Who? The one who's name means "foolish" in Old Norse? His priestess in Windhelm says we can't ascend like him.

Souls can multiply and recombine. Three souls all mooshed together makes one big soul.

c.f. Kings, Amulet Of

I spy... some Landfall.

*sigh* TES is going to be sci-fi whether I like it or not. There's already robots and space travel, but it never felt all that sci-fi. But this landfall thing now. When did landfall have to do with robots? What land actually falls? Anyone ever hear of a story called The Ceiling by Kevin Brockmeier? I always figured something like that. I also had a dream once that a giant, violet, luminescent spear/obelisk the length of a galaxy was heading towards Earth, ripping the solar system from its location in the Milky Way. In the back of my mind it was TES related. I also had a dream years back that I approached Snow Throat, but it was half a mountain, like if you chopped a mountain lengthwise and removed one half, so that in the middle it was pretty much vertical. Snow Throat was covered in cubby holes that had been dug out of the flat side, and people lived there. At the base of Snow Throat was a village. I climbed up inside one of the cubby holes and slept, and inside the hole time flowed slower, and thousands of years went by, and over time the people of Tamriel discovered modern technology, built oil rigs, and large alien-looking thin spires that reached beyond the clouds. Then I watched as the sky became red, then gray, then black, and all civilization died, regressing back to current day Tamriel, the towers having eroded and the oil rigs melting down into the ground to become natural iron deposits. All the while the feeling of grimness and ending grew within me as I sat in the burrow.

Speaking of Pelinal though, I had a dream about three years ago that I was in a very modern, believable future. Even though I have no siblings someone who was my sister was worried about a storm approaching. The storm caused massive floods, and I knew the world was about to end. There was a tall, futuristic tower in a public place that I thought was a business building. My sister and I drive up to it. The dream skips to me walking up into the tower to the very top, and I know that if I can enter the tower, I'll be spared the apocalypse. At the pinnacle of the tower is a cylindrical space capsule, and when I approach it, it opens. Inside is an old man who I know is Pelinal. He is so old, that his lower body has withered away, so that he has no legs or hips. His body is so thin that his skin has wrapped itself around individual ribs, and I suddenly have the feeling that I'm looking at a machine that has been ripped in half. He is wearing ragged robes, and his beard is white and long, giving him the look of a stereotypical wizard. He beckons me inside as if he was expecting me, and behind me, a group of children follow and sit along the sides of the wall that Pelinal is sitting at, and I get the feeling that these children are the men of the new world, inheritors. The door to the capsule closes, and in what seems like a few seconds it opens again, but the landscape has changed drastically. For one, the tower is gone, and the capsule is on ground level. Everything has come to resemble a fiery wasteland, and the ground is split open with volcanic fissures while meteors plummet from the skies. Curiously the feeling I get is of hopefulness; even excitement and pure optimism, that this is the new world. Pelinal is still wizardly looking, but his legs have regrown, and he is no longer emaciated. His eyes twinkle with purpose. Winged creatures fly through the sky, and one of them lands. It's demonic and resembles a cross between a typical dragon and a humanoid gargoyle. Pelinal casually hops on top of it, and it opens its crocodile-like mouth to roar. Pelinal grabs its tongue and performs a silent spell. Fire leaps from the creatures throat as skin and tissue from within the creature coils outward and straight upward until it resembles a staff with two serpents coiled around it from bottom to top. The creature collapses dead as Pelinal takes the staff, and as he holds it I know that this staff is his badge, his symbol. He looks outward to where two mountains part forming a pass, and as Pelinal steps from the dead beast, the children gather around him, and I know the new world has begun.

Methinks this is dumb. Robots? Future space crusaders? Nah, I don't buy it. Don't know where you got this blasphemy from though... I guess if you like the idea of The Elder Scrolls Trek where captain vivec sails through space on a wooden boat. I find it amusing though, but I'm stil gonna ignore it.

Sounds like a bad trip.

I don't think this stuff is really "canon". There's no way even half of Beth would buy into this. I'm not actually going to keep reading this or it might taint TES for me and I'll lose interest entirely.

The only problems I have with that stuff are that they're hard for me to visualize. A lot of MK's stranger post-beth things seem so ephemeral it's hard to figure out what's real and what isn't. See dreamsleeve communication, screwball Imperial delegations, and dreamlike environs. I like to have a base in reality or at least something to hold onto. At the very least a definite up and down. Skydiving would obviously not be for me. Canon and non-canon or should I say ingame and out of game doesn't bother me as much as it used to. As long as I understand it, I'm hunky dory. Unfortunately mine is not the mind that can understand such things.

Well MK might just do cocain, and other people who don't do cocain just think they understand what he's trying to say. Or he just purposely makes it really hard to understand so people who won't spend the time on it won't splatter themselves against it and lose interest in TES.

Landfall is the industry's, promotional faggotry?

Cocaine's a hell of a drug.

And I can't imagine any self-respecting author shooting himself in the foot like that to intentionally bottleneck readership.

Well that's what it seems like he's doing. That or cocain. Or he just has a really weird mind. But still, I don't like or understand the scifi stuff he writes. Whenever I see it I'm like WHAT THE FARKAS. DONT LET THAT TOUCH MY SCROLLS.

I like the non scifi stuff he writes though I still don't get a lot of it. Like Magna Ge pantheon.

Excuse me?

Ah someone with a similar opinion to mine on this damnable forum.
I thought I'd be shifting my leaf boat through this dementia home without finding one single pure, uncracked mind in it.
Nice to know that there is still some uhh.. rather more sane people here, should I say.

I can't help but imagine you doing a spit-take Bail Organa style while saying that.

I thought I was alone. I'm not even a fan of Kalpas because it gets really weird and complicated but its starting to grow on me.

And even when I start to find lore that I think svcks, I cant stop coming back to the lore forums. Its my 2nd most visited page behind Facebook.

Dumb and not-dumb depend not so much on the concept as the execution. Alan Moore proved that by revamping Shazam.

As one of the implied-insane people, I call down a thunderstorm on both of you and leave you out in the rain

It's a game. It's a BIG game. You can dive into the cosmology as deep as you like or ignore it and be the Big Damn Hero kicking dragontail and taking names, or sink your teeth into the politics and intrigue. Or just put buckets on peoples' heads and steal everything they own.

And hell, five years from now if you feel like sticking the game back in for nostalgia, maybe you'll even like something you used to think was utter hillocks. Till then, please don't tase me, bro.

Peace,

Loranna

And if Pelinal was a robot then why did he have a hole in his chest?

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Why would a robot have a heart?

Why would a robot have his heart ripped out?

Intriguing point of view, nevertheless I do not wish to induldge against it right now. I shall settle to agree to disagree on the sci-fi theatrics.

Genre dogmatism is for kiddies and grandpas. Vehk-aroos like us ride the weird trails, dream under the duvet-o'-starshine, and eat our nonsense straight outta the can.

To put inside another robot.

Perfectly cool.

Loranna