The Book of Lamentations

The Book of Lamentations

One small bird has called thee

From a beak streaked crimson.

It cried once over Nerevar

and thou went forth into Oblivion.

-The Lament for Nerevar

"This rocky shrine to the skull of a ruler grants no prayers. It has become the dusty grave of lamentations. Only the wind hears the voice of this place. The cries of night creatures and the passing wonder of two moons, all say his day has ended. This lonely reliquary is the final testament to his expired glory. No more supplicants come. The visitors have gone from the feast, the meadhall flame has been extinguished. How bare the pathway down this mountain."

-Inscription at a Tongue's grave

"Nature's beauteous form

Contains a lovely essence

Called by some- decay.

By this lovely presence

New life finds its way.

Tears shed silently

Are but water of the soul:

They bring new life

To the pain of being

A separation from that seeing

Which makes death whole."

-An old Redguard proverb

"He bore us to this place

Guided by prophecy.

Eyes shown, ferocity

Guided by their grace.

Over mountain-peak

And shifting valley

To this land we seek

Of ashen sky and rolling sea.

Our hearth,

Our home.

A darkening sin

Slips us from his path

And we fall away,

our skin no more.

We are

not his pride

We are

His shame."

-Lament for the failure to Veloth, unknown author

" . . . Will the Nerevarine ever come to our people? We, who have suffered injustice after injustice at the hands of the False Gods and their corrupted servants? They are naught by n'wah, they are nothing even to guar filth, but they commit heinous crimes against Veloth's true people and go unpunished! Has Azura abandoned her people, left them to the vicious teeth of the profane man-god? It seems we are a people forsaken even by their own gods . . ."

-The voice of an Ashlander, after the failure of Peakstar

The fourth child was small,

too small,

and her litter-mates knew

instinctively,

as all Khajiit children

know;

she would die,

soon,

lasting no longer this

refrain.

I left her alone,

too small,

I left her as her

child-dream.

Palatial little-one,

go

now into the

quietus.

-Khajiit mother to her daughter