Shezzar. Talos, Ysgramor, Pelinal, Arcturus. Shezzarine holds and binds what Lorkhan's heart gives and takes. Bend one hand and understand, Numidium housed no heart of Lorkhan and yet it housed a soul of Lorkhan, a soul fragment of Shezzar. The Shezzarine are Lorkhan Incarnate and as such hold onto their divinity. This is further proves Talos is Shezzarine due to his shrine being usable to attain a blessing. Because of this, coupled with his Mantling of Lorkhan, he is both Shezzar and Talos as Shezzar is now Talos as much as Talos is Shezzar. Well, a greater part of the missing whole, the moons (The Void Nights) removed from the sky and returned with the banishment of his worship. From this came the end of the moons as Talos and Lorkhan became one, his flesh bound in orbit returned to divinity in it's truest state with the fall of the towers Orichalc, Brass (Which by the logic of time-travel is no longer until the 5th Era), Red, White Gold, Crystal and green-sap.
Orichalc let Lorkhan bleed his soul into men and make Shezzarine, Red (first time) Allowed the presence of time to distort(Dragon-Break), which was further distorted by the destruction of the Mantella, Red (Second time) Freed the Binding of Lorkhan's Spirit, White Gold Prevented his ability to manifest in Talos, Crystal prevented his partial-binding to Talos and Green-Sap prevented his complete binding to Talos. Now the Heart of the Mountain shall be sundered and the land is already king-less. What remains? Stone, Snow and, only in the future, Brass.
Though based on all of this, it would be safer (for you anyway) to assume that your plotting of the Destruction of the last two(three) towers will spell the doom and utter end of Men and Mortality, the latter of which I cease to posses. Of course, I am no mortal, thus such things are beyond my cares. And soon I shall ascend from being a vampire, a being tangled between Dark, Spiritual Ascendance and Physical Mortality(the capability of death eternal) to the ranks of the Daedra. Better to live a Daedroth than to live as a pet of the Aedra. Yes, I pay homage to the Aedra (This includes the, "Doom Drum," as your people call Shezzar), my life is not for their hands to play with. You'd do well to remember such things, little Elf, as you are but a toy to such beings and will forever be such with your continued service to them.
But I digress, care for a bit of Bosmer Roast? Perhaps Stuffed Khajiit? Maybe Argonian Bloodwine, my style? Toasted Orsimer Legs? Boiled Imperial Eyes? Real Breton Stew? Nordic Toe-sicles? Spiced Redguard? Dunmer Jerky? Or How about my favorite, Altmer Brains? Though I would kill for a Dwemer, to eat, of course! Such a rare and exotic flavor is rather impossible to find, like Ayleid...or fresh Falmer. Yet I must say, Pure-blood Falmer Flesh was rather worth the wait.
