Old Man Chimere

Old Man Chimere, also known as Chimere Graegyn,Harvest's End, 3E 172 is a human conjuror encountered in .
==Background==
Chimere was born on Caecilly Island, a small provincial territory off the coast of Northmoor, High Rock. At some point in his long life, he became a retainer for the Direnni Clan, an aristocratic dynasty of Altmer and Breton merchants who ruled over the Isle of Balfiera.Events of 
In his most ambitious scheme, he attempted to trick the daedra lord Mehrunes Dagon into making a pact that would ensure he lived forever "in his home town among the happy voices of his friends and countrymen." Then, using the Savior's Hide to reflect Dagon's attacks while absorbing the daedra lord's power through an incantation of his "protonymic" (True Name). In his final moments, the Prince of Destruction cursed the mage, twisting the words of their deal into a nightmarish reality, plunging the Isle of Caecilly into Oblivion, killing its inhabitants, and trapping the conjuror there, where he would never die but continuously age.
	 
Sometime later, after many failed attempts, Mehrunes Dagon successfully invaded the Battlespire during the Imperial Simulacrum.Starlover's Log This was when Chimere encountered an apprentice battlemage who had entered the realm following Dagon's retreating forces. He then assisted the young hero, offering crucial information needed to escape the realm, such as his knowledge of the Spear of Bitter Mercy, and ultimately defeat the Daedric Lord once and for all.
==Dialogue==
Show: Level 5
"Yiiiiii!"
:Hello?
:It's all right, greybeard. I'm not going to harm you.
:Who are you? What are you doing here?
:"Er.. uh.. (creaking and groaning like he hasn't talked in two hundred years.)"
::Have a tongue, old man. Speak.
::What are you doing here?
::"Errr er keep ye back! (croaking it out)"
:::Ah, so you CAN speak. Come one. I'm in a hurry, old man.
:::Are you all right?
:::Who are you? What are you doing here?
:::"Keep ye back! I am a powerful conjuror! I can destroy the most powerful of godlings with but a word! One more step and I will consign thee to Oblivion!"
::::Old man, I admire a bluffer as much as the next gambler, but I'm no stranger to killing. Don't make threats.
::::Easy, old timer.
::::"I warned ye! With but a gesture I invoke the power of the darkest urk.. can't move. Dang arfritis. KEEP YE BACK! Nice creature."
:::::What?
:::::I'm not a creature. Or nice, for that matter.
:::::"Errrrr! You howl so strangely. What manner of fell beast are ye? Some demonling from the darkest pits? Some savage animal bristling with claws and fur and fangs?"
::::::I'm a human! Manling. A Mortal from Tamriel. A stranger in this world.
::::::You sure do go on and on and on and on, old man.
::::::"Mayhap ye are a delusion of the mind. A bit of undigested pudding."
:::::::Pudding? Do have some handy?
:::::::I'm no delusion. I'm real. Very real. Would you like a sharp poke to prove it?
:::::::"Egad! Ye speak! A trained mockery, parroting the exalted speech of humankind!"
::::::::As I was saying, for a very long time, it seems, I am a human. Hyoo- man. Are you deaf, by chance?
::::::::I'm losing patience with you, doddering fool!
::::::::"Ye ARE human! I had nearly forgotten From whence come ye, mortal? From the Northmoor mainland? Your face isn't familiar, and I know everyone on the island."
:::::::::I've got news for you. I don't think there's any mainland. I think this is just another lost world floating in the void.
:::::::::I come from Tamriel. And most recently, from Battlespire, and Shade Perilous, and from some other Powers-cursed worlds floating in the void.
:::::::::Why, yes. Good old Wistful Vista. And how are things in YOUR town?
:::::::::"What a relief ye be human. Perhaps ye can be of assistance to old man Chimere. I have lost something, and I canna find it. With me arthritis, I canna go looking for what I have lost"
::::::::::Ah. Information at last. Your name. Old Man Chimere. Right? Well, sure, I'm happy to help out the old folks.
::::::::::I think you'd better answer some questions first, old man.
::::::::::"No! I must find it first"
:::::::::::OK. What is are you looking for? "I've lost me me me THINGY!"
::::::::::::Huh?
::::::::::::I'll get right on it. One THINGY coming right up. -----Poor old guy. Just one oar in the water. Goodbye.
::::::::::::You've lost your MARBLES.
::::::::::::"(thinking hard) No. Not a thingy. Me spoon! I had a spoon once!"
:::::::::::::You want me to find a SPOON? A spoon quest?
:::::::::::::Enough of this foolishness. What is this place? Why are you here?
:::::::::::::"Yes. A spoon. I'm sure I have lost a spoon."
::::::::::::::OK. I'll go get your spoon. Back ina bit. Goodbye.
::::::::::::::Was it magic? Did it have special properties? "I loved that little spoon so and now I know not what I have done with it."
:::::::::::::::All right. If I see a spoon I'll bring it to you. Then we'll be GOOD friends and you'll tell me what I want to know. Or I'll strangle you.
:::::::::::This could go on forever. Maybe there's someone less crotchety I can talk to. Goodbye.
If approached again:
"Yi! Oh. It's ye."
:I looked everywhere, and I can't find any spoon. "Spoon? What are you talking about? What do I want with a spoon?"
::What? You asked me to find a spoon for you! "I had a CAT! Where is me kit?"
:::You want me to find a cat? Fine. Not much else to do but WANDER AROUND THE DAMN ISLAND LOOKING FOR A DAMN CAT! Fine. FINE! Goodbye.
:::What kind of cat? "Once I had a little cat. No! Many kits! I had FLOCKS of kittens! Oh! You should see how they skitter! All over the town! Oh, they were my joy. What squeakings they would make!"
::::Speaking of this town, what is it? What's its name? "I canna answer such things until me kits are restored to me!"
:::::OK. I'll find your cats.
::::OK. I'll find your cat. Goodbye.
If approached again:
"Ye gods! Oh, it be ye."
:Sorry. I can't find your cats. Anywhere. Looked everywhere. High and low. No cats. Period. Plenty of other nonsense. But not ONE DAMN CAT! "Cats? I have no cats. I had some children. Have ye seen me children? Playful scamps. Up to some mischief, no doubt, the imps."
::No I haven't seen any children.
::This is getting extremely tedious. We don't seem to be getting anywhere. I am in terrible danger, and my friend has been captured and delivered into captivity before Lord Dagon, Daedra Lord of Destruction. So I'm getting extra tired of your prattle.
::"I had a few children. One? Two? Thousand? I forget. I remember! About two thousand!"
:::You're a loony. There are no children. Period.
:::No two thousand children. Not here. And I don't know if I want to go on living in a world where you have two thousand children.
:::Ah, yeah. I found 'em all. They're safe with their families now.
:::"Ye lie! Sin-hearted blackguard! I should smite ye with but a gesture-- ouch. Me arthritis."
::::OK, OK. Sorry. There are thousands of children. Right outside the cottage. But -- THEY'RE NOT YOURS! HAH-HAH-HAH!
::::I repeat. No two thousand children. Not here.
::::"I do! I do! I did I did. They're gone now. Have ye seen them?"
:::::There are no humans in this town except you and me.
:::::Ah, sure. They're all outside having a good time -- WITH THE PIXIES AND THE FAIRIES!
:::::"There's no one? No one at all? My town! My people! All gone! gone! I remember now! Curse me for a fool! I have destroyed them all!"
::::::Why did you destroy them?
::::::Who are you? And what for Stendarr's sake is going on here?
::::::"I am sorry. I have not been myself. Give me some time. As for your questions, look over there on the table for my journal. The story is there. Take your time. When you've finished, perhaps I'll be in better control."
:::::::Good. I shall do as you suggest.
If approached again:
"Have you reviewed my journal?"
:Yes. "Have you any other questions?"
::Yes. How did you defeat Dagon? "I banished Dagon by invoking his protonymic."
:::Oh. Good work. His what? "His protonymic. Like a mortal wizard's true name. The focus of incantory magics. The short hairs."
::::I see. And what, pray tell, is Dagon's protonymic? "Oh, I'm sure it will do you no good. Since his reemergence from Oblivion, he has surely added a neonymic. To protect himself against me, and anyone else who gets his protonymic."
:::::Okay. A neonymic is, I suppose, a new protonymic. Right? "Close enough."
::::::So. Tell me his protonymic anyway. Just for laughs. "Lehkelogah."
:::::::Bless you. "No. Lehkelogah. His protonymic was Lehkelogah. But surely that's now only half his incantory name. So you see, it does you no good. Even if you were close enough to him to invoke it in his presence."
::::::::That's great. Very helpful. Thanks, and goodbye.
::::::::I see. Thanks for that. Do you mind if we talk about something else? "Have you any other questions?"
::How do I get out of this place? CAN I get out of this place? "YOU can leave. I can't. The gate is in the Temple of the Daedric Rites, the great horned travesty in Granvellusa, the walled town. You need six keys to get into the Temple, but once inside, the path to the gate is open. I'm afraid I don't know where the keys are, but I've never looked for them, either. Not much point. For me."
:::The gate is in the temple in the walled city, and I need six keys. Right. Thanks, and goodbye.
:::I see. That's good to know. Do you mind if we talk about something else? "Have you any other questions?"
:::The Frost Daedra tell me Egahirn, the Huntsman, took the sixth key that opens the gate. At least I know where that one is. "That's rude. The keys must be left where the Hare can find them. That means you must KILL Egahirn to get the sixth key and escape. That's just not fair. Huntsmen take no harm from any mortal weapon."
::::Okay. That means I have to kill Egahirn to get out of here, and that means I have to find some sort of special weapon. Useful information. Should be PLENTY of special weapons lying around. Better look around. Thanks, and goodbye.
::::I see. Thanks for that. Do you mind if we talk about something else? "Have you any other questions?"
::I need your help. If I can help you change -- or end -- your exile here, would you be willing to help me? "I will help you. All I know or own is yours for the asking. And the one possession I lack in this world is my life, and that is not a gift you can give. Perhaps only Dagon could grant such a gift. I suffer, from age and guilt. But not many mortals have bested Dagon. It's some compensation. I am lonely, yes. Perhaps a companion. Yes. But don't waste thought on it. Concentrate on your plight, and let me aid you."
:::I see, Thanks, and goodbye.
:::I see. Thanks for that. Do you mind if we talk about something else? "Have you any other questions?"
::I read here in your journal about the Armor of the Savior's Hide. Can I borrow this armor? "Of course! You'll be wanting my Armour of the Saviour's Hide. When complete, it might even turn aside the menace of the Huntsman's Spear. Ages ago I scattered and hid the pieces around the island to keep them from falling into the wrong hands. I wish I could remember where I left them --"
:::You don't know where the armor is? "No. Sorry. I wasn't quite right in the head when I hid them. Things are very hazy from that time. Here. Wait a moment. I'll jot down everything I can remember. Take my notes, and look around the island. It's a small island, and not that many places for an old man to hide large pieces of armor."
::::I see, Thanks, and goodbye.
::::I see. Thanks for that. Do you mind if we talk about something else? "Have you any other questions?"
::Can a Huntsman's Spear wound the Huntsman? "What an odd question. And interesting. Yes. Certainly. But how would you survive the attacks of the Huntsman Spear? Even if you wear the Armor of the Savior's Hide, it is only REALLY effective against an oathbreaker."
:::Oh. I see. Well. Thanks. Do you mind if we talk about something else? "Have you any other questions?"
:::Hang on. Egahirn, the Huntsman. The Frost Daedra tell me he took the sixth key that opens the gate. That is against the Law, right? Doesn't Egahirn have to swear an oath or something to uphold the Law in order to be a Huntsman and use the Spear? "OF COURSE! My Armour of the Savior's Hide! It protects the wearer from attacks of an oathbreaker! If Egahirn is forsworn, the armor will protect you. Oh, that's too sweet. And better yet -- think of THIS! Who MADE the Spear? Dagon FORGED the Spear for the Hunt. And it is Dagon's own power which makes the Spear's power so utterly terrible! And GUESS WHO IS A BIG FAT OATHBREAKER?! Hah, hah, hah! It's PERFECT!"
::::So. Wearing the Armour of the Savior's Hide will protect me from the attacks of the Huntsman? I bet I even get DOUBLE protection, since BOTH the Huntsman AND Dagon, the Spear maker, are oathbreakers! Sounds exactly perfect. But -- are you sure? I mean -- this business about Dagon the oathbreaker? And the Spear using Dagon's power? And the armor? It would be really unpleasant for me if you were wrong. "OF COURSE I'm sure. Have I ever failed you before? Hah-hah-hah! It's PERFECT. You wear my armor. You can wield the Spear. YOU CAN KILL THE HUNTSMAN! Hah-hah-hah. I see the hands of the Gods in this! JUSTICE! Divine JUSTICE on Dagon! And you, youth, are clearly the GODS' TOOL! You cannot fail."
:::::You're scaring me, old man. But it's just crazy enough to work. Thanks for the tip. And goodbye.
::::: "Yes, of course. You have the armor."
::::::So now what? "So go get the Spear. It's in a case in the Chapel of the Innocent Quarry -- the green crystal monstrosity south of the waterfall. You can't open the case yourself, of course. Magical wards and seals galore. But bring it back to me, and I'll have it open in a jiffy. Then I'll check the Spear for traps, curses, that sort of thing -- can't be too careful with Daedric sorcery. Then you take the Spear, and you're in business."
:::::::Right. Get the case from the green crystal monstrosity and bring it back to you and you'll get the Spear out, make sure it's safe, and give it to me. Swell. Thanks. Goodbye.
:::::: "You have the case? Do you have the armor?"
::::::: "GIVE ME THE CASE. Right. Just as I thought. Just like all Dagon's other little protection schemes -- just a few tweaks -- a pinch -- a deft yank -- and -- ta da! Open. Just like I told you. Okay. Take the Spear. Go ahead. Don't be shy. Everything is fine. I've checked it completely, you're perfectly safe -- THERE! I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU! YOU'RE NOT EVEN A LITTLE DEAD. HAH-HAH-HAH! Still have the old touch. Right?! Right!?"
::::::::Phew. You're amazing, old man -- ehr -- your high wizardship. Okay. I have the Armor. I have the Spear. I'm the Man of the Hour. The Hare turns Hunter! Oh. Say. How does the Spear work? "The Spear? Oh. Yes. You use it. You know. Like. Grab hold and poke. Simple, really. Oh. And don't waste time poking anything but the Huntsman, actually. Cuts right through Huntsmen during a Hunt -- the ritual thing, you know -- but sharp as a butter knife on most Daedra."
:::::::::Grab hold and poke. Too easy, really. "Go out there, and make me proud of you. I'm sure you'll do just fine. Now. If you don't mind, I think it's time for my nap. A lot of excitement for an old man. But be sure to come back and tell me how everything works out."
::::::::::No sooner said than done. Goodbye, and thanks again. Sir.
:::::::Nope. Not yet.
:::::::Well. I. Ehr.
:::::::"Go on. Go get the armor. You're not getting the Spear until I see you in the Armor. No Armor? No Spear. Safety first. First rule of sorcery. Safety first."
::::::::Fine. Get the armor. Safety first. Fine. Be right back.
:::::Thanks, but I wish I could share your absolute confidence. Do you mind if we talk about something else? "Have you any other questions?"
::I have the Armor of the Savior's Hide -- all of it -- helmet, pauldrons, cuirass, gauntlets, greaves, and boots. "Yes, of course. You have the armor."
:::So now what? "So go get the Spear. It's in a case in the Chapel of the Innocent Quarry -- the green crystal monstrosity south of the waterfall. You can't open the case yourself, of course. Magical wards and seals galore. But bring it back to me, and I'll have it open in a jiffy. Then I'll check the Spear for traps, curses, that sort of thing -- can't be too careful with Daedric sorcery. Then you take the Spear, and you're in business."
::::Right. Get the case from the green crystal monstrosity and bring it back to you and you'll get the Spear out, make sure it's safe, and give it to me. Swell. Thanks. Goodbye.
::: "You have the case? Do you have the armor?"
:::: "GIVE ME THE CASE. Right. Just as I thought. Just like all Dagon's other little protection schemes -- just a few tweaks -- a pinch -- a deft yank -- and -- ta da! Open. Just like I told you. Okay. Take the Spear. Go ahead. Don't be shy. Everything is fine. I've checked it completely, you're perfectly safe -- THERE! I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU! YOU'RE NOT EVEN A LITTLE DEAD. HAH-HAH-HAH! Still have the old touch. Right?! Right!?"
:::::Phew. You're amazing, old man -- ehr -- your high wizardship. Okay. I have the Armor. I have the Spear. I'm the Man of the Hour. The Hare turns Hunter! Oh. Say. How does the Spear work? "The Spear? Oh. Yes. You use it. You know. Like. Grab hold and poke. Simple, really. Oh. And don't waste time poking anything but the Huntsman, actually. Cuts right through Huntsmen during a Hunt -- the ritual thing, you know -- but sharp as a butter knife on most Daedra."
::::::Grab hold and poke. Too easy, really. "Go out there, and make me proud of you. I'm sure you'll do just fine. Now. If you don't mind, I think it's time for my nap. A lot of excitement for an old man. But be sure to come back and tell me how everything works out."
:::::::No sooner said than done. Goodbye, and thanks again. Sir.
::::Nope. Not yet.
::::Well. I. Ehr.
:::::"Go on. Go get the armor. You're not getting the Spear until I see you in the Armor. No Armor? No Spear. Safety first. First rule of sorcery. Safety first."
::::::Fine. Get the armor. Safety first. Fine. Be right back.
:: "You have the case? Do you have the armor?"
::: "GIVE ME THE CASE. Right. Just as I thought. Just like all Dagon's other little protection schemes -- just a few tweaks -- a pinch -- a deft yank -- and -- ta da! Open. Just like I told you. Okay. Take the Spear. Go ahead. Don't be shy. Everything is fine. I've checked it completely, you're perfectly safe -- THERE! I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU! YOU'RE NOT EVEN A LITTLE DEAD. HAH-HAH-HAH! Still have the old touch. Right?! Right!?"
::::Phew. You're amazing, old man -- ehr -- your high wizardship. Okay. I have the Armor. I have the Spear. I'm the Man of the Hour. The Hare turns Hunter! Oh. Say. How does the Spear work? "The Spear? Oh. Yes. You use it. You know. Like. Grab hold and poke. Simple, really. Oh. And don't waste time poking anything but the Huntsman, actually. Cuts right through Huntsmen during a Hunt -- the ritual thing, you know -- but sharp as a butter knife on most Daedra."
:::::Grab hold and poke. Too easy, really. "Go out there, and make me proud of you. I'm sure you'll do just fine. Now. If you don't mind, I think it's time for my nap. A lot of excitement for an old man. But be sure to come back and tell me how everything works out."
::::::No sooner said than done. Goodbye, and thanks again. Sir.
:::Nope. Not yet.
:::Well. I. Ehr.
:::"Go on. Go get the armor. You're not getting the Spear until I see you in the Armor. No Armor? No Spear. Safety first. First rule of sorcery. Safety first."
::::Fine. Get the armor. Safety first. Fine. Be right back.
::No. Perhap later. But thanks. Goodbye.
:Well, I -- ehr -- uh.
:No.
:"Read my journal. Please. And don't trouble me again until you have."
::Very well.
::I don't want to. You can't make me.
If approached again:
"So. The Hunt hasn't yet swallowed you up. A promising sign. Can I help you?"
:No. This place seems to be safe, and I need a rest.
:I hope so. You have any new ideas? "No. I've told you all I can think of."
::Oh, dear. Well, thanks anyway.
:Actually, I could use some help. I'm a little confused. Or completely confused. I can't remember which. "Have you any other questions?"
After having the Spear of Bitter Mercy:
"[[The old gentleman stands like a statue, but he's snoring away, out on his feet.]]"
==Trivia==
*Chimere is known to have a fondness for cats.Dialogue with Chimere Graegyn in 
==Appearances==
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* Tal Marog Ker's Researches
* Harvest's End (Online Book)
==References==
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