The Dink Network

He was born in the ash among the Velothi, anon Chimer, before the war with the northern men. Ayem came first to the village of the netchimen, and her shadow was that of Boethiah, who was the Prince of Plots, and things unknown and known would fold themselves around her until they were like stars or the messages of stars. Ayem took a netchiman's wife and said:
'I am the Face-Snaked Queen of the Three in One. In you is an image and a seven-syllable spell, AYEM AE SEHTI AE VEHK, which you will repeat to it until mystery comes.'
Then Ayem threw the netchiman's wife into the ocean water where dreughs took her into castles of glass and coral. They gifted the netchiman's wife with gills and milk fingers, changing her sex so that she might give birth to the image as an egg. There she stayed for seven or eight months.
Then Seht came to the netchiman's wife and said:
'I am the Clockwork King of the Three in One. In you is an egg of my brother-sister, who possesses invisible knowledge of words and swords, which you shall nurture until the Hortator comes.'
And Seht then extended his hands and multitudes of homunculi came forth, each like a glimmering rope through the water, and they raised the netchiman's wife back to the surface world and set her down on the shoals of Azura's coast. There she lay for seven or eight more months, caring for the egg-knowledge by whispering to it the Codes of Mephala and the prophecies of Veloth and even the forbidden teachings of Trinimac.
Seven Daedra came to her one night and each one gave to the egg new motions that could be achieved by certain movements of the bones. These are called the Barons of Move Like This. Then an eighth Daedroth came, and he was a Demiprince, called Fa-Nuit-Hen, or the Multiplier of Motions Known. And Fa-Nuit-Hen said:
'Whom do you wait for?'
To which the netchiman's wife said the Hortator.
'Go to the land of the Indoril in three months' time, for that is when war comes. I return now to haunt the warriors who fell and still wonder why. But first I show you this.'
Then the Barons and the Demiprince joined together into a pillar of fighting styles terrible to behold and they danced before the egg and its learning image.
'Look, little Vehk, and find the face behind the splendor of my bladed carriage, for in it is delivered the unmixed conflict path, perfect in every way. What is its number?'
It is said the number is the number of birds that can nest in an ancient tibrol tree, less three grams of honest work, but Vivec in his later years found a better one and so gave this secret to his people.
'For I have crushed a world with my left hand,' he will say, 'but in my right hand is how it could have won against me. Love is under my will only.'
The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.

I knew there were religious people who came from door to door or forum to forum, but now there are even religious people from Vvardenfell? I guess you finally got some internet in there, huh? How did you do it? Dwemer technology combined with magic or something?

can we expect a sermon a day?

Still beats Objectivism.

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.

Oh woe is me, I have fallen from the faith of our great lord Vivec, if only our steward would come back and praise us with the sermons. Otherwise we did something wrong and are going to rot since we have been rejected the one true guidance.

i killed Vivec.

I trapped his soul and made a kickass weapon out of it.

He got demoted to Saint. Though I do like the sort of not-quite-canon story about how he got one over on Azura and left Nirn, never to return.

it claims he has a spear too and fought the moon or something. something about the moon.

that silly dink can only throw tiny explosions at his pillars. stupid duck.

Yeah, the games, as fun as they are, rarely live up to the awesome stuff found in the lore. Seriously, Nibinean half of Cyrodiil was supposed to be jungle and the Imperials there should have been dressed in outlandish brightly colored outfits.

skyrim was supposed to have whales and instead we got really nonthreatening dragons and a pointless war.

Well, the dragons were pretty threatening until you leveled up enough and some of the late game dragons added by expansions could be fairly fearsome. The war was really pathetically implemented though.

maybe in terms of how much damage they could tank. but that is, of course, if they bother to land and fight you instead of fly around forever or fight wolves.

edit: ok, some dragonborn dragons were powerful and the ones in the final battle were pretty much impossible to beat. those dragon controls are just too damn shitty to play that fight how it was meant. a shame too, since visually, that whole thing was cool.

that one that constantly harasses the settlement though is a piece of shit. lands outside the town, lands on buildings, almost never possible to land a hit before he flies again and you have to run around the whole place to get to him. duck that guy.

That he took the name "Pelinal" was passing strange, no matter his later sobriquets, which were many. That was an Elvish name, and Pelinal was a scourge on that race, and not much given to irony. Pelinal was much too grim for that; even in youth he wore white hair, and trouble followed him. Perhaps his enemies named Pelinal of their own in their tongue, but that is doubtful, for it means "glorious knight", and he was neither to them. Certainly, many others added to that name during his days in Tamriel: he was Pelinal the Whitestrake because of his left hand, made of a killing light; he was Pelinal the Bloody, for he [drank] it in victory; he was Pelinal Insurgent, because he gave the crusades a face; he was Pelinal In Triumph, as the words eventually became synonymous, and men-at-arms gave thanks to the Eight when they saw his banner coming through war; he was Pelinal the Blamer, for he was quick to admonish those allies of his that favored tactics that ran counter to his, that is, sword-theory; and he was Pelinal the Third, though whether this was because some said he was a god guiser, who had incarnated twice before already, or that, simpler, he was the third vision given to Perrif, anon Alessia, in her prayers of liberation before he walked among the quarters of rebellion, is unknown.

the ones in the final battle were pretty much impossible to beat

WAT?! I thought they were pretty easy. Really.I don't even carry health potions with me and I still think it's a rather easy-ish challenge than anything else.

all i remember is that the dragon refused to do what i told it and that the "controls" sucked.

so, i just said duck it, enabled god mode, and it still took about 8 hours and a few revives from what's hit face before it was over.

What was you equipment or skill-set, I usually go with a mix of all classes and I beat the end game bosses pretty easily, with the help of a few potion, but still. Also since it's you, did you try the enchanting armour glitch?

did you try the enchanting armour glitch?

uh...

It's basically a loop that will allow you to make the use of a temporary boost to enchanting so the enchantment will be overpowered (Like +100 resistance on 1 item). Just read from either link.

Wiki

http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/Forum: Skyrim:Alchemy/Enchanting_Loop

if only +100% bad dragon controls resist was a thing

pro-tip guys. if you end up designing some sort of flight for a dmod or whatever else you might make, add real controls. not commands and totally random auto-pilot.

Why not try and show us in one of your own Skurn© Dmods. We've learned a lot from them about how we should have standards.

Skurn:
i killed Vivec.

Uh, good for you?

he ain't so bad. just be good at a weapon and hide behind pillars a lot. at some point, he might run out of mana and just start trying to punch you.

trying to punch you.
That or try to give you a wet Willie

I actually let him live. His time would soon be over anyway and he didn't try to screw me over like *spoiler*.

Top Tier:
Argonians
Bosmer
Dreugh
Hist
Sload

Good Tier:
Ayleids
Dunmer
Dwemer
Khajiit
Redguards
Tsaesci

Meh Tier:
Bretons
Every other Akaviri race
Imperials (pre-4th era)
Kothringi
Maormer
Orsimer

Shit Tier:
Altmer
Falmer
Imga
Imperials (post-4th era)

Literally who tier:
any other race only mentioned in lore and not present in the actual games.