– 𝘉𝘺 𝘏𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘕𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪
𝘈 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝘣𝘺 𝘈𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰
Some weeks ago I came to some village in County Cheydinhal with my younger sister, Llevana Nerethi. We came from Morrowind, due to the rising political tensions and the decline of the Tribunal Temple.
She came with the intention of starting a family. Me, I just wanted some peace and quiet. In any case, we used our collective savings to buy a small cottage in the village, and I thought about saving enough money for a little cottage of my own before I’d be swarmed by her future brats. I want nothing to do with children, least of all whatever my sister is going to spawn, and if I have to deal with them, I prefer to do it as rarely as possible, elsewise I run out of politeness and patience.
Well, some weeks after I arrived, the village was attacked by nuisances of Oblivion, namely scamps and dremora. A whole pack of them. Many people died.
Naturally, scared and frightened after escaping with our lives, we wander around, aimlessly and yet also with some aim, until we reach a refugee camp outside the city of Cheydinhal. Whole bunch of people from all kinds of towns and villages in the county, seeking the solace and safety of brick walls, and only finding the agents of order, dressed in uniform, turning them away, just doing their jobs, crushing hope and spreading despair, and all the while wearing the faces of stoic righteousness.
Apparently, the whole county was under attack by Daedra. Maybe even the whole country.
Maybe even the whole continent.
So we spend some days in the camp and one day some bloke just hands me a pamphlet.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘢, 𝘣𝘺 𝘈𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰.
The title amused me, so I decided to read the whole thing. And now Im writing a pamphlet of my own, in response.
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬?
That is how Feldrano’s drivel begins. It’s true enough, I suppose. But then he says :
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞?
When I stumbled upon that unfortunate atrocity of words, I had no idea if I wanted to laugh or to scream. The sheer wrongness of the sentence left me baffled.
You cannot have balance with a one-sided coin. To think otherwise is nonsense.
Not that I have anything against nonsense.
Now, I will admit that I am biased. I have always been more fond of chaos, rather than order. I have killed scum in the name of Boethiah and drunkenly made love to my friends in the name of Sanguine, illegally hunted deer in the name of Hircine, participated in failed revolutions in the name of Mehrunes Dagon, stolen diamonds in the name of Nocturnal and written absurd poems in the name of Sheogorath. I have done all these things, out of genuine admiration for the Daedra. And I do not have regrets.
But you cannot have balance with pure order, and neither can you have balance with pure chaos….and to be frank, you cannot have Mundus without both.
Believe it or not, but I do appreciate order, in my own way…where’s the fun in breaking the law if there is no law to break?
Anyway, enough of that.
Feldrano goes on to ramble about some dream he had, and he says :
𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙊𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙣
The world is already perfect, BECAUSE it is not free from the snares of Oblivion, just as it is not free from the ghosts of its creators. The imperfections are what makes it so perfect.
He goes on to say :
𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁—𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗮, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲. 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗮 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗦𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀. 𝗦𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗮 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗡𝗢𝗧. 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗜𝗦, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗜𝗦 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧
Lest you forget, old man, the whole wide world was created by the interplay of IS and IS/NOT. Neither of us would be here without the combination of order and chaos, the intense intercourse of Anu and Padomay. When those things are considered, your arrogant claim about Sithis being somehow existentially dangerous becomes all the more annoying to me.
Immense danger. Immense danger to what? None of the Lords and Ladies of Oblivion really want Nirn to be gone. Not even Molag and Mehrunes, though they’d probably tell you otherwise, just to avoid appearing sentimental.
I’ve had drinks with Uncle Sanguine on a few occasions, and I’m telling you, he is quite harmless himself. At least, that’s what he tells me, and I am very much inclined to trust whoever truly knows how to have fun. If you end up drowning in your own bodily fluids, that’s YOUR fault, not his.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧.
No, consorting with the Daedra is a particularly dangerous activity if you have no idea what you’re doing. If you contact Dagon, Boethiah or Bal out of the blue for no reason, you’re probably going to die, but Uncle Sanguine is almost never busy, and he ( sometimes even she! ) is always happy to head down to Mundus for a mighty meal and a drink and maybe even a carnal union of flesh.
𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗴 𝗕𝗮𝗹, 𝗩𝗮𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗼𝗿—𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝘂𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗺—𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗗𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻.
The foolish monster that I am, once spent some time in a temple of Vaermina. Eventually, I left…but not before training my psyche, by exposing my mind to all kinds of terrors and horrors. Vaermina is a cruel mistress, but her teachings are not without practical use.
𝐃𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨—𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐫𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐢𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭. 𝐈 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐡𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞!
Blah blah blah. If this old fool knew Dagon, really knew Dagon, he’d know that this invasion is just a means to an end, as is everything else Lord Dagon does. It will eventually be stopped, by vast armies or a gallant hero, or whatever. I hate to inspire hope, but his defeat will come, sooner or later.
Dagon is the Prince of Destruction, and destruction is the herald of change. In order to bring about summer, winter must vanish. In order to build a timber house, you need to cut down a tree. In order for something to live, something must die…whether it be a potato plant or a cow.
And so on and so forth.
Don’t get me wrong, Dagon is evil, but he is a neccessary evil. As one of the four corners of the House of Troubles, he has always been a neccessary evil.
I have said enough. In case I am questioned by the legal authorities, none of what I have said is true.“Azura, the Star” | Illustration courtesy of AredheelMahariel, DeviantArt