There seems to be some problem with time and space here.
——4E, 201, Hearth Moon, 20th, 18:00——
Mercer Frey is a Breton man. Although it cannot be seen from his appearance, he actually has one-third high elf blood. If you combine his half-elf father who is a bard and his
The story between the mother, who was born into a Brighton merchant family, was compiled into a book that could probably fill a large bookcase.
Mercer's most common identity when he went out was that of a bard, and he could sing two verses quite beautifully. This was influenced by his father, and his shrewd mind and keen vision naturally came from his mother's teachings.
Due to his bloodline, his lifespan is several times that of a pure-blooded human, and his appearance also ages more slowly. Therefore, when he joined the Skyrim Thieves Guild, neither the mentor he introduced nor the other guild masters could have imagined that this leader would
The young man with a green face came with the purpose of stealing the power of the devil from the beginning.
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"Ah!" Mercer suddenly turned around, and the long sword in his palm stabbed a translucent "Nightingale" ghost. The ghost struggled for a moment, turned into a fragile ice sculpture, and then shattered into pieces, although it was originally supposed to be
It shows a light blue color that symbolizes the power of the soul, but because we are in the "Twilight Passage" (Ebonmere) at this moment, we can only see a pale white color from it.
"Ah... he, is he dead?" Behind him, the imperial princess whom Mercer abducted asked. Although she looked quite frightened, she still tried to keep a close distance from him - before she came in,
Those words are still somewhat useful.
"He's not dead, but he won't appear for a while." Mercer replied casually and continued walking along the original path.
Although they seemed to be destroyed and disappeared, Mercer knew very well that these former "nightingales" only needed to wait for a while before they could be reborn in the "Ebony Swamp", the annihilation field of [Nocturnal], and continue to be confused.
Guard this "Twilight Passage".
As the name suggests, the "Twilight Passage" is a road that leads directly to Nocturnal's realm [Eternal Dusk]. Although it looks like a strange stone tomb in black and white, it originally had no fixed shape.
This "passage" is dotted with torches, magic stone lamps, and even blazing bonfires and smoldering fire pits. Logically speaking, this place should be illuminated as if it were noon, but all light sources are suppressed to a certain extent by the thick darkness.
Within the range, it is completely unable to illuminate further, so in this stone tomb, a strange situation is formed where light and shadow are separated out of thin air in an unobstructed place.
To become a nightingale, you must avoid various mechanisms and successfully reach the [Nocturnal] altar at the end under the interference of these lights and shadows, and choose the three powers of "New Moon", "Half Moon" or "Full Moon"
one.
The "skeleton key" that can open all the locks in the world was originally inserted on the altar. After the first person to arrive turns it, the trial will end and the winner will be rewarded, and everyone except the winner will
After being teleported out, if the Mr. Champion is lucky, he may also see the true form of Ms. [Nocturnal].
Crack! Mercer swung his sword again, this time with the "Nightingale Sword" surrounded by black mist. The ghost of the nightingale who was hit let out a silent scream and disappeared in the air.
The left hand is the "Chillrend" with the power of ice, and the right hand is the "Nightingale Sword" surrounded by shadows. This is Mercer's standard configuration when fighting. The mysterious swordsmanship plus the mixed damage of ice and shadows
, always makes people hard to guard against. Although Nocturnal did not take back the sword and his ability to "change himself" for some purpose, Mercer would not be more grateful to him for this - in his
After my mother was deceived by a certain demon.
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Mercer has a long life with only one-third elf blood, so his father, who is a half-elf, is naturally more difficult to age. Shortly after giving birth to Mercer, his mother became aware of the longevity issue in this relationship.
This problem is not without precedent in the world of Nirn. Most of the time, one partner with a short lifespan dies first, and the other half who is left behind either eventually walks out of the relationship and pursues happiness again, or ends up alone, and suicide in love rarely occurs.
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Mercer's mother judged with the shrewdness of the Brighton businessman that her lover was willing to accompany her until death, but with his romance as a bard, she would soon be forgotten, and at most the relationship between the two would be forgotten.
The story was made into a song and sung, and it was impossible for her as a human to occupy the entire life of a half-elf whose lifespan was often close to a thousand years.
If a human wants to become a long-lived species, generally speaking, there are only two ways to transform into a werewolf or a vampire. If you master the magical power, you can also try to transform into a harpy witch. Obviously Mercer's mother is just an ordinary human and has neither magical power.
Nor do I want to become those two inhuman races with serious flaws.
As for what method she finally chose to achieve her goal, Mercer and his father had no way of knowing, because she disappeared one day without any warning, leaving no traces behind except the period before she disappeared.
I feel very good as if I have achieved my wish.
Then, just as she always said, Mercer's father left her behind in the blink of an eye. After confirming that Mercer could stand on his own feet, he continued to be his bard. Now he has wandered to Tamari.
Which corner of the continent?
If the condition of the deal between Mercer's mother and the devil was that he would never forget her, then there is no doubt that it was successful. Without being able to accurately obtain the life and death of his wife, the bard has never been able to remember her for so many years.
Starting a new relationship and refusing to approach any woman who admired him has become a legend in the bard world.
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"Huh-huh-"
Mercer dragged the "princess" through the shadows, avoiding many nightingale ghosts that emerged to attack, and finally passed through this winding path of intertwined light and shadow. The ghosts retreated hesitantly and gradually disappeared.
This is the miserable soul under the control of the devil. It has no self, even life and death are controlled, and all actions are determined by the other person's thoughts.
Stealing the [Skull Key] and [Star of Azura], and looking for the imperial princess with the "god-killing" characteristic. Although this series of actions seems to be to deal with [Nocturnal], it is actually just Mercer.
He is using his life to test whether he can make the devil fall with his mortal body.
Since we can't confirm which demon god deceived our mother and took her away, why not just kill all the demon gods? There are only sixteen in total, which is not too much, right?
The "Skull Key" can open and close this passage from the realm of annihilation to the present world. During the years when he took the key, [Nocturnal] could neither interfere with the present world nor be affected by the beliefs of the present world. If
If the predictions are correct, he can at most use his wandering faith to condense an incarnation of low strength. The kind that will dissipate with a little use of divine power cannot prevent him from reaching the end of the passage.
——18:00——
"By the way, how are you going to get through this place? You just rushed in without thinking about it. Light and shadow can't do it."
Parathos frowned and looked at the old corridor in front of him. This long stone natural cave was completely closed and had no lighting, but there were strangely mottled lights and shadows interlacing in the air. Parathos thought for a moment,
He took out a glove and stretched it towards those lights and shadows.
Just for a moment, the surface of the leather glove that was illuminated by the light turned black and began to smoke, as if it had been set on fire, while small holes appeared in the areas shrouded in darkness as if it had encountered something corrosive.
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"Could it be that they didn't pass by here?" Parasos quickly threw away his scrapped gloves and tried to observe the ground, but the stone surface was rough and not dusty, making it impossible to judge at a glance.
Not long ago, he, the princess and Xiaofan chased Mercer Frey to the entrance of the "Temple of Dusk". They watched the other party open a door of light and directly led Eddie in. Then the door of light began to shrink rapidly, completely
I didn't have time to think too much and rushed in immediately.
The result is this dilemma.
"Hey, maybe the random guesses we made before are the truth." Xiaofan looked at it for a while, picked up the "Dawn Breaker" and waved it forward tentatively. The long sword passed by, and the shadows seemed to be alive and moved to the other side.
retreat.
"...Hmm, light and shadow?" Emil said to himself, and took out the ebony dagger and waved it towards the other side of where Xiaofan was standing. This time, it was the light that was driven away.
After the two girls each wielded their weapons for a moment, the corridor had completely changed. One left and right were black and white, and a narrow strip of gray light appeared in the middle.
"This... okay." Parasos watched the princess and Xiaofan walking on the path of shadow and light without any sign of being attacked, so he sighed and also set foot on the narrow path of light.
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——18:00——
"Speaking of which, what should we do now?"
After the white light faded, a group of seven people who were originally in the Nightingale Hall found themselves in a strange and large cave. The cave was very dim, and in front of them was a giant statue of Lady [Nocturnal]. On both sides of the statue
Each has a torch to provide weak illumination, and in front of the statue is a simple altar, with a line of words "Sacrifice the lady's favorite thing" engraved in relief on the front.
"A lady's favorite thing?" Sylvia was the first to react: "Is it...money?"
She took out a few gold coins and threw them on the altar, but there was no movement on the altar.
"Maybe it's glory, loyalty or strength?" Gallus frowned, took out the dagger he carried and placed it on the altar, but there was no response either.
"My favorite..." Illya rolled her eyes, and suddenly raised her hand and threw out two ice blades to extinguish the torches. The illumination provided by them disappeared instantly with weak light.
Boom boom boom - Before anyone could question Illya's actions, the statue of the lady shimmered and began to rotate in place. The ground around it began to sink in a spiral shape as it rotated, forming a ring.
ladder.
"Hey hey hey~ (Heart)" Cicero's voice seemed quite strange in the darkness: "It seems that the thing that 'Ms. Night' likes the most is 'darkness'."
