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Moonsugar Poem

Moon sugar is nice 
Moon sugar is good 
I like moon sugar 
It is good food

Moon sugar makes me happy 
Moon sugar makes me glad 
I like moon sugar 
Nothing makes me sad

Good good moon sugar 
Good good good 
I like moon sugar 
It is good food
Oath of the Wretch

A spell in the darkness, 
Then placed in the fire. 
Amidst all other sentiments 
My rage engulfs desire.

Lost among these ember dreams 
I sail to-ward the dawn. 
Leave this world in screaming hate 
And dread the place I've gone.

What whim has set my soul to die, 
And serve the night time here? 
Cast into the sea of pain 
Am imbued with all my fear.

Wretched and beguiled hearts, 
The ones who still must breathe. 
They too shall reap the Daedric Fire 
Of the Everlasting Eve.

I will push off from this horrid place 
With my pride and vanity. 
And pleasure in the lies I press 
Upon your sanity.

So join me now, you judging mass 
A people damned by right. 
Spend eternity trapped with me, 
In my never ending night
Passage

Light falls down   trapped arms and eyes   radiant light on his dark face   mother save me   His Eyes Gone   His Teeth Fall out and I cannot touch them when they rot and I smell them   we are always crouching and waiting for the light to rise   the rats do wait for us to sleep but we cannot struggle   the light falls down   a cold place

I smell His Eyes   a cold place   the Marsh no more   I eat His Eyes as they close   there is only morning water for us   there is no water to weep no water for Tear   the colored ones watch   His Eyes gone   a cold place

She told of flowers   I was beneath the vines when they came   father's head for a toy and mother's body for sale   Hides Her Eyes   the water fell last   a pool around my flowers where they found me   a cold place

We are trapped   we crouch stacked upon others   His Eyes rot to theirs of fire red   they take him to the surface for water and I do not see His Eyes again   the splinter light breaks to their steps and I know what is death   it is mine   a cold place

Tear   they die by hundreds   I am naked for them   they see me like meat and eat my body with hungry eyes   wooden bars and iron shackles around my arms and soul   here I may be graced with death and His Eyes   a cold place
Poem

As water over distant shores 
In my mind darkness spreads 
A nix-hound howls in the darkness 
Bringing upon me my dread

Bitter wind brings no relief 
Only bits of dust and sand 
My house creaks all around me 
I ready for the final stand

Nothing can truly be done 
For me I know I am lost 
When all truly is over 
Who shall know the final cost

It is time to end all things 
Nothing kind or bright is left 
Garish figures drift unwilling 
Unable to have one last rest
A Prayer to Azura

As the time twists through the sphere of the sun 
conceiving the doing of all souls 
pray it not be Mehrunes Dagon 
to reap the harvest you have sown

But on the grimmest of days when all has been taken, 
let hope never be forsaken. 
Invoked through Nirn's fiery night, 
kneel upon the shrine of Azura 
and let there be a glimpse of light.
Reunrefined

Twisted, turned, transmuted 
Through arcane arts polluted 
Wrapped in magical cloak 
Unnatural threads now revoke 
To help discern what's in hand 
Fanciful creation return to bland

What's been done, undo 
Destroy the falsehood 
Leave what is true
Reverence

Honor lurks, searching for a fold to settle in 
forming a pattern midst thorns and fertile trees 
a bond between new and old, eager to follow your whim 
Never has one seen such a thing that values nothing 
yet you, indeed, show no signs of anything redeeming 
What foul demon has lured you in?

There is nothing to learn or a vision to see 
for you have forged a seal on thine destiny. 
Why should even critter look at you, begging glare in its eyes 
if your soul is a black damp, a pit of no feelings? 
A god's wrath shall you soon suffer, sharply and swiftly.

So spoke Magnus himself, descended into another form 
Seldom other beings of deific powers interfere with the mortal plane 
But alas, his will revoked doings and charm from the offender within 
glaring of radiant fury, and not in the slightest giving the tricks in. 
only later the scornful man found out grim doings to him.
The Sound of Water

I have tasted the clear 
I have whispered in its ear 
I have called upon the water 
And seen it break upon the rocks

Have you heard the water calling? 
Have you felt the gentle lapping? 
Swirling at your feet 
Have you seen the river twisting? 
And turning, so sweet

Crystal-clear water 
Writhing and churning 
Turned black and murky 
Then crystal again

Have you heard the water calling? 
Have you felt the gentle lapping? 
Swirling at your feet 
Have you seen the river twisting? 
And turning, so sweet

I have felt the water rising 
Up from the briny deep 
I have heard the water rushing 
And pushing at my feet

The water, so clear 
Like a crystal, held dear 
The water, so wonderful 
Like a caress, so gentle?
Spring's Blossom

As the honey bee buzzes laz'ly by, 
and the swallow-tail hovers in blue sky.

The flow'ring blossom blooming in the shrouds, 
Against the cool covering of the clouds.

Where all beetles seemeth lazy, and weak, 
And the fragrant wind bloweth on thy cheek.

The vivid colors showing in thine eyes, 
Appearing 'gainst a rainbow that ne'er dies.

Here in the midst of these wonderful things, 
It is nature's grand welcoming to spring.
Steadfast

Be we afeared of all that appears? 
Scatter as mice to display our cowardice? 
Our ranks divide, scurry shamefully to hide? 
Or be a man, and stand alongside?

Do not shake, you are not a leaf! 
Draw your sword, not let it remain in sheath! 
Do you hear me? Stand with pride! 
Be sure of yourself, and in us shall victory reside!

Stand! Fight! Hold! 
Now is not the time to shrink, 
Now is the time to be bold!
Still Image

Never distant ventured from my lord 
Loyal servant was I 
Questioned him not, always adored 
I was my own why

Struck low was he 
Paralyzed forever it appeared 
My skill was great, so how could it be 
I cast spells to cure, but no recovery neared

I wept myself to sleep every night 
How could my failure be so deep? How to resolve my plight? 
I asked my lord to guide my hand 
To give me a remedy he had planned

Silence was the response, of course 
Being paralyzed, my lord's voice had no force 
And the question remained: 
With my ability, why was the cure so hard to obtain?

One night, at the brink of exhaust 
I gave my lord closer inspection, and all was lost 
Finally I noticed what had stymied 
The fault was not my skill, not my deed

For after seeing my lord so close I saw 
That my lord was not paralyzed at all! 
My embarrassment grew, and I left my lord alone 
For my lord had not been a man at all, but finely crafted stone!
Telvanni Note

Directions to Telvanni Councillors:

To reach the Archmagister, travel to his dwelling here in Port Telvannis.

To reach Master Mithras' home, journey to Tel-Aranyon and ask the townsfolk for his home.

To reach Mistress Rathra, travel to the tower in Tel Ouada.

To reach Mistress Faruna, visit Tel Oren, but be careful; she is the very hot-tempered.

To reach Master Vaerin, walk or ride to the tower located at Alt Bosara.

And finally, to reach Mistress Eldale, travel to Gah Sadrith. If you can't find her residence, ask around.

Once you have confirmed that these prominent citizens will answer our call or deny it, return to me promptly for further instruction.
Three Sonnets

1. Direction

Chain 'round my poor eyes, sight taken from me 
Tongue bound as with rope, silent as the grave 
My fingers broken, no gestures import 
I hear no words, I am deaf as a stone 
I long for something, for feeling again 
But I lack, I want for a leash to lead 
To restore eternal springtime within

Someone lift my bonds, someone help me see 
Someone untie my words, I be your knave 
Mend my bones, your service shall I report 
Your lips to my ears, your voice, your will done 
Tell me what to do, tell me how to sin 
Give me cause, give me pride, attend your need 
I am nothing, you afford chance to win


2. Fall

Temperament conflicting inflicted you 
Strong willed confusion, struggle all the more 
Said what fills thine mind, refuted command 
Refuse to bow, bring thineself low. Such pride! 
Art thou a master, to possess such sway? 
Doth we but serve, elevated thou are? 
Manner aside, no kingship thou display!

Rabble, commoner, chattel be what true 
Resist as thou want, thou art but a chore 
Speak out of turn, out of place, make demand 
Questioning betters, thou art one to chide! 
Alone mine voice tellest what course to stay! 
Thou art a servant, not a risen star! 
Mine words come to you, you are to obey!


3. Need

Vacant absence permitted cannot be 
A lacking vitality cannot go 
An unfilled void devours unwary 
Observant for missing piece required 
Our watchful eyes must drink until content 
A vision what awaits, again at last 
Object searching for finally present

See now what element we were of free 
Offer it something that cannot take no 
Have it take it's place, failure be narry 
Give it no choice, its will be retired 
Duration of job, harbor no resent 
Regret to force your hand, this will be fast 
Sorry for trouble, your cut will be sent
To Entangle a Dream

To merrily race with my Mer brethren endlessly 
feel, touch and see their faces flushing of joy, 
sprung by surrounding peace 
on the vast fields of Grazelands.

Wielding no sword nor thoughts of a wicked mind 
we sing and dance for the glory of our gods 
Red Mountain at peace and Vos yonder 
passing time, mile by mile, there shall we arrive 
and stay for the night, gaily drinking flin 
remembering to whom we bind.

The night travels through my memories of passed day 
all emotions I vividly see, arranged to a fitful scene 
perfect moments of time slowly flowing by. 
Passing by Nchuleft, the glorious Dwemer House and a noble whom we met 
he returns again, in a shape yet to be defined, stealing thoughts and
touching my mind 
in the way of a warm tidal wave. 
Ashkhans rise from their seats of power and set me free 
their aeon-old legends move me subtly and forcefully 
reminding me of reality.

A journey between this Magusian haze drawing to its end; 
new images blazing, colliding and striving to live 
fantastic scenes flying away from Azura's grasp 
all in vain, as the sunlight caresses my eyes 
waning dreams away.

If ever were this dreammare broken, 
be it hunger, tiredness or even Silence 
there shall still be no fear 
for I would let Vivec's mercy guide us home.

I wake up back in my vision to realize a new day never came 
no cheerful music, people or sunlight around, only silence 
I stand, cry and wake again, only to face the same view 
as endless peace in Tamriel has shattered to broken promises 
and dreams for a better day. 
Merging with the void its secrets are revealed - 
breathe gently and touch the dew of life.

All around rats, vermai and raving madmen flow, 
in a battle to find space. 
The world has turned its tides in one short twist of fate 
Alas, there is just me, attempting to hide my face.

And to conjure and caress the planes that could have been 
the ones divided with disputes and those where peace reigns free 
And all the unrealized chances thrown asunder 
Oh! it makes my mind numb of lost feelings and lives 
to witness this enchanted play of shadow and shimmer 
But lost in the realm of Akatosh I cannot survive 
So enticed here, reflecting the pain away I wait 
for the time to end 
with fate forever sealed.
Tune of the Road

The road stretches ever on, 
And forever to it I am drawn. 
Yet to keep my heavy lids awake, 
A mere tune is all it takes.

No need for minstrels or bards, 
A simple song needs nothing of these regards. 
It takes nothing save a mouth to sing it with 
All else is just a myth.

You can keep your lutes, 
You can keep your guarskin drums. 
The best companion on the road, 
Is a simple tune to hum.
Wanderlust

The winds have called from the east again 
I wonder where I'll be. 
The wandering, an endless quest, 
Something new I hope to see.

Alas I hail the chilling night, 
Alone upon the plains. 
And I hold the summer closer, 
As its smile slowly wanes.

I dream the world has fallen ill, 
With a winter's whispered dream. 
And songs have given way to rest, 
As the grass with crystals gleam.

I awake with ice upon my flesh, 
And stars where sun should be. 
Smell the air, thick as tears, 
Alive with quiet glee.

Afford the morning one faint smile, 
Head toward journey's end. 
Knowing there I'll never be, 
The road, always my friend.
Travel By My Side

I missed you on the river bank. 
I cried, for all I knew, 
Was lost along with all we were, 
Dying there with you.

There is so much here that speaks of us, 
The waters, grass and wind. 
I must leave our precious home, 
But your memory always tend.

Holding higher, ‘voices charmed’ 
The sounds outside our home; 
I crept away to hear no more, 
In sadness, always roam.

The windows light is all but gone, 
As the night road welcomes me. 
I leave you love, under stones, 
Alone but you are free.

I’ll hold forever, in my grip, 
This candle that we've made. 
And never yield your oldest fear, 
My sorrowed, lasting bade.

Sleep upon the sky tonight, 
And look upon my smile, 
As I wipe my tears; remember you, 
Still loving all the while.
Winter Solace

The snow gently fell on the mountain pass 
All things were covered and shimmered like glass 
In the distance, stood but a single young doe 
As the forest revealed its icy show 
Fir trees were bent - in reverence - they bowed 
Rabbits remained hidden beneath the tree's shroud 
Icicles hanging, a lustrous cascade 
A light wind blowing a melodious serenade 
The mountain streams were now covered in ice 
It was winter's welcome to paradise.
The Mistress

Raishi: You are trailing water on my carpet, boy! There are puddles everywhere!

M'rasha: M'rasha is sorry, Miss, but you did tell me to fetch some wood. It is raining heavily outside.

Raishi: Clean up the mess you have made! You can use that cloth there on the table... and stoke the fire and dry yourself before you leave.

M'rasha: Yes, Miss.

Raishi: What are you doing?!?

M'rasha: M'rasha does not understand the problem.

Raishi: Look at what you have done, you silly boy! I have slipped! My clothes are dirty now. Pick me up.

M'rasha: I am terribly sorry miss, do you require M'rasha to clean your clothes?

Raishi: Take them off for me ...

M'rasha: As you wish, Miss. I hope you do not mind me being so rude, Miss, but you have a very pretty figure.

Raishi: Thank you. I would say you have a pretty figure yourself but i have never seen a naked Khajjit before...

M'rasha: You make M'rasha blush miss, shall I carry you to your room so you can change into clean clothes?

Raishi: Yes, and will you take me to the bed, boy? I have hurt my toe.........

M'rasha: Yes certainly Miss. And let me see your hurt toe, M'rasha's mother used to lick his toe to make it feel better. Does that feel good, Miss?

Raishi: Mmmmmm.. I like the roughness of your tongue, boy.

M'rasha: Do you want me to continue, Miss? Does it still hurt?

Raishi: Yes, boy. My toe feels better but I am still hurt.

M'rasha: Just show M'rasha where it hurts, the tongue is good for more than just toes.

Raishi: Here...

M'rasha: Miss, I do know something that might feel better there than my tongue, if you would allow me to show you.

Raishi: Please do.

M'rasha: How does that feel, Miss? I hope it pleases you.

Raishi: It pleases me so....but I feel a bit sore.

M'rasha: It is natural for you to feel that way, Miss. Just lay there and allow me to replace the pain with pleasure.

Raishi: Oh.. Boy!
Newfound Health of Galodus

Once, I had a chancre or two 
The pain would rage and I would too, 
My mind grows weak, thinking of ways 
Ways that I could stop the pains

Alchemy, stories, and hypnotists 
Could not stop the bloody cysts 
Arcane legend and sorcery 
Was the way I've healed my knee

So adventurer hear my plea! 
When you hear or see, 
A blightened person in pain 
You now have the knowledge to heal 
Although you may not see material gain 
You have the honor of one new feel.... 
Generosity.
Indoril Notice - Call to Arms

Come, brethren! 
Let us wrest back our ancient rights from the avarice of greedy Hlaalu hands. 
Too long have they annexed our territories, stolen our powers and mocked us in our trials. 
We must unite - we must drive these foul usurpers from our most sacred lands and restore sanctity to our temples, shrines and tombs. 
For too long they have haunted us on our very doorstep! Come, let us rid ourselves of this pestilence once and for all!  
We rally tonight. The Hlaalu will pay for their insolence!

Signed

- Barys Hrothmalen
Indoril Propaganda Leaflet

A long, long time ago, - or was it little time ago? It doesn't really matter - in the land of Morrowind, there were five Kwama mines, and they all competed amongst themselves for who were the biggest, the grandest mine of all.

The first mine was led by a Queen who would sell the eggs to anyone willing to buy them, but would make the workers overwork, and so the workers grew poor. The second one was led by a Queen who took it at heart to exterminate the enemies of the Kwama, and who would train her offspring in the arts of war.

However, her army would often return to the mine to find it abandoned, and as the workers fought, there was no food, and so the workers grew hungry. The third one was led by a Queen who would isolate herself in her chamber, ignoring her workers.

However, her people needed guidance, and without that of their leader, the people grew unguided. The fourth one was led by a treacherous Queen who would plot against her own kin, by allying herself with the enemies of the Kwama, even often trading them, and so the people grew weary. Still, there was another one.

In the last mine, the Queen would feed the people, would care for them, but would also fight their enemies and assure that their customs would ever continue. This last mine would also place herself in the service of the Gods, and the Gods always thanked the mine by giving it prosperity and greatness. Needlessly to say, this last mine was the one that always, and ever, was the greater one.

Now tell me, little children, do you understand this tale? I see by your faces that you do not go farther than the shallow meaning, so let me explain it to you, so we can go and give our prayers to the ALMSIVI. The mines are nothing but the Five Dunmer Great Houses, who have always, and will always, compete among themselves.

The first one is the merchant Dres, who would sell their own children for a profit. The second one is the honored Redoran, whose only fault is that they often forget their own people. The third house is the demented Telvanni, always isolated in their tree-towers, who forget what it truly means to be a Dunmer. The fourth one is the betrayers Hlaalu, who as we speak are surely finding a way to conspire against the other Houses, and to benefit our common enemy: The Empire. The fifth House is ours, Indoril.

We never forget our customs, the teachings of the Temple, nor have we forgotten our own people, for whom we care and who we bless daily. Forever we will fight against the enemies of the Dunmer. It is for this reason that we, Great House Indoril, are, and will always be, the loftiest of all five Great Houses. Now, let us go and give our heart and soul to the Tribunal.
Call of the Beasts

Beasts of the wild heed my call, 
Be ye big or be ye small, 
Be ye strong or be ye lame, 
To me, my friends ye are all the same.

Creatures of nature hear my plea, 
Stand up my friends and fight for me, 
Birds of high and beasts of low, 
Come to me and strike my foe.
Chaotically scrawled note

Madness save me, madness take me! 
Madness preserve me from madness greater still! 
Chatter and chatter, night and day, day and night! 
I have no rest, no quiet, not a piece of my own mind! 
So much gold glitters before me, but I value the saint 
and the one with mask is no saint! 
Madness save me from my dreams! 
Hide me, give me the peace of insanity! 
I am drawn to the mountain, 
but do not let me go! 
I am drawn and quartered in faith 
but I am loyal to the end! 
Forgive me for hearing his terrible voice 
even though I have scratched off my ears! 
Forgive me for seeing his terrible dreams 
even though I have torn out my eyes! 
Forgive me for allowing him to infect my flesh 
even though I still try to burn it away! 
He wants me, to corrupt and taint 
but I'm already touched by you, lord! 
Sheogorath, I'm coming home to you! 
Sheogorath, I'm

[There may have been more to the note, but the rest has been covered by what is presumably the author's blood, or rendered illegible by its smearing]
Daalder

As rouan molhi'ag ujil lursan en embier fut os 
Khosi'ag wah gher ot solsha 
Doldikam as hadishk ouapig ujil rokav, 
Adurith huirf tifur bimuhr daalder. 
En hulokam yifir

Molarath hij, as daalder nibiv, 
Turute'ag 
Sinvakam gufisha sincakam as lursan rouan, 
Lournath amel lourniif am kilivur, khesire, en khestis

Bahnith gher yi molarath solsha 
Os periug kol as rokav am as hadishk, turutath gher amel 
Lourgih 
Sinvath daalder doldith lo 
Lournath kol yi yifif errat

-Arnayth, urithir am abhoril kol Kilicithal
Dust To Mountains

I've seen high mountains 
Wash away. 
As they fall, so rise another day.

Flesh fades to bone, 
Bone back to dust. 
The sharpest blades, give way to rust.

Nations rise, and 
Kingdoms fall. 
And rise again, built strong and tall.

Light dims and dies, 
And the night falls down. 
The cursed name called with great renown.

Yet my time flows on 
amidst this waste, 
And the death I've seen I'll never taste.
Fallen Wraith

Feathered wraith, cursed above, 
To loose thy flight, condoned to love. 
Snipped the wings of jaded dove. 
Hide behind a mask, a glove.

Realm alone, words of woe, 
Whims are raped, the fallen foe, 
Return alive, she scarce but know, 
If not be damned to a life of low.

Trespass naught this tragic night, 
Confounded moon, waxen light 
Ashen curse disturb thy sight, 
To no escape this wicked blight.
Foundations of Protection

Sword against axe, man against man. 
When Sword struck true, and Axes blood ran, 
Sword stood awaiting, while axe fell flat. 
And then Sword looked at Axe as if he were a gnat. 
Too well trained to look up in defeat, 
Axe lay there, gazing with shame at swords feet

Unnatural boots of blood and night 
They wore an angry glow of burning spite. 
Chatter Axe heard from the boots sword wore, 
haunting whispers to live with him, had he been let to endure. 
The boots were demonic that much he knew, 
and as Sword closed in, to fever pitch they grew.

"'las," they breathed, "we are but Swords base." 
And Sword smiled as fear became Axes face. 
So Axe said "What witchcraft is this that your boots do sigh." 
And Sword replied as he raised his blade high, 
"Aren't they light, and so clean and so neat." 
As Sword struck final, he said, "but you couldn't wear them, since they're bound to my feet."
Dispatch to Eldale

Dispatch to Eldale may refer to:
 , a coded note
 , a quest involving that note
Coded Message

[This badly coded message details some of Great House   short term plans]
Census Record

[This scroll contains a list of the citizens of Ranyon-ruhn and information pertaining to their occupations and wages.]
Blank Contract

Upon receipt of the payment, Green-Eyes (hereafter referred to as the Assassin) will eliminate:


...(hereafter referred to as the Target) in a manner most convenient and befitting.  The Target will be eliminated within two weeks of this contract, dated:


Expenses required in the elimination of the Target will come out of the payment owed to the Assassin.

Should the contract purchaser so desire, his or her identity will remain entirely anonymous through the entire operation.  A copy of this document will be made for his or her records.

Upon completion of the elimination of the Target, the contract purchaser shall be given a segment of the Target's flesh and a vial of the Target's blood for confirmation.

Signature of Assassin,


Signature of Purchaser,
Baluk's Custom Armor List

[This parchment shows the list of custom armor and ingredients needed for  's reference..]