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Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 13

These were the days of  ia, when Chimer and Dwemer lived under the  enevolent 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 second of the three lessons of ruling kings:

:  The secret syllable of royalty is this: (You must learn this  .)
:  The temporal myth is man.
:  The magical cross is an integration of the worth of mortals at the expense of their spirits. Surround it with the triangle and you begin to see the  . It becomes divided into corners, which are ruled by our brethren, the Four Corners: BAL      . Rotate the triangle and you pierce the heart of the Beginning Place, the foul lie, the testament of the irrefutable-for-a-span. Above them all is the horizon where only one stands, though no one stands there yet. It is proof of the new. It is the promise of the wise. Unfold the whole and what you have is a star, which is not my domain, but not entirely outside my judgment. The grand design takes flight; it is transformed not only into a star but a hornet. The center cannot hold. It becomes devoid of lines and points. It becomes devoid of anything and so becomes a receptacle. This is its usefulness at the end. This is its promise.
: The sword is the cross and ALMSIVI is the Triune house around it. If there is to be an end I must be removed. The ruling king must know this, and I will test him. I will murder him   until he knows this. I am the defender of the last and the last. To remove me is to refill the heart that lay dormant at the center that cannot hold. I am the sword,   the star,   the mechanism that allows the transformation of the world. Ours is the duty to keep the compromise from being filled with black sea.
: The   sleeps at the  . He cannot bear to see it removed, the world of reference. This is the folly of the false dreamer. This is the amnesia of dream, or its power, or its circumvention. This is the weaker magic and it is barbed in venom.
: This is why I say the secret to swords is the mercy seat. It is my throne. I am become the voice of ALMSIVI. The world will know me more than my sister and brother. I am the psychopomp. I am the killer of the weeds of Veloth. Veloth is the center that cannot hold. Ayem is the plot. Seht is the ending. I am the enigma that must be removed. These are why my words are armed to the teeth.
: The ruling king is to stand against me and then before me. He is to learn from my punishment. I will   to know. He is to come as male or female. I am the form he must acquire.
: Because a ruling king that sees in another his equivalent rules nothing. 

This is what was said to the Hortator when Vivec was not whole.

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 14

Vivec lay with   for eighty days and eight, though headless. In that time, the Prince placed the warrior-poet's feet back and filled them with the blood of  . In this way Vivec's giant-form remained forever harmless to good earth. The Pomegranate Banquet brought many spirits back from the dead so that the sons and daughters of the union had much to eat besides fruit.

The Duke of Scamps came while the banquet was still underway, and Molag Bal looked on the   with anger. The King of Rape had become necessary and therefore troubled for the rest of time. His legions and Kh-Utta's fell into open war, but the children of Molag Bal and Vivec were too elaborate in power and form.

The Duke of Scamps therefore became a lesser thing, as did all his own children. Molag Bal said to them:  You are the sons of liars, dogs, and wolf-headed women.  They have been useless to summon ever since.

The holy one returned at last,  , golden with wisdom. His head found its body had been tenderly used. He mentioned this to Molag Bal, who told him that he should thank the  ,  For I have yet to learn how to refine my rapture. My love is accidentally shaped like a spear. 

So Vivec, who had a grain of  's mercy, set about to teach Molag Bal in the ways of belly-magic. They took their spears out and compared them. Vivec bit new words onto the King of Rape's so that it might give more than ruin to the uninitiated. This has since become a forbidden ritual, though people still practice it in secret.

Here is why: The   and demons and monsters that were watching all took out their own spears. There was much biting and the earth became wet. And this was the last laugh of Molag Bal:

: Watch as the earth shall crack, heavy with so much power, that should have been forever unalike! 

Then that stretch of badlands that had been the site of the marriage fragmented and threw fire. And a race that is no more but that was terrible at the time to behold came forth. Born of the biters, that is all they did, and they ran amok across the lands of Veloth and even to the shores of  .

But Vivec made of his spear a more terrible thing, from a secret he had bitten off from the King of Rape. And so he sent Molag Bal tumbling into the crack of the biters and swore forever that he would not deem the King beautiful ever again.

Vivec wept as he slew all those around him with his terrible new spear. He named it MUATRA, which is Milk Taker, and even the Chimeri mystics knew his fury. Anyone struck by Vivec at this time turned barren and withered into bone shapes. The path of bones became a sentence for the stars to read, and the heavens have never known children since. Vivec hunted down the biters one by one, and all their progeny, and he killed them all by means of the Nine Apertures, and the wise still hide theirs from Muatra.

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 15

These were the days of  ia, when   and   lived under the wise and benevolent rule of the   and their champion the Hortator. When the gods of   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 third of the three lessons of ruling kings:

 The ruling king will remove me, his maker. This is the way of all children. His greatest enemy is the  , who is the false dreamer. You or he is the shingle, Hortator. Beware the wrong walking path. Beware the crime of benevolence. Behold him by his words. 

:I AM THE SHARMAT
:I AM OLDER THAN MUSIC
:WHAT I BRING IS LIGHT
:WHAT I BRING IS A STAR
:WHAT I BRING IS
:AN ANCIENT SEA
:WHEN YOU SLEEP YOU SEE ME
:DANCING AT THE CORE
:IT IS NOT A  
:IT IS  
:I PUT A STAR
:INTO THE WORLD'S MOUTH
:TO MURDER IT
:TEAR DOWN THE PYLONS
:MY BLIND FISH
:SWIM IN THE NEW
:PHLOGISTON
:TEAR DOWN THE PYLONS
:MY DEAF MOONS
:SING AND BURN
:AND ORBIT ME
:I AM OLDER THAN MUSIC
:WHAT I BRING IS LIGHT
:WHAT I BRING IS A STAR
:WHAT I BRING IS
:AN ANCIENT SEA

 You alone, though you come again and again, can unmake him. Whether I allow it is within my wisdom. Go unarmed into   with these words of power: AE GHARTOK PADHOME [CHIM] AE ALTADOON. Or do not. The temporal myth is man. Reach heaven by violence. This magic I give to you: the world you will rule is only an intermittent hope and you must be the letter written in uncertainty. 

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 16

The Hortator wandered through the Mourning Hold, wrestling with the lessons he had learned. They were slippery in his mind. He could not always keep the words straight and knew that this was a danger. He wandered to find Vivec, his lord and master, the glory of the image of Veloth, and found him of all places in the Temple of  . There, clockwork shears were taking off Vivec's hair. A beggar king had brought his loom and was making of the hair an incomplete map of adulthood and death.

Nerevar said,  Why are you doing this, milord? 

Vivec said,  To make room for the fire. 

And the Hortator could see that Vivec was out of sorts, though not because of the impending new power to come. The golden warrior-poet had been exercising his Water Face as well, learned from the dreughs  .

Nerevar said,  Is this to keep you from the fire? 

Vivec said,  It is so that I may see with truth. It, and my place here at the altar of Padhome in the house of False Thinking, serve so that I may see beyond my own secrets. The Water Face cannot lie. It comes from the ocean, which is too busy to think, much less lie. Moving water resembles truth by its trembling. 

Nerevar said,  I am afraid to become slipshod in my thinking. 

Vivec said,  Reach heaven by violence then. 

So to quiet his mind the Hortator chose from the Fight Racks an axe. He named it and moved on to the first moon.

There, Nerevar was greeted by the Parliament of Craters, who knew him by title and resented his presence, for he was to be a ruling king of earth and this was the lunar realm. They shifted around him in a pattern of entrapment.

: The moon does not recognize crowns or scepters,  they said,  nor the representatives of kingdoms below, lion or serpent or mathematician. We are the graves of those that have migrated and become ancient countries. We seek no Queens or thrones. Your appearance is decidedly solar, which is to say a library of stolen ideas. We are neither tear nor sorrow. Our revolution succeeded in the manner that is was written. You are the Hortator and unwelcome here. 

And so Nerevar carved at the grave ghosts until he was out of breath and their Parliament could make no new laws.

He said,  I am not of the slaves that perish. 

Of the members of Parliament only a few survived the Hortator's attack.

A surviving Crater said,  Appropriation is nothing new. Everything happens of itself. This motif is by no means unassociated with hero myths. You have not acted with the creative impulse; you fall below the weight of destiny. We are graves but not coffins. Know the difference. You have only dug more and supplied no ghosts to reside within. Central to your claim is the predominance of frail events. To be judged by the earth is to sit on a throne of wonder why. Damage us more and you will find naught but the absence of our dead. 

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 17

: I am an atlas of smoke. 

With this,   bec me greater than he had been. These were the days of  ia, when   and   lived under the wise and benevolent rule of the   and their champion the Hortator.

: Seek me without effort for I take many shapes. 

The Hortator was still trying to subdue the heavens with an axe. He was thrown out of the library of the sun by the power of Magnus. Vivec found him in a grub field outside of the swamps of the Deshaan Plain. They walked for a span in silence, for Nerevar had been humbled and Vivec still had mercy in his hand.

Soon they were walking across the eastern sea to the land of snakes and snow demons. Vivec wanted to show the Hortator the fighting styles of foreign tongues. They learned the idiom stroke from the pillow book of the Tsaesci king. It is shaped like the insight of this page. The Tsaesci serpents vowed to have their vengeance on the west at least three times.

They walked farther and saw the spiked waters at the edge of the map. Here the spirit of limitation gifted them with a spoke and bade them find the rest of the wheel.

The Hortator said,  The edge of the world is made of swords. 

Vivec corrected him.  They are the bottom row of the world's teeth. 

They walked to the north to the Elder Wood and found nothing but frozen bearded kings.

They came to the west where the black men dwelt. For a year they studied under their sword saints and then for another Vivec taught them the virtue of the little reward. Vivec chose a king for a wife and made another race of monsters which ended up destroying the west completely. To a warrior chief Vivec said:

: We must not act and speak as if asleep. 

Nerevar wondered if there was anything to learn in the south but Vivec remained silent and only led them back to Red Mountain.

: Here,  Vivec said,  is the last of the last. Within it the   waits. 

But they both knew that the time was not ready to contest the Sharmat and so they engaged in combat with each other. Vivec marked the Hortator in this way for all of the Velothi to see. He sealed the wound with the blessing of  - . At the end of the battle, the Hortator found that he had gathered seven more spokes. He attempted to attach them and form a staff but Vivec would not let him, saying,  It is not the time for that. 

Nerevar said,  Where did I find these? 

Vivec said that they had collected them from around the world, though some had come invisibly.  I am the wheel,  he said, and took that shape. Before the emptiness at the center could live too long, Nerevar put in the spokes.

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 18

Now   felt that he had taught the Hortator as much as he could before the war with the   came. The warrior-poet decided he had to begin his Book of Hours at that point, because the world was about to bend with its age.

Vivec entered the   and announced to   that he was going to fight nine monsters that had escaped the  .

: I will return,  he said,  to   to the grand architect of the Dwemer. 

Ayem said,  Out of nine you will find only eight, though they be mighty. The last is already destroyed by your decision to create the Book of Hours. 

Vivec understood that Ayem meant himself.

: Why,  she asked,  are you in doubt? 

Vivec knew that his doubt made him the sword of the Triune and so he did not feel shame or fear. Instead, he explained and these are the words:

: Can a member of the Invisible Gate become so archaic that its successor is not so much an improvement of the exact model, but rather a related model that is just needed more because of the currency of the world's condition? As the Mother, you do not have to worry, unless things in the future are so strange that even   cannot understand. Neither does the Executioner or the Fool, but I am neither.

: These ideals are not going to change in nature, even though they may change in representation. But, even in the west, the Rainmaker vanishes. No one needs him anymore.

: Can one oust the model not because the model is set according to an ideal but because it is tied to an ever-changing unconscious mortal agenda? 

This is what was said to Ayem when Vivec was whole. The wise shall not mistake this.

Ayem said,  This is why you were born of a netchiman's wife and destined to merge with the simulacrum of your mother, gilled and blended in all the arts of the star-wounded East, under water and in fire and in metal and in ash,  , to 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. 

Vivec knew then why he would record his Book of Hours.

This sermon is forbidden.

In this world and others EIGHTEEN less one (the victor) is the magical disk, hurled to reach heaven by violence.

This sermon is untrue.

The ending of the world is ALMSIVI.
Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 19

Vivec put on his armor and stepped into a non-spatial space filling to capacity with mortal interaction and information, a canvas-less cartography of every single mind it has ever known, an event that had developed some semblance of a divine spark. He said,  From here I shall launch my attack on the eight monsters. 

Vivec then saw the moths that would come from the starry heart, bringing with them dust more horrible than the ash of Red Mountain. He saw the twin head of a ruling king who had no equivalent. And eight imperfections rubbed into precious stones, set into a crown that looked like shackles, which he understood to be the twin crowns of the two-headed king. And a river that fed into the mouth of the two-headed king, because he contained multitudes.

Vivec then built the Provisional House at the Center of the Secret Door. From here he could watch the age to come. Of the House is written:

Cornerstone one has a finger 
Buried under, pointing through 
Dirt, slow low in the ground 
North cannot be guessed, 
And yet it is spirit-free

Cornerstone two has a tongue, 
And even dust can be talkative, 
Listen and you will see the love 
The ancient libraries need

Cornerstone three has a bit of string, 
Shaped like your favorite color, 
A girl remembers who left it there 
But she is afraid to dig it out, 
And see what it is attached to

Cornerstone four has nine bones, 
Removed carefully from a black cat, 
Arranged in the fashion of this word, 
Protecting us from our enemies

Your house is safe now 
So why is it  
Your house is safe now 
So why is it 

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 20

The first monster was actually two, having been born twice like his mother-father, Vivec. He was not the mightiest of the eight to  , but his actions were the most worrisome. He was known as Moon Axle, and he harvested the leftover  foibles of nature. This he did twice, as was said, and the second harvest always brought ruin or unwritten law. His aspect was faceted like a polyhedron.

No perils are mentioned in the finding of Moon Axle, but it was known that he was immune to  s, so Vivec had to use the   not held against him. Before he took issue with the monster, the warrior-poet asked:

: How came you to be immune to spears? 

To which Moon Axle replied,  Mine is a dual nature, and protean. I am in fact made of many straight lines, though none last too long. In this way I have learned to ignore all true segments. 

Luckily, the sword not held was curved and therefore could cut into Moon Axle, and before the sun was up he was bleeding from many wounds. Vivec did not slay him outright for to do so woul  keep the foibles of nature within him and not back where they belonged. Soon Vivec had traced geography right again, and Moon Axle was ready to be slain.

Vivec rose up in his giant-form, to be terrible to look upon. He reached into the west and pulled out a canyon, holding it like a horn. He reached east and ate a handful of  . Blowing their spirits through the canyon made a terrible wail, not unlike an unsolved woman. He said:

: Let this overtake you,  and Moon Axle was overtaken by the curvatures of stolen souls. They wrapped about the monster like resin, until finally he could not move, nor could his dual nature.

Vivec said,  Now you are solved,  and pierced his child with Muatra. Moon Axle had been reduced to something static, and therefore shattered.

The lines of Moon Axle were collected by Velothi philosophers and taken into caves. There, and for a year, Vivec taught the philosophers how to turn the lines of his son into the spokes of mystery wheels. This was the birth of the first Whirling School. Before, there had only been the surface thought of fire.

Vivec looked at his first wheeling students and observed:

: Alike the egg-layered universe is this morbid possession of three-distant coverage, soul-wrecked and alive, like my name is alive. In this cloister you have discovered one walking path, hilled like a sword but more coarsened. So edged it is that it has to be whispered to keep the tongue from bleeding, where its signs evacuate their former meanings, like empires that tarry too long.

: The sword is estrangement from statesmanship.

: Look on the estimable lines of my son, now crafted star-wise, his every limb equidistant from the center. Is he solved because I will it so? There cannot be a second stage. Think on the theory that my existence promulgates the five elements and alike the egg-layered universe I am cause for great density. Here is a thought that can break the wagon's axle; here is another that can soar. 

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 21

The Scripture of the Wheel, First:

: The Spokes are the eight components of chaos, as yet solidified by the law of time: static change, if you will, something the lizard gods refer to as the Striking. That is the reptile wheel, coiled potential, ever-preamble to the never-action. 

Second:

: They are the lent bones of the Aedra, the Eight gift-limbs to SITHISIT, the wet earth of the new star our home. Outside them is the Aurbis, and not within. Like most things inexplicable, it is a circle. Circles are confused serpents, striking and striking and never given leave to bite. The Aedra would have you believe different, but they were givers before liars. Lies have turned them into biters. Their teeth are the proselytizers; to convert is to place oneself in the mouth of falsehood; even to propitiate is to be swallowed. 

Third:

: The enlightened are those uneaten by the world. 

Fourth:

: The spaces between the gift-limbs number sixteen, the signal shapes of the Demon Princedoms. It is the key and the lock, series and manticore. 

Fifth: 

: Look at the majesty sideways and all you see is  , which our ancestors made idols from. Look at its center and all you see is the begotten hole, second serpent, womb-ready for the Right Reaching, exact and without enchantment. 

Sixth:

: The heart of the second serpent holds the secret triangular gate. 

Seventh:

: Look at the secret triangular gate sideways and you see the secret Tower. 

Eighth:

: The secret Tower within the Tower is the shape of the only name of God, I. 

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
Lore:36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 22

Then   left the first Whirling School and went back to the space that was not a space. From the Provisional House he looked into the middle world to find the second monster, which was called the Treasure Wood Sword. Within years of the Pomegranate Banquet, it had become a lessoning tune to the lower  . They preached of its power:

: The Treasure Wood Sword, splinter scintilla of the high and glorious! He who wields it becomes self-known! 

The warrior-poet appeared as a visitation in the ancestor alcove of  , whose rose-worn prince of garlands was a hero against the  . Vivec congregated with the bones. He said:

: A scavenger cannot acquire a silk sash and expect to discover the greater systems of its predecessor: perfect happiness is embraced only by the weeping. Give me back (and do so freely) what is barren of my marriage and I will not erase you from the thought realm of God. Your line has a notable enchantress that my sister   is fond of and from her murky wisdom alone do I condescend to ask. 

A   emerged from a wall. It had three precious stones set in its lower jaw, a magical practice of old. One was  , the color of opal. The bone-walker bowed to the prince of the middle air and said:

: The Treasure Wood Sword will not leave our house. Bargains were made with the Black Hands  , the greater shade. 

Vivec kissed the first precious stone and said:

: Animal picture, rude-walker, go back to the lamp that stays lit in water and store no more messages of useless noise. Down. 

He kissed the second precious stone and said:

: Proud residue, soon dispersed, serve no guarantees made in my fore-image and demand nothing of its under-skin. I am master evermore. Down. 

He kissed the opal and said:

: Down I take thee. 

And then Vivec withdrew into the hidden places and found the darkest mothers of the  , taking them all to wife and filling them with undusted loyalty that tasted of summer salt. They became as black queens, screaming live with a hundred murderous sons, a thousand murderous arms, and a hundred thousand murderous hands, one vast moving event of thrusting-kill-laughter in alleys, palaces, workshops, cities and secret halls. Their movements among the holdings of the   were as rippled endings, heaving between times, with all fates leading to swallowed knives, murder as moaning, God's holy rape-erasure of wet death.

The King of Assassins presented to Vivec the Treasure Wood Sword.

: Milord,  the King of Assassins said.  The prince of House Mora is now fond of you, as well. I placed him in the Corner of Dagon. His eyes I set into a fire prayer for the wicked. His mouth I stuffed with birds. 

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.