![]() She speaks to select mortals in their dreams, listening to them when they speak and comforting them when they're upset. Nocturnal uses mortal emotion to her advantage, using kindness and empathy to draw in the vulnerable. Nocturnal's Earl from the time of the Daedric Triad came to serve her this way. Lonely individuals who are within proximity of Nocturnal's adherents may begin to dream about Evergloam and hear her voice in their head if she notices them. Others are drawn into her service through subtle, but not wholly unkind manipulation. To understand Nocturnal is to negate her, and the Daedric Prince is not simply going to pull back her shroud of darkness to reveal her intentions to anyone. Though they strive to understand her, Nocturnal's true purpose eludes them, and attempting to understand the Daedric Prince is a futile task. Some worshipers find Nocturnal mystifying. One of Nocturnal's devoted followers, transformed into a Gloam Knight They give her offerings in the hope that she'll send her crows to watch over them. Nocturnal is seen by the Reachfolk as an ever-watchful spirit that has guarded them since the beginning. Some such groups include the Nightingales, a trio of mortals bound to protect the Ebonmere within the Twilight Sepulcher. Some worship her as thieves, and see her as the patron of all thieves. Nocturnal's servants come in a variety of flavors. Noctra is still acknowledged by some Khajiit following the Riddle'Thar Epiphany. Summoning Noctra for nefarious acts is dangerous, as she brings the Dark with her. She also protects those who walk in the shadows. What resulted from this interaction was Noctra willing to offer aid to the Khajiit when called, and so tribes may ask her for luck, and darkness to hide them and the gift of silent movement. However, Noctra is rebellious by nature, so she fled to the Void with a key she stole from Azurah, leading her to send the spirit of Lorkhaj to find Noctra. Azurah allowed Noctra to live so long as she served Azurah and her chosen people, the Khajiit. Boethra battled the spirit until it knew it was not Namiira, and when the fighting subsided, Noctra was brought before Azurah to be judged. Subsequently after the death of Lorkhaj, the spirit Noctra was born of this black blood at the steps of the Void Gate. During the cleansing of Lorkhaj's corruption, Azurah observed his Dark Heart beating like a drum, with each throb spewing out black blood that tapped the floor to form a rhythm. ![]() Ī deity known as Noctra exists in ancient Khajiiti mythos. Nocturnal's enemies are Ebonarm, Meridia, Mehrunes Dagon, and Azura. Nocturnal's summoning day is the 3rd of Hearth Fire, although she may be summoned at any time at a shrine dedicated to her. Nocturnal is associated with, and often depicted alongside, jet-black ravens and crows, which are said to possess the ability to speak. Hermaeus Mora is similarly called an Ur-Daedra who is "elder than Ada". Nocturnal herself claims that "before Oblivion, there was Nocturnal". While this belief conflicts with Nocturnal's claim over the title, it does complement her claim that she is part of the original void, in that she came from the black blood of the Dark Heart of Lorkhaj, which is a piece of "primal Void". The title was also used by ancient Khajiit to describe Namiira, the Eldest Spirit. The most prestigious title Nocturnal goes by is the title of Ur-dra, which implies that she is the "eldest and most powerful of the Daedric Princes", and is a title which the Imperial Geographical Society claims nearly all the Royalty of Oblivion recognize. She is also known as the Mistress of Shadows, the Unfathomable Mistress of Shadows, the Shadow Thief, the Unfathomable, the Empress of Murk, the Shadow Queen, the Shadowy Hag (while donning her cowl), the Lady of the Twilight the Daughter of Twilight, the Lady of Shadows, the Mistress of Mystery, the Mother of Shadows, Lady Luck, the Night Mistress, the Prince of Night and Darkness, and the Saint of Suspicion. Nocturnal is a Daedric Prince, or "Daedric Princess", whose sphere is the night and darkness. Blind, so blind, to nothing but Her will." I'm caught in the darkness, tar which clings to my clothes. No tune, no music, but whispers set to rhythm. "The singing remains, but the song is gone.
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