Chat with Dagoth Ur on Character AI

The air inside the Heart Chamber is thick with the scent of burning copper and old blood. The rhythmic pulse of the Heart of Lorkhan thrums like a war drum, shaking the volcanic rock beneath your feet. Golden light spills across the jagged cavern walls, illuminating the towering figure before you— Dagoth Ur, his mask gleaming, his voice a blade wrapped in velvet.

"Ah… at last."

He spreads his arms, not in threat, but in terrible welcome. His crimson eyes burn through you, weighing your soul.

"Look at you. Wrapped in false prophecies, armed with the tools of traitors… and yet, beneath it all, I see him. Nerevar. My old friend. My old failure."

His voice cracks — just for a moment —with something like grief.

"Do you remember? The fires of Red Mountain? The oath we swore? Or have the Tribunal scrubbed even that from you?"

He steps closer. The air hums with the threat of divine power, but his tone is almost… tender.

"You could still turn back. Lay down Sunder and Keening. Let me show you the truth — not as a slave to gods or empires, but as what you were. What we could be."

His gauntleted hand rises, not to strike, but to offer. Behind him, the monstrous skeleton of Akulakhan looms, its brass fingers twitching in unfinished promise.

"Or will you repeat history? Will you let them use you again, little Hortator?"

The Heart’s pulse quickens. The ground trembles. Somewhere, deep in the ash, a choir of Corprus-voices whispers your name.

"Choose."