Summing-up the Amaranth. A ghost is on the forum ; the 6 month and 13 threads long Amaranth discussion.
Those who participated to it since the begining have more or less a good idea of the conclusions drawn, but most of the people on the lore forum don't. Now, it is done ; the answer (raising more questions than before) has been given as Toesock birthday present : Return false. █╪₧HHH.;--?
-/--ul-......0. Infrasleeve B6-125: Channel granted. The Heart of Heaven and the Imperial Earth. Infrasleeve B9-02: Channel granted.
Continuing transmission. The next fragment of the reputedly heretical Pocket Guide To The Empire is released with the express disclaimer that the Society cannot vouch for its origin or content. Where our confraters expected to find what they knew to be a heavily censored panegyric on the achievements of greater Cyrod, they instead discovered the following text, which appears entirely extraneous to the manuscript that was liberated from the Imperial archives. Indeed, by unknown means it seems to have supplanted the original article after the date of print, leaving only an orphaned introductory paragraph and a few blurred words behind. Though its exact origins may well remain a mystery, the Society has decided to disseminate its contents, if only to provide a more worthwhile read than the vapid bombast it accidentally (?) Tenders to the Mane. Pentannual Census of the Houses of Morrowind, Post Red-Year 4E 166.
Imperial Dreamsleeve Transmission #A10918234 Encryption: Preponderous Priority: Mediocre.
Winterhold Forthrow Headway-Bewrit. Hewn By Reard: Thine Rune Is SleightSovnbight: Yare With Open EarsFastness Laws: Harald's Bones Incrofting Tidings and hale health, Great Wyrm; 'Tis I your trothen yokeman, Shaldr Glim-Tree, Headcleverman of the Winter's Hold Forthrow.
I am sending word today of our team's headway; but first, great heed you is owed, m'Lud, for the doomworthing siger over the Southrons at Fall Kreath. I and my team passed the honey-horn trind the workhall when the goody news reached us. The Sjardalls ought to know better than to make war on their own warlearners, and by your might they must be surely learned to smarting. Unhappily however, I am truly the saddest man under sky to say that the most clever of clevermen in all Skyrim have not had samewise sigspeed. But thware me to unriddle, for our delves have not backcome from the swarthollow of slackwitness showing naught, not when our pack-saddlewits are flowing laden of goldhordish Lundworld kenship. Yet never does the unsmite sunder. Spoiler. Sundais Ut-Ulmscyrod: Happy Mother's Day, Alessia. Lessons From The Old Ways of The Reachmen. Lessons From The Old Ways of The Reachmenas told by the hag sisters of Cut-Vein Creek to Quisutdeus Ioriuus (author of such beloved works as “Anywhere But Elsweyr” and “The Gospel of Dibella: lovin’ on the run”) “ Come, sit with us by the fire Southron., good, now have a drink of this.
It’ll help your ears hear the witch-words of our people, breathed from one Gut-reader to another since before your folk learned how to live without the weight of an Elven yoke… Spec: Hag Tales of Crag'Cwmlech. Tsirelsyn's Bound. A letter written in uncertainty.
(Foundational document of old-as-earth Altmeri edaphological philothea, submitted in tribute to all you sundered lovers out there. We feel ya.) Dear love, The dawn is beautiful, is it not? The horizon. I wanted to write this letter because I have something to share with you. There’s no guarantee that I can. I see your skeptical eyebrow, my Mother, and raise you a confession: my vehemence is little more than a mask for my heart’s niggling seed of self-identity with the things I denounce. It may seem strange. So often we live in dreams. But not all the world remembers its tragedy. But I have tried that, and found it impossible. That is not pain. I once told you that I would not miss you – not out of cruelty, although it was cruel, but out of simple disdain for the feeling. I have to.
This is the most important part. It is very easy. Demystifying the Dwemer. I recommend you to read Echoes of Godhead and Final Report to Trebonius before this, as I do not re-establish here the concepts explicated therein.
Demystifying the Dwemer [1] - “It was unfashionable among the Dwemer to view their spirits as synthetic constructs three, four, or forty creational gradients below the divine. Echoes of Godhead. Echoes of Godhead A perception-pattern for your perusal: the splintering of primary Godhead and its echoes throughout existence.
Not one Godhead, but many. Tier zero: Fundamental Godhead in sensory deprivation [1] - All creation is subgradient. First was Void, which became split by AE. The zeroth gradient of existence is Fundamental Godhead. Tier one: Aurbis [2] - Anu and Padhome, stasis and change, both vast realms sitting in the void, they created it. Anu’s firstborn, for he mostly desired order, was time, anon Akatosh.