It is the Temple's greatest joy to announce to the world that today is the birthday of Professor Hasphat Antabolis, Chair of Dwemer Studies at the Imperial College. Master Antabolis has produced many fine works over the years, and his research has proven invaluable in many fields. The Chimer were not the "Changed Ones," they were the "Crafty Ones," Reman Cyrodiil was not born of a Hillock, the Dragon Break did not occur. How our world has been improved by this unquestionable scholarship!

But we jest, Hasphat. Tamriel is a place of endless wonder, surely there is room in it for the wonder of one who disbelieves in all of it. What you retrieve from dusty archives, we find in the records you dismiss. What you learn from diligent observation, we consider obviously true. What you have proven, we doubt, and what you doubt, we have always known.

Duality is the keystone of existence, no one believes this more than we do. We could not exist without you, Hasphat, if only because you valiantly bear the torch of knowledge on those dark paths we refuse to explore. To you we owe as much as we owe any confrater, and we do not forget the http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?showtopic=1002312. May your research continue to be fruitful.

Therefore the Temple sends you all its love, and remember: you are not just Professor Antabolis, you are also Confrater Antabolis, for the Temple's gates are always open. May we continue to disagree for many, many years to come.

I'M FAMOUS!!!

Hmm.... So Hasphat's birthday is the 11th of Hearthfire, eh?

Happy Birthday to you, esteemed Professor.

Bad day for a birthday Mr. Hasphat.

Best wishes, KK. Add some wasabi for me.

-M

Best wishes and congratulations, may your journey never end.

AHA! I knew it!

Happy Birthday. It seems its been some time since I've gotten news of the Professor, last I heard he'd only been nominated for the Dwemer Chair.

Its not exactly hidden knowledge... :ninja:

Well then Happy Birthday sir, and thank you. :intergalactic: :celebrate:

Eh. 'Twas hidden knowledge to me.

Did I not get a memo or something?

Happy day of birth, sir.

happy birthday, try to blow all the candles out :cake:

Should someone make an ash cake? I'll do the tea.

Happy Birthday Hasphat! Hope you like that Dwemer Puzzle box.

Happy belated Birthday, professor Antabolis. May your studies prove fruitful for years to come. :goodjob:

The southern university master glanced that year's cake with very small eyes. So big, was the cake, (for how else would the candles fit) as to be esteemed among the high steppes of Balfiers, in their anual wives tale tellings. How shall I, an old man, expect to blow these candles out? he thought For if I do not, surely my guests will laugh, and the children, for whom I truely write my books, will never beg their know-no-better aunts for the money to buy. And if I do, surely my back will give just two blows later. Woe is me! Hearing his inner woes, and not one for pity parties, old Hrothgar hurled a northern cloud his way, upon the festivities. Did rain pour? No. Fit, it did, in secret, the dear professor's face, and, with a greater breath than appropriate for even this many candles, the scraggly sage blew it all out, even the candles of the guests. The proud, but embarrased, teacher surveyed his mouth's carnage, for he did not teach of northern clouds visiting men's tongues. To his horror, saw one candle lit upon a scrap of cake, which stuck to a nearby willow, and he wept for it was all pointless. He was still too old to blow out all his candles.

Happy Birthday, Prof. Antabolis

Another whose birthday was taken by the will of Critical Harvest?

He's THE person who's birthday was destroyed by the will of critical harvest.

...and wtf is critical harvest? Existence?

appy bifday!

From the "Histories of Strange Pre-Marriage", albeit of the "Velusian Mk. 143" manuscript that had been largely burnt in the Sack of Mabasu, circa ME082680, even if that dating defies all akakeshic record-keeping. But then, the nilihilgists that this document might entertain will care little for these discrepancies, at least at their own (some might say "so highly anticipated that one might be emboldened to bring their party hats") peril.

"The [eighth (?)] and final death of Kurtha-khul the Bachelor, a misplaced Colovian baron in a land of Ragada warlords, should have taken him completely from the pages of history. That we know of him at all is a testament to the quiet tenacity of scribes whose names still remain unrecorded, and whose skill in deciphering the clues [found upon otherwise] illegible coins excavated from an Maormedoon galley (!) found in the sediment of the Keptuc lands of the Apujiic can only be described as [end of paragraph illegible].

"You see, the Bachelor's enemies had doomed him to the hell that houses all vanished dynasties, and in their thoroughness they had dismantled every trace of the Sans-Mundic Wailway which the baron established in the earliest part of his reign.

"[Thus three] coins which had escaped to Ald Cyrod only to find their way back to the Pyonish lands that birthed them-- yet which seemed to mock or curse the regime that minted them-- [would now] prove the rumors true: Kurtha-khul, before his marriage, had taken as his last lover a large, rusted monastery bell.

"The image of their coupling adorns the face-side of the now thricesixty-ought-ought-drake-valued coin (a rather dubious seigneurage these days, to be sure), and the Bachelor's right hand fondles the bell's heaving clapper rather desperately. That Kurtha-khul holds his saber upright and angled 60 degrees in his left can only have been a warning to his border (and religion) disputing neighbors, the worst of which lay to the north-northwest, at a cardinal point matching exactly the tip of his barony's blade.

"It also cannot be an accident that the abovementioned stance is a near-exact pose that the blacks have designated 'Tava's Dub Plate Wut Wut' (such exactists must either forgive the Bachelor his improper tutelage while also admiring the effort that such a bonebending blade-hold would require.... or blame the pvssyfoot hand of the individual manning the lever press. Personally, I favor to belittle the latter, as all things financial make me laugh in the Clavician mode).

"The coin's reverse side seems to be a pasture and abbey, which is believed to be the "birthplace" of the Bachelor's beloved. Stamped beneath this picturesque setting are the words, in the Altnedilic, "No Workman Needeth Be Ashamed", a reworded fragment which the reader will no doubt recognize from Canergak 2:15."

Love,

MK

How silly. Financial concerns. Pfffff.

a worthy successor to the recent uproar over a blowing wind godess.

...also reminds me on the bell scene from aSoIaF...

Happeh 2-day ago birthday

Happy Belated Birthday, Kurt Kuhlmann!