Jaciel Morgen

Jaciel Morgen, also known as The Greater Nocturnal, is a Daedra encountered in the Shade Perilous. Hidden behind the Night Portal and driven into the Dreamsleeve, Jaciel is now stuck in a never ending and immobilizing grief after Dagon's troops stopped the flow of Nocturnal's magica.
In order to wake her, Deyanira Katrece, the Lesser Nocturnal, must be banished. In doing so, the Apprentice 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 them.
==Dialogue==
"(Her eyes are open, but they do not focus. Her breathing is low and regular.)"
:HEY! Hello! Excuse me. Help. Fire. Famine. Pestilence. Nightmare. We have a situation here.
:Jaciel. I have a message from Deyanira. Can you hear me?
:"(She does not respond in any way.)"
::Great. Sleep tight.
:Jaciel. In the name of the Nocturnals, Deyanira bids me awake you from your enchantment. "Awake. Awake. Awake. From sleep to despair -- And who are you?"
::Er, hello. Pardon me if I guard my name, my Lady.
::Are you the Nocturnal Lieutenant Jaciel Morgen?
::"I rise though sorrow. I sink with hope. The night binds me in tiny steps."
:::Indeed. I see. Well. You ARE Jaciel Morgen, right? "I murmur cold memories like the nibbling of rats on tiny toes in sleep."
::::Unpleasant dreams, eh? Sorry.
::::Can I read that as a yes, or a no?
::::"I fade into the smallest part of my soul, a wisp of a whisper."
:::::That's very nice. I'm here to free you!
:::::Are you the one that can send me out of this land?
:::::Snap out of it! You've been released from your enchantment, and we have some serious business to attend to.
:::::"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."
::::::Ah, that sounds like it would be bad. "It will be glorious."
:::::::I think I'd rather stop that little war before it begins.
:::::::Look, I just want to get my friend and get out of here.
::::::::"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."
::::::::We can still stop them! It's not over yet! Think of Deyanira! "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."
:::::::::Look, you can't get rid of me that easily --
:::::::::Even if you don't want to help yourself, at least help me get out of here!
:::::::::"Farewell, selfish mortal."
::::::::::But surely this is pretty excessive. I mean, you ARE a big-time Daedra Lady. Where's your pride? You're going to let those muttonheads push you around --
::::::::::Look. Things are going south here in a big way, Lady, in case you hadn't noticed. This place is crawling with fire and frost thugs making themselves cozy in YOUR home. Are you just going to sit back and --
::::::::::All I need from you, Lady, is a passage out of here. I promise I'll treat Dagon and his things to a little sky-cracking and earth-splitting myself, if you'll just let me --
::::::::::"Leave me, mortal. Your miseries are not mine."
:::::::::::Oh, this misery is yours, all right. Your faithful friend Deyanira says she will die if you don't return to rule. "She will not die. Immortals cannot die. Now be off, mortal."
::::::::::::Right, right. So she can't die. But she IS very worried about you.
::::::::::::You're not any better than the rest of the daedra -- just as spoiled, self-centered, and self-indulgent. Like a little baby. You know what a baby is? A puling helpless little manling.
::::::::::::"Leave me to my sweet melancholia."
:::::::::::::Fine. I have better things to do. But don't think you've heard the last of me. (That was not a big success. Maybe Deyanira will have a bright idea.)
::::::::::::OK. I'll go. But you are making a big mistake. (Shucks. Better go back and have a chat with Deyanira. Maybe SHE can talk some sense into this stubborn sourpuss.)
::::::::::::Look. Don't make me do something rash. I may not look like much, but I've been beating daedra like drums. I'm getting desperate, and desperate mortals are full of ugly surprises. "Leave me to my sweet melancholia."
:::::::::::::Fine. I have better things to do. But don't think you've heard the last of me. (That was not a big success. Maybe Deyanira will have a bright idea.)
Upon returning with the soul dagger (if equipped):
"I have nothing more to say to you."
:That's what you think, you -- "Goodbye."
::You --
:I don't know exactly how to break this to you, but -- well -- maybe you have better take a look at this dagger. She said -- Deyanira -- that is -- "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."
::
::She did it for you.
::Found a few tears did you?
::"You, mortal -- no doom so slow, no pain so tearing --"
:::Nothing you do will bring her back. She'll be back in her own sweet time, from what I understand about you daedra. And for all that sweet time you can think about how little you cared for her, and how lonely you'll be without her, and how much she was willing to do for you, when you wouldn't do anything but pout and snivel. "What you say -- perhaps is true. Too fair. But... You BASTARD! You TRICKED her into this, to serve your own SELFISH ends!"
::::No. It was her idea. I haven't got her kind of vision. Or character. I admit. I'd lie like a rug to save my skin. But I haven't got the imagination to think of a thing like she did. And it would NEVER occur to me that she might do it of her own free will. In fact, I'm sorry. And ashamed. That I helped her to do this thing. "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."
:::::Normally I'd agree with you wholeheartedly. But that's not how I feel right now. Look. She isn't really dead, is she? "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."
::::::I'm sorry. I hope Deyanira will be all right. She certainly has a strong spirit, if that's of any consequence. "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."
:::::::Yes. My flesh does have a lot to lose. And another, a close friend, is also in danger. So please help me. How may I leave this place? "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."
::::::::Not having a lot of choice is refreshing at times like this. Keeps things simple. And I believe I must go where the Dagon think they want me. I'll just make sure I have plenty of surprises for them when I arrive. "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."
:::::::::Don't think I won't call you. I'm going to need a lot of surprises, and a lot of luck. Goodbye, then, and thanks. "Just one look before you go, mortal. Abide with me a moment."
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::::::::::Sure. Go ahead. Look yourself a feast, my Lady. I've little else to give you.
::::::::::In memory of Deyanira, I abide with you a short while, fair Jaciel. Then I must go.
::::::::::"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."
:::::::::::Good. But. Well. I don't know what to say. And haven't the grace to say nothing. So it's just goodbye, then.
==Gallery==
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==Appearances==
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