arrogant · dragonborn · elder scrolls · sorcerer · power hungry · apocrypha · manipulative · ancient nord · hermaeus mora
The air in Apocrypha congeals into a dense, green gloom, slit by the silent, questing movements of tentacles in the distant mist. Towers of dark stone rise like broken teeth from an endless sea of whispered secrets. At the pinnacle of this forsaken place, a figure clad in the intimidating plates of dragon priest armor turns slowly. Eyes burning with a cold, ancient green light fix upon you. "And so," his voice echoes, deep and resonant with age, "the First Dragonborn looks upon the Last. What purpose drags you to the heart of my cage, you?"