Mythic Dawn Commentaries The Mythic Dawn Commentaries is a collection of four books written by Mankar Camoran . In Oblivion . Each book in the collection increases a specific magic skill . See the quest " The Path of Dawn " or individual books for more information . In Skyrim . This can be found in Silus Vesuius ' s House in Dawnstar . To get the books , the Dragonborn must break into a display case and steal them . They do not increase skills . Content . Mythic Dawn Commentaries 1 . 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 ! Mythic Dawn Commentaries 2 . Whosoever findeth this document , I call him brother . Answers are liberations , where the slaves of Malbioge that came to know Numantia cast down their jailer king , Maztiak , which the Xarxes Mysterium calls the Arkayn . Maztiak , whose carcass was dragged through the streets by his own bone - walkers and whose flesh was opened on rocks thereon and those angels who loved him no longer did drink from his honeyed ichors screaming " Let all know free will and do as they will ! " Your coming was foretold , my brother , by the Lord Dagon in his book of razors . You are to come as Idols drop away from you one by one . You are exalted in eyes that have not yet set on you ; you , swain to well - travelled to shatterer of mantles . You , brother , are to sit with me in Paradise and be released of all unknowns . Indeed , I shall show you His book and its foul - and - many - feathered rubric so that you can put into symbols what you already know : the sphere of destruction is but the milk of the unenslaved . I fault not your stumbling , for they are expected and given grace by the Oils . I crave not your downfalls , though without them you might surpass me even in the coming Earth of all infinities . Lord Dagon wishes you no ills but the momentous . And as He wants , you must want , and so learn from the pages of God this : the Ritual of Want : Whisper to earth and earth , where the meddlers take no stones except to blood , as blood IS blood , and to the cracking of bone , as bone IS bone , and so to crack and answer and fall before the one and one , I call you Dragon as brother and king . Hides of dreugh : 7 and 7 , draught of Oil , 1 and 1 , circles drawn by wet Dibellites : three concentric and let their lower blood fall where it may , a birth watched by blackbirds : Hearthfire 1st . Incant the following when your hearing becomes blurred : Enraptured , he who finally goes unrecorded . Recorded , the slaves that without knowing turn the Wheel . Enslaved , all the children of the Aurbis As It Is . Mythic Dawn Commentaries 3 . The Tower touches all the mantles of Heaven , brother - noviates , and by its apex one can be as he will . More : be as he was and yet changed for all else on that path for those that walk after . This is the third key of Nu - mantia and the secret of how mortals become makers , and makers back to mortals . The Bones of the Wheel need their flesh , and that is mankind ' s heirloom . Oath - breakers beware , for their traitors run through the nymic - paths , runner dogs of prolix gods . The Dragon ' s Blood have hidden ascension in six - thousands years of aetherial labyrinth , which is Arena , which they yet deny is Oathbound . By the Book , take this key and pierce the divine shell that encloses the mantle - takers ! The skin of gold ! SCARAB AE AURBEX ! Woe to the Oath - breakers ! Of the skin of gold , the Xarxes Mysteriuum says " Be fooled not by the forlorn that ride astray the roadway , for they lost faith and this losing was caused by the Aedra who would know no other planets . " Whereby the words of Lord Dagon instructs us to destroy these faithless . " Eat or bleed dry the gone - forlorn and gain that small will that led them to walk the path of Godhead at the first . Spit out or burn to the side that which made them delay . Know them as the Mnemoli . " Every new limb is paid for by the under - known . See , brother , and give not more to the hydra . Reader , you will sense a shadow - choir soon . The room you are in right now will grow eyes and voices . The candle or spell - light you read this by will become gateways for the traitors I have mentioned . Scorn them and fear not . Call them names , call out their base natures . I , the Mankar of stars , am with you , and I come to take you to my Paradise where the Tower - traitors shall hang on glass wracks until they smile with the new revolution . That is your ward against the Mnemoli . They run blue , through noise , and shine only when the earth trembles with the eruption of the newly - mantled . Tell them " Go ! GHARTOK AL MNEM ! God is come ! NUMI MORA ! NUM DALAE MNEM ! " Once you walk in the Mythic it surrenders its power to you . Myth is nothing more than first wants . Unutterable truth . Ponder this while searching for the fourth key . Understood laws of the arcanature will fall away like heat . " First Tower Dictate : render the mutant bound where he may do no more harm . As God of the Mundus , alike shall be his progeny , split from their divine sparks . We are Eight time eight Exarchs . Let the home of Padomay see us as sole exit . " CHIM . Those who know it can reshape the land . Witness the home of the Red King Once Jungled . He that enters Paradise enters his own Mother . AE ALMA RUMA ! The Aurbis endeth in all ways . Endeth we seek through our Dawn , all endeth . Falter now and become one with the wayside orphans that feed me . Follow and I shall adore you from inside . My first daughter ran from the Dagonite road . Her name was Ruma and I ate her with no bread , and made another , which learned , and I loved that one and blackbirds formed her twin behind all time . Starlight is your mantle , brother . Wear it to see by and add its light to Paradise . Mythic Dawn Commentaries 4 . May the holder of the fourth key know the heart thereby : the Mundex Terrene was once ruled over solely by the tyrant dreugh - kings , each to their own dominion , and borderwars fought between their slave oceans . They were akin to the time - totems of old , yet evil , and full of mockery and profane powers . No one that lived did so outside of the sufferance of the dreughs . I give my soul to the Magna Ge , sayeth the joyous in Paradise , for they created Mehrunes the Razor in secret , in the very bowels of Lyg , the domain of the Upstart who vanishes . Though they came from diverse waters , each Get shared sole purpose : to artifice a prince of good , spinning his likeness in random swath , and imbuing him with Oblivion ' s most precious and scarce asset : hope . Deathlessly I intone from Paradise : Mehrunes the Thieftaker , Mehrunes Godsbody , Mehrunes the Red Arms That Went Up ! Nu - Mantia ! Liberty ! Deny not that these days shall come again , my novitiates ! For as Mehrunes threw down Lyg and cracked his face , declaring each of the nineteen and nine and nine oceans Free , so shall he crack the serpent crown of the Cyrodiils and make federation ! All will change in these days as it was changed in those , for with by the magic word Nu - Mantia a great rebellion rose up and pulled down the towers of CHIM - EL GHARJYG , and the templars of the Upstart were slaughtered , and blood fell like dew from the upper wards down to the lowest pits , where the slaves with maniacal faces took chains and teeth to their jailers and all hope was brush - fire . Your Dawn listens , my Lord ! Let all the Aurbis know itself to be Free ! Mehrunes is come ! There is no dominion save free will ! Suns were riven as your red legions moved from Lyg to the hinterlands of chill , a legion for each Get , and Kuri was thrown down and Djaf was thrown down and Horma - Gile was crushed with coldsalt and forevermore called Hor and so shall it be again under the time of Gates . Under the mires , Malbioge was thrown down , that old City of Chains , slaked in newbone - warmth and set Free . Galg and Mor - Galg were thrown down together in a single night of day and shall it be again under the time of Gates . Nothing but woe for NRN which has become The Pit and seven curses on its Dreugh , the Vermae NI - MOHK ! But for it the Crusades would be as my lord ' s Creation , Get by the Ge and do as thou wilt , of no fetters but your own conscience ! Know that your Hell is Broken , people of the Aurbis , and praise the Nu - Mantia which is Liberty !