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 No.1171314

Dagoth Ur is the ultimate dreamer. For he saw the wheel, the very Tower upon its side and saw that he was I and I was him, but rather than zero sum he knew that he was reality is his dream and reality should become him.

Voryn Dagoth, who would later become Dagoth Ur was of course killed at Red Mountain when he was mortal. And yet due to his proximity to the Heart of Lorkhan he, instead of dying, gained a unique factor. An error in reality as it were. For he was dead, and he soul drifted to the dreamsleeve as many do yet the Heart of Lorkhan also kept his soul alive, and so he was both dead yet alive and both inside and outside of reality at once. He was therefore immortal, as his new soul of I aka Dagoth Ur imposed itself into the dream and "reality" while also being outside of it.

For you see many who would CHIM would see the wheel and would cease to be, as they learn the truth that they are not real. Very few of incredable strong self will such as Vivec would notice the dream, notice that reality is false and thus become gods able to change reality at whim.

But Dagoth? Dagoth was unique. He saw the wheel, he saw the tower all upon it's side as an I. But rather than zero sum and cease to be, or simply notice that reality is false he instead came to a conclusion;

This reality is me, for I am it, and it is me all and all that exists is my own dream and I am the dreamer, and therefore I am the only thing that is real

And so he spread his divine blight. His disease, body and soul. His extension of his own dream, his own twisted reality to be imposed upon reality. All that exists within what he thought was his dream and his reality would become him. The blight would sweep the land, the living would dream of Dagoth their heads filled with mad chants and songs of how they are I and they are HE and their name is Dagoth.

Had Dagoth not been stopped there would after a while be no more reality that exists but that of Dagoth Ur. His own mind reaching throughout Tamriel, throughout all of Mundus and all the Oblivion realms. Everything that was would have become I and HE and DAGOTH would be all.

The reality of all of Elder Scrolls is a dream of the godhead, but Dagoth Ur decided to become the ultimate dreamer and attempt to usurp the sleeping dreaming godhead itself, his own twisted sense of I seeping into everything like a virus, infecting everything it touches.

Like a nightmare, once a bright colourful dream of the godhead of endless races, worlds, gods deamons and realities changed and forever morphed and twisted into nothing more than I DAGOTH AM I.

And what can you do when someone in your dream decides that you are a lie and they are all that is and they are the dreamer?

You wake up. And then the dream ends, and all of Elder Scrolls is ended forever.

 No.1171315

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WAINAMOINEN, ancient minstrel,
Onward steered his goodly vessel,
From the isle of Lemminkainen,
From the borders of the village;
Steered his war-ship through the waters,
Sang it o'er the ocean-billows,
Joyful steered it to Pohyola.

On the banks were maidens standing,
And the daughters spake these measures:
"List the music on the waters!
What this wonderful rejoicing,
What this singing on the billows?
Far more beautiful this singing,
This rejoicing on the waters,
Than our ears have heard in Northland."

Wainamoinen, the magician,
Steered his wonder-vessel onward,
Steered one day along the sea-shore,
Steered the next through shallow waters,
Steered the third day through the rivers.
Then the reckless Lemminkainen
Suddenly some words remembered,
He had heard along the fire-stream
Near the cataract and whirlpool,
And these words the hero uttered:
"Cease, O cataract, thy roaring,
Cease, O waterfall, thy foaming!
Maidens of the foam and current,
Sitting on the rocks in water,
On the stone-blocks in the river,
Take the foam and white-capped billows
In your arms and still their anger,
That our ships may pass in safety!
Aged dame beneath the eddy,
Thou that livest in the sea-foam,
Swimming, rise above the waters,
Lift thy head above the whirlpool,
Gather well the foam and billows
In thine arms and still their fury,
That our ship may pass in safety!
Ye, O rocks beneath the current,
Underneath the angry waters,
Lower well your heads of danger,
Sink below our magic vessel,
That our ship may pass in safety!

"Should this prayer prove inefficient,
Kimmo, hero son of Kammo,
Bore an outlet with thine auger,
Cut a channel for this vessel
Through the rocks beneath the waters,
That our ship may pass in safety!
Should all this prove unavailing,
Hostess of the running water,
Change to moss these rocky ledges,
Change this vessel to an air-bag,
That between these rocks and billows
It may float, and pass in safety!

"Virgin of the sacred whirlpool,
Thou whose home is in the river,
Spin from flax of strongest fiber,
Spin a thread of crimson color,
Draw it gently through the water,
That the thread our ship may follow,
And our vessel pass in safety!
Goddess of the helm, thou daughter
Of the ocean-winds and sea-foam,
Take thy helm endowed with mercy,
Guide our vessel through these dangers,
Hasten through these floods enchanted,
Passing by the house of envy,
By the gates of the enchanters,
That our ship may pass in safety!

"Should this prayer prove inefficient,
Ukko, Ruler of creation, .
Guide our vessel with thy fire-sword,
Guide it with thy blade of lightning,
Through the dangers of these rapids,
Through the cataract and whirlpool,
That our ship may pass in safety!"

Thereupon old Wainamoinen
Steered his boat through winds and waters,
Through the rocky chinks and channels,
Through the surges wildly tossing;
And the vessel passed in safety
Through the dangers of the current,
Through the sacred stream and whirlpool.
As it gains the open waters,
Gains at length the broad-lake's bosom,
Suddenly its motion ceases,
On some object firmly anchored.
Thereupon young Ilmarinen,
With the aid of Lemminkainen,
Plunges in the lake the rudder,
Struggles with the aid of magic;
But he cannot move the vessel,
Cannot free it from its moorings.

 No.1171316

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>>1171315
Wainamoinen, old and truthful,
Thus addresses his companion:
"O thou hero, Lemminkainen,
Stoop and look beneath this war-ship,
See on what this boat is anchored,
See on what our craft is banging,
In this broad expanse of water,
In the broad-lake's deepest soundings,
If upon some rock or tree-snag,
Or upon some other hindrance."

Thereupon wild Lemminkainen
Looked beneath the magic vessel,
Peering through the crystal waters,
Spake and these the words be uttered:
"Does not rest upon a sand-bar,
Nor upon a rock, nor tree-snag,
But upon the back and shoulders
Of the mighty pike of Northland,
On the fin-bones of the monster."

Wainamoinen, old and trusty,
Spake these words to Lemminkainen:
"Many things we find in water,
Rocks, and trees, and fish, and sea-duck;
Are we on the pike's broad shoulders,
On the fin-bones of the monster,
Pierce the waters with thy broadsword,
Cut the monster into pieces."

Thereupon wild Lemminkainen,
Reckless wizard, filled with courage,
Pulls his broadsword from his girdle,
From its sheath, the bone-divider,
Strikes with might of magic hero,
Headlong falls into the water;
And the blacksmith, Ilmarinen,
Lifts the wizard from the river,
Speaks these words to dripping Ahti:
"Accidents will come to mortals,
Accidents will come to heroes,
By the hundreds, by the thousands,
Even to the gods above us!"

Then the blacksmith, Ilmarinen,
Drew his broadsword from his girdle,
From its sheath his blade of honor,
Tried to slay the pike of Northland
With the weapon of his forging;
But he broke his sword in pieces,
Did not harm the water-monster.

Wainamoinen, old and trusty,
Thus addresses his companions
"Poor apologies for heroes!
When occasion calls for victors,
When we need some great magician,
Need a hero filled with valor,
Then the arm that comes is feeble,
And the mind insane or witless,
Strength and reason gone to others!"

Straightway ancient Wainamoinen,
Miracle of strength and wisdom,
Draws his fire-sword from his girdle,
Wields the mighty blade of magic,
Strikes the waters as the lightning,
Strikes the pike beneath the vessel,
And impales, the mighty monster;
Raises him above the surface,
In the air the pike he circles,
Cuts the monster into pieces;
To the water falls the pike-tail,
To the ship the head and body;
Easily the ship moves onward.

 No.1171317

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>>1171316
https://sacred-texts.com/neu/kveng/kvrune40.htm

I won't post the whole thing. Anyways. This is how the harp was invented. I believe. Maybe.

^Aatelles ei mää aika hukkaa.^

Which I think is Finnish for:

>You don't waste time when deeply thinking.

 No.1171335

>>1171315
>>1171316
>>1171317

Not too sure what most of it that means but I do like the poetry and I think I do think it's pretty neat

Which is probably what most people think when they read my sleep deprived ramblings about deep elder scrolls lore

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