Loremaster ' s Archive : Zakhin ' s Many Heroes Loremaster ' s Archive : Zakhin ' s Many Heroes is part of the " Loremaster ' s Archive " series written by Lawrence Schick , the Loremaster of . This entry was published on 08 / 01 / 2014 . Content . Zakhin ' s Many Heroes By The Unveiled Azadiyeh On Morndas , young Zakhin hastened home over the scorching sands from his drills , the bright flame of legends driving his steps , and proclaimed , “ Mama ! When I am grown , I will be like Hafseta - Who - Moved - Dunes ! I will train until I am stronger than all of my friends , no matter how long I must toil , and then great glory can come to our house and all will know my name . ” His mother smiled , for she knew her son had begun to understand strength and perseverance . Tirdas of the next week , Zakhin ’ s joyful voice reached her ears even before the door opened . “ Mama ! When I am grown , I wish to be like The Unbowed Memyireh . I will fight an army all alone to save my friends ! I will never leave them to the mercy of the enemy , even if one calls me a name , such as when Sameq called me sand - pants . ” She smiled again , proud that tales of loyalty and forgiveness made a home in his heart . One Middas hence , Zakhin returned home shouting once more . “ Mama , do you know who I will be now ? I will be like Rajmahar of the Nine Golden Towers , and I will ride a sable horse with silver hooves to drive bandit lords from their caves and build a home for the poor from their spoils ! ” So pleased was she to hear this admiration of honor and charity that he was allowed two extra figs that eve . The following Turdas , Zakhin flew back home , alight with new inspiration . " I will be like Frandar Hunding ! I will make my blade sing and lead a mighty army . No enemy will stand against my strategies , for I will consider all possibilities . ” Her pride blossomed the more , for all mothers pray their sons will aspire to leadership and careful contemplation . On Fredas , young Zakhin returned home from drills with a sparkle in his eye . He did not shout or profess a new hero , but came in from the heat and sat wordless upon his favorite cushion , looking at his mother the whole time . " Well , " she questioned , " who will you be today ? " She hardly finished before he pounced to answer . " I will be a new hero , and they will tell of my deeds to the little children during drills ! " Only then did she shed a tear . The Unveiled Azadiyeh Answers Your Questions : “ I was reading the book Glinting Talons , but the numerous references to light and the sun seemed out of place , given what we know about Tava being the Yokuda n version of Kynareth . I was reminded of a discussion that mentioned a possible relationship between Merida and Kyne . Due to Meridia ' s position among the Ayleid s and their cultural identification with birds and feathers , I was wondering if the book Glinting Talons purposefully drew parallels between these deities , thus making Tava the ‘ missing link , ’ so to speak . ” – Phil W . The Unveiled Azadiyeh says : “ Be not misled , O Phil , by the confused misunderstandings of the Tamrielics , whose minds are clouded by blood and darkness . Tava , as spirit of the air and goddess of weather , has dominion over all elements of sun and storm , save only for the stars , which belong to Ruptga ( may praises ever follow his name ) . Kyne and Kynareth are but her shadows , images seen dimly through the dust of Cyrodiil and the snow of Skyrim . Of course , it is praiseworthy for the Nede lings and Nordlings to worship the gods in any manner , even if their understanding is faulty and misguided . We can but hope that they come to the True Way before Satakal returns to take us all . “ As for Meridia , speak not the name of a daemon in consanguinity with that of a god . She is an intruder from beyond Mundus , and no part of our world . Go , O Phil , contemplate your mistake , and step no more upon the Path of Error . ” “ I read somewhere that the Maormer ruler King Orgnum is said to be ‘ the Serpent God of the Satakal . ’ What does this mean for Yokudan mythology and history ? We know the Maormer are obsessed with serpents , and Redguard s are , too . Maybe there ' s a link between the Left - Handed Elves and the Maormer ? ” – MareloRyan The Unveiled Azadiyeh says : “ It may be as you say , Marelo at - Ryan , for your words waft the aroma of wisdom , but as to their Full - Truth , I am unable to aver it . We speak no more of the Left - Handed Elves ( may curses follow them into the Eight Abysses ) , for to recall their abominations but darkens our days — and who can say how many each of us shall have before Tu ' whacca beckons us , save that they will be too few ? “ As for the Maormer , whatever their burden of association with the Sinistral Mer , they come not north of Stros M ' kai , for our fearless sea - warriors have taught them to keep well clear of the shores of Hammerfell . Orgnum , their so - called ‘ Immortal Monarch , ’ will find he is not so deathless at the coming of the true Satakal ( may it be long from today , inevitable though it is ) . ” “ Are there any other somewhat isolated Redguard communities like the Ash ' abah ? I also have another question , what is the official name of the nomads of Alik ' r ? Are they just called the Alik ' r ? ” – WaywardSwordsman The Unveiled Azadiyeh says : “ The Ash ’ abah , though an unclean tribe of pariahs , nonetheless perform a function blessed by Tu ’ whacca , and they have sibling - tribes in southern Hammerfell as well . I have heard tell of a wayward tribe of Redguards far in the chilly north known only as the Horsemen , but this may be merely legend . Then , of course , there are the Exiled Sun - Eaters of Numaneh , but to tell their tale is forbidden . ” Plea for Open Eyes By The Unveiled Azadiyeh Tall Papa , whose fingers brush the scattered stars , whose shadow stretches beyond horizons seen and unseen , whose authority commands the spirits of the last world and the next , have mercy on your children . It pains my soul to see my brothers and sisters clutched in the coils of the snake . They flee your blessed teachings , spitting on the face of the shame they should feel and driving their rusted blades into the heart of our traditions . They have been fooled and tempted by the fat life of emperor s , and here I lay bare the transgressions upon the Old Ways . O Ruptga , I pray they should realize the hideous visage of these sins and repent , eyes open and seeing . We know the truth , for it has been told . " Honor your ancestors . He who permits their words and deeds to languish breaks his own blade and casts it to the burning wind . " Yet in Sentinel , musical words in Yoku do not echo through palace halls . The tales are of foreign heroes , spoken in harsh tongues . The words of our fathers ' fathers cry out for sweet water , but the legends they once carried crumble to dust . If we do not tend to them , we know that a new Ending Time , worse again than those before , draws near . We know the truth , for it has been told . " No pity or mercy shall be afforded the wretch who stands against the Warrior Wave . " Yet our brothers and sisters meekly accept the Pariah Folk as equals and allies , polluting our honor with their mud - covered feet and staining our annals for all time . If it hurts one loyal songbird such as I to see this arrangement permitted , then how it must bring stinging tears to Tava ' s eyes and inflame Diagna ' s very sword - arm with the Crimson Rash of Betrayal ! We know the truth , for it has been told . " Give your obedience to none save the gods of Yokuda . The Far Shores recede from he who leans upon thin - blooded shoulders , scornful of his feeble grasp . ” Yet a mild king of green lands commands our children . He sends them to die in his quest to claim White - Gold . He will step upon their strong backs to ascend . His gods ' fingers reach into our heart , and Morwha shakes her head . Read this , O brothers and sisters . You have turned your left side to duty and closed your eyes to the searing sun . Your honor blackens as the memory of Yokuda - now - sunken fades . All is not yet lost . Take up the sword strengthened by our ancestors ' ways , forged in the fires of righteousness and keen with true honor . Renounce these misguided New Movements and return to your family , who will accept you despite your misdeeds . Return while you still may .