The Denial came for the Men. And the Men died.
Then the Denial came for the glittering mirrors set in Summer. Their crystaline spindles shattered and fell.
Then Denial came for the Masters of Song and Sap and Green. They resisted for a time, until they, too, were snuffed out.
The Horizon Bitch, the Whore of Bladesheath, Peddler of Crimson, they fell to the Denial, and they were mourned in mass and hymn.
The Denial then came for Thras. And Thras offered nothing but spite. Teeming with water and stone, The Biggest spat in Denial’s face. “You cannot control Thras, Autumnal Thrum, for Denial is trifling compared to this one’s clutch of mountainous waves. By the bloat, the Negative ends upon this rock. The Hatred of Thras is all-enduring, and no tones can dissever Anathema. Configure Neht-Oht within the twicefold aperture and be rebuked.”
Denial thought to argue, but instead said nothing. Its voice could not sway Thras. The expanse of Thras upon the face of Nurgh, a magnitude that not even the luminescence of the deep could mar, was far too dimensioned to Deny. With this totem, dominion wrested from Denial, the Old Marble and Bile reclaimed the mantle whence congealed. Anathema claimed a celestial throne, now a wart to the pain of Seasons and Life and Demise. In glorious body and spirit, Thras and his manifold clutches and spawn laid claim to the kingdom of worms. From his lofty perch, Thras the Revenant intervened in the affairs of hither and yon, and made to pass what even the Choir could not withstand. With a bellow and a yawn, the Sload made of the void their home, and the expanse of the decaying sky was their domain in which to multiply.
Illustration by That1Cactus for TamrielRebuilt
Beautiful as always, White Guar! Your handle on the Sload is legendary for a reason, that being that you grok the sheer levels of Fuck You And That And Also This And Those In Particular without ever leaving the middle-air flow that makes it all the more fun.
If I might ask, though, for some elucidations on the scripture here: Who (or perhaps What) are The Horizon Bitch, The Whore of Bladesheath and the Peddler of Crimson? I can nut out the others (I think), but it’s always better to hear it straight from the Guar’s mouth.
The Horizon Bitch is Azura, the Whore of Bladesheath is Mephala, and the Peddler of Crimson is Boethiah. This particular bit is in reference to MK’s unreleased DIES IRAE, in which Numidium erases the Three Good Daedra. “Mourning in mass and hymn” is basically the definition of the Latin phrase “dies irae.”