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Lore:The Tale of Princess Anurraame

Princess   stepped out onto the balcony, the cold wind whipping her skirts around her legs. She peered upward toward the tower, hoping to see nothing at all … hoping the servant girl had lied to her. At first she could see nothing but darkness and no sign of movement. She sighed in relief and almost turned to leave, crossing her arms across herself to fend off the biting winds.

But then the clouds parted and the light of the full moon illuminated the tower. Silhouetted against the moon she could see them clearly, her beloved and her sister locked in a passionate embrace.

She stood frozen, unable to move or even to breathe. As she watched her heart darkened and a   slid down her cheek.
Lore:On the Detachment of the Sheath

Though all given Concavities, or sheaths within the integument of the  , are necessarily contained by the Aurbis, Right Reaching dictates that a defined sheath may be detached from the integument by invocation of  . Upon intercourse with the  , the Beseeching Alesstic performs eversion of the organ of thought, an employment of the   that recapitulates the truth that a circle turned sidewise is a  . By same-truth, twisting the enveloping sheath into the   (to the number of seventeen) brings it to untime and unplace.

Eventualism, of course, predicts reabsorption upon depletion of the Wheeling Force, but the absence of duration may render even eventuality moot.
Lore:Wayshrines of Tamriel

Since time immemorial, devout mortals of   have built shrines to their   at sites that have been recognized as holy and sanctified. Many of these sites were chosen due to specific miracles or blessed events that marked them, though others simply inspire feelings of reverence for matters divine. Because they are located here and there where inspiration struck, rather than at points of convenience, these sites are scattered across the land, and have come to be known as " ."

Of course, the shrines built at these sites by devout worshipers reflect the local religious beliefs, and are constructed and adorned so as to honor the foremost local Divines. Many priesthoods believe that wayshrines act as direct conduits to  , and that when a mortal dies his or her soul is drawn to the nearest wayshrine, where it meets some sort of psychopomp or spiritual escort, who leads the soul to the afterlife. Though this is a mystical matter and therefore not susceptible to scholarly proof, it is striking that so many different faiths across Tamriel endorse this belief.

As all know, the stars in the heavens are perforations in the   through which shines the magical light of Aetherius. Lord   theorized that the locations of wayshrines on Tamriel correspond to the pattern of stars in the night sky, because our Mundus is a reflection of Aetherius. However, to test this theory we would need a comprehensive map of every wayshrine site on Tamriel, a task too daunting to contemplate, so proof of this hypothesis, if true, will have to come from another source.

Lord Corvus was also a renowned conjurer, who devised and promulgated the standard "portal" spells now popularized by the  . (His work was based on the pioneering research of the   sorcerer known to history as " ." But that is liquor for a different cocktail.) Corvus theorized that, if one only knew how, the wayshrines could be used as a permanent portal network by which one could travel rapidly across Tamriel. He speculated that such a "fast traveler" would need to somehow attune himself to a wayshrine, which would add its "node" to the traveler's "web of sojourn."

However, in order to learn how to do this, the great   wizard believed a mortal's soul would have to be, temporarily or permanently, "unmoored from the Mundus." I am not at all certain what that phrase means, and if Lord Corvus understood it, none of his written memoirs explain what he meant by it. Based on my studies of the notebooks left behind in Lord Corvus' workshop in  , proof and implementation of this theory eluded him, and eventually he abandoned it to return to perfecting variations on  .
Lore:On Immortality

There are many supposed paths to immortality, though few have been tested, and those that have been tried have just as often proved to be mere flights of fancy, fashionable cure-alls with no real effect besides the status they grant those able to acquire them.

It is rumored that several pools and springs throughout   can grant immortality. These places are often hidden in the most inaccessible and hard to reach places. Such places are rumored to exist deep in the swamps of  , on the highest peaks of  , and in an ancient glade of  . Explorers have sought out these places for centuries, and while many have returned with stories of their success, not one has yet thought to mark the locations on a map.

Among nobles of the  , drinking the honey of the   of   was said to grant limited immortality, though one needed to continue to eat the honey in order to maintain the effect. Some say this led directly to Isgareth Bee's extinction, as indiscriminate men destroyed whole hives in order to more quickly harvest the precious golden substance and sell it at a high price to the foolish and fashionable. Though it is also said that  i kings and queens maintain a private hive.

Another means of achieving immortality is said to exist, but it has only been attempted by the most volatile and unstable. It's also forbidden, both by governments across Tamriel and by the  . It's said to involve the binding of a   through blood sacrifice.

For so long as the Daedra can be held captive, life may be prolonged. It is unknown whether any who have attempted this method have been able to see it through to its end. It's more likely that the Daedra breaks loose and kills the attempter, or that the attempter destroys himself through his own madness.
Lore:The Reality of Spirits

Our world is strange. But it's also fascinating.

Some people conjure fire from their fingertips. Others lift large objects using just the power of their minds. Is it so far-fetched to think that people infused with  ka in life could not find a way to step through the barriers of death? That they could sustain their essences and remain capable of communicating with those of us still possessed of life's sweet kiss?

Yet my studies indicate that as life fades from our bodies upon death, so too should the magicka depart with our last breath. But we know spirits exist. I have personally encountered more than one haunting stare through the course of my research. I have seen desperate, ghostly eyes full of fear and longing for help. It's almost as if some memory of life still lingered in the spirit form.

What if we could communicate with these spirits? What if we could call them to us to ask them why they still haunt a house or a gravesite or a battlefield? I believe I might have found a way. A way to speak to those who have passed on. Perhaps we can finally learn if the dead are truly dead.

I intend to learn these secrets. I intend to speak to a spirit and discover what that spirit truly is.

Watch for my next book on this subject:

"Life After Death: Incredible Secrets Revealed!"
Lore:The Chosen People of Aldmeris

Many still believe that the   race of   diverged from the racial line of the   when they were exiled from   as criminals. This is the great, traitorous lie of the Altmer!

Translations of tapestries in the   reveal that the great Maormer race is directly descended from the purest strain of our  i ancestors. We certainly did not come from Summerset, but originated in our ancestral homeland of  .

The Altmer themselves are a mongrel race. They are the abomination that drove our great leader   to lead our people through the impenetrable mists to our haven of Pyandonea.

For centuries, we have marshaled our forces in preparation for our triumphant return. Summerset is ours, by our right of birth as the one true Aldmeri race. All trace of the inferior Altmer race and their mongrel blood must be wiped from the face of  !

Our time has come! Arise, Maormer! Take your place as the rightful heirs to the Aldmeri Legacy!
Lore:Persistence of Daedric Veneration

If you believed what that old goat   writes in what he's pleased to call his "Histories," you'd think that modern society's bias against reverence for the   was rooted in some kind of instinctive revulsion against the Lords of  , an abhorrence based on events of unspeakable cruelty that took place thousands of years ago.

This is absurd on the face of it. Ask the peasant in his field, the cobbler in his shop, or the solicitor in his office if he fears the Daedra Lords because of the ancient practices of the  , and all you'll get will be a blank look. The peasant, cobbler, and solicitor only fear   and Daedra-worship because they've been told to by established religion and academia, and because their neighbors believe the same thing.

So, Phrastus, Daedra worship survives in   only at the level of forbidden cults? On the contrary, it's easy to show that veneration for Daedra is widespread and widely accepted among the folk of Tamriel, despite the desires and opinions of priests and professors. Ask the hunter why he mutters a prayer to   as he draws his bow. Ask the gardener why she asks   to spare her vines from slugs and worms. Ask the guardsman why he invokes the valor of   as he draws his sword. And one doesn't have to look hard to find worshipers of   during  , or   among scholars at any time.

What of the   of  , who still venerate the so-called Good Daedra? What of the   of  , who follow  ? What of the   of  , who celebrate  ?

What, indeed, of the   of the southern realms? Rather than abjure the Oblivion Lords, the Cat-folk of   venerate them openly, scarcely drawing a distinction between   and Daedra. The Khajiit recognize the benevolent aspects of the Princes, offering them respect at a minimum, and often admiration.   is a popular object of worship for Khajiiti magicians,   appeals to the feline taste for wild mischief, and the souls of the dead are placed in the charge of  .

Yet Phrastus would have you believe every mortal in Tamriel cringes in horror at the mention of Daedra, and mocks my own work when I show him up for the charlatan he is. Or can we explain his petty hostility in another way? Wasn't it Phrastus himself who approached me at the    , Phrastus who pointed out it was the 16th of Sun's Dawn, Phrastus who suggested we meet later that evening to "appropriately celebrate Sanguine's summoning day"? I believe he took it rather personally when I refused his smarmy advances, for it was shortly thereafter that his unwarranted criticism of my work began to appear in the journals. Hmm. Yes, perhaps therein lies the explanation.
Lore:A Betrayal of Our Heritage

What says  , Red Dervish of  ? "A daughter of the House of   shall not marry an infidel of another house." Long have we followed the words of Yousebh. And yet now, what do we see, right here in  ? A daughter of a respected   family&mdash;that is to say, one who honors the traditions we brought from lost and lamented Akos Kasaz,  , and  &mdash;being married off to a ne'er-do-well son from a   household. Is this to be countenanced? Is she to be allowed to bear children of tainted blood? Will they be taught to turn their backs on  ,  , and  , and mouth false prayers to " " and " "?

I say, we must raise our voices and cry "No!" Our ancestors came into the deep desert to found Bergama so that we could preserve our heritage from pollution by  ic practices. The sanctity of  n culture is our sacred trust! For two thousand years we have preserved it in the purifying aridity of the  . Have we maintained our traditions for so many generations, only to see them diluted and disrespected before our very eyes?

It is said that the Magistrate is willing to license this ill-advised marriage, despite all precedent. What, we must ask, has induced her to make such a decision? Should a Magistrate with such poor judgment remain a Magistrate?

Gather, O my neighbors. For we have weighty decisions to make.
Lore:Sacrilege and Mayhem in the Alik'r

O Beloved of  , Blessed by  's Tears,

Your ignoble servant apologizes for his unworthy existence, and seeks forgiveness for intruding his negligible thoughts into Your Majesties' lofty meditations. In response to your momentary whim of last week, which was to me as an ironclad order, I have prepared a report on the recent outbreak of unholy undeath in the northern  , and its unorthodox means of suppression.

I have spoken before about the  , a pariah tribe of the northern wastes who are shunned for their unclean interactions with our risen ancestors. Though their origins are ancient, the fact that such an aberration could persist into the modern era must be attributed to covert support by shameless elements of the Forebears, who tolerate the most outrageous non-traditional practices.

This hypothesis would seem to be validated by recent events, which I shall now have the honor to recount to Your Majesties. In  , the usurper   had gathered to him a circle of advisors, some of whom were of untarnished reputation, but others of whom were known   activists who had almost openly opposed the  -blessed rule of the late King   (may   escort his soul to the  ). One of these questionable viziers,   by name, seems to have been not only a bad advisor, but also a secret  . As far as our agents of the Bureau have been able to reconstruct it, this Suturah slew all of "King" Fahara'jad's other viziers, then reanimated them in an attempt to kill Fahara'jad himself. The attempt was a failure: Fahara'jad escaped, but so did Suturah.

Suturah fled to the east, where he was joined by elements of the   (which Your Majesties will recall from my report of 2nd Rain's Hand). Undead, mostly  , were raised in numbers from forgotten graveyards in the deep desert, and Suturah led his unclean minions back toward Sentinel.

Shockingly, our informants state that Fahara'jad contaminated himself by personally appealing to the pariah Ash'abah, asking them to intervene against Suturah. The Ash'abah headman,  , agreed, though we have been unable to discover what degrading terms were imposed upon Fahara'jad. In a surprise ambush the Ash'abah, using forbidden mystical means, destroyed Suturah's army of Ra-Netu. Suturah himself, it is said, fell under the blade of the exile Marimah.

Fahara'jad, of course, has been careful to stay quiet about his appeal to the Ash'abah, and has publicly thanked the Divines for holy intervention on Sentinel's behalf. I leave it to Your Majesties to decide if we should spread about the rumor of the Forebear usurper's impure meeting with the pariahs.
Lore:Tu'whacca's Prayer

, God of the   
We ask for your blessing and guidance 
On this completed walkabout 
May she appear before your throne 
In virtue and strength 
Lead her along the path of the stars 
Show her the way 
Prepare her for the life to come 
As our honored ancestor 
With her sword at her side
Lore:The Heartland of Cyrodiil

The fertile farmlands of central  , around   and the  , the region commonly known as " ," is temperate in climate, supporting the crops and livestock that feed all of central  . Rain and thunderstorms are frequent, but the region is free from the sandstorms of   to the west or the monsoons of   to the southeast.

Much has been made of the classical author  's characterization of Cyrodiil as a jungle or rainforest. My studies indicate that the use of the phrase "endless jungle" to describe Cyrodiil appears to be an error in transcription. Close study of the original, badly faded manuscript reveals that the phrase was miscopied, and should be more accurately rendered as "extensive uplands." The adjectives "an equatorial rain" as applied to the Nibenese forest do not appear in the original manuscript at all, and I would posit were added by the scribe in support of his previous erroneous use of "jungle."   of  , of course, takes issue with this exegesis, but the flaws in her methods of scholarship have been well-documented elsewhere.
Lore:Aetherial Fragments (book)

Many novice students find the study of the planes difficult to approach. Unlike my contemporary,  , who alienates readers with his self-serving agenda, I find that starting with an unbiased, concrete example works best as an introduction. Studying Aetherial fragments naturally leads to the broader topic of the  .

Surely you have seen a shooting star. This occurs when a piece of  , spirit-plane and source of  , becomes dislodged and falls to  . Two types of materials,   and  , may be found after such an event. The magical potential of both is extraordinary. In this text, I focus on the rarer meteoric glass, including its uses through history and its various manifestations.

The  , the   that ruled   until the early  , made extensive use of these sky-stones. With their advanced understanding of the magical arts, they created blue   and  s to harness the power of starlight from Aetherius and store magicka, power enchanted items, or provide unending light. Some even held   spells as a type of automated defense.

The secrets of producing these stellar vessels have been lost. The Ayleids were able to create them in considerable numbers by replicating and enchanting meteoric glass. Attempts to synthesize new Welkynd or Varla Stones, or even to reproduce uncharged meteoric glass, have failed. Frequently, the original stones crumble to useless dust upon experimentation, further frustrating research and necessitating dangerous expeditions into Ayleid ruins.

The modern   and  , golden in color, are similar to blue Ayleid fragments. A product or discovery of the  , they are most frequently found in the  . Malondo Stones, which can be recharged, can be tapped by spellcasters as a source of magicka replenishment or to restore a charge or charges to enchanted items. Culanda Stones provide a bright golden light. They can trigger magical effects or store magicka, but are always destroyed upon use or depletion.

You may read claims by Phrastus, who is blindly enamored of Elven culture, that the Altmer have unlocked and improved upon the secrets of the Ayleids. He even suggests that they are cultivating Malondo and Culanda Stones as a farmer might grow wheat. The more reasonable theory is that, through tinkering with existing Ayleid stones and raw meteoric glass, a more reliable method of recharging has been discovered.

 , another type of Aetherial fragment, can be seen splitting into shards as they fall to Nirn during specific lunar alignments. When three shards meet, they re-form into a silvery prism by some unknown process and confer the power unlocked by the merger to a nearby being. Like other sky-stones, they are relatively rare, and it is difficult to obtain specimens for investigation. Though they originate in the heavens they are often found underground, brought there by denizens of the depths who find their light-emitting properties useful.

With enough study and experimentation, it is my hope that the keys to producing these useful items will be uncovered, and a more full understanding of the planes and their power will be achieved.
Lore:Ogres: A Summary

The backwoods of  , and indeed any stretch of rarely traversed common land across  , may be home to one of Tamriel's basest aberrations, the  . Peek into a den of sticks or the shallow cave of a rocky hillock, and you may not meet a   or a   but a small community of these primitive creatures. Often it is best to leave their hunting land fallow, as they tend to shy away from our thresholds and keep other marauders in check. If an ogre is presenting you with some difficulty, you are obliged to contact the nearest town guard. For a nominal fee, a raiding party can easily dispatch such a foe.

Ogres have not the intelligence to argue a point and take a primal enjoyment when mashing den intruders into malformed corpses. They hunt for food and gather necessities, and enjoy life on   no more than that, with the exception of when employing their considerable strength to wrench apart foes or lob large rocks at them. Fortunately, the ogres' ponderous nature enables nimble opponents to avoid such attacks. As for their coloration,  's speculation that their gray-blue skin camouflages their silhouetted forms against the sky has been convincingly debunked by   of  , so we are no closer to solving that riddle: one cannot simply walk up to an ogre and ask.
Online:Receipt for Arcane Tomes

12th of Morning Star 


Mistress Gimbert, Felicitous Greetings 

This letter serves to acknowledge receipt of your shipment of my latest order of books, to wit: 
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The last item on the list came as something of a surprise. Checking my records, I see that the fifth book should have been " ." I understand it is easy to make such an oversight, but I would appreciate it if you could rectify the error at your earliest possible convenience.


Yours in Arcane Scholarship, 
  
Tower of the Fifth Doctrine
Lore:Boethiah and Her Avatars

, the   of deceit and conspiracy, utilizes avatars to impose her will upon the world. These avatars, always tricky and often unpredictable, can appear as males or females,   or some other race. They usually insert themselves into important or momentous events, working behind the scenes to drive such events to a conclusion that serves the will of their secretive master.

Avatars of Boethiah often issue challenges and trials intended to test the mettle of worthy heroes and common folk alike. Their motivation is never clearly stated and usually obfuscated, but are always assumed to be a part, either small or large, of the greater machinations of their master.

When these challenges and trials come to an end, usually when the task assigned by the masked avatar is accomplished, it is common for the avatar to disappear without a trace. This often leads to mysterious stories, strange legends, or, at the very least, a level of confusion among those who participated in the challenge.