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The 36 Lessons of Vivec: Sermon Two The netchiman's wife who carried the egg of Vivec within her went looking for the lands of the Indoril. Along the journey many spirits came to see her and offer instructions to her son-daughter, the future glorious invisible warrior-poet of Vvardenfell, Vivec. The first spirit threw his arms about her and hugged his knowledge in tight. The netchiman's wife became soaked in the Incalculable Effort. The egg was delighted and did somersaults inside her, bowing to the five corners of the world and saying: 'Thus whoever performs this holy act shall be proud and mighty among the rest!' The second spirit was too aloof and acted above his station so much that he was driven off by a headache spell. The third spirit, At-Hatoor, came down to the netchiman's wife while she relaxed for a while under an Emperor Parasol. His garments were made from implications of meaning, and the egg looked at them three times. The first time Vivec said: 'Ha, it means nothing!' After looking a second time he said: 'Hmm, there might be something there after all.' Finally, giving At-Hatoor's garments a sidelong glance, he said: 'Amazing, the ability to infer significance in something devoid of detail!' 'There is a proverb,' At-Hatoor said, and then he left. The fourth spirit came with the fifth, for they were cousins. They could ghost touch and probed inside the egg to find its core. Some say Vivec at this point was shaped like a star with its penumbra broken off; others, that it looked like a revival of vanished forms. 'From my side of the family,' the first cousin said, 'I bring you a series of calamities that will bring about the end of the universe.' 'And from my side,' the second cousin said, 'I bring you all the primordial marriages that must happen within them, each one.' At this the egg laughed. 'I am given too much to bear so young. I must have been born before.' And then the sixth spirit appeared, the Black Hands Mephala, who taught the Velothi at the beginning of days all the arts of sex and murder. Its burning heart melted the eyes of the netchiman's wife and took the egg from her belly with six cutting strokes. The egg-image, however, could see into what it had been before in ancient times, when the earth still cooled, and was not blinded. It joined with the Daedroth and took its former secrets, leaving a few behind to keep the web of the world from disentangling. Then the Black Hands Mephala put the egg back into the netchiman's wife and blew on her with magic breath until the hole closed up. But the Daedroth did not give her back her eyes, saying: 'God hath three keys; of birth, of machines, and of the words between.' Within this Sermon the wise may find one half of these keys. The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
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If you play Morrowind and you don't get 10,000 gold within 10 minutes of starting, you're a loving scrub.
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Feb 9, 2014 21:10
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LOL if you're 10 minutes in and haven't beat the main quest yet http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_fFApDyki4
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Feb 9, 2014 22:23
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     morrowind is p much the greatest
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Feb 9, 2014 22:38
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Feb 9, 2014 22:41
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The Thirty-Six Lessons of Vivec: Sermon Three Being blind the netchiman's wife wandered into a cave on her way to the domains of House Indoril. It so happened that this cave was a Dwemeri stronghold. The Dwemer spied the egg and captured the netchiman's wife. They bound her head to foot and brought her deep within the earth. She heard one say, 'Go and make a simulacrum of her and place it back on the surface, for she has something akin to what we have and so the Velothi will covet it and notice if she is too long away.' In the darkness, the netchiman's wife felt great knives try to cut her open. When the knives did not work, the Dwemer used solid sounds. When those did not work, great heat was brought to bear. Nothing was of any use, and the egg of Vivec remained safe within her. A Dwemer said, 'Nothing is of any use. We must go and misinterpret this.' Vivec felt that his mother was afraid, and so consoled her. 'The fire is mine: let it consume thee, And make a secret door At the altar of Padhome, In the House of Boet-hi-Ah Where we become safe And looked after.' This old prayer made the netchiman's wife smile and begin such a deep sleep that when Dwemeri atronachs returned with cornered spheres and cut her apart she did not awake and died peacefully. Vivec was removed from her womb and placed within a magical glass for further study. To confound his captors, he channeled his essence into love, an emotion the Dwemer knew nothing about. The egg said: 'Love is used not only as a constituent in moods and affairs, but also as the raw material from which relationships produce hour-later exasperations, regrettably fashioned restrictions, riddles laced with affections known only to the loving couple, and looks that linger too long. Love is also an often-used ingredient in some transparent verbal and nonverbal transactions where, eventually, it can sometimes be converted to a variety of true devotions, some of which yield tough, insoluble, and infusible unions. In its basic form, love supplies approximately thirteen draughts of all energy that is derived from relationships. Its role and value in society at large are controversial.' The Dwemer were vexed at these words and tried to hide behind their power symbols. They sent their atronachs to remove the egg-image from their cave and place it within the simulacrum they had made of Vivec's mother. A Dwemer said, 'We Dwemer are only aspirants to this that the Velothi have. They shall be our doom in this and the eight known worlds, NIRN, LHKAN, RKHET, THENDR, KYNRT, AKHAT, MHARA, and JHUNAL.' The secret to doom is within this Sermon. The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
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Feb 9, 2014 22:53
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Cantorsdust posted:the Barons of Move Like This This would make an amazing band name. Also voted 5, went guar wild.
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Feb 9, 2014 23:14
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morrowind is all the poo poo things about skyrim with none of the nicer visuals to redeem itself, although i can levitate and abuse potions or something awesome *leaps really high and admires turd stain landscape below*
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Captain Diarrhoea posted:morrowind is all the poo poo things about skyrim with none of the nicer visuals to redeem itself, although i can levitate and abuse potions or something awesome *leaps really high and admires turd stain landscape below* Whatever you say, man.
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Feb 10, 2014 00:44
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you know how everybody complains about every game being brown? well, that's morrowind, nonstop poo poo
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*walks around swings swords a bunch of times, jumps in the air from one end of island to the other and dies* mmmmmm love this game
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Feb 10, 2014 00:50
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Captain Diarrhoea posted:morrowind is all the poo poo things about skyrim with none of the nicer visuals to redeem itself, although i can levitate and abuse potions or something awesome *leaps really high and admires turd stain landscape below* look at this wrong opinion. you can't even get more wrong
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Feb 10, 2014 01:00
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this last page has had some really wrong opinions that people should be ashamed of.
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Feb 10, 2014 01:01
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Panzeh posted:you know how everybody complains about every game being brown? well, that's morrowind, nonstop poo poo The outer areas of Morrowind were covered in lots of plants. It's like Australia, basically.
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Feb 10, 2014 01:02
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N'wah ain't nothin but Fetchers and S'wits!
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Feb 10, 2014 01:04
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Yeeaaaarrrgghhh! Stoopid!
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Feb 10, 2014 01:04
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I have a feeling you and I are about to become very close.
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Feb 10, 2014 01:13
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Captain Diarrhoea posted:morrowind is all the poo poo things about skyrim with none of the nicer visuals to redeem itself, although i can levitate and abuse potions or something awesome *leaps really high and admires turd stain landscape below* Panzeh posted:you know how everybody complains about every game being brown? well, that's morrowind, nonstop poo poo i hope that i never get to a point in my life where im as dumb and wrong as these nerds
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Feb 10, 2014 01:15
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seen any ELVES lately?
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Feb 10, 2014 01:17
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morrowind will never be topped by another wrpg, though new vegas came daaaaaaaaaamn close. and lol @ anyone who says oblivion and skyrim have better combat.
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The Thirty-Six Lessons of Vivec: Sermon Four The simulacrum of the netchiman's wife who carried the egg of Vivec within it went back to looking for the lands of the Indoril. Along the journey many more spirits came to see it and offer instructions to its son-daughter, the future glorious invisible warrior-poet of Vvardenfell, Vivec. A troupe of spirits called the Lobbyists for the Coincidence Guild appeared. Vivec understood the challenge immediately and said: 'The popular notion of God kills happenstance.' The head of the Lobbyists, whose name is forgotten, tried to defend the concept's existence. He said, 'Saying something at the same time can be magical.' Vivec knew that to retain his divinity that he must make a strong argument against luck. He said: 'Is not the sudden revelation of corresponding conditions and disparate elements that gel at the moment of the coincidence one of the prerequisites to being, in fact, coincidental? Synchronicity comes out of repeated coincidences at the lowest level. Further examination shows it is the utter power of the sheer number of coincidences that leads one to the idea that synchronicity is guided by something more than chance. Therefore, synchronicity ends up invalidating the concept of the coincidental, even though they are the symptomatic signs that bring it to the surface.' Thus was coincidence destroyed in the land of the Velothi. Then an Old Bone of the earth rose up before the simulacrum of the netchiman's wife and said, 'If you are to be born a ruling king of the world you must confuse it with new words. Set me into pondering.' 'Very well,' Vivec said, 'Let me talk to you of the world, which I share with mystery and love. Who is her capital? Have you taken the scenic route of her cameo? I have-- lightly, in secret, missing candles because they're on the untrue side, and run my hand along the edge of a shadow made from one hundred and three divisions of warmth, and left no proof.' At this the Old Bone folded unto itself twenty times until it became akin to milk, which Vivec drank, becoming a ruling king of the world. Finally the Chancellor of Exactitude appeared, and he was perfect to look upon from every angle. Vivec understood the challenge immediately and said: 'Certitude is for the puzzle-box logicians and girls of white glamour who harbor it on their own time. I am a letter written in uncertainty.' The Chancellor bowed his head and smiled fifty different and perfect ways all at once. He pulled the astrolabe of the universe from his robe and broke it in half, handing both halves to the egg-image of Vivec. Vivec laughed and said, 'Yes, I know. The slave labor of the senses is as selfish as polar ice, and worsens when energies are spent on a life others regard as fortunate. To be a ruling king I will have to suffer much that cannot be suffered, and to weigh matters that no astrolabe or compass can measure.' The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
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Cantorsdust posted:look at this wrong opinion. you can't even get more wrong haha look at this fetcher e: actually i'll concede that vivec is outstanding design both visually and in terms of not being incredibly tedious to walk about. it's like being stuck in a turd forever Captain Diarrhoea fucked around with this message at 01:35 on Feb 10, 2014 |
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Feb 10, 2014 01:30
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I love first person games where I swing a sword at a dude and it misses repeatedly even though the animation clearly shows it connecting with the target. That's some amazing game design right there!
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Feb 10, 2014 01:33
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DoctorStrangelove posted:I love first person games where I swing a sword at a dude and it misses repeatedly even though the animation clearly shows it connecting with the target. That's some amazing game design right there! look at this scrub who didn't play as a mage everyone laugh at him for being a moron
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DoctorStrangelove posted:I love first person games where I swing a sword at a dude and it misses repeatedly even though the animation clearly shows it connecting with the target. That's some amazing game design right there! *has 25 points in long sword and fights with 0 fatigue* WHY CANT I HIT THIS MUDCRAB
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Feb 10, 2014 01:35
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Elman posted:*has 25 points in long sword and fights with 0 fatigue* haha you're right he probs didn't understand how to play. how's pooping your pants vital to being stealthy anyway
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Feb 10, 2014 01:36
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Captain Diarrhoea posted:how's pooping your pants vital to being stealthy anyway well why don't you tell us mr. diarrhoea
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Hey guys, I know that the game often reminds the player to keep some food/restore fatigue stuff on hand to use before a fight so that my character isn't useless and tired in combat, but I'm going to disregard that advice and then post some whiny shitposts in GBS about how I can't hit things because I'm a big dumb gay baby.
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Feb 10, 2014 01:41
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Big sword big armour 0 fatigue LET'S GO *swish* *swish* *swish* *swish* *swish* *crunch* *swish*
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Feb 10, 2014 01:42
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^^^^ that's you trying to run past my swinging dickCannot Find Server posted:well why don't you tell us mr. diarrhoea loud and proud so i dunno.
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Feb 10, 2014 01:42
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RkdR1X0V7sI
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Feb 10, 2014 01:54
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realtalk i have no way of playing Morrowind right now. sad times goons
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Feb 10, 2014 01:57
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altmer walk like this, and dunmer walk like this
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Feb 10, 2014 01:58
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Smarmy Coworker posted:altmer walk like this, and dunmer walk like this Apparently, the Altmer way of walking is so good that they get hundred extra years of life out of it.
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Cannot Find Server posted:look at this scrub who didn't play as a mage *FAILED TO CAST *FAILED TO CAST *FAILED TO CAST *FAILED TO CAST *FAILED TO CAST *FAILED TO CAST *FAILED TO CAST
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Error 404 posted:Yeeaaaarrrgghhh!
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I like being a cat
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The Thirty-Six Lessons of Vivec: Sermon Five Finally the simulacrum of the netchiman's wife became unstable. The Dwemer in their haste had built it shoddily and the ashes of Red Mountain slowed its golden tendons. Before long it fell on its knees beside the road to the lands of the Indoril and pitched over, to be discovered eighty days later by a merchant caravan on its way to the capital of Veloth, anon Almalexia. Vivec had not been among his people all the days of his pre-life so he stayed silent and let the Chimer in the caravan think that the simulacrum was broken and empty. A Chimeri warrior, who was protecting the caravan, said, 'Look here how the Dwemer try to fool us as ever, crafting our likenesses out of their flesh-metals. We should take this to the capital and show our mother Ayem. She will want to see this new strategy of our enemies.' But the merchant captain said, 'I doubt that we shall be paid well for the effort. We can make more money if we stop at Noormoc and sell it to the Red Wives of Dagon, who pay well for the wonders made by the Deep Folk.' But another Chimer, who was wise in the ways of prophecy, looked on the simulacrum with disquietude. 'Was I not hired on to help you seek the best of fortunes? I say you should listen to your warrior, then, and take this thing to Ayem, for though manufactured by our enemies there is something in it that will become sacred, or has been already.' The merchant captain took pause then and looked on the simulacrum of the netchiman's wife and, though he heeded always the advice of his seers, could do no more than think of the profits to be made at Noormoc. He thought mainly of the Red Wives' form of recompense, which was four-cornered and good wounded, a belly-magic known nowhere else under the moons. His lust made him deny Ayem his mother. He gave order to change course for Noormoc. Before the caravan could get underway again, the Chimeri warrior who had counseled a passage to the capital threw his money to the merchant captain and said, 'I will pay you thus for the simulacrum and warn you: war is coming with the shaggy men of the north and I will not have my mother Ayem at uneven odds with one enemy while tending to another.' 'Nerevar,' the merchant captain said, 'this is not enough. I am Triune in my own way, but I follow the road of my body and demand more.' Then Vivec could not remain silent anymore and said into Nerevar's head these words: 'You can hear the words, so run away Come, Hortator, unfold into a clear unknown, Stay quiet until you've slept in the yesterday, And say no elegies for the melting stone' So Nerevar slew the merchant captain and took the caravan for his own. The ending of the words is ALMSIVI. also Whorelord posted:realtalk i have no way of playing Morrowind right now. sad times goons it's on steam right now
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the dagoth ur fight kinda sucked but it was kinda on the level of how dagoth ur kinda sucked, so. (the real climax is meeting vivec, right?)
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