Pretty much the core of this build, a great way to overhaul the perk system for a much more enjoyable experience than Vanilla. However, if you wish to have your Torch discover Meridia through humble beginnings, LAL is still a great way to start.
I very much enjoy the idea that the Dragonborn was created by Lorkhan himself, and that Meridia laid a curse upon his creation to create a Mer, an elf who despises Lorkhan for his trickery of the Aedra. Realm of Lorkhan - Freeform Alternate Start OR Alternate Start - Live Another Life Although quite the level investment, the playstyle of this build is tons of fun, allowing you to become a walking pillar of fire and light with a gorgeous blade of sun to compliment it. This build is not only an explosive and fun way to burn your enemies to a crisp, but an excellent story-driven build, which explores the relationship between Meridia and her champion. Bearing a flame in the left hand, and the mighty Dawnbreaker in the right, the Torch drives to cleanse Tamriel of the vile undead, allowing their spirits to finally rest. The Torch of Meridia carries the resolve to drive the darkness from Tamriel through the purging flames and cleansing light of the Lady of Infinite Energies, Meridia. No more screams, no more roars.just the crackling of a roaring fire, and the smell of burnt corpses. The vigilant turns, but before he can look upon his guardian angel once more, an explosion that rivaled the Blessed Crucible rocks the earth around him, and then silence. She marches towards the overrun Hall, carrying a blade of radiant energy, without any hesitation in her step. Until he sees her.Ī woman with eyes as black as night, yet warm as the morning sun. Collapsing into the snow, he begins to fade, his eyes heavy, and his lungs gasping for air. Out of the Hall he sprints, towards nowhere in particular, until he can run no more. He runs for his life, carrying nothing but his tome and Amulet.
The vampires were upon them, just as Isran said. Suddenly, a shadow descends from the mountain above, followed by the sound of a dozen footsteps, and the spray of blood against the wooden walls.Īn apprentice vigilant wakes to the scent of death and the sound of the screams of his brethren. Nothing is heard but the howling of the freezing wind. As the last vigilant closes his tome, he snuffs out the torches lining the hall, and retires to his quarters.
The sun sets over the Hall of the Vigilant as Stendarr’s acolytes finish their meals and prepare for their nightly prayers.
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