Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170228220646/@comment-3293219-20170228223941

Kandera sat at her desk, hunching over a well-furnished room as she jutted down in a ledger of some sorts. She found herself working in a form of trance, a zone that she reached when she had been working long enough.

It took so long for her to get where she is that she couldn’t afford to lose sight of her stock now, she needed to know how many parts she had, both machine and human and she needed to know if they could be assimilated easily or if she’d have to put them aside for later.

They were like her people in many ways, both driven and impressively intimidating. It already felt as if they were alive again, she felt the warm glow of her people as she held the hands of the reanimated corpses. She watched flesh and bone fuse with mechanics and become one, a step up from Necromancy as this was truly a way to keep them human… for most intent and purpose anyway.

No… it wasn’t good enough, no matter how much she tried to make it good, they weren’t fully there yet. She did know that despite their grotesque appearance and rather simple thought capabilities, that they beat the heart of a Dwemer.

Right now, they seemed so… distant from what they should but equally as similar, it was maddening for someone so desperate. For hundreds of years, she’d gone without looking onto the face of one of her own, without hearing their songs or stories.

She forgot what they sounded like…

Why did he have to do this to himself? Twist himself into a machine, a cold, lifeless machine? HOW did he do it? If only he could do it to others, bring her people back to life in some shape or form…

The Skingrad captives would have to do, she’d make major strides with them, major strides indeed. She just needed a few hours to prepare her notes and then she’d get to work. It was emotionally draining, extracting the souls, sitting with the captured, holding their hands, telling them what she felt would comfort them before trapping their souls…

She had to look at every one like they were the first she’d killed, like she didn’t want them to die and the truth couldn’t be any further away. What right did they have to live, when she was the last of her kind? Surely the life of a plentiful race should be sacrificed to revive a dead one, it seemed like a necessary sacrifice but she knew that she wouldn’t be congratulated by anyone or cheered by the world of man for bringing back the greatest tech builders in Tamrielic history.

She didn’t care what those naysayers said, they didn’t understand. It’s easy to tell someone to die alone if you’re surrounded by millions of your own kind.

If there’s no one to live for, then what is the point of living?

The door clicked and swung open, it was hit rather heavily as the one who entered seemed to be too tall for it and too strong as well. He marched into the room, a golden giant, fifteen or so feet tall, built up like a Dwarven Centurian, only more human-like.

“Matriarch.” He began, starting with her title, like a good soldier would.

“Our operation in Skingrad was a failure, no citizens were captured. Twenty units were destroyed, no survivors.” He stated, in his heavy metallic voice.

Kandera looked around and backed out from under her desk, her golden chair hovered away from it, turning her around to face her subordinate as she backed up, so that she could fully face him.

“The Dwemer were… killed?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes, all of them. I didn’t send re-enforcements, my assessment detected a low probability of success.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Y-Yes… You were wise to do that, Amzdel.” She admitted, sighing heavily as she fell back into her chair and rubbed her eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">As she sat back, Amzdel got a better look at her. She was quite old at this point, once young and so full of life. A life squandered on an eternity of being alone…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Have you… established causation?” She asked, opening her yellow eyes again and glancing up to the machine before her, expecting more bad news.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes, several unknown variables. A group of combatants crushed our invaders, I estimate around six of them worked together to bring them down. Damage assessment indicates use of powerful Pyro attacks and use of the Thu’um.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hmm… This is either a coincidence or…” She paused, were they some sort of professional team? Some sort of… special force? Did the Emperor have agents, who were powerful enough to wipe out an army of her people or were they just hapless travellers.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do you… Recognise them? From your adventuring days?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Negative.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Any connection?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“None, found connections to Belwen Oakvale, the rest are lost or unknown.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Kandera nodded, wondering if this was connected to those two people who Amzdel babbled about, when she first found him. He was chest deep in sea water, demanding to see someone for assistance, when he came too, he said they were friends, long since lost to him…

<p class="MsoNormal">She knew the feeling too well…

<p class="MsoNormal">She had hoped that his worldly connections would be an advantage but sadly they were out dated by the best part of a century. It figured… she wasn’t sure if she knew Amzdel, long ago… before their people vanished or died out. There were a lot of Dwemer back then, afterall.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Please… I need to look into this, could you find out what you can and keep me posted.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Affirmative.” The mechanical giant said before turning around and stomping towards the door, leaving Kandera to her work.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Golden chair hovered back to her table, elegantly sliding underneath it as it put her back into position for writing on it once more, however, she didn’t exactly feel like writing. She placed her arms across it and rested her head in them and proceeded to use the familiar sedative of misery to get to sleep.