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‘The Blind Priestess’
Role in Story:
Recurring character who appears mysteriously to speak semi-incoherently about an apocalyptic prophecy in a far off kingdom.
Occupation:
Physical Description:
Personality:
Habits/Mannerisms:
Tendancy to foreshadow major events in the past/ future narrative of Nirn through veiled metaphors and incoherent ramblings.
Hyperactive and joyful
Eager to talk to strangers
Background:
Potential to be an ex-Moth Priestess, who has gained prophetic visions at the cost of her sight and a piece of her sanity.

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You, what are you? Please, take mother Mara's blessing to wash this unease away.

{What are you on about?}

Mother guides me to those flickering souls who are yet to cast themselves on the fire for tomorrows utopia, she sees in you potential, potential which can avert calamity.

I - her must devoted servant - need you to believe the goodness of your heart! In love!

{Stop with the incessant rambling and get to the point.}

[Mara takes over Priestess]

Forgive her beloved child of entropy, for all her conviction she only looks up, blind to those below the clouds which she wishes to ascend.

There is a terror, a terror of minds and ideas forming in the west, a congealing of antipathy and repressed hatred is nearing its sum.

 If this horror transpires then neither the restraints of distance or time will thwart the canker that will be birthed there. I make this plea to you, special child, mediate between opposites and seek resolution in the chaos.

I will help, whenever I can, but my light is weak. However even the faintest flame can act as a beacon against the background of a deep night - that flame will appear to you in a maze of dark when you need it most.

{Mara?! What is this?}

There is nothing to decipher, just take heed of these words; Go west and see, open those eyes and see that which belies its splendor; beset by men, gods kings and ideas, keep a clear eye.

Keep your head above water when you reach that realm, the tides of want can drown any who venture too far from the shore.

{What should I do then? You're still speaking in riddles!}

Huh? Sorry, ugh..... my head....

Seek out the venturing merchant, and depart for that realm, for all their sake.

{What did you mean in that rambling?}

If only I could tell you, my mind was beholden to something truly divine, so much so that I can't recall aught that I uttered.

However I have the image of the Reach from that possession, oh........... an incredibly irksome feeling........ maybe you can seek an answer by following the roads westward.

Maybe the same Merchant who carried us through that web of valleys can impart the same privilege on to you. Seek him out near Markarth if you will.

{Hello again}

Ah that voice! I remember you from my travels in Skyrim, how are you doing? Made any progress on mara's plea?

{I think so, I defeated an evil king who tried to take over High Rock!}

Good heavens! That sounds like an ordeal indeed, yet you triumphed over this bad man? Did you spare a prayer to Mara after the feat?

{Why would I thank her for something I did alone?}

Oh, I'm sorry you feel that way, Mara is a forgiving god, shame that I don't share her temperament. Please, if you can find any light in your heart, spare a prayer upon your next visit to any place of worship where her shrine resides.

I pray for good fortunes on your battles to come - Mara frowns on fighting of any sort, so I can only hope that those battles are only of the heart.

{I did, I hope Mara continues to bless me endeavors}

She certainly will, we are all her children - which is a burden to her wellbeing. A constant stream of tears runs down our mothers cheeks because of our constant struggle against each other.

Her children continue to fight and commit the most heinous acts upon themselves, I can only hope that we can reconcile our differences and enter her golden land of eternal peace. A realm of true love with no caveat.



[Misc Dialogue]

{Hello}

Mara's blessings.

Doing well?

Hello?

{Goodbye}

Good fortunes on your travels.

Bless you.

{Player pushes priestess}

Ugh, please be careful!

Oof..

{Player attacks Priestess}

Please, stop!

Help!

Mara, help me!

{Priestess dying}

Mara?! Is this my time?

{Priestess dies}

I'm sorry.....

{Priestess watches people fighting}

Halt this madness at once!

You shame Mara!

{Priestess sees friend die}

How could you! Mara, save us.