» Fri May 04, 2012 5:54 am
Wake up; Listen.
Varlavavarda,
My circles are troubled by misgivings against our task. Do not mistake this as heresy or sedition, for no Mirrormer is so loyal and fervent an adherent to The Thalmor Endeavour as I. Remember youngling, whilst you were still but egg and seed in your clan’s invitreum, I was present at Alinor on that fateful day without measure, spilling over still into the tangent planes of present moment. I witnessed the horror of It as it approached, over the Eastern mountains with the Sun in cruel jest of our most cherished liturgical tropes. It opened its brass maw and spake Oblivion, folding time and space into a sithical sideshow of humiliating prone postures to invite profane entry. Tearing and bleeding ensued, and the mythic carnage stank the milieu with the death of world orders, long coming, but impossible to have scryed. Crystal-Law fell along all its sideway axes and I cradled the fading impossiponts of dear friends in my hands. In under an hour, which lasted twelve centuries, Nu-Man’s thugs had boots on our throat cobbles and had taken to their mannish crafts of looting, pillaging, and [censored].
So understand that deviance is farthest from mind when I ask: Why do we invest ourselves so in attempting to strip away the storied armor of the most girt rogue in our gallery?
Especially when his mundexical anticipation remains so thinly protected.