Mythic Dawn Commentaries 1 Summary . This book is part of a four volume series . The other three books are : Contents . Greetings , novitiate , and know first a reassurance : Mankar Camoran was once like you , asleep , unwise , protonymic . We mortals leave the dreaming - sleeve of birth the same , unmantled save for the symbiosis with our mothers , thus to practice and thus to rapprochement , until finally we might through new eyes leave our hearths without need or fear that she remains behind . In this moment we destroy her forever and enter the demesne of Lord Dagon . Reader , this book is your door to that demesne and though you be a destroyer you must still submit to locks . Lord Dagon would only have those clever enough to pause ; all else the Aurbis claims in their fool running . Walk first . Heed . The impatience you feel is your first slave to behead . Enter as Lord Dagon has written : come slow and bring four keys . Know that then you are royalty , a new breed of destroyer , whose garden shall flood with flowers known and unknown , as it was in the mythic dawn . Thus shall you return to your first primal wail and yet come out different . It shall this time be neonymbiosis , master akin to Master , whose Mother is miasma . Every quarter has known us , and none bore our passing except with trembling . Perhaps you came to us through war , or study , or shadow , or the alignment of certain snakes . Though each path matters in its kind , the prize is always thus : welcome , novitiate , that you are here at all means that you have the worthiness of kings . Seek thy pocket now , and look ! There is the first key , glinting with the light of a new dawn . Night follows day , and so know that this primary insight shall fall alike unto the turbulent evening sea where all faiths are tested . Again , a reassurance : even the Usurper went under the Iliac before he rose up to claim his fleet . Fear only for a second . Shaken belief is like water for a purpose : in the garden of the Dawn we shall breathe whole realities . Enter as Lord Dagon has written : come slow and bring four keys . Our Order is based on the principles of his mighty razor : Novitiate , Questing Knight , Chaplain , and Master . Let the evil ones burn in its light as if by the excess of our vision . Then shalt our Knowledge go aright . However , recall that your sight is yet narrow , and while you have the invitation , you have not the address . My own summons came through a book Lord Dagon wrote himself in the deserts of rust and wounds . Its name is the ' Mysterium Xarxes ' , Aldmeretada aggregate , forefather to the wife of all enigma . Each word is razor - fed and secret , thinner than cataclysms , tarnished like red - drink . That I mention it at all is testament to your new rank , my child . Your name is now cut into its weight . Palace , hut , or cave , you have left all the fog worlds of conception behind . Nu - mantia ! Liberty ! Rejoice in the promise of paradise ! Endlessly it shall form and reform around you , deeds as entities , all - systems only an hour before they bloom to zero sums , flowering like vestments , divine raiment worn to dance at Lord Dagon ' s golden feet . In his first arm , a storm , his second the rush of plagued rain , the third all the tinder of Anu , and the fourth the very eyes of Padhome . Feel uplifted in thine heart that you have this first key , for it shall strike high and low into the wormrot of false heavens . Roaring I wandered until I grew hoarse with the gospel . I had read the mysteries of Lord Dagon and feeling anew went mad with the overflow . My words found no purchase until I became hidden . These were not words for the common of Tamriel , whose clergy long ago feigned the very existence of the Dawn . Learn from my mistake ; know that humility was Mankar Camoran ' s original wisdom . Come slow , and bring four keys . Offering myself to that daybreak allowed the girdle of grace to contain me . When my voice returned , it spoke with another tongue . After three nights I could speak fire . Red - drink , razor - fed , I had glimpsed the path unto the garden , and knew that to inform others of its harbor I had to first drown myself in search ' s sea . Know ye that I have found my fleet , and that you are the flagship of my hope . Greetings , novitiate , Mankar Camoran was once you , asleep , unwise , protonymic , but Am No More . Now I sit and wait to feast with thee on all the worlds of this cosmos . Nu - mantia ! Liberty !