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Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 4

The simulacrum of the netchiman's wife who carried the egg of   within it went back to looking for the lands of the  . Along the journey many more spirits came to see it and offer instructions to its son-daughter, the future glorious invisible warrior-poet of  , Vivec.

A troupe of spirits called the Lobbyists for the   appeared. Vivec understood the challenge immediately and said:

 The popular notion of God kills happenstance. 

The head of the Lobbyists, whose name is forgotten, tried to defend the concept's existence. He said,  Saying something at the same time can be magical. 

Vivec knew that to retain his divinity that he must make a strong argument against luck. He said:

 Is not the sudden revelation of corresponding conditions and disparate elements that gel at the moment of the coincidence one of the prerequisites to being, in fact, coincidental? Synchronicity comes out of repeated coincidences at the lowest level. Further examination shows it is the utter power of the sheer number of coincidences that leads one to the idea that synchronicity is guided by something more than chance. Therefore, synchronicity ends up invalidating the concept of the coincidental, even though they are the symptomatic signs that bring it to the surface. 

Thus was coincidence destroyed in the land of the  .

Then an   rose up before the simulacrum of the netchiman's wife and said,  If you are to be born a ruling king of the world you must confuse it with new words. Set me into pondering. 

 Very well,  Vivec said,  Let me talk to you of the world, which I share with mystery and love. Who is her capital? Have you taken the scenic route of her cameo? I have ightly, in secret, missing candles because they're on the untrue side, and run my hand along the edge of a shadow made from one hundred and three divisions of warmth, and left no proof. 

At this the Old Bone folded unto itself twenty times until it became akin to milk, which Vivec drank, becoming a ruling king of the world.

Finally the Chancellor of Exactitude appeared, and he was perfect to look upon from every angle. Vivec understood the challenge immediately and said:

 Certitude is for the puzzle-box logicians and girls of white   who harbor it on their own time. I am a letter written in uncertainty. 

The Chancellor bowed his head and smiled fifty different and perfect ways all at once. He pulled the astrolabe of the universe from his robe and broke it in half, handing both halves to the egg-image of Vivec.

Vivec laughed and said,  Yes, I know. The slave labor of the senses is as selfish as polar ice, and worsens when energies are spent on a life others regard as fortunate. To be a ruling king I will have to suffer much that cannot be suffered, and to weigh matters that no astrolabe or compass can measure. 

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 5

Finally the simulacrum of the netchiman's wife became unstable. The Dwemer in their haste had built it shoddily and the ashes of   slowed its golden tendons. Before long it fell on its knees beside the road to the lands of the   and pitched over, to be discovered eighty days later by a merchant caravan on its way to the capital of Veloth, anon  .

  had not been among his people all the days of his pre-life so he stayed silent and let the   in the caravan think that the simulacrum was broken and empty  Chimer  warrior, who was protecting the caravan  sai Look here how the Dwemer try to fool us as ever, crafting our likenesses out of their flesh-metals. We should take this to the capital and show our mother  . She will want to see this new strategy of our enemies. 

But the merchant captain sai I doubt that we shall be paid well for the effort. We can make more money if we stop at   and sell it to the   of  , who pay well for the wonders made by the Deep Folk. 

But another Chimer, who was wise in the ways of  rophecy, looked on the simulacrum with disquietude Was I not hired on to help you seek the best of fortunes? I say you should listen to your warrior, then, and take this thing to Ayem, for though manufactured by our enemies there is something in it that will become sacred, or has been already. 

The merchant captain took pause then and looked on the simulacrum of the netchiman's wife and, though he heeded always the advice of his seers, could do no more than think of the profits to be made at Noormoc. He thought mainly of the Red Wives' form of recompense, which was four-cornered and good wounded, a belly-magic known nowhere else under the moons. His lust made him deny Ayem his mother. He gave order to change course for Noormoc.

Before the caravan could get underway again, the Chimeri warrior who had counseled a passage to the capital threw his money to the merchant captain and sai I will pay you thus for the simulacrum and warn you: war is coming with the   of the   and I will not have my mother Ayem at uneven odds with one enemy while tending to another. 

:  ,  the merchant captain said,  this is not enough. I am Triune in my own way, but I follow the road of my body and demand more. 

Then Vivec could not remain silent anymore and said into Nerevar's head these words:
: You can hear the words, so run away
: Come  Hortator, unfold into a clear unknown,
: Stay quiet until you've slept in the yesterday,
: And say no elegies for the melting stone 

So Nerevar slew the merchant captain and took the caravan for his own.

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 6

You have discovered the sixth Sermon of  , which was hidden in the words that came next to the Hortator.

There is an eon within itself that when unraveled becomes the first sentence of the world.

Mephala and Azura are the twin gates of tradition and Boethiah is the secret flame.

The Sun shall be eaten by lions, which cannot be found yet in  .

Six are the vests and garments worn by the suppositions of men.

Proceed only with the simplest terms, for all others are enemies and will confuse you.

Six are the formulas to heaven by violence, one that you have learned by studying these words.

The   is a machine and the mouth of a machine. His only mystery is an invitation to elaborate further.

The   is active and clawed like a  , yet she is the holiest of those that reclaim their days.

The Son is myself, Vehk, and I am unto three, six, nine, and the rest that come after, glorious and sympathetic, without borders, utmost in the perfections of this world and the others, sword and symbol, pale like gold.

There is a fourth kind of philosophy that uses nothing but disbelief.

For by the sword I mean the sensible.

For by the word I mean the dead.

I am Vehk, your protector and the protector of   until the end of days, which are numbered 3333.

Below me is the savage, which we needed to remove ourselves from the  .

Above me is a challenge, which bathes itself in fire and the essence of a god.

Through me you are desired, unlike the prophets that have borne your name before.

Six are the walking ways, from enigma to enemy to teacher.

Boethiah and Azura are the principles of the universal plot, which is begetting, which is creation, and Mephala makes of it an art form.

For by the sword I mean the first night.

For by the word I mean the dead.

There will be a splendor in your name when it is said to be true.

Six are the guardians of Veloth, three before and they are born again, and they will test you until you have the proper tendencies of   hero.

There is a world that is sleeping and you must guard against it.

For by the sword I mean the dual nature.

For by the word I mean animal life.

For by the sword I mean preceded by a sigh.

For by the word I mean preceded by a wolf.

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 7

As the caravan of Nerevar now made for the capital of Veloth, anon Almalexia, there came great rumblings from the oblivion. A duke among  s wandered into the House of Troubles, pausing before each scripture door to pay his respects, until finally he was met by the major domo of Mehrunes Dagon.

The Duke of Scamps said,  I was summoned by Lord Dagon, master of the foul waters and fire, and I have brought the pennants of my seven legions. 

The major domo, whose head was a bubble of foul water and fire, bowed low, so that the head of the Duke of Scamps became enclosed in his own.

He saw the first pennant, which commanded a legion of   who could die at least twice.

He saw the second pennant, which commanded a legion of winged bulls and the emperor of color that rode upon each.

He saw the third pennant, which commanded a legion of inverted gorgons, great snakes whose scales were the faces of men.

He saw the fourth pennant, which commanded a legion of double-crossed lovers.

He saw the fifth pennant, which commanded a legion of jumping wounds looking to hop onto a victim.

He saw the sixth pennant, which commanded a legion of abridged planets.

He saw the seventh pennant, which commanded a legion of armored winning moves.

To which the major domo said,  Duke Kh-Utta, your legions while mighty are not enough to destroy Nerevar or the Triune way. Look upon the Hortator and see the wisdom he takes to wife. 

And they looked into the middle world and saw:

: Evaporating in a throng of thunder
: Of red war and chitin men, 
: Where destines
: Take him further from our ways
: The heat that we have wanted
: And pray they still remember,
: Where destines
: Clothe the distance, 
: Glad in the golden east that we saw it now,
: Instead of the war and repair
: Of the oblivious fracture
: A curse on the Hortator
: And two more on his hands

And the Duke of Scamps saw the palms of the Hortator, upon which the egg had written these words of power: GHARTOK PADHOME GHARTOK PADHOME.

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 8

And presently   and   were within sight of the   and the Four Corners of the House of Troubles knew that it was not time to contest them. The caravan musicians made a great song of entrance and the eleven gates of the Mourning Hold were thrown wide.

  was accompanied by her husband-state, a flickering image that was channeled to her ever-changing female need. Around her were the Shouts, a guild now forgotten, who carried with them the whims of the people, for the   then were still mostly good at heart. The Shouts were the counselors of Ayem and the country, though they sometimes quarreled and needed   to wring them into usefulness. Ayem approached Nerevar, who was by now adorned in the flags of House Indoril. He gifted her with the simulacrum of the netchiman's wife and the egg of Vivec inside.

Ayem said to Nereva Seht who is   has revealed that war is come and that the Hortator that shall deliver us will approach with a solution walking at his side. 

Nerevar sai I have traveled out of my way to warn you of the deceit of our enemies, the  , but I have learned much on the journey and have changed my mind. This netchiman's wife you see at my side is a sword and a symbol and there is prophecy inside. It tells me that, like it, we must for   be like he is and, as a people, cloaked in our former enemies, and to use their machines without shame. 

At which Vivec spoke alou  -who-is-you wore the skin of   to cleanse the faults of Veloth, my Queen, and so it should be again. This is the walking way of the glorious.  Seht appeared out of a cloud of iron vapor and his minions made of their blood a chair. He sat beside Ayem and looked on the rebirth of mastery ivec said to them, his Triune:
: My rituals and ordeals and all the rhymes within,
: Use no other motive than the revelation of my skin. Ayem sai AYEM AE SEHTI   VEHK. We are delivered and made whole, the diamond of the   is uncovered. Seht sai Wherever so he treads, there is invisible scripture. To which the Shouts were silent in sudden reading ivec then reached out from the egg all his limbs and features, merging with the simulacrum of his mother, gilled and blended in all the arts of the  , under water and in fire and in metal and in ash, six times the wise, and he became the union of male and female, the magic hermaphrodite, the martial axiom, the sex-death of language and unique in all the middle world e sai Let us now guide the hands of the Hortator in war and its aftermath. For we go different, and in thunder. This is our destiny. 

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 9

Then came the war with the northern men, where Vivec did guide the Hortator into swift and tricky union with the Dwemer. The greatest demon chieftains of the frigid west were those listed below, five in unholy number.

 , the Mouth of Mud, who appeared as a great bearded king, had the powers of Marshalling and breathing the earth. On the battlefields, this demon would often be seen on the sidelines, eating the soil voraciously. When his men fell, Hoaga would fill their bodies back with it, whereupon they would rise again and fight, albeit slower. He had a Secret Name, Fenja, and destroyed seventeen  i villages and two   before being turned away.

CHEMUA, the Running Hunger, who appeared as a mounted soldier with full helm, had the powers of Heart Roaring and of sky sickening. He ate the Chimeri hero, Dres Khizumet-e, sending the spirit back to the Hortator as an assassin. Sometimes called First Blighter, Chemua could give clouds stomach aches and turn the rain of Veloth into bile. He destroyed six Chimeri villages before he was slain by Vivec and the Hortator.

BHAG, the Two-Tongued, who appeared as a great bearded king, had the powers of Surety and Form Change. His raiders were small in number, but ran amok in the west hinterlands, killing many Velothi trappers and scouts. He fell in a great debate with Vivec, for the warrior-poet alone could understand the northern man's two-layered speech, though ALMSIVI had to remain invisible during the argument.

BARFOK, Maid of Planes, who appeared as a winged human with lick-encrusted spear, had the powers of Event Denouement. Battles fought against her would always end in victory for Barfok, because she could shape outcomes by singing. Four Chimeri villages and two more Dwemeri strongholds were destroyed by her decision enforcement. Vivec had to stuff her mouth with his milk finger to keep her from singing Veloth into ruin.

YSMIR, the Dragon of the North, who always appears as a great bearded king, had powers innumerable and echoing. He was grim and dark and the most silent of the invading chieftains, though when he spoke villages were uplifted and thrown into the sea. The Hortator fought him unarmed, grabbing the Dragon's roars by hand until Ysmir's power throat bled. These roars were given to Vivec to bind into an ebony listening frame, which the warrior-poet placed on Ysmir's face and ears to drive him mad and drive him away.

:  The coming forth and the driving away brings all things around. What I shall say next is unpleasant to record: HERMA-MORA-ALTADOON! AE ALTADOON! 

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 10

You have discovered the tenth Sermon of Vivec, which was hidden in the words that came in the aftermath to the Hortator.

The evoker shall raise his left hand empty and open, to indicate he needs no weapons of his own. The coming forth is always hidden, so the evoker is always invisible or, better, in the skin of his enemies.

: The eyelid of the kingdom shall fill thirty and six folios, but the eye shall read the world. y this the Hortator needs me to understand he sword is an impatient signature. Write no   on the dead ivec says unto the Hortator remember the words of Boet-hi-ah:

We pledge ourselves to you, the Frame-maker, the Scarab: a world for us to love you in, a cloak of dirt to cherish. Betrayed by your ancestors when you were not even looking. Hoary Magnus and his ventured opinions cannot sway the understated, a trick worthy of the always satisfied. A short season of towers, a rundown absolution, and what is this, what is this but fire under your eyelid?

Shift ye in your skin, I say to the Trinimac-eaters. Pitch your voices into the color of bruise. Divide ye like your enemies, in Houses, and lay your laws in set sequence from the center, again like the enemy Corners of the  ouse of Troubles, and see yourself thence as timber, or mud-slats, or sheets of resin. Then do not divide, for yet is the stride of SITHISIT quicker than the rush of enemies, and He will sunder the whole for the sake of a shingle.

For we go different, and in thunder. SITHISIT is the start of all true Houses, built against stasis and lazy slaves. Turn from your predilections, broken like false maps. Move and move like this. Quicken against false fathers, mothers left in corners weeping for glass and rain. Stasis asks merely for nothing, for itself, which is nothing, as you were in the eight everlasting imperfections.

:Vivec says unto the Hortator remember the words of Vivec.
:UNDERSTAND THAT SITHISIT STILL TRAVELS
:Vivec says unto the Hortator remember the words of Vivec.
:IN A PHOSPHORESCENT MIRROR OF THE SKY
:Vivec says unto the Hortator remember the words of Vivec.
:DROWNED AND SMILING
:Vivec says unto the Hortator remember the words of Vivec.
:INTERMITTENT HOPES ENOUGH
:Vivec says unto the Hortator remember the words of Vivec.
:TO ANSWER ALL THE THINGS
:Vivec says unto the Hortator remember the words of Vivec.
:NOT YET QUERIED

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 11

These were the days of  ia, when Chimer and Dwemer lived under the wise and benevolent rule of the   and their champion the Hortator. When the gods of Veloth would retreat unto their own, to mold the cosmos and other matters, the Hortator would at times become confused.   would always be there to advise him, and this is the first of the three lessons of ruling king 

:  The waking world is the amnesia of dream. All motifs can be mortally wounded. Once slain, themes turn into the structure of future nostalgia. Do not abuse your powers or they will lead you astray.  They will become lost and resentful and finally become pregnant with the seed of folly. Soon you will be the grandparent of a broken state. You will be mocked. It will fall apart like a stone that recalls that it is really water.
: "Keep nothing in your house that is neither needed or beautiful.
: "Ordeals you should face unimpeded by the world of restriction. The splendor of stars is  's domain. The selfishness of the sea is  's. I rule the middle air. All else is earth and under your temporal command. There is no bone that cannot be broken, except for the  . You will     in your lifetimes. Take what you can the first time and let us do the rest.
: "There is no true symbolism of the center. The Sharmat will believe there is. He will feel that he can cause years of exuberance from sitting in the sacred, when really no one can leave that state and cause anything more but strife.
: "There is once more the case of the symbolic and barren. The true prince that is cursed and demonized will be adored at last with full hearts. According to the Codes of   there can be no official art, only fixation points of complexity that will erase from the awe of the people given enough time. This is a secret that hides another. An impersonal survival is not the way of the ruling king. Embrace the art of the people and marry it and by that I mean secretly have it murdered.
: "The ruling king that sees in another his equivalent rules nothing.
: "The secret of weapons is this: they are the mercy seat.
: "The secret of language is this: it is immobile.
: "The ruling king is armored head to toe in brilliant flame. He is redeemed by each act he undertakes. His death is only a diagram back to the waking world. He sleeps the second way. The Sharmat is his double, and therefore you wonder if you rule nothing.
: "Hortator and Sharmat, one and one, eleven, an inelegant number. Which of the ones is the more important? Could you ever tell if they switched places? I can and that is why you will need me.
: "According to the Codes of Mephala, there is no difference between the theorist and the terrorist. Even the most cherished desire disappears in their hands. This is why Mephala has black hands. Bring both of yours to every argument. The one-handed king finds no remedy. When you approach God, however, cut both of them off. God has no need of theory and he is armored head to toe in terror."

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI
Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 12

As the Hortator pondered the first lesson of ruling kings,   wandered into the Mourning Hold and found that   was with a pair of lovers.   had divided himself again. Vivec then leapt through into their likenesses to observe, but he gained no secrets that he did not already know. He left a few of his own behind to make the journey worthwhile.

Then Vivec left the   of Veloth and wandered far into the ash. He found a span of badlands to practice his giant-form. He made of his feet a less dense material than the divine to keep from falling waist-deep into the earth. At this point the First Corner of the House of Troubles, the Prince  , made his presence known.

Vivec looked on the King of Rape and said:
: How very beautiful you are, that you do not join us. 

And Molag Bal crushed the warrior-poet's feet, which were not invulnerable, and had legions cleave them off. Mighty fires from the Beginning Place were brought like nets to hold Vivec and he let them.

: I would prefer,  he said,  some kind of ceremony if we are to be married. 

And the legions that took the feet were summoned again and ordered to begin a banquet. Pomegranates sprang from the badlands and tents were raised. A throng of   mystics came, reading the passages of the severed feet on the ground and weeping until the scriptures were wet.

: We must love each other briefly,  Vivec said,  if at all. I am needed to counsel the Hortator in more important matters because the   high priests stir up trouble. You may have my head for an hour. 

Molag Bal rose up and extended six arms to show his worth. They were decorated in runes of seduction and its reverse. They were decorated in the annotated calendars of longer worlds. When he spoke, mating monsters fell out.
: Where must it go?  he said.

: I told you,  Vivec said,  I am meant to be the teacher of the king of the earth. AE ALTADOON GHARTOK PADHOME. 

With these magic words, the King of Rape added another:  CHIM,  which is the secret syllable of royalty.

Vivec had what he needed from the   and so married him that day. In the hour that Bal had his head, the King of Rape asked for proof of love.

Vivec spoke two poems to show him such, but only the first is know 

: I'm not sure just how much  glass it took to make your hair
: Twice as much, I am sure, as the oceans have to share
: Hell, my sweet, is a fiction written by those who tell the truth
: My mouth is skilled at lying and its alibi a tooth

The sons and daughters of Vivec and Molag Bal number in the thousands. The name of the mightiest is a string of power:   HYAET AE HOOM.

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.