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Online:Notes on the Vault Door

The door to  's vault is one of the most impressive feats of   engineering I've seen. It resists every unlock spell I know, and shrugs off even the strongest   spells.

Perhaps the most fascinating part of the door is the series of pictograms etched into the door itself. They seem to form a narrative. And if my admittedly limited knowledge of the language serves me, it's the classic   cosmogony:

First there was  , the formless chaos from which the universe was formed. Then   convinced the   to sacrifice themselves to create the world,  . Then finally, at the birth of the world,   opened a hole to  , creating the sun and letting   flow into  .

This trinary comes up frequently in Razak texts. Chaos, earth, and magic. Perhaps it's central to his understanding of creation, not just of the world, but of constructs as well?

I will have to ruminate on this later. For now I'll try my hand at picking the lock. Perhaps I'll have success with the mundane where magic failed.
Lore:Crimes of the Daggerfall Covenant

The kingdoms of the   are inhabited by mongrel upstarts who have cruelly suppressed our   cousins: the   who are the rightful rulers of northwest  . They were largely complicit in the rise of the dangerous and genocidal fanatics known as the  . They allow their pirates to prey on   shipping. The  s are also so indiscriminate that they have accepted the bestial   as allies. (Orsimer! Can you imagine?) Though capable of mustering substantial brute force, there is no evidence that these degraded hybrids have the wisdom or learning to deal with the mystical disaster now threatening the  . They must be disciplined and subdued as rapidly as possible, so the Dominion can get on with the business of saving the world … and protecting it in the future.
Lore:The Apprentices' God

Penitent, revel in the presence of the  :  . The Warlock Lord of the  , the ancient source of wizardly wisdom. He who fought against the depredations of the   and the  .

To complete your venerations here, intone: "By Apprentice be blessed and by Apprentice be praised. Honor to the Warlock-God and the Sacred Ring."
Lore:The Heart of Love

Know, penitent, that   is always with you. Within your breast beats her love and affection. The symbol of her floral star adorns the walls at the wedding chapel. Her priests tend to the needs of husband and wife. And always is her gaze upon the young.

To complete your venerations here, intone: "Fivefold blessings upon the lost and lovelorn. The Heart pumps the blood that connects us across the  . May her grace always be upon me."
Lore:The Sounding Horn

Penitent,  's protection be upon you. Though the Apologist of Men bears a heavy burden, his compassion is still a quality to be admired. Listen to the sounding of the horn. See the blades of the justiciars, and attend the ministrations of charities. These are his expressions, for his atonement.

To complete your venerations here, intone: "Threefold are the masteries of Stendarr. I sound the horn in his name. May his shield protect me always from harm."
Lore:The Warrior's Blade

, the blade of   is always at your side. He who led our people against the despoilers, the invaders. He who offers aid and succor in the midst of battle. May his vigor be present in your every step and deed.

To complete your venerations here, intone: "By the Firmament and the Fixed Center, I pledge to defend my people. By the blade of Trinimac I swear, and call for his aid."
Lore:Bones of the Forest

Penitent, be one with the moment. Feel the solidity of the ground under your feet, and taste the wind. By his will is our world manifest, and the rocks, and the trees, and the birds in the sky.   is with you at every turn, in every moment.

To complete your venerations here, intone: "In the Storyteller's name, I stand upon the bones of the world. I drink in the promise and power of nature's law, and breathe out my thanks."
Lore:Coils of the Father

Penitent, give thanks and praise to the soul of   the Everything, father to us all. The scales and fangs and flame of the creator envelop all of the people. Always.

To complete your venerations here, intone: "By the Fixed Center and his hand in our lives, we are all made safe.  , grant me the stability of the Divine. Be always at my side."
Lore:Proper-Life: Three Chants

:The Archimonk's Dream

To sleep, to dream, of  

Unsullied by  .

 , tell us.

 , guide us.

What child of   could fail to be

In bliss if   were  -free?

Man-ape, tell us.

Maruhk, guide us.

We willing march to heed your call,

Devoted, pious, one and all.

Man-ape, tell us.

Maruhk, guide us.

Your mandates we embrace.



:The Song-Never-Sung-at-Twilight

That is not cruel which cures,

O faith, charity, rigor.

By faith true heart endures,

O hope, clarity, vigor.

Seventy-Seven shall guide us,

O praise, honor, and duty.

  lives inside us,

And truth is one with beauty.



:The Forty-Third Praise-Song of Alessia

My very inner organs swell

When I am called upon to tell

Of glory in expunging Taint

In honor of our blessed Saint

Alessia, all praise to her

Who freed Men from the hated Mer.

Thrice-bless'd are those who emulate

Her sanctified, uplifting hate.

This, this, never that.

This, this, never that.
Lore:Varieties of Faith: The Orcs

The  s acknowledge the existence of many other gods, but they worship only one:

Malacath, or   (Orc-Father, The Great Chief):

Orcs revere Mauloch as the First Orc, and live by the  , which dictates such matters as honor and vengeance.

The Code of Mauloch

The Code is more often tacit than explicit, but includes the following:

— Respect for forging and blacksmithing.

— The traditional roles of a clan's chief and his wives.

— The tradition of selection of a new chief through challenge and combat.

— The custom that one who commits a crime must pay "Blood Price" to the victim (or victim's relatives).

— The requirement that insults to honor must be avenged.

— Recognition that to die in combat pleases Mauloch.

The Cult of Trinimac

Many Orcs believe the origin myth in which the Elven god Trinimac was eaten by Boethiah, and when he was excreted he was transformed into Malacath, and all his followers into Orcs. Those who believe in this Elven origin of Orc-kind often call them "Orsimer."

Some Orcs therefore venerate Trinimac as their god-ancestor rather than Malacath. Orcs of the Trinimac cult insist that Trinimac fooled Boethiah into believing he was corrupted by his passage through Boethiah, when in fact he absorbed some of Boethiah's strength and passed it on to his followers. In this way the Orsimer can be seen as "improved Elves."
Lore:Chim-el Adabal: A Ballad

When   slew  , 
He ripped his heart right out, 
Hurled it across  , 
And the heart was heard to shout:


Red Diamond! Red Diamond! 
The heart and soul of Men. 
Red Diamond! Red Diamond! 
Protect us till the end.


The laughing heart sprayed blood afar, 
A gout on Cyrod fell, 
And like a dart shot to its mark 
Down in an Ayleid Well.


Red Diamond! Red Diamond! 
The heart and soul of Men. 
Red Diamond! Red Diamond! 
Protect us till the end.


 ka fused the Lorkhan blood 
To crystal red and strong 
Then Wild Elves cut and polished it down 
To  .


Red Diamond! Red Diamond! 
The heart and soul of Men. 
Red Diamond! Red Diamond! 
Protect us till the end.


When Elves  , 
Akatosh gave the stone 
To Saint Alesh in token of 
Her right to sit the throne.


Red Diamond! Red Diamond! 
The heart and soul of Men. 
Red Diamond! Red Diamond! 
Protect us till the end.
Lore:The Library of Dusk: Rare Books

Vault Twelve: Rare Book Collection

Access FORBIDDEN

Items:

"The Athedorix Conundrums" by   
::&mdash; Nine portentous questions, with answers known to drive readers insane.

"The Hosiric Lays" by Unknown (poss.   or  ) 
::&mdash; Tales in epic verse recounting the  n folklore of the  .

"The Gwylim Praxis" by the Aureate Serpent 
::&mdash; Methods of draining   from intelligent creatures at the moment of death.

"The Third Scroll of  " by   
::&mdash; How the great thief stole the " " from  &mdash;before he could write it.

"The Letters of   and  " 
::&mdash; Intimate correspondence between the First Empress and the Man-Bull.

"Eleven OTHER Edicts of the Ten Ancestors" by the   
::&mdash; A parody of the classic "Eleven Edicts" supposing the   had worshiped   rather than  .

"  Blueprints" by   the Engineer 
::&mdash; ALL SCROLLS MISSING&mdash;REWARD FOR RECOVERY

"Conversations with the  " by   
::&mdash; Ruminations on the nature of the  . Warning: Probably apocryphal.

"The Southern Coast as Far as the Eastern Sea" by   
::&mdash; Sea logs of the great  i explorer.

" " (pristine copy) by   the Arch-Mage 
::&mdash; A disquisition on the origin and nature of  .

"The  : Original Manuscript" by the Monkey Prophet   
::&mdash; Screed defining the dogma of the non-Elven nature of Akatosh.

"Studies in  " by Morian Zenas 
::&mdash; A summary of truths learned in   that Zenas refuses to believe. In fourteen volumes.

"Epistolary Acumen" by The Transparent One 
::&mdash; Forbidden invocations of inimical Daedra.

"Grimoire" by Corvus Direnni 
::&mdash; Spell secrets of the mighty conjurer.

"The Tract of Merid-Nunda" (complete) by Anonymous 
::&mdash; Revelations on the nature of   and the mistake of conflating her with the  .

" " (complete play)—Traditional 
::&mdash; Copy out for repair&mdash;accidentally damaged by Librarian.

"The Art of Love and Swordplay" by   
::&mdash; The popular autobiography of the frisky  , Fjokki, whose exploits are unbelievable but strangely compelling. Not rare, but a perennial favorite here at the Library.
Lore:Vindication for the Dragon Break

It is the first of   that the Supreme Spirit   is of unitary essence, as is inconclusively proven by the monolinearity of Time. And clearly, the Arc of Time provides us with the mortal theater for the act of  . Thus it is our purpose upon   to reverse the error of Sanctus Primus and restore Ak-at-Osh to humanadic purity. To say otherwise is vain and empty persiflage.

Therefore let the   be prepared for the ritual that will cleanse the protean substrate of the  i Taint. All   are to initiate   and maintain them until a state of monothought is achieved. Then each shall Dance, duration-forward then volteface, till the Roll of Time winds withershins.

  guide us! Misplaced   bless us! May our Wills in this be Enacted!
Lore:An Almanac of Betony

Of all the riches of this island called  , surely there are none more recognized or celebrated than its lofty cliffs. Those stony sentinels have awed many a visitor and made many an enemy think better of assailing those fortified shores.

It is no wonder that early legends surrounding the island characterized it as home to a mighty rock monster that flung its craggy spines into the sea to the grave misfortune of sailors who steered too close to shore.

Though their true nature is less mythical, the cliffs of Betony are no less impressive for it.

Nestled impenetrably among them is the jewel and protection of the kings of Betony,  . Constructed during the reign of the great  , second of the name, Skyspire Keep has held fast against countless attacks, carved from the rock of those same cliffs, ancient and invincible.
Online:A Plea for the Elder Scrolls (Pact)

Honored  :

My emissary, if she survived, has delivered our plea to you and to Grand Warlord  . We beg you to repent of your actions and return what has been stolen.

As you know,   troops invaded our   and removed two of the   that we are sworn to guard and study. Several members of our order died resisting this atrocity.

You have erected the temples of   and   to shelter these scrolls. We honor your efforts to provide fitting housing for these holy relics, but it is not enough. The Elder Scrolls are not weapons to be hoarded for the benefit of the few, but instead words from beyond the gods, written down for us if only we are wise enough to interpret them. They must be studied and only by the  !

The Elder Scrolls must be returned to us. Please give them into the keeping of Moth Priest  . I also ask that you provide him with a strong escort, as the journey to our temple is hazardous.

May the wisdom of the ancients guide you,

Moth Priest
Online:A Plea for the Elder Scrolls (Covenant)

Honored  :

My emissary, if she survived, has delivered our plea to you and to  . We beg you to repent of your actions and return what has been stolen.

As you know,   troops invaded our   and removed two of the   that we are sworn to guard and study. Several members of our order died resisting this atrocity.

You have erected the temples of   and   to shelter these scrolls. We honor your efforts to provide fitting housing for these holy relics, but it is not enough. The Elder Scrolls are not weapons to be hoarded for the benefit of the few, but instead words from beyond the gods, written down for us if only we are wise enough to interpret them. They must be studied and only by the  !

The Elder Scrolls must be returned to us. Please give them into the keeping of Moth Priest  . I also ask that you provide him with a strong escort, as the journey east to our temple is long and hazardous.

May the wisdom of the ancients guide you,

Moth Priest
Online:A Plea for the Elder Scrolls (Dominion)

Honored  :

My emissary, if she survived, has delivered our plea to you and to  . We beg you to repent of your actions and return what has been stolen.

As you know,   troops invaded our temple and removed two of the   that we are sworn to guard and study. Several members of our order died resisting this atrocity.

You have erected the temples of   and   to shelter these scrolls. We honor your efforts to provide fitting housing for these holy relics, but it is not enough. The Elder Scrolls are not weapons to be hoarded for the benefit of the few, but instead words from beyond the gods, written down for us if only we are wise enough to interpret them. They must be studied and only by the  !

The Elder Scrolls must be returned to us. Please give them into the keeping of Moth Priestess  . I also ask that you provide her with a strong escort, as the journey north across   to our temple is long and hazardous.

May the wisdom of the ancients guide you,

Moth Priest
Lore:Admonition Against Ebony

To anyone reading this: BEWARE THIS  

 

It has corrupted and perverted the desires of great men and women. Yet its power is without equa o kill while your victim smiles at you. Only a   most foul could have concocted such a malevolent and twisted weapo t appears that all who wield it end up with the crazed eyes of those wild men who roam the hills chattering with  s. 

It is not to be trifled with. Not even the hottest fires of the   could melt it; indeed  the coals themselves seemed to cool when it was placed within. We cannot destroy it, and we would not have it fall into the hands of our enemies. So we keep  , never to be used.

Woe be to any who choose to take it.
Lore:Mauloch, Orc-Father

Know  , spurned of   and King of Curses.

An age ago, a   left the  , abandoning their kin to follow  , a pathetic tool of Boethiah.   confronted Boethiah for this trespass and was challenged to battle. Trinimac was about to strike a mighty blow when   appeared and stabbed him in the back. As Trinimac kneeled, wounded by Mephala's treachery, Boethiah gloated and cast a terrible ritual to scar and twist his appearance, then cast him to a place of choking air and ash.

Trinimac, enraged by his failure, was reborn in blood as he sliced open his own chest, tearing the shame from his spirit. Mauloch, the God of Curses, rose from the ash and cursed Boethiah for his malice.

On that day, Mauloch spoke the   to his faithful, and swore vengeance against those who would break it.

"Do not steal.

Do not kill your kin.

Do not attack without cause.

Those who break these rules must pay the Blood Price."

And thus, the  s were born of blood: the Blood of Mauloch.
Lore:Myths and Legends of the Hist

Those willing to risk  ,  , and a host of other more debilitating   may venture into parts of   unmapped by the higher races. The few who can cope with  ,   bites, and the constant palaver of unseen entities whooping, clicking, or simply lying in the murk waiting to slice teeth across your limbs may reach the innermost swamps. And the hardiest of   explorers, who have no further need to prove their mettle after the following discovery, may gaze upon the   tree.

Rumors abound that the Hist tree is the main form of worship among the scaled peoples of these dark swales. Others have hypothesized that the trees are apperceptive, with a deep knowledge and unfathomable secrets from the times before all the races of   and  . Loose translations of recently uncovered  i texts seem to indicate a ritual among the  s, although this may be legend rather than fact.

It is said that when a Saxhleel emerges from juvenescence, it finds a nearby Hist tree to lick   from its bole. The elements in the sap quicken the hormonal glands, which sprout appropriate organs from which the Argonian's gender can be determined. Immediately afterward, an appropriate mate is found and reproduction occurs. The female soon lays one or more eggs, which are moved to a hatching pool where gestation and spawning takes place.

With recent Imperial expeditions into central Black Marsh ending inconclusively (burial sites were marked on the map   provided), and the locals reticent to speak of the mysteries of this fabled tree despite our cajoling, we remain alarmingly ungifted in the realm of Hist tree knowledge.

Head horticulturist   of the   Gardens has requested careful handling and collection of sap or seeds from this tree, should one be discovered. It may prove to be a considerable boon to our apothecaries.
Lore:Goddess of Storm, Mother of Nords

, one of the   of the   pantheon, is considered by some to lead those Divines. She is one of the Hearth Gods, watching over the present cycle of the world. Her titles are numerous, revealing much about the character of Kyne.

Kyne is called the Kiss at the End, for most Nords agree that Kyne leads the dead to  . She is revered as the Goddess of Storm, called upon to bring rain and snow in dry times. She protects her faithful from the raging gales and blizzards that regularly sweep across the   expanse. Other names applied to Kyne include Widow of   and the Mother of Nords.

Warriors favor Kyne, as they call upon her for strength in battle and victory in conflict.
Lore:Hymn to Kyne

:In darkness, your light shines through,
: , for you we strike true.

:When hope is lost and war rages on,
:Warrior Goddess, hear our blessed song!

:With a  's death, fallen in battle,
:Warrior Goddess, guide us through shadow.

:Grant us courage to fight and sharpen our swords,
:Warrior Goddess, mother of Nords!
Lore:Kyne's Tears

Dark clouds gather in the sky above.

  weeps for joy at the beauty of the world.

Tears warm the ground and blossoms grow.

The sacred stone reveals the flowers of her tears.
Lore:The Chim-el Adabal

The  , pendant of the red diamond Chim-el Adabal,   relic of   investiture. Whatever myths exist concerning its creation, this much is fact: as a vessel of  's will, it is tied to him in a very real way.

The corruption of the   ritual was a taxing endeavor. I spent weeks inscribing the glyphs and preparing the incantations that   foolishly believed would change his ancestry and birthright. Trusting simpleton.   now lies adrift in the  , vulnerable to the parasitic   that feast upon the souls of its people.

  once asked me, outright, if the Amulet could be used to repair the damage wrought by the  . Subtlety was never part of Abnur's repertoire. I could see the scheming machinations behind his eyes even as he pledged his loyalty to me. I think he knew, even then, that he was disposable. Who needs a scheming politician when one aspires to be a god?

The answer to his question is, of course, yes. This is why I must seize the amulet and protect it. It is the vessel through which I will supplant my   and assume dominion over two worlds. Why would a god settle for just one?
Lore:Crafting Motif 1: High Elf Style

(Dr. Lupus was Imperial Ethnographer for Potentate   from   to 431)

This series will provide a survey-level overview of the symbolic and stylistic hallmarks that distinguish the major cultures of   in their arts and crafts. Our focus will be on the portable durable goods of the various races, that is, their clothing, ornamentation, arms, and armor, as these reliably reflect personal cultural expressions. When completed, this series will support the curricula of the introductory ethnographic courses at the  .

We begin with the  , the reclusive Altmer of the  , because the argument can be made (and often is, by Elves) that civilization in Tamriel was brought here by the  i of  . Insofar as the Elves of Summerset consciously strive to maintain the heritage of their   ancestors, their traditions are certainly closer to those of pre-  society than any other.

This is not to say that, in the thousands of years since the arrival of the first Aldmeri, the culture of the High Elves has not deviated and ramified in many ways, because it has. It is simply that, by viewing modern Altmeri culture with the eye of a historian, we can perceive the outlines of its origins.

In this initial effort I have benefited from the advice of the celebrated  , Professor of Transliminal Studies here at Arcane University. Professor Zenas is the only member of our faculty who has visited the Summerset Isles, specifically  , with a brief stop in transit at  .

I was a bit intimidated when I first visited Professor Zenas in his house in the Cathedral District, but I found him a charming old gentleman, undeserving of his reputation for peevishness. Morian (for so he asked me to address him) bade me stay for dinner, which was served by his laconic   apprentice,  .

As Morian explained, the High Elves strive for a simple elegance in their designs, in which flowing lines reflect graceful forms from the natural world. More-or-less abstract birds, flowers, and sea shells are common motifs, rendered in rich but muted colors. Armor will be tooled or embossed to represent scales or feathers, and even heavy cuirasses and helmets may sport stylized wings or beaks.

Metallic items are often accented with a translucent greenish material called "glass." This is a sort of jade-like obsidian that Elven smiths have learned to work by secretive processes known only to the Altmer. Though rigid enough to take a superb edge when cool, glass can be made malleable enough to assume almost any form, and the High Elves use it extensively on ornamental arms and armor.

After dinner, over snifters of  , Morian asked me all sorts of questions about my motifs project, and about myself. It was really very flattering. I must find an excuse to talk with him again.