Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200130020211/@comment-5543592-20200131044910

Diagna paced across the sky, looking down at the world.

He watched as the Covenant plodded their way across Tamriel, step by step, inch by inch. The Svilnar episode was the most recent he found curious. Who would have thought a several thousand year old vampire would be quietly living as a librarian in northern Cyrodiil? Certainly not Diagna. Omnipotent did not mean omniscient (Diagna wasn’t either, but he did his best to keep up the appearance).

“You do have a penchant for getting into trouble, don’t you?” He remarked, echoing out through eternity. “All these adventuring sorts do. It’s an endearing and reoccuring trait, persistence in anyone of their type.” He spoke to no one more than himself. Diagna talked to himself often. He had spent long swaths of his existence in total and complete isolation. Insanity was not something he could fall into. But loneliness, boredom. Both were traps he was susceptible to.

He paced further across the world. The influence and wrath of the Daedra appeared as giant, hazy scars. Whole swaths that lay outside Diagna’s control. It would be very dangerous for him to intervene in such places, although he did nudge things left and right again.

Clodagh drowning outside Anvil, for instance. He couldn’t have let that happen, no sir. Diagna was a responsible deity. Other gods, their worshippers worshipped, and all they did was listen. Maybe hand out a magic baby here and there.

Diagna was about action. It was in his nature, but also his character. Years of living in close proximity to the mankind had humanized him. He saw the issues of the world much as they did.

He passed over the Imperial City, with its inner turmoil and delicate struck balance of power. To Elinhir, fighting for its identity. Beyond, to Corten Mont, to his city. And further still. The ocean passed beneath him in a single stride. He stood over the shattered, cluttered islands that had once been his homeland. It was good to remember the place you came from and not to forget the people who made it what it was.

Yokuda was destroyed, but the essence of what it had been lived on.

He was back over Cyrodiil in a moment.

The Covenant continued to move further, now into Morrowind. A lot hinged on them, but as much as they knew. The fate of the world wasn’t some grand guess, it was easy to see when stakes were at their highest. Diagna was confident they would persevere, in some measure. The alternative would be to expect the total and complete annihilation of the current world order. And Diagna had worked very hard to see that not happen to give up now.