Julian

The player walks into a tavern to find 2 patrons arguing, one Redguard, and one Altmer. 

(The Redguard, lines in blue, is an aspect of Mara, the Altmer, Julianos)

 

Int – Scene at Winking Skeever

 

You’re wrong, you know. Not only wrong, but tragically so.

 

Oh, save the lecture for someone foolish enough to believe it. There is no greater pursuit in this world. 

 

And where has it gotten you? I almost feel like you’re proving my point.
But fine, humor me. What gifts does your knowledge and wisdom provide?

 

Wisdom can expand one’s mind as vast as the night sky.

 

But what is the sky without the stars to shine it? Love is the thing. It will always be the thing.

 

Fleeting, fickle, and forgotten. That is love’s destiny. No one knows how to make love stay. Not even you.

 

At this point, the player and Mara go into dialogue. She asks him, what is more powerful, love or wisdom.

 

The following happens if the player chooses wisdom.

 

Wisdom.
So you’re taking his side? You really must believe it’s true if you’re willing to stomach his gloating.

 

Oh, don’t be a sore loser. Unlike some people, this stranger doesn’t let emotion cloud their judgment. 

 

Tell me, what form of wisdom do you favor most?

The power gained from magic, alchemy and enchanting.

A good choice. Just as the carpenter has his hammer, we too have our tools.

Learning the secrets of the gods.

Ah, to translate the transmundane. A noble goal, and I salute you.

The wisdom to know when to walk away from an argument.

And why would I walk away from certain victory?

I don’t know, I picked it on a whim.

Well, as they say, true wisdom is in knowing nothing. And you just may have that market cornered.

Well, I’m glad my colleague here has a someone who shares his interests. Hopefully that’s the extent of it.
Still, I don’t think this necessarily settles things. After all, I can just as easily find someone in this tavern who would agree with me as well.

 

After more dialogue with Mara, the player is asked to help settle their wager by meeting a man on an island and solve his dilemma.

This next portion of dialogue is if you click on Julian.

Greets

She’s always been a stubborn one. Never listens to reason.
I wouldn’t deign to speak to her at all, if I didn’t so enjoy being proven right.

Who are you two?
You might say we’re travelers. A more discerning mind would see our robes and call us scholars.

How long are you staying here?
We don’t plan on staying for more than a fortnight, perhaps a month at the most.
It’s mostly my partner’s doing. Rarely does a place hold her attention for long.

What can you tell me about this man you want me to help?
That he doesn’t need any help. He was just fine when we found him, and will remain so as long as he stays.

 

int – winking skeever 

during the quest, the player will get knocked out. Before they wake up, they find themselves back at the inn, lying on the ground, but can hear Mara and Julianos arguing still

 

How do you think our friend is faring? Personally, I’d say things are going exactly as I predicted.

 

Oh please. He hasn’t even met the man and you’re already claiming victory.
(alt) She hasn’t even met the man and you’re already claiming victory.

 

You forget, more time works in my favor, not yours.

 

All I’m saying is, nothing is over until a decision is made.

 

Fine, in the meantime, let’s order another drink.

 

Post-Quest

The player returns from a long journey, to find the 2 at the inn.

As there are 2 endings, the lines are different depending on the player choices, denoted with an (alt)

 

You can’t possibly claim victory, given what happened.

 

Why not? Clearly it was love that drove the choices here.

 

Not in the slightest. They offered the Elf up because it was the logical decision to save the many over the few.

 

His sacrifice was driven by love.

 

(alt) They let the ghosts in the village die and prioritized their own safety.

 

(alt) Because they loved each other.

 

No, it was simply the wise thing to do.

 

Well, let’s see what our friend has to say first.

 

(player talks to Mara)

 

What drove this outcome in the end? Was it the heart, or the mind? Love, or logic?

 

The heart.
Well, there you have it. I win.

 

I demand a best two out of three. One incident is obviously not a large enough sample size.

 

Oh will you just admit you lost. It’s only a drink.

 

And you will likely choose the most expensive option on the menu.

 

Of course. But only because I know it’ll hurt you more if I do.

 

(this is a groan so doesn’t have to be “ugh”)
Ugh.

 

The mind.
Then as much as I hate to say it, I concede.

 

Oh, how I’ve wanted to hear those words from your lips for so long. You owe me a drink.

 

Does it have to be now? You’re insufferable when drunk.

 

It will be at a time and place of my choosing. The wiser course is to wait, and let you stew in your defeat.

 

(Groan)

As for you, you deserve a reward as well. Here.
Gold, after all, is the most practical of all gifts. Spend it wisely, as I would.

 

POST-QUEST HELLO

Wisdom and wit claim victory once again. When will people learn that emotion is a weakness?

 

(alt)
Clearly this experiment was tainted. The next one will have far less variables.

 

Three Skulls

SKULL IN BLACK, CRANIUM IN GREEN, BONE IN BLUE

player pulls lever that starts spikes

Skull: Well, that’s obviously not going to work.

 

1.Bone: Why not? Seems like if there’s a gate, pulling the lever would open it.

 

2. Skull: If that were the case, why have a gate at all? The lever is a decoy.

 

3.Cranium: First of all, it’s not a gate, it’s a portcullis. Second, the gate did open. But the lever is just the first step. 

 

 

How do I get past the gates?

Skull: I can’t tell you. Well, that’s not true, more like, I don’t want to tell you. None of us do. That would be boring.

4. Skull: But I’ll give you a clue. The answer is hot.

 

5. Bone: Are you talking about being burned at the stake? I think that’s how I died. At the stake.

 

 

 

How is it you can talk?
Well, there’s a question. Are you sure we can talk? Are you sure you just aren’t going mad?

Cranium: I’m sorry but madness is not a proper diagnosis. Any alchemist will tell you that.

 

6. Skull: If they’re not mad, what are they?

7. Bone: Oh, I know the answer to this one. They’re a person.

 

Skull: True enough. I stand corrected.

 

player opens gate

8. Skull: They did it! They opened the way!

 

Cranium: Well, it’s about time someone did.

Bone: I’m just excited to finally see the other side of this gate.

Skull: I just remembered something. We can’t cross the gate. We don’t have legs.

Bone: Oh right. Now I’m sad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hethena

Memory 1 (hethena and husband)

So Lisra was telling me about her ancestors, and it’s really quite fascinating. You can actually trace her lineage back to the written stories about Saint Ylldra.

Mm-hm.

It’s funny how oral histories can sometimes be more accurate than written documents.
Although it only works if someone is willing to listen to them. Which you clearly aren’t doing right now.

That’s very nice dear.

Aras!

Oh, I’m sorry. I just got caught up in this riddle the alchemist wrote me.

Well, it’s not just this time. Lately you don’t seem…present.

I’m here, love. Just help me solve this blasted thing, it’s holding my entire mind prisoner.

Is that your excuse now? This itty-bitty piece of paper has slain the Scourge of Illiac Bay?

It has indeed. But solve it, and I’ll be free to give you all my attention.

So you say.

Scene where she’s mad, mumbling to herself

The village exists in pairs. Every living has a dead, a longing, a regret. We are drawn to our other halves, and they are drawn to us. The island, Ylldraheim, brings us together.

Death must have its flesh. So it rots the world around us, so that we might live.

You’re here now, aren’t you child? If you want to see, look through the eyes of the dead.

 

Scene between Hethena, Lisra and Nifram(bard)

I’ve brought you a book.

You’ve brought me a book.

(looks at it)
The Stories of Saint Ylldra, volume three. Every Elf descended from that prisoner ship knows the story. But I don’t understand. What’s this about?

I found the pendant. The one Nifram made to trap Saint Ylldra’s soul.

You found a centuries old pendant. Just lying around the well, I assume.

No, it was in Saint Ylldra’s coffin.

What?

Don’t worry, she’s not really in there. Her real body is buried elsewhere.

This is insanity. One long march to madness. And you’re the drummer.

Excuse me, I just wanted to check in and see if you needed anything.

Thank you lad, but we’re fine.

Okay, well, let me know if you do.

Sweet kid.

Never mind the bard, why are you doing this? What’s the endgame?

How are you feeling, by the way? Everything all right, health wise with the baby?

Stop deflecting.

I’m not deflecting. I’m making a point. You’re pregnant. That’s how I know you’re not one of them.

I don’t follow.

Life can’t come from death. I think Ylldra knew this. She was barren and it never made sense to her why.
And when she found out the truth, she laid herself to rest, and finally found peace.

This is heresy.

It’s the truth. And the proof is in this skull.

I’ve always wondered why you keep that with you. I thought it was some warrior you bested in battle. But whose skull is it really?

My husband’s. My real husband, the one who died at sea.

I thought you two were stranded here together.

I thought so myself, for a time. Something about this island makes you forget.
But I couldn’t let go of the image of us teetering in the storm, and his head striking the mast.

My heart tells me my love is alive, that I should wrap him in my arms and thank the gods for this gift.
But my mind…my mind knows he died on the deck of that ship. And I buried him the day we came ashore.

By Ylldra…

It wasn’t until years later that I had the courage to dig him up. And when I saw the place where the mast struck him, I knew.

So who is the man I said hello to this morning? If not a mortal, then what is he?

I don’t know, but the answers are in Ylldra’s tomb. We just have to find it.

Hethena, you know I’m with you. I always have been. But what about your child?

To be honest, I don’t know if she’s one of them. I can’t remember what happened to her.
But my heart tells me she’s another ghost, and I’m clinging to a past that I’ve already lost.

Even if she is, you can’t just abandon her.

I wouldn’t be. Not if she’s dead. Sometimes the best thing a mother can do is let go.

I’m sorry to interrupt again, but are you sure you two don’t need anything?

We’re fine. Thank you.

(end memory)