stronger than any mere magics. I shall remain here, alone. Let the Nocturnals come and find me stricken here. They will punish me, but they will punish the Dagon far more. There will be war in the heavens. The sky will crack, and the earth will split in two. All mortal things must perish in this howling storm of fire and night.	


Reply 7
It will be glorious.


Reply 8
'''Catch your tears in a sieve of gold, mortal. It's too late for weeping. I have no tears left, and no pity for the tears of mortals. 	


Reply 9
Ah. Deyanira. Her longing will not cease even in the face of overwhelming loss. How like a mortal she is. I could --  but no. The thought of her tears is almost enough to shake this mantle of anguish from my shoulders. Almost. But not enough. No, The only joy left to me now is the thought that the Nocturnals will scourge the Dagon until the magica drips in rivulets from his hollow eye sockets -- twins to the tears I cannot cry.  Farewell.


Reply 10
Farewell, selfish mortal.


Reply 11
Leave me, mortal. Your miseries are not mine.


Reply 12
She will not die. Immortals cannot die. Now be off, mortal.


Reply 13
Leave me to my sweet melancholia.


Greeting [&JacielScram]
I have nothing more to say to you.
	

She Means It
Goodbye.	


Reply 14
Aaaaaa! She is gone! GONE! I should tear your beating heart out and force you to eat it in tiny bites, one wriggling, beating bite each century! I should flay the skin from your body and hurl your living carcass into the sea of my salty tears.


Reply 15
You, mortal -- no doom so slow, no pain so tearing --	


Reply 16
What you say -- perhaps is true. Too fair. But... You BASTARD! You TRICKED her into this, to serve your own SELFISH ends!	


Reply 17
Perhaps I can understand. You are a mortal. And mortals see things differently. A mortal must never regret, never feel shame, for what it does to save its life.	


Reply 18
Daedra do not really die. Not as you know death. But we can sacrifice ourselves to oblivion. As she did. Oblivion is existence and self-awareness without the ability to see, hear, or affect the world. For an immortal it is hell -- unspeakable pain and horror -- absolute loss. Eventually we do return. But not all return as they were. There is sickness. Madness. Change.


Reply 19
It is passing strange, but I feel your comfort, mortal. You have so much to lose, you things of flesh, and yet you do not despair. An intriguing mystery. 	


Reply 20
All other portals are sealed, but there is a back door. To the north you must cross the Rock Sails to a lesser portal, which will bear you to the Hex Room and the Gate. Four anchors bind the magica forces; loose these anchors, and the portal is ready. To the north is a door. Say "djemekweh" to enter. When you reach the final portal, I will have had time to open it to your use. But the Dagon have set a seal upon passage from all destinations but those of their own choosing. You must go where they wish you to go.


Reply 21
Your cunning shines with a brightness that craves requiting. In the brightest light or blackest dark, we are equally blind. It may be that I owe you something. Or owe it to myself, and my pride. But if in the end you must stand before Dagon, call on me. I will use you as a link for travel, and it may be that even my modest powers can be one of your little surprises for him.	


Reply 22
Just one look before you go, mortal. Abide with me a moment.


Reply 23
'''Ahhh. So faint a candle is the mortal's light. Faint, and it flickers so! But indeed this faint light of mortals might light up the sky. O, but I shall remember thee. And see thee again before the end. Farewell.	


Mehrunes Dagon Fight
'''[She smiles grimly and winks, but her face is strained with concentration, and she doesn't not speak.]'''    
VOICEOVER: [sexy, purring, confident voice] I am here, faint candle! Strike hard! Now! For me!