Telling A Bosmer Mother Her Daughter Is Dead

Langwen went back outside, enjoying the fresh crisp and cold mountain air of the Reach, compared with the musty tincture and ichor infused air inside Bthardamz. Peryite was a Daedric Prince after all, and Daedric Princes do not take kindly to being disobeyed. Taking a deep breath, she focused her senses and started looking for Glaewil, repeating silently in her head the Daedric Lord's words.

Bosmer were very are in this area and one wearing a blue peasant's dress would be even rarer outside the cities and settlements. Langwen's keen nose caught the smell of nightshade and lavender, the offerings to Peryite, but more than that she smelled fresh blood and ran as fast as she could in that direction, which took her to the carved pillar shrine of Peryite where she saw Glaewil fallen down, a massive bloodstain nearby, her face frozen in a serene smile of acceptance or satisfaction. She appeared sleeping and in a beautiful dream.

Oddly enough, Glaewil's dress wasn't stained by blood or ripped which would mean she wasn't attacked by an animal. That would leave only one suspect...The Thalmor, ruling body of High Elf wizards in the Summerset Isles whom Glaewil has rightfully described as spiritually and morally dead, bankrupt, morally insane and power-mad. She saw through their lies from the very beginning...thus earning their everlasting hatred. Langwen sobbed hysterically as it dawned on her what the Thalmor did...they cut Glaewil's wrists and forcibly drained her of blood, causing heart failure. Worst of all, they were wearing Amulets of Stendarr, the God of Mercy, Justice and Forbearance when they did this, so as not to be seen from The Pits, the plane of Oblivion ruled by Prince Peryite. The Daedric Prince spoke, this time in a fit of rage and fury:

"-Thalmor SCUM. Look what they have done to my Wood Elf pet. Why did you not find her faster, Langwen, so that you may have prevented this? A burden for you to carry...in your case for all eternity. Not only did they kill my loving worshipper...their leader worships My rival, My brother Molag Bal, Kin-Father of Vampires, Lord of Schemes, Lord of Domination, King of Rape, Brutality and cruelty. Arrange for Glaewil's body to be taken to Valenwood for burial and then find the Thalmor and their leader and cut every one of them to pieces. I want their blood spilled on the ground like rainwater." Peryite commanded in a roar of fury. Langwen herself cleaned the body and dressed it the cleaned, crisp blue dress of a Nord/Norse farm-girl before immersing it in a large vat of honey, so that it will arrive in Valenwood perfectly preserved.

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