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Tes4Mod:Stirk/A Book of Nordic Proverbs

- One day crows feast at the wolf's table, the next day on his corpse.

- Who sits nearest the fire breathes most smoke. 

- There is no more wretched thing than that which makes a goblin sing. 

- To see one wolf is to sense many. 

- As the wise learn from error, so the brave rise from defeat. 

- Even moonlight fades. 

- Not everything in a bear pelt has it's power. 

- Those who leave the dead undisturbed see no spirits. 

- What winter snow hides the spring sun will reveal. 

- The wind blinds those who struggle against it, as it hides the future from those who follow it. 

- To know the future one must remember the past. 

- Not all wolves walk on four legs. 

- He who fears defeat is lost. 

- An impatient man will lose more time wandering in darkness than he who waits for the dawn. 

- A strong tower repels warriors, but attracts thieves. 

- Great armour does not make great warrior. 

- Best to cross thin ice unburdened. 

- Who fears death, never truly lives. 

- To find out, what is on the bottom of the mug, you must drink all the beer. 

- If you want to save your eyes close them. If you want to save your life keep them open. 

- Small arms don't swing big axes. 

- Sometimes it is safer to be a beggar in rags than a warrior in armour. 

- Babbling fools attract more fools, silent sages gather wisdom. 

- The more years in a tree, the more strikes for the axe. 

- This the wolf knows, even he is food for crows.
Tes4Mod:Stirk/Books

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Tes4Mod:Stirk/Redemption, Volume I

ertius Felannus gazed down upon the rich valley of his homeland. The rich loamy earth clung to the hem of his simple woolen robe. He was dressed in the garb of his order, wearing the simple weave of Maran devotees. The thick folds of cloth hid his thin frame from the eyes of men and the teeth of the harsh wind. A faint smile played about the edges of his care-worn lips. It was the same gentle smile that was etched into his face by a combination of years of missionary work and a trust in the divinity of the Nine. His feet were unshod, epitomizing the virtue of humility by which he tried to live his life.

He strode joyfully towards the village of Sten. The thatched roofs of the modest houses were partially obscured by a copse of flowering fruit trees, branches laden with their bounty. He carried with him nothing but his faith and a joy that stemmed from the knowledge that he would soon be home.

The orange glow of sunset hung in the air, filling the empty pastures with a subtle glow; a light for the eyes and a light for the soul.

This was Vertius' land; it was here that he had gone through his transformation from a smiling infant, to a solemn youth, into the quiet pious young man who had left to become a missionary. His long years in Argonia had given him an acceptance of life's hardships and had strengthened his faith in Mara. He had decided to return to Sten to run the local shrine. He would live out his last days in peace and solitude; nothing but him and his faith.

That night, he settled down to sleep on the rough pallaisse that served as his bed. He was once more on the bed where he had slept for his formative years. He did not desire more comfortable surroundings. The house was empty now of his family, his last relatives having perished recently. Though he was alone, he felt the warmth of their spirits envelope him. As he drifted into slumber, he whispered a prayer of thanks that his family was in the arms of the gods.

Suddenly, a piercing scream broke through the veil of sleep that enveloped him and thrust him back into the waking world. He arose from his bed, hastily pulling on his clothing. He picked up his traveling staff and rushed to the source of the commotion, trying to think of an innocent reason for a yell in the dark hours of the night. He could think of none and added an extra note of urgency to his efforts.
Tes4Mod:Stirk/Redemption, Volume II

e emerged into the sharp air of midnight. The moon was full and cast a sprinkling of shimmering light over the rooftops. To Vertius' eyes, all that was visible were blue shapes in the inky darkness. He could discern no movement.

Then he stopped.

Something was stirring. He felt an indescribable urge to take refuge in his home. He had seen nothing, he had heard nothing, but the cold hand of fear gripped his heart. He moved his hand down to the icon that hung around his neck. The soft line of its carved wood gave him solace. He whispered a prayer the Nine and prayed for his own safety and the safety of whoever had released that earth-shattering scream. He shivered-the scream still reverberated in his skull.

Then he saw a shadow unfolding in the darkness. It was the color of the midnight air and its movement was all that distinguished it from the scenery. It was moving at a rate that Vertius could not fathom. It was faster than any creature or person he had ever seen. It was getting closer, and quick.

Suddenly it reached the crouched priest. He saw moonlight glinting off long rows of teeth. He heard a blood-curdling snarl issue from it.

It pounced.

Vertius raised his hand to shield himself from the creature. In the moment of thought available to him, his brain struggled to identify the ball of fury unleashed upon him.

Its jaws connected with the soft flesh of his frail arm. He felt the spikes of pain emanating from his arm as those terrible teeth tore through his papery skin, his thin muscles and his brittle bones. A fear beyond that which he had felt before reached down and enveloped him. He tried to summon the text of the homilies of peace in his mind but they were drowned out by the terror that gripped him.

The beast flung him to the ground. The shock of his impact with the hard-packed earth echoed through him. The beast salivated over him as he lay helpless. Just as it was about to leap for his jugular, it stopped. Its ears were pricked up and its nostrils searched for scents on the breeze.

It turned and bounded away from the paralyzed cleric. He watched in shock as the creature moved towards the shouting that was now audible over the breeze. The source of the commotion was a group of the local farmers. In their hands, they held the implements that they knew so well. A pitchfork or a shovel was a deadly weapon in their hands.

Vertius watched as the beast fell upon the hapless farmers. Their screams shook the night air as blood loss pushed him out of conscience.
Tes4Mod:Stirk/Redemption, Volume III

ertius awoke to the sound of weeping. He tried to move his head to examine his surroundings, but the attempt sent waves of pain echoing through him.

He was lying in an unfamiliar bed. The linen sheets felt strange to him, accustomed to years of coarse wool. He resolved to find the source of the crying, and with a great effort managed to lever himself into a semi-upright position.

A girl of no more than eight years was sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed. Their eyes met and a connection was formed between the two. Her eyes were obscured by tears, but in them he could see deep pools of sadness. This child had an age far beyond that of her few years. She looked away and the connection between the two was broken.

Then the pain of his injuries overcame him once more and he drifted back into a feverish sleep. As he slept, dreams came to him that he could not begin to comprehend. He was visited by images of the moon, its eerie glow awaking in him feelings in him that were both frightening and exciting.

He woke with a start, his body drenched in sweat and his mind enveloped in foreboding. Something was wrong; he could feel the absence of Mara from his mind. There was a gaping hole in his soul, one that he could not fill. The images of moonlight that still assailed him had driven his god way from him. For the first time, Vertius felt truly alone.

He spent the day lying in his bed pondering what could have brought about this change. The absence that filled him left him lying in his bed, unwilling and unable to move. A desire for something was still haunting him, but still couldn't pinpoint it.

The next night was the same as before.

Again the moonlight shone into his soul and once again he awoke with that terrible emptiness inside. This time the desire that he felt was in the form of a terrible thirst, one that could not be sated.
Tes4Mod:Stirk/Redemption, Volume IV

e spent the day praying to Mara, pleading for her to make him whole again and to rid him of the nightmares that separated him from her. But instead of the waves of serenity that usually came to him during prayer, he heard only silence.

On the third night, the visions came to him once more. But this time as the light of the moon shone down upon him, he felt a prickling sensation start to overcome him. He convulsed in pain as he long claws burst out from under his fingernails. He felt the indescribable agony of his bones warping and taking on a new shape. His stringy and frail muscles swelled and he felt new strength in his limbs. He looked at his hands and saw that his wrinkled hands had been replaced by the terrible hairy claws of a monster. He drew breath to find that new scents were coming to him from all sides, providing him with a wealth of sensory information. He was shocked to see a long bushy tail protruding from behind him.

He took a step only to find that he instead of his usual slow and deliberate movements; he was instinctively running across the floor. He ran out of the door, frightened by his new form and new-found strength.
He ran silently through the night, unseen and unnoticed.

He reached the shelter of the forest's darkness, and there he spent the night, alone with his new form and the strange lust for something indescribable that welled up inside him.

The next morning he awoke to find he body was returned to itself, and he felt the chill of the morning on his bare skin. He checked the wounds on his arm only to find that the gashes were gone and his arm was whole once more. This was not healing energy of Mara that had done this; her absence still tore at his soul.
Tes4Mod:Stirk/Redemption, Volume V

e spent the day in fits of prayer, dreading the night and the shadows it would bring.

As the moon rose to shine down upon him, it was not terror as before that came over him, but an unexplainable lust and desire, stronger than before.

As before, he felt his skin splitting and he bones shift.

As before, claws sprouted from his fingers.

As before, he stepped out into the night air.

He felt the call of the beast inside him, and he now he knew what the beast hungered for: blood.

He watched a small figure walking home under the moon's glow, and the lust overtook the last of his reservations. He bounded towards the figure, ignoring his screams of terror. His mind did not register that this was one of his neighbors, a father and a husband.

He lashed out at the helpless individual, and soon lost all consciousness to the ecstasy of the hunt.

He awoke once more in the shade of a tree, his mouth filled with the taste of human blood.

He felt no regret for the life of the farmer. He was but prey to be hunted. Though Mara no longer called to him, he did not wish for her company.

He spent the day waiting for the night, for when he would feel the rush of power once more. As the transformation overtook him once more, he did not fear its pain. He simply waited for blood.

Without delay, he stepped out into the undergrowth. He surged silently through the trees, keen senses searching for life. It did not take long to find it. Sitting alone by a carved headstone overlooking a gorge, a small figure lay weeping.

He approached under the blanket of darkness, mind consumed with the lust for blood and the anticipation of its taste. He emerged from the trees and revealed himself to the girl. Their eyes met, and through the clouds of desire in his mind, he felt a pang of familiarity. The beast retreated. This was the girl who had tended to him. Deep behind his bestial features, a battle raged with the beast. He reached out to Mara for strength, and she responded.

Infused with the strength of his god, he flung himself and the other over the precipice. Man and beast sailed through the air. He saw the beast fall away from him as it dropped like a stone to the ground below. He felt Mara embrace him and fold him in her arms as he sailed above his bestial body, sailing upwards to find his redemption.
Tes4Mod:Stirk/Folly of Steel

At dawn, for battle you stand 
clad in steel with shield in hand 
safe and sound within your shell 
safe from danger wherever it may dwell 
Impervious thou art, 
to blade, club or dart.


slew men and mer left and right 
walked woundless from every fight 
safe you are within your shell 
safe from danger no matter how fell 
Impervious thou art, 
to blade, club or dart. 


At dawn, for battle you stand 
before you a wizard, staff in hand 
stowed away within your shell 
the wizard spoke and did cast a spell 
Impervious thou art, 
to blade, club or dart. 


The wizard you would crush 
but your straps they turn to mush 
The wizard should be struck! 
No! your hinges fast are stuck! 
Though victory is a must! 
Alas your steel it turns to rust. 
Remember, O warrior, my dreaded name! 
That name the name of Ironbane.
Tes4Mod:Stirk/Autumn's Welcome

utumn's lofty sky 
descended, covering the valleys 
with fluttering reds and yellows. 
The glitter and ivory of snow 
sparkle from the high mountain pinnacle. 


The dawn of crimson and gold 
reverberated songs of migrating birds, 
dazzled unseen above the painted leaves. 
Melodies of autumn reflect the serenity 
that lies in the approach of the frigid winter. 


Autumn sinks down 
and blue hues flatter the icy mountaintops. 
Crows and blue-jays sound a trumpeting, 
as squirrels play 
within the color crested tree tops. 


From the windless meadows 
many bees hum by towards their home, 
and songbirds fashion musical tunes 
more enchanting than the colors of autumn.
Tes4Mod:Stirk/Warmth

From Cyrodiil I hail, 
the Imperial heart. 
But my heart longs for one, 
who calls the east her home. 
Through forest and valley, 
lush wood and blue river, 
To the hard land of ash, 
I would go to see her. 
The softest voice to call, 
my name with tender lips. 


Trace the curves of her form, 
outline of her beauty 
To memorize the shape, 
a figure so lovely 
The arches of her feet, 
the arch of an eyebrow 
Double arches heaving, 
rise and fall of her chest 
Face and flank the roundness, 
of wonderous full cheeks 


In lingering darkness, 
I would inhale slowly 
Almost I could taste it, 
wine we had shared again 
And deeper, more primal, 
the sweat dried on her skin 
Perfumes enticing still, 
sweetly smelling her hair 
Other scents undescrib'd, 
lower under the sheets. 


Half century she had,  
twice the years I had earn'd. 
And still so beautiful, 
I cannot stay away. 
Every journey a risk, 
a danger I must meet. 
Though I love its daughter,  
Morrowind loves me not. 
The dead are sacred here,  
and I a blasphemer. 


This land is not my home,  
but for her I must stay. 
Happiness forever,  
awaits in her embrace. 
And our passion calls me,  
and I cannot deny. 
Life and limb to see her,  
to touch her naked shape. 
Seems a fair trade to me,  
to one so full of love. 


But other smells and sights,  
had waited to greet me. 
Other forms next to hers,  
Alongside and atop, 
Thrust and grunt obscenely,  
and leave their sweat on her. 
Every journey a risk,  
because the heart is weak. 
And youthful ashen whores, 
will part their legs for all. 


Together next we were, 
and I offer'd embrace. 
Fingers wrapped lovingly,  
about her slender throat. 
She had no air to scream,  
her eyes began to dim. 
Then my hands loos'd themselves, 
and I watch'd her as old. 
Rise and fall of her chest, 
peaceful as if sleeping. 


A bruise grew at her neck, 
though blended with her skin. 
Gently I lay beside, 
and had her as before. 
So like a corpse she was, 
unconscious but still warm. 
Waiting for direction  
needing animation. 
I shudder and finish, 
and wait in the darkness. 


Her eyes flutter open,  
a smile parts her blue lips. 
Her mouth gives shape to words,  
body push'd against me 
"Always so exciting 
my forbidden lover." 
The smile turned savage 
and she tasted my flesh 
"I so enjoy our games, 
filthy necromancer."
Tes4Mod:Stirk/Here at Last

shift in the winds,

Brought an ever needed breeze.

The honeysuckle vines send the smells of summer,

To tickle my nose.

As I lay beneath the trees,

I hear birds calling to me.

As I drift into a daze,

I am reminded of lazy ways.

The sounds of summer,

Here at last.
Tes4Mod:Stirk/The Various Uses of Magicka

hroughout my adventures, I've seen many ways to use magicka and these ways I would like to share with the world!
I will tell you, the reader, how to perform various acts of sorcery and ways many people around the world use magicka in their day-to-day lives, while in the meantime telling you a little about myself.

During my days living in and around the Black Marsh, I've noticed many adventurers using magicka. They would use magika to cross the swampy land, without getting drenched in the rancid swamps. After casting their spells, they seem to float over the water and only the very bottoms of their feet would
barely be dampened at all! After seeing this, I've decided to encounter the fellows who use the magic and ask them how they have learned to do this.
It seems that I would begin my journey to magical enlightenment here in the swamps.

After quite a bit of questions I had asked, the adventurers would tell me how they learned the spells and who has taught them to use magicka. However, others would ignore me and some even lunged at me with knife in hand! But that did not stop me from collecting all possible knowledge of where I should go to learn the way of "the Buoyant Ones" as I would begin to call them in my thoughts and in my journal.

All of the questions have paid off! I would find myself on an adventure far north, to Morrowind, to find this man they all have spoken of, a man with high authority in "House Telvanni", the man seems to go by the name of "Fyr" and he supposedly is such a great scientist and magician that he has created his own daughters!

So, during my study in the lands of Morrowind I've finally come to find Divayth Fyr, who has helped me know the ways of magicka and to tell me, I shall pass my knowledge along.

To be able to use magicka rather rarely as a way to work around obstacles, or as a basic means of life, you must be truthful to yourself and be able to have
the knowledge to solve problems on you own. If you are able to do so, your willpower and determination will show you the way to remove or to far-go the obstacle by ways of "magicka".
Tes4Mod:Stirk/Winter's Solace

he 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.
Tes4Mod:Stirk/The Seven Pennants

The Duke of Scamps was a lesser thing than what he once was, as was the will infinity, himself subtracted. His ears were stretched from east to west. His bones shriveled and his muscles wasted. He bones contorted in pain as his face was twisted in a rictus of agony. In his mind was the seven pennants of Dagon.

He saw the first pennant, which commanded a legion of grim warriors who could die at least twice, and saw it fall to an army of twice as many brave souls.

He saw the second pennant, which commanded a legion of winged bulls and the emperor of color that rode upon each, and saw it fall as the winged bulls fell under the rain of bone shafts.

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

He saw the fourth pennant, which commanded a legion of double-crossed lovers, and saw it fall as the trickery dissolved.

He saw the fifth pennant, which commanded a legion of jumping wounds looking to hop onto a victim, and saw it fall to white-clad maidens and fields of green.

He saw the sixth pennant, which commanded a legion of abridged planets, and saw it fall to the fires of the forge.

He saw the seventh pennant, which commanded a legion of armored winning moves, and saw it fall as its skills were reversed.

And each fell to these words:

GHARTOK PADHOME GHARTOK PADHOME.
Tes4Mod:Stirk/A Taste of Sugar

Dar'Bassissa tasted the sugar, but tastes it no more. Too dangerous, it was. Too difficult to know what was real and what was not. Too much of a hassle to deal with the clawless people's law.

One night, Dar'Bassissa laid down on the sands to rest, head filled with sugar. Dream uncurled it's tail, though Dar'Bassissa did not know it was a dream. It seemed that Dar'Bassissa woke to a burning Rawlith Khaj. Sand, as desert people know, is not kind to stone, and can be less kind to skin, even if it is covered by beautiful fur. The cruel winds and the sands they bore whipped poor Dar'Bassissa until an idea crawled into his head.

Dar'Bassissa cast a potent spell of jump, and sprang above the skies, to within shouting distance of the ja-Kha'jay. Jone and Jode, as the unfurred call them, were quite happy to have an adventurous young Khajiit visit. They seemed to smile at Dar'Bassissa, and great warm furry arms lifted to wave to him.

But then panic. The spell had worn off, and Dar'Bassissa was falling to the sands so very very far below. Being a thief and Khajiit besides, Dar'Bassissa had thought he would simply be able to climb down the air (such being the skill of Khajiiti thieves). But the air proved to be unscalable, and once Dar'Bassissa had fallen below the clouds, he found the swirling sands to be equally hard to find a foothold in.

When Dar'Bassissa hit the desert floor, he truly awoke, and has sworn off the sugar ever since.
Tes4Mod:Stirk/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!
Tes4Mod:Stirk/Spring's Blossom

s 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.