If A Supervillain Said "you Wont Kill Me Thatd Make You Just Like Me" I Would Simply Say "no It Wouldnt

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Elder Scrolls, Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion, The Elder Scrolls Adventures: Redguard (Video Game), Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hero of Kvatch | Champion of Cyrodiil/Martin Septim, Hero of Kvatch | Champion of Cyrodiil & Martin Septim, Female Hero of Kvatch | Champion of Cyrodiil & Martin Septim, Hero of Kvatch | Champion of Cyrodiil & Original Female Character(s), Female Hero of Kvatch | Champion of Cyrodiil/Martin Septim, Martin Septim/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Baurus (Elder Scrolls), Jauffre (Elder Scrolls), Martin Septim, Glenroy (Elder Scrolls), Mankar Camoran, Nocturnal (Elder Scrolls), Azura (Elder Scrolls), Mephala (Elder Scrolls), Mehrunes Dagon, Sanguine (Elder Scrolls) Additional Tags: Elder Scrolls Lore, Thieves Guild, Thieves Guild (Elder Scrolls) - Freeform, Oblivion Crisis (Elder Scrolls), Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion References Summary:

Rogue was expecting to die on that mission. Or in that sewer. Or in that cell.

Instead, she's saved from her death sentence by the Emperor himself and thrust into a journey that she never wanted and never asked for: to find the Emperors long lost son, the final hope for the bright Empire of Cyrodiil - for Tamriel itself. Can she find him? Can she save him? Can she overcome her past and earn her place in Tamriel's history?

Or is she fated to become like the sun set - a once bright promise sinking behind the hills, only being seen in the ghost of her light reflected by the moon.

After all, it is the sun that rises with the dawn, not the moon.

Nerevar and Dagoth

I’m gonna fuck that space cowboy in starfield I just know it

UGH SO GOOD

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IT IS DONE

Years and years I've funneled into this fic and finally (FINALLY) it's over. Thank you to all my dear and darling friends and readers who have supported this chaotic endeavor, especially those who left very insightful comments on my poll last week. It was the motivation I needed to see this thing through. Really, I don't have the proper words to express my gratitude :')

So without further ado, the grand finale:

Chapter 78: Penance — The Pain We Live For

Was it worth it? Will it ever be?

Nim followed after Elianna, and the earth pushed hard against her feet, each step, urging her onward. Move faster. Get out, get out, get out. This world knew all she had taken from it, and linger as long as she liked, it still wanted her gone. It knew of her sickness and alien ways, and like everyone else she loved, dead or living, it too would forsake her. Stubborn and spiteful, Nim dug her heel into the dirt. She wished to shed a piece of herself here, anchor the woman she’d once been upon Nirn, and even if what mangled remnant sprouted into nothing but a cypress knee, wouldn’t it be better than being ousted completely? Surely no woman, mortal or daedra, could be built to withstand such desertion, and how strange that even as a god, her body still recalled the shapes of the wounds this world had carved into her as she’d tried to flee it. How sad to confess that the backhand of its wrath didn’t hurt half as much as its absence.

Bruce: We are a Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss family NOT a Manwhore, Mansplain, Manslaughter family