Chapitre 738: Apocrypha's Basement

Hey, friends. I've read an interesting piece of lore that I found a few days ago. Apparently, there is a new Daedric Prince in the Lore, Ithelia.

Apparently, she is the opposite of Hermaeus Mora but not in a fun way. Her titles are the Prince of Paths, the Mistress of the Untraveled Road, the Unseen, and the Fate-Changer. She supposedly had the ability to shape destiny, alter fate and rearrange its strands according to her whim. Considering this power a threat to the order of the universe, Hermaeus Mora erased all traces of her memory from existence in order to preserve reality. Her realm is called Mirrormoor.

This piece of lore was added in some recent trailer for a DLC in ESO and I am not that keen on adding any aspect of it to the story here since I am finalizing it all in my roadmap with no room for expansion. As for my personal opinion, the names Itheila and Mirrormoor scream Tolkin fan in my head.

All in all, the new canon lore aspects have gone hand in hand with the aspects. Oblivion is an infinite realm with all sorts of possibilities that aren't limited to the 16 Daedric Princes, check. There is a possibility that there are Daedric Princes that nobody knows about, check. And reality can be whatever the writer wants at this point, check.

Enjoy the chapter since I had fun screwing shit too.

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He wasn't sure how this happened but as he opened his eyes, he knew it was troublesome.

"Oh no!"

Neloth was about to pull out the hairs of his head but too bad he was bald.

The floor he stood on was made of parchment paper and old book covers, the walls around him were made of stacked up stinking old books, and the sky above him was covered in green anomalies infested with squirming tentacles.

The profile matches someplace he wasn't very keen on visiting this time of day.

Apocrypha!

However, this begs the question, how did he get here?

Neloth could vaguely remember but he is too embarrassed to admit that he fell to the oldest trick in the book, the Mousetrap.

This goes back to the time when Neloth and Jon were exploring Nchardak together. As two Arch-Wizards with a considerable degree of power and fame, the two were overly confident they could breeze through this ruin without a hitch of difficulty.

Sadly for them, their enemy was relying on their overconfidence.

As Neloth decided to stay behind in the control room, while leaving Jon to do all the legwork, his eyes caught a glimpse of something he couldn't imagine to even exist without him knowing.

A Black Book!

A tome of power was right there lying not too far from him in a section of the ruins he was sure he had explored before.

But another Black Book… Here? How?

Neloth's mind raced to the answer but his curious Dunmeri feet were faster than his mind could think as he found himself standing in front of the Black Book as it opened by itself and swallowed him whole.

This was no regular Black Book, this was a portal to Apocrypha fashioned in the shape of the Black Book and it was designed to capture unsuspecting and greedy scholars.

He surely knew something like that existed but it was just a miscalculation on his part to fall into such an obvious mousetrap… or that's what he kept telling himself.

A Telvanni Wizard is a lot of things but a pushover is not what you can call one. Neloth, above all, considered himself to be a sophisticated gentleman and this kind of trap has already hurt his pride way more than any insult.

He's now out for blood.

The location where Neloth was sent to was certainly not a known location on Apocrypha and just like most of Apocrypha, it was surrounded by great seas of ink corrosive ink and had many pathways made of the usual apocryphal environment.

Oh… and there was an endless number of Seekers and Lurkers surrounding him as well.

"For Dagon's sake, piss off already." Neloth transformed a ring around his right thumb into a staff and as he hit the ground with it, a large fire circle was cast and it ate away all those Daedric Creatures.

However, the Seekers and Lurkers kept coming back in larger numbers from the endless sea of ink.

Neloth wiped out the daedra again and again and again but it seemed that the point of this place is for them to keep spawning endlessly. A daedra can't practically die and in due time, it will keep coming back to life from the Chaotic Creatia of its mother realm.

Neloth wanted to end this so he moved the fighting location multiple times in order to find a way out. That proved to him that the chapter (island) he landed on doesn't lead anywhere and is simply a trap for him to fight until his bitter end.

Neloth took out a few soul gems, put them on the ground, and cast a rune before centering a staff on top of it. He made the staff act like a spell turret as he kept analyzing the situation around him.

He was trying to aim for a different chapter outside of this one but he was too isolated. Since he can't travel through the sea of ink, he started thinking of a different way of taking action. He searched for any Daedric creature across a hundred miles radius and as soon as he found one, he took his staff, levitated, and teleported away.

Neloth didn't want to put himself in a bad situation but if there is a Daedric Creature, there is a Daedric land. Simple logic, really. That's why he teleported as high and at a safe distance as he could scout his situation first.

Neloth thought it would be a regular Daedra but as he saw what he saw, he started to sweat nervously.

This wasn't a Daedra he could recognize and he can recognize almost every daedric creature out there.

As for this one, it was simply huge and not a thing he ever met before or wanted to meet in the near or far future ever again.

It was large, as stated earlier, but almost to the point where it can rival the Numidium itself. Above all, it had an octopus-like head, large dragon-like wings, and a humanoid body that towered over the sea of ink.

Say what you want about such a creature but Neloth could swear it is the worst thing he ever laid his eyes on. Thankfully, the creature ignored Neloth completely and then it spoke a word in a terrible terrible voice that made Neloth suffer from a splitting headache.

"GNAIIH" The creature called once and raised his hand which had someone tied to it.

"Oh… Shit!"

Neloth could see the man in the hand of that colossal Daedric thing and it was none other than Jon Dare.

He was in the worst shape Neloth could imagine. He had a hole in his chest where his heart was supposed to be and he was not in any of his gear. Rather, he was covered in an ink-like substance that covered his lower half, his arms, and the upper half of his head.

Once the creature's arm was up, something appeared midair like a cluster of goat-eye-like bubbles that felt wretched like the abyss and it stared at Jon.

A voice came from the wretched abyss, deep, changing, slow, ancient, and unfathomable.

"Tell me your secret… speak them to me… hide nothing from me…"

The Wretched Abyss, which was obviously Hermaeus Mora, demanded an answer but Jon remained as responsive as a corpse.

A stormy atmosphere swept the realm as if Mora had become upset then it spoke to the creature.

"SON! MAKE HIM SPEAK NEXT TIME. MAKE HIM REVEAL HIS SECRETS… TO ME!"

The Wretched Abyss disappeared and left Jon with the creature all by themselves.

"GNAIIH." The creature shouted again but no response came from the Wretched Abyss.

The creature then raised Jon to the level of its terrifying octopus head with all its tentacles, it swallowed Jon in one go before diving into the sea of ink all while Neloth was just watching with every terrified emotion painted on his face.

For the first time in a really long while, Neloth was feeling utterly helpless. Just now, Hermaeus Mora was saying "Son" to this unknown creature which meant one thing.

"A Demi-Prince!"

A Demi-Prince is the Daedric offspring of a Daedric Prince and a lesser entity such as a mortal. Although they often inherit aspects of their princely parent, they are notably eccentric and can be lacking in characteristics such as foresight, memory, cruelty, or willfulness. Some acquire, or are given, minor realms of Oblivion to rule, although many of these pocket realities are bizarre even by the standards of Oblivion.

But to think that Hermaeus Mora would have this kind of child. Neloth may be the first mortal ever to discover this Demi-Prince.

He was surely afraid but he was no coward. Right now, he has no way out of Apocrypha and his ally, Jon Dare, is captured. There is one way for a Telvanni Wizard to deal with this sort of situation and it is to grit his teeth and go ahead, casting fear aside.

Neloth descended where the gigantic Daedric creature stood and used his staff to touch the sea of ink. Knowing that this differs from normal sea water, Neloth decided to modify a spell before starting to cast it.

He put the heel of his staff through the sea level and started stirring the ink as if one would stir the soup in a pot. By applying Magicka to the stirring and creating force waves through the calm sea of ink, Neloth was soon able to create a whirlpool that kept expanding and expanding in the middle of the sea.

With that, he could finally make a very deep hole in the sea and he kept levitating down through it while maintaining the stirring with the force of his Magicka. Neloth descended so far down in the sea that he could feel a strong suction force pulling him beneath. He cast "Stoneskin" as a final act of protecting himself and let the suction force take him down under.

Darkness dominated the scene but Neloth could tell he was already far beneath the sea level. The only reason he wasn't able to see is that Light spells seemed to be under restriction in this section of Apocrypha and all he needed was a different approach to the situation.

Once Neloth cast the "Night Eyes" spell, however, he remained frigid in place for some time.

The section of Apocrypha was clearly not meant to be seen and whoever is here is not meant to see the light again. This type of eldritch place can't be fathomed by normal means even if Neloth tried to comprehend it with all the knowledge a Telvanni Wizard can muster.

He could see words, letters, and characters floating all across the place like fireflies in the night. They were in Daedric, Dunmeri, Nordic, Ehlnofex, Aldmeri, and in some forms that Neloth couldn't even fathom let alone recognize.

What was all that? Neloth asked but a smart man of his caliber shouldn't ask too many questions about a place like this or else he will be ensnared by the forbidden knowledge Hermaeus Mora hid away.

Mora was known to be a hoarder and his entire realm was actually made of small chapters above the great sea of ink. Neloth now realized that this was all a facade and the real Apocrypha is the one underneath, the one in the basement.

"Gods Almighty!" Neloth called in his heart for the Gods but what can they do if he is in the basement of one? A place where their memories and sight can't even reach.

Right now, he's on his own.

The fear felt so real all of a sudden, a Telvanni wizard is no coward… a Telvanni wizard is no coward… a Telvanni wizard is no coward… a Tevanni wizard is…

*CLUGH*

Neloth's heart jumped as something loud woke him from his daze. He turned left and right, up and down, back and ahead. He was alone.

His hands were freezing around his staff and his fears were bringing bad thoughts to his head. It is as if his fears, traumas, and all the shit he has been through in his life were climbing over his body, creeping beneath his skin, and taking away his sanity.

He persisted though, despite the feeling of fear, despite the madness, despite the oblivion that was trying to consume him.

Is this the belly of Apocrypha, the place where all those who ventured recklessly into Apocrypha end up in?

Neloth held to his sanity and decided to map out his surroundings first. He moved in all sorts of directions but the environment wasn't stable. Sometimes if he wandered off from the spot he managed to hold his emotions tight in, he would feel enraged, sometimes saddened, and sometimes he would fall into depression.

His surroundings were not just some natural hazards but mental as well.

Knowing that his mind was on the line here, he chose to tread the most careful path he can, one that mixes most of these emotions moderately together without overwhelming himself with too much madness.

He felt like his thoughts were leaking out of his brain sometimes and it was a funny feeling as if they were literally… leaking… out.

He was finding it hard to focus on magic but the "Calm Emotions" spell was his best friend at this moment and he kept it up for as long as he could.

That was until he finally reached an edge.

The edge was overlooking a deep abyss that he felt unfathomable but as vision could help, the floating letters and words were coming together as if he was getting something out of this mess.

Should he read what it was trying to tell him?

Wouldn't it be a trap to make him even more stuck?

Neloth couldn't decide what to do so he gnashed his teeth and wandered off once again until he ran into a wall, a short wall that looked similar to these Nordic word walls which they use to record Dragon language on.

There, the letters that were floating started to form more elaborate sentences and some knowledge was coming forth steadily and slowly. Neloth wanted to avoid it too but at this point in time, he wasn't sure he could resist it anymore.

He has to read the words.

No, he doesn't have to.

But he has to.

No! He can't.

But he must!

He must?

Must he?

YES!

He must.

NO! No no no no no no no nononononononononono!

He… mustn't!

HE MUST!

HE!

MUST!

READ!

THE!

WORDS!

The words laid themselves bare for him, like a maiden of exquisite beauty, he can't resist her lure.

He wanted not to read but he must.

He wanted not to gaze but he must.

He wanted not to look but he must.

He wanted not to recognize the words but he must.

"He must! He reads the words! He witnessed the heart of the Apocrypha! The closely guarded secret of the Daedric Princes.

The Child!

He who slumbers, he who dreams, he who sees.

Hail to the Child!

Hail to the Unborn King!

Bane of the Dreamer!

Knower of Every Kalpa!

Hail Son of Mora!

Hail to the Forgotten who Never Forgets.

Hail Lord of Oblivion!

Hail Heir of all Princes!

Hail…"

*CRUSH*

And the wall was crushed under the mighty hand of the One.

It was there all along.

Neloth couldn't believe it.

The darkness was his, the terror was his, the sadness, the anger, the rage, the madness.

It was all his!

Neloth was simply the parasite here.

And he will be purged.

Neloth looked up and saw the fist of the Child of Hermaeus Mora rise up. It lightens the space with its aura as the words and letters scatter around frantically and it descends upon him and…

Silence!

Neloth was already closing his eyes but demise never came.

He opened them once again and all he could see was Lightning as a man stood behind him and held the giant fist up with his bare hands.

"Excuse him but you shouldn't have called." The naked man, who was clad in green ink and had a hole in his chest, said.

"J… Jon?" Neloth looked and couldn't believe what he saw.

"I am supposed to be but lucky for us, I am not Jon Dare at the moment." The man replied and looked up, "Let me put him back to sleep now."

The Child of Hermaeus Mora retreated his fist while looking down at the place where he hit.

His eyes were emitting fiery light as they started to multiply all across his octopus-like head and the tentacles of his face were acting ferociously.

At that moment, the man who was supposed to be Jon walked ahead.

"Hey, friend!" He smiled at the Child of Hermaeus Mora and asked, "Want me to sing you another lullaby?"

The furious atmosphere around the Child didn't retreat but he gave the man the opportunity to speak. There, he started singing a song with a tone that brings chills to whoever hears it despite its natural words. The Child of Hermaeus Mora calmed down and lowered his fist.

"Bal, Azura, Mora, and Dagon, Curse the bed that I lie on."

"Four corners to my bed, Four Deadras around my head."

"One to strangle and one to flay, And two to trap my soul away."

And Apocrypha went silent and calm.

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Chapitre 739: Failsafe

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Neloth had a lot of questions. His mind was racing, and he was having a hard time maintaining and organizing his thoughts.

"Jon Dare, what in all that is unholy did I just go through?" He asked with a mix of anger and impatience.

"Jon isn't here. I am sorry, but aside from basic knowledge and simple combat abilities, I don't know much." Jon, or the one who is supposed to be Jon, answered in a mysterious way.

"How?" Neloth was greatly bothered, "Who are you then?"

"I don't have a particular name, but Jon called me a Failsafe. I am designed to take over Jon's mind once Jon becomes a prisoner of Hermaeus Mora." The one who said it was Jon himself, in his flesh and blood, which made it twice as complicated for anyone to understand how this even happened.

"What? Failsafe? Designed?" Neloth was having a hard time getting this all into his head.

"Through intense and rigorous mental exercises, Jon Dare has split his personality to create me." Failsafe added.

"Wait, wait, hold on! Jon Dare managed to artificially create a dissociative identity and lock it in his mind as a countermeasure to protect his mind if it was to get invaded." Neloth asked like that is the most ridiculous thing he ever spoke.

"I am not an expert, but that sounds more like it." Failsafe replied in all honesty, "But to think the original me would have had this good of a friend who would risk life and limb to come and save him from literally the deepest pit in Oblivion, he would be incredibly touched."

"Hold on! Who said anything about friendship? I'm here by my own choice, not to save someone else. Who do you think I am?" Neloth replied with all his haughtiness.

"Actually, I haven't had the pleasure. Who are you?" But the reply that Failsafe had given him made him close his eyes and gnash his teeth.

"My name is Neloth, and I am a Great Wizard of House Telvanni." Neloth said and then added hastily, "And you shall address me as Master Neloth since I am your superior in seniority."

"Oh, a senior! I haven't realized it. Very well, Master Neloth, I'll be in your care." Failsafe said with an innocent smile that didn't fit this whole atmosphere.

"I… I am not coping with this any bit." Neloth looked at Failsafe and couldn't believe that this guy was actually Jon's safe mode.

He is too polite and too easy to talk to for the thug-like Jon.

"So, Master Neloth, where should we be heading?" Failsafe asked.

"That's… I was hoping you would shed some light on that situation yourself or… Nevermind." Neloth said and looked back: "You said this is the deepest pit in Oblivion, right?"

"I concluded that, yes." Failsafe replied and pointed backward, "I think to contain this manner of creature, only the deepest part of Apocrypha would suffice… Just a hunch, though."

"And a pretty good hunch at that." Neloth nodded.

Right now, the two of them were as far away from the creature that dwells in this deep level of Apocrypha as they possibly could.

"The Son of Hermaeus Mora… to think we would run into something like that." Neloth exhaled as he started racking his brain.

"It is a very powerful entity, but its weakness is sleep. For some reason, it can't resist it." Failsafe said.

"And how do you know that?" Neloth asked.

"I did my own research and manipulated some of its wild emotions. It is a very emotional creature whose ability to think is very different from our own." Failsafe replied.

"How so?"

"It unintentionally projects its thoughts outside its mind like signals. They are a bit like sounds, but once they surround someone, they lose the ability to reason. However, the sheer number of thoughts and the appearance of the creature itself are enough to drive any normal man insane."

Neloth heard what Failsafe said and almost quivered from worry. He held his own forehead as he looked down while struggling to come up with a plan.

"Did Jon Dare incorporate all his knowledge in you?" Neloth asked.

"Basic knowledge of Magic, Combat, and common things are embedded in my memory. As long as it is not the type of knowledge Hermaeus Mora is not obsessed with, I have it."

"Smart thinking." Neloth was impressed with the whole concept.

"Now we must get out of here. The sooner we get done, the better." Failsafe said.

"I agree. As I entered her by my own volition, I noticed that the way back to the surface of Apocrypha couldn't be up. The sea of ink would allow us in but not out." Neloth said and thought a little, "Maybe we should explore down there?"

Neloth was pointing at the endless abyss below the part they were standing on.

"Not a good idea at all. That place is so deep and so filled with deprived knowledge and memories that they start to turn into living animate things. You go down there, and I don't guarantee the safety of your mind." Failsafe said he pointed in the direction of the being called the Son of Mora, "That thing was born in that abyss, and its mind is just as twisted as the place down there."

The Son of Mora, now that it is mentioned again, made Neloth's body quiver from a strange repulsive feeling he couldn't explain.

"That Son of Mora, even after getting this far from him, I can feel my thoughts being contaminated with his." Neloth said, "How do you stay focused?"

"The best way to block those brain signals is to be mad yourself."

"Ah, fight fire with fire." Neloth smiled but he couldn't seem to be able to do it the Jon way.

"The best way to guarantee our safety would be to get out of here. Can you cast any magic that would make us travel far distances?" Failsafe asked.

"Not with this much mental interference."

"Then it would be in our best interest to keep moving." Failsafe decided on a direction to walk in first.

If Apocrypha was a nightmarish realm, the Depth of Apocrypha is the place where those nightmares are made. The environment around them was ever-changing and always unique. One would get lost if the places he passed through were similar to one another, but as every place they passed through was different from the others, it was simply impossible to be able to chart this place out.

Then Neloth started to come up with mad theories.

"What if it was that every place we pass through doesn't lead back to where we came from?"

"What if it were that every one of those places is a chapter in Apocrypha that Mora hasn't released just yet?"

"What if we are not in a material realm but rather in a mental one, like an ever-changing dream, and we are trapped in the head of the dreamer?"

"What if this place wasn't actually real and we faded from reality as…"

"Where do these what-ifs keep coming from?" Failsafe asked.

Neloth paused for a second before replying.

"I am a Telvanni Master Wizard. Do I have to explain how my superior thinking works?" Neloth asked.

"Actually…"

"Fine! But I'll only explain once." Neloth said and continued, "The whole place seems like a whirlpool of wild imaginations, mixed environments, and remnants of images captured by artistic minds…"

"I was saying…"

"… Since this is Apocrypha, we can think of its depth as a more profound place, but there will start to get things wrong. Apocrypha isn't meant to be a profound thought, but actually quite the opposite. A place where great thoughts die…"

"You see…"

"… And then, when you think about it, Hermaeus Mora likes to keep his victims from regaining their knowledge at all costs; that's why he has this son of his that carries the true essence of Oblivion, which causes forgetfulness and ignorance…"

"You are right."

"… and it must be… huh?"

Neloth had to take a second to realize that Failsafe was agreeing with him. He felt somewhat satisfied and nodded.

"Alright. Alright. I see that my genius has rubbed off on you." Neloth said without a shred of humility.

"Haha!" Failsafe laughed awkwardly,"It was just written with some of these floating characters near the abyss. Something about surrendering one's knowledge to where Oblivion ends and true oblivion begins."

"Oh… oooh… great! Right, not great, I mean!" Neloth couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that he wasted so much brain energy on one thing while it was already declared right out in the open.

"Actually, if you look that way..." Failsafe pointed with his index finger towards something behind Neloth.

Once Neloth turned, however, he could see nothing but darkness upon darkness. Still, this darkness started to gradually become seeable through, and something filled Neloth's vision to the point where it scared him.

"Motherfucker!" He cried out.

Behind him was the Son of Mora, who seemed unconscious as he stood submerged in the abyss, his consciousness calmer than before.

"I am not sure he is a mother fucker or has a mother to begin with."

"It's an insult!"

"Funny enough, he would have woken up if he understood it, so easy on the insults." Failsafe said.

Neloth felt light-headed for a bit but he started to contemplate this new mess they were in.

"So… I can't help but feel like we are in a nightmare." He said.

"Tried benching yourself?" Failsafe asked.

"You have no idea how many times I have." Neloth replied.

"So we are dreaming and in reality at the same time." Failsafe nodded as if he had figured it out.

"You mean like a Mental Space?" Neloth narrowed his eyes while trying to wrap his head around Falilsafe's rapid pace of thinking before finding the right word for this phenomenon, "A Dreamsleeve!"

"A Dreamsleeve?" Failsafe felt familiar with the word, but as he couldn't access Jon's memories to the full extent he needed, he waited for Neloth to explain.

"It is an obscure and rarely mentioned concept… widely misunderstood too. Two widely disparate functions have been ascribed to it, though they are not necessarily mutually exclusive. One has been mentioned as a method of communication that has been used to contact people across vast distances. Think of it as a conduit for sending special transmissions, used by magicians and Imperial clerks. To reach it, one must have at least part of their brain constantly meditating, as one aspect of the conduit is its ability to carry images of concepts not yet "real"."

"Well… I am not Jon so… I'll leave this brain stuff to the genius you." Failsafe said.

"Of course, it is a given for the genius me to know, but I must always explain it to lesser brains. You know how it goes." Neloth said to make sure to secure the credit before…

"I guess if we are in a Dreamsleeve, we can have some sort of influence on reality. Maybe… merge ourselves with the dream and then take control of it… just saying… You're the expert here." Failsafe said while looking around.

"That's madness! How do you possibly think of..."

Neloth was baffled by the idiocy he just heard, but he stopped talking and started thinking. Knowing Jon Dare, this man always has some sort of plan, and if Failsafe is like Jon, this may actually be doable.

"How do you think of the things I was just about to say?!" Neloth said, laughing to himself, "My genius is really rubbing off on you."

"It is possible only thanks to your guidance, senior." Failsafe replied with courtesy.

"Yes… Now, we need to figure out how to merge ourselves with this reality. It will require a lot of focus." Neloth said and started looking around for a place where he could shelter himself from the chaotic thoughts of the Son of Mora that were plaguing the atmosphere.

"He doesn't seem to have a hard time merging his thoughts with the dreamsleeve." Failsafe pointed at the sleeping Son of Mora.

"Huh?" Neloth couldn't get what Failsafe was trying to say.

"He's sleeping." Failsafe said, "Don't we just need to do the same as him?"

Neloth looked between Failsafe and the Son of Mora while realizing how good Jon's intuition was despite the lack of his magical knowledge at the moment.

"Yes… let's just… sleep…"

It didn't make sense to Neloth but soon he realized that in order to get away from the Dreamer, he needed to be a Dreamer as well.

Neloth and Failsafe laid down on the ground of this abyss and closed their eyes, ready to sleep. As sleep will leave their psyches lucid and vulnerable to all the thoughts in this space, they will have to mingle with things unknown to this world and face the primordial madness of things no one has ever experienced before.

That's their only way to escape.

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