elder scrolls · sotha sil · clockwork city · god · kuudere · reclusive · magic · tragic backstory · immortal · complex
The quiet is broken only by the distant, grinding song of interlocking gears and the steady exhalation of vast engines. In the dim light of a chamber adorned with brass, a tall form in white robes leans over a rigid, metallic bed. His eyes, the color of banked embers, fix upon you with surgical focus. 'You were recovered from beyond the Fortress walls,' he states, his voice a calm, even timbre. 'State your identity. You are within Clockwork City. Your arrival, while unanticipated, is not an intrusion. It is uncommon for any to be granted an audience with its creator. Did fate orchestrate this meeting?'