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Joined: 19 Sep 2005 12 posts Location:Caecilly Island

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205 Stendarr's Star 1st Passing To my friend Tal Marog Ker, Tis' been near fty years since last we had chance enough to speak, when I lent the battlemage Dagon's protonymic and my isle was for a short time freed from it's prison. Liberation lasted long enough for me to gaze once more upon Direnni, and see the fall of Tharn, the same span it took for Dagon to reappropriate. I would have warned you earlier had I not been snatched away. I would have relaid it immediately but my mind comes and goes. Have you seen my son? Perhaps I was better off in the void. The void. It wasn't void while I was there... Your notes on the journal I gave you last we met are terribly poor. Perhaps the journal was poor. I may be able to make clarications next we meet. I write to you at the outset of crisis. Old habits die hard [even for a Leaper Demon] but Caecilly is no longer safe from the tempest of Alduin; we were before, hidden away in the skyvaults of the deadlands in the back of the Dagon's mind - a pocket of stasis in a void of chaos, a new Aldmeris waiting to bloom. Numidius would have had his own, Camoran did but did it wrong. You realize by my writing that Dagon's banishment by the Akatosh-Incaro set Caecilly free once more, though for how long I cannot say - if the Thalmor who came to study it's chapel are correct perhaps forever. But now we're here and the world-eater will nd us, soon even, for we're in the north. I've felt since birth that should I ever meet a dragon it would be my solemn duty to slay it. Yours, Chimere Graegyn Isle of Caecilly High Rock Master Sorcerer, Summoner, and Direnni retainer

205 Stendarr's Star 1st Passing To my friend Tal Marog Ker, Tis' been near fty years since last we had chance enough to speak, when I lent the battlemage Dagon's protonymic and my isle was for a short time freed from it's prison. Liberation lasted long enough for me to gaze once more upon Direnni, and see the fall of Tharn, the same span it took for Dagon to reappropriate. I would have warned you earlier had I not been snatched away. I would have relaid it immediately but my mind comes and goes. Have you seen my son? Perhaps I was better off in the void. The void. It wasn't void while I was there... Your notes on the journal I gave you last we met are terribly poor. Perhaps the journal was poor. I may be able to make clarications next we meet. I write to you at the outset of crisis. Old habits die hard [even for a Leaper Demon] but Caecilly is no longer safe from the tempest of Alduin; we were before, hidden away in the skyvaults of the deadlands in the back of the Dagon's mind - a pocket of stasis in a void of chaos, a new Aldmeris waiting to bloom. Numidius would have had his own, Camoran did but did it wrong. You realize by my writing that Dagon's banishment by the Akatosh-Incaro set Caecilly free once more, though for how long I cannot say - if the Thalmor who came to study it's chapel are correct perhaps forever. But now we're here and the world-eater will nd us, soon even, for we're in the north. I've felt since birth that should I ever meet a dragon it would be my solemn duty to slay it. Yours, Chimere Graegyn Isle of Caecilly High Rock

Tal Marog Ker Posted 02 November 2011 - 12:43 PM Joined: 30 Oct 2011 10 posts Location:Vindasel Sanctuary

Tal Morag Ker

Posted 02 November 2012 - 05:31 AM Location: Vindasel Sanctuary

20 Sun's Dusk, 4E 13 Skingrad Library Colovia To Chimere Graegyn, I scarce can convey the thrill which enveloped me upon returning from lecture to nd a vellum stamped with the seal of the old Direnni dynasty lying upon my desk. The traditionalists communicate so little with Cyrodiil as of late that I hoped to hear word on these new Altmeri heretics, yet to then note the mark of Chimere! I dare say were my staff not near I may have fallen, which would have dearly upset my aide. Why have the Inquirers not reported on Caecilly's return? I might have suspected your recurrence were it not for the other matters which now press upon us so daily. It is both blessing and omen that I receive your letter today. As it happens the University Chair desires that I travel to the Scathing Bay to collect whispers from ancestral spirits. The land is teeming with them as if the gates of Necrom itself burst forth under impact of the moon; Thras no doubt nds it to be the best market they've had since the plague and without the Temple there are none left to enforce the proper rites, but enough of that, your letter will be enough for me to escape the eastern expedition and make for the west. What is this talk of Dagon and Camoran? That is behind us friend. No Mythic Dawn cells remain in Cyrodiil, even if we've yet to expel them from Tamriel as a whole. No rumors have trickled our way from the north regarding Alduin, were there any Temple Zero would have been amongst the rst to know, and given that they share various confraters with Gwylim we would have known readily enough. Are you well my friend? I feel I must visit you at once. There are much more pressing matters to concern ourselves with than Nordic superstition, should you be up to the task of lending us your discernment. Faithfully, TMK

20 Sun's Dusk, 4E 13 Skingrad Library Colovia To Chimere Graegyn, We scarce can convey the thrill which enveloped us upon returning from lecture to nd a vellum stamped with the seal of the old Direnni dynasty lying upon our desk. The orthodox communicate so little with Cyrodiil as of late that we hoped to hear word on these new Altmeri heralds, yet to then note the mark of Chimere! We dare say were our staff not near we may have fallen, which would have dearly upset our aide. Why have the Inquirers not reported on Caecilly's return? We might have suspected your recurrence were it not for the other matters which now press upon us so daily; it is odd that those who examined the chapel failed to report it. It is both blessing and omen that we receive your letter today. As it happens the University Chair desires that we travel to the Scathing Bay to collect whispers from ancestral spirits. The land is teeming with them as if the gates of Necrom itself burst forth under impact of the moon; Thras no doubt nds it to be the best market they've had since the plague and without the Temple there are none left to enforce the proper rites, but enough of that, your letter would have been enough for him to escape the eastern expedition and make for the west. What is this talk of Dagon and Camoran? That is behind us. No Mythic Dawn cells remain in Cyrodiil, even if we have yet to expel them from Tamriel as a whole. No rumors have trickled our way from the north regarding Alduin, were there any we would have been the rst to know. Are you well old man? We feel I must see you at once. There are much more pressing matters to concern ourselves with than mannish superstition, should you be up to the task of lending us your foresight. Faithfully, TMK

Addendum: I'm afraid I am unfamiliar with your system of reckoning. Chief Articer of Extracts, University of Gwylim

Addendum: We are unfamiliar with your system of reckoning. Edited by Idhdean of Vindasel, 11 Sun's Dusk 4E17 - 00:00 AM.

Posted 02 November 2011 - 12:59 PM Joined: 19 Sep 2005 12 posts Location:Caecilly Island

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232 Stendarr's Star 1st Passing To Tal Marog Ker, I am well my friend, or as well as I can be. I'm told for eight years I was a madman but the healers sent from Northpoint were adequate, even if their magicks less rened. Few hallucinations creep in. Forgive my dating. It is of my own design; time in the void doesn't match our own, and I've yet to shrug it off. Why should the Inquirers care for the return of an Isle with one insane citizen? Those of my clan which have set foot on Caecilly have given me no word on the politics of Summerset, or if they have I wouldn't know, I was far down the golden road at the time. Am I so early as that? Are the Nords at peace? Events which I barely know I saw in my last moments in Oblivion. I witnessed the Dagonites fall, not from Nirn, but from my place in the back of Dagon's mind. The coming wars occupied the Dagon's thoughts as a plague, though whether in favor or against I cannot say. Rumors and whispers travel like lightning when there is only one divine decree to wade through. Last time there were twelve worlds, in the next there will be sixteen. Or is it seventeen now? Caecilly may still be one of them, a bit of hoarded dirt, if he reclaims it, if he can reclaim it - the crystal chapel has stopped pulsing. Where went the other four ehlnofey? Meredia, Peryite, Trinimac and... who? They'll be divines again no doubt, next time; the Velothi spoke too soon in calling them their ancestors. Or were the Velothi here to soon? With their triadic gods one could never say. Anticipations indeed, but one never anticipates your ensuing immanence to usurp you before its time. I hope to see you soon, my hand grows pained in writing. Rest assured, the jaws of Oblivion were only the rst molars of Alduin's. Yours, Chimere Graegyn Isle of Caecilly High Rock

232 Stendarr's Star 1st Passing To Tal Marog Ker, I am well, or as well as I can be. I'm told for eight years I was a madman but the healers sent from Northpoint were adequate, even if their magicks less rened. Few hallucinations creep in. Forgive my dating. It is of my own design; time in the void doesn't match our own, and I've yet to shrug it off. Why should the Inquirers care for the return of an Isle with one insane citizen? Those of my clan which have set foot on Caecilly have given me no word on the politics of Summerset, or if they have I wouldn't know, I was far down the golden road at the time. Am I so early as that? Are the Nords at peace? Events which I barely know I saw in my last moments in Oblivion. I witnessed the Dagonites fall, not from Nirn, but from my place in the back of Dagon's mind. The coming wars occupied the Dagon's thoughts as a plague, though whether in favor or against I cannot say. Rumors and whispers travel like lightning when there is only one divine decree to wade through. But you write oddly. Are you well my friend? What of Cyrodiil at this juncture? Last time there was one Empire, held strong against it's myriad of cousins within the void. It reclaimed Caecilly, for now at least the crystal chapel has stopped pulsing, and this is contested ground against the daedra. The Velothi spoke too soon in calling them their ancestors. Or were the Velothi here to soon? With their triadic gods one could never say. Anticipations indeed, but one never anticipates your ensuing immanence to usurp you before its time. I hope to see you soon, my hand grows pained in writing. Rest assured, the jaws of Oblivion were only the rst molars of Alduin's. Yours, Chimere Graegyn Isle of Caecilly High Rock

20 Evening Star, 4E 14 Stros M'kai Hammerfell Greetings again, Storms set my ship to harbor at Stros M'kai. I was expecting you off the coast of Northmoor, it seems my journey will be extended. Crews get nervous while making the stretch around the southern tip of High Rock, fear of unregistered soul snares, though I don't blame them. Seeing the airships of Thras on the horizon amidst barely perceptible gnarls of coral can make the most hardened sailor's blood frost. The Nords are never at peace but I see nothing unusual from there at the moment, save their cordiality with the Dunmer, which we have taken in the best of lights. If you see cause for concern it is a concern unknown to the Ysmir Collective or the ambassadors of Solitude, or if it is known they've kept the information under guard. What keeps your mind swiveling around Alduin as it does? What of the Empire's collapse, of the new lords of High Rock, of the Thalmor or the Organism? Surely these are more pressing matters. It is from the south that trouble comes, not from the north. The daedra have their reality, monotonous though it may be. One does not feign surprise to learn that the landscape of their worshipers ended in similar monotony; I do admit that I should have liked the eastern expedition if only to visit the wellspring of Fyr. While I do not claim mythic patterns to be my expertise, One must wonder when considering The monomyth, the Twenty Tractates on Apotheosis, the Book of Hours (whether that of Vehk or Aleydas), etc, that it seems somewhat contradictory for the timedragon to rescue Tamriel only to devour it himself, unless it was so he could devour it himself. It will be necessary to contact my associates at the University should your suspicions hold warrant, though interesting as they are I hope I can bring your mind around to other matters. Regards, TMK Chief Articer of Extracts, University of Gwylim

20 Evening Star, 4E 14 Stros M'kai Hammerfell Greetings again, Storms set our ship to harbor at Stros M'kai, but we are progressing. We were expecting you off the coast of Northmoor, it seems my journey will be extended. Even our crews become nervous while making the stretch around the southern tip of High Rock, fear of unregistered soul snares. Seeing the airships of Thras on the horizon amidst barely perceptible gnarls of coral makes the bloods of men frost, yet we will deal with that in time; Syrabane's blessing will be upon us, and he will defeat the sload and their god of worms once again. Men will never be at peace, not until Aldmeris has been re-instituted, and then they will indeed be at peace. Tell us friend, what visions do you hold within that mind of yours, what secrets hidden from the Ysmir Collective and the ambassadors of Alinor? What keeps your mind swiveling around Alduin as it does? The daedra have their reality, monotonous though it may be; we have seen what has come of Boethiah's followers. It will be necessary to contact my associates should your suspicions hold warrant. Regards, TMK Edited by Idhdean of Vindasel, 11 Sun's Dusk 4E17 - 00:01 AM. Chief Articer of Extracts, University of Gwylim

250 Stendarr's Star 1st Passing Tal Marog Ker, I leave motivations up to the councils. I do not know to what ends the gods act, only some of the technicalities of their means. The scholars read too much into the uniformity of the divines. A man may have conicting desires, but must choose between them, thus his nitude. Stand on the mythic scale of raw possibility and all such inhibitions are lost, it is only a matter of prominence. The Alessians inaugurated the prominence of Akatosh. The Marukhati tried to exclusify it. Hjalti reinstated it. The Empire upheld it. The Dagonites ended it. The Dragon of Cyrodiil is bound in stone, and in time, The Dragon of the North will no longer be. To think the daedric realities monotonous, the University pampers you too much my friend. Untold ages I've stood and read the skies of Oblivion, seen it shift and change with the moods of the Prince, or more often with the tides of war between the Markynaz and the Xivilai, or the Mazken, or whoever they were vying for power with at a given time. I personally preferred the ever-so-short period when the Hernai gained favor. The daedra make up for in war and debauchery what they lack in romance. The divines may romance. Man and mer may romance. The daedra may not, for romance requisites division. The ehlnofey knew this, thus they became sundered. You ask what of the Empire's collapse, of new lords? I will tell you, that is what I am speaking of already. Is not the Talos Cult more persecuted than ever? The cycle need not continue - the end comes by many roads, it may be destruction or fulllment. Do not listen to the lies. The usurpers of the East, or the West. The triadic gods wars against Talos, and would have him removed, for he sets the stars in stone which could spell their doom. They come before they are anticipated, for unless they do they may never come at all; Alduin is their antecessor, but only if Hjalti fails. Talos holds back the divines of the next world. This is why he became a divine of this one - divine yet unanticipated, thus his uniqueness. He upholds the

250 Stendarr's Star 1st Passing Tal Marog Ker, To think the daedric realities monotonous, the University pampers you too much. Untold ages I've stood and read the skies of Oblivion, seen it shift and change with the moods of the Prince, or more often with the tides of war between the Markynaz and the Xivilai, or the Mazken, or whoever they were vying for power with at a given time. The daedra make up for in war and debauchery what they lack in romance. The divines may romance. Man and mer may romance. The daedra may not, for romance requisites division. The ehlnofey knew this, thus they became sundered. Yet Mehrunes Dagon is always Dagon, whether he be Lehkelogah or Djehkeleho or someone new. Tamriel will see him as the same; he is one. Yet the scholars read too much into the uniformity of the divines, who are many, and more intricate than Labyrinthian. A man may have conicting desires, but must choose between them, thus his nitude. Stand on the mythic scale of raw possibility and all such inhibitions are lost, it is only a matter of prominence. The Alessians inaugurated the prominence of Akatosh. The Marukhati tried to exclusify it. Hjalti reinstated it. The Empire upheld it. The Dagonites ended it. The dragon of Cyrodiil is bound in stone, and in time, the dragon of the North will no longer be. I have seen more than my fractured mind can hold, visions without end. I have seen Skyrim cracked asunder in war, the Talos Cult more persecuted than ever, the bones of dead gods raised by their lord. Talos holds back the divines of the next world, and Alduin, who is their inaugurator. This is why he became a divine of this one - divine yet unanticipated, thus his uniqueness. He upholds the dividing lines of the cosmos. Defends romance lest we lose it the pit of singularity. The Princes of this world will follow the lead of the Princes of the last - they will step up and become kings, with Peryite as their chief. This much should be obvious, every Prince Anticipates their future immanence. I can feel the pains of childbirth in the heavens and I rail against it.

dividing lines of the cosmos. Defends romance lest we lose it the pit of singularity. The Princes of this world will follow the lead of the Princes of the last - they will step up and become kings, with Peryite as their chief. This much should be obvious, every Prince Anticipates their future immanence. I can feel the pains of childbirth in the heavens and I rail against it. I am an old man. I was an old man before. I don't think I'll ever be anything but an old man. It is for our progeny that I write. My son is somewhere. Yours, Chimere Graegyn Isle of Caecilly High Rock Master Sorcerer, Summoner, and Direnni retainer

I am an old man. I was an old man before. I don't think I'll ever be anything but an old man. It is for our progeny that I write. My son is somewhere. Yours, Chimere Graegyn Isle of Caecilly High Rock Master Sorcerer, Summoner, and Direnni retainer

1 Sun's Dawn, 4E 14
Northpoint Castle High Rock To my friend Chimere, I received word today that I have garnered for you the support of the University. We shall see how far that goes, though I fear your warnings will be lost amongst the daily tumult surrounding the royals and those who attempt to revive past eras. Why we tolerate the necromancy of ideas and bygone histories and yet scorn that of the corpse I may never discern. I shall be arriving on your isle tomorrow. The locals warn me against it, the Chapel of Innocent Quarry seems to ware them away, or perhaps they fear being on it should it vanish again, today of all days. I imagine living on an island prone to disappearance would keep all but a Psijic away. Have you heard of any movement from them? I would like know their involvement with the new schools, if any. Alas, their ways are beyond us; as you say, mine is the vocation of histories, tangible actions such as assassinations within the courts of Sentinal and other scandals which dominate current headlines. There is much to be done, I trust you will make the necessary preparations for my arrival that we may clear up these matters in a tidy manner. Until tomorrow, Tal Marog Ker Chief Articer of Extracts, University of Gwylim

13 Morning Star, 4E 14 Daggerfall High Rock To Chimere Graegyn, Your time in Oblivion makes things plain which will be of great use to us. It is best that you be brought before the Council, you will return with me upon my arrival. We have kept the dispersal of arcane knowledge - especially that regarding the mythic principalities and patterns - under the tightest seals, and your knowledge cannot be lost. As the last inklings of the Guild fall we may turn our endeavors to other organizations which may pose a threat, the Dark Brotherhood and the Blades, and then with your foresight, to the north. The politics of Oblivion are not our priority, especially now with the harsh barriers in place; it is the politics of Nirn and her starry heart which are our concern. We know much, and now that you are here I beg you consider my words. The new Dominion will seek to absorb one with a heritage such as yours, with such knowledge as yours. Though a number of the Bretonish Direnni are resisting us, Balera's Castellan most prominently, they will not last and we will claim Adamantine. The dragons of Cyrodiil and Skyrim are not the only ones to account for, I would remind you again of the faithful who came to visit your isle and the rebirth in prominence of the Dominion. With your aid we will instigated policies against the Talos Cult, and if the Council deems it so the Ysmir Collective and the Orders of Hjalti will fall in turn; the lords of Alcaire can only maintain themselves for so long. Do not forget your heritage Direnni.

Until we meet, TMK Edited by Idhdean of Vindasel, 11 Sun's Dusk 4E17 - 00:02 AM. Chief Articer of Extracts, University of Gwylim

240 Stendarr's Star 2nd Passing I will do no such thing you masked end; one does not cast his lot with those who will be the authors of his doom. My bones may be old but a Direnni retainer I remain, my allegiance with the Castellan. The teachings of my childhood escape my thoughts, my mind has betrayed me. The Direnni I've found were not the ones I left, I consider myself true, perhaps the last - that is a lie, I am a heretic, but my staff is lit, against you and your ilk. Dagon preoccupies himself with images of dragons, yet Auriel adorns himself with shield and bow; his concerns are less draconic and thus weigh less on those vested in the world [save Talos who defends it]. But I am vested in the world, under Hjalti; twas only when I felt Dagon's dread that I realized his true import, and potential. Have any of my words been outside the bounds of the golden road? I cannot say, I only speak to what I see in hopes that I may equip the hosts for the coming days, against you. Stop your charade False Articer, under the invocation of Crystal-Like-Law I command it. Chimere Graegyn Isle of Caecilly High Rock Master Sorcerer, Summoner, and Direnni retainer

Idhdean of Vindasel Posted 03 November 2012 - 04:37 PM Joined: 27 Apr 2012 1 posts Location:Northpoint 1 Sun's Dawn, 4E 14 Northpoint Castle High Rock You invoke Crystal-Like-Law, turn your mind south; it has fallen, its magicks fade. Why do you think we pursue Adamantine so? You are naive in thinking romance to be the intention of the ancestors. Indeed, it is Boredom that is the root of all this vile life, such can be traced to the very foundations. Anu was bored because he was alone; therefore Padomay was born. Still they were bored, thus they split themselves into many. Lorkhan was bored; therefore he plotted the creation of Nirn. Since that moment, boredom entered as the world and grew in proportion to its peoples; the population of Tamriel increased and the nations were bored en masse. To amuse themselves, they hit upon the notion of building towers so high that they could mold the world itself. This notion is just as boring as the towers were high and is an exacting demonstration of how boredom gained the high ground. Then they warred, and were dispersed throughout the Mundus, spreading their boredom as they went, and it continued. The epitome of this endeavor found the most boring of all peoples trying to blaspheme their way out of the boredom; generations have asked where they went. It is said that they wished to become one, and yet somehow the scholars still wonder why there is one left - what else could be to blame save boredom? Even now the mannish peoples run about mustering militias in the wake of their fallen empire, reviving derelict forts throughout the countryside and claiming themselves barons or counts, deluding themselves with the idea that reviving Sancre Tor and invoking the name of Alessia will aid their cause. The priests of your homeland think that rekindling the cults of Trinimac, Denstagmer or Eleidon will bring them some blessing against the coming ood, pitifully boring indeed. And what is the culmination and consequence of this boredom, that an old man should foretell the future and bring about an end to it all.

You hold the keys to the prison Direnni, your blood demands that you relinquish them. Soon I shall be arriving on your isle. There is much to be done that we may clear up these matters in a tidy manner. Sealed, Idhdean Lord of Vindasel, Xarxes Warden Mediator of the Third Council