Arctavoy an Anda-Abala!

Movements in the dark, the shifting of power, and still you do not see his comming! Warned you have all been! Soon the Allignment will come, and everything will be undone!

The words of the royal will no longer be spoken by dead kings and demi gods, it will be but a silent whisper to an Audience of Dwarf Kings, in an Unmade Theatre of a Headless God.

The house strains under the stress of Mortality; the 5 walls tremble! The 4 corners crumble! The 3 already lost become part of gapping hole, into the eternal void that holds no Princedom; the Void of no Painter.

The snake chokes on the tail, his twin head to come; a posion star.

And so shall the wheel become nothing, no longer will it spin, nor will it be viewed sideways by Half-Gold Kings, it is canceled out with the Logic of the Return.

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I return as messenger, not as prophet.

On the Obssesive day of the Obssesive Month, in the Obssesive year look again into the Dreaming Sleeve.

Aba-Adavasha Shantais! Haelagandra hilyatis! HECA CHIM!

http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?showtopic=719546&hl=
hmmn...

So Lorkhan is going to show up a month from tomorrow? Let me check my appointment calendar.

So, somebody is going to come back (Lorkhan?), which is going to cause all of us to die and therefore be realigned (like the Letter of Love says). At this point nobody else can achieve Chim (afterall, they're dead and the mortal subgradient is gone), so we're all screwed just like the Dwemer-folk - meanwhile the entire universe implodes in on itself with mortality at the center into non-existence...

Is that close?

I don't get it. Is it a trick question?

But seriously, what is the point of this Thread?

It is to serve as a distraction while the creator sneaks up behind us to slit our throats in our sleep...

Besides, its not a question is it. I see no question marks...

:turtle:

I wonder how many times we are going to see these threads?

Self promotion by someone who mistakes reconditeness for being interesting. Ignore.

Walter:
Someone's been hitting the skooma pipe.

Sorry, I don't speak the same language you seem to speak. That is, I'm not even going to attempt to anolyze it.

I'm going with what s/he/it/Daedra/whatever is saying.

Can you say "man, someone's cranky this month?"

I guess it's bound to happen sometime.

They appear to be annual. My what a plague.

I find these threads entertaining and frustrating at the same time. Entertaining for about a few brief seconds, then frustration kicks in. Frustration why? Because I think the effort people put in decypering these kinds of threads would be much better spent reading and thinking about the actual lore - like the Sermons.
Utopia: a place where people actually know what they talk about.

I sound like a grumpy old man. Maybe I am.


On "topic":

I hold the wheel - the hurling disk - in my hands and I set it spinning by my will. Tamriel lives by my presence and dies when I remove myself from it - just to return to life as if I never was away. When I reside within, I am redeemed with each step I undertake. I sleep the second way. Noone can take this from me.

Which is exactly why I avoid threads like this; I only read this one because it was actually short.

Of course. It's just that this technically isn't lore.

And one wonders why this thread was posted in after such a long time.

edit: This post looks random now.

"My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch the working of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee that pursed and scored
Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.

What else should he be set for, with his staff?
What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare
All travellers who might find him posted there,
And ask the road? I guessed what skull-like laugh
Would break, what crutch 'gin write my epitaph
For pastime in the dusty thoroughfare,"