667. Of flightless birds and their foolish ambitions

667 (a). Of flightless birds and their foolish ambitions

Found deep within the Great Forest of Cyrodiil the Pothole Caverns were thought to once be used as a mausoleum by the curious Ayleids. Now it is but another hole full of wicked necromancers of the Shadowed Path Cult. Here again they laboriously search for that nameless relic which they believe will enable them to finally conquer the Imperial City and all of Cyrodiil in the name of Molag Bal. That is some lofty ambition for a cult which nobody had heard of before the falling of the Dark Anchors upon our realm.

So how has this Shadowed Path Cult grown so swiftly to become such a threat is such a short span of time? Why have so many seemingly flocked to join a cult which values them little more then disposable tools. They willingly sacrifice their own personal ambitions and stories for those of this cult. Surely when these people were growing up they had the same ambitions as the rest of us? Perhaps they were idealistic and wanted to change the world. Or mayhap their aspirations were a little more modest and they just wanted to get married and have kids, perhaps learn a craft or open their own stall. Yet now.

Somewhere along the line these cultists discovered that life was in fact harder than they thought. Perhaps they felt like flightless birds out in the wilderness, looking back and realizing that none of the trees behind them were getting smaller and none of the trees ahead were getting bigger, they sought an easier story to follow, one being written by another’s quill. In life there is always the right path, and there is always the easy one, but there is also always the downright foolish one too.

The truth is that if you are being approached, or invited to join a group of people who are intent upon destroying the world, they aren’t calling on you because you are brave or special, but because you are stupid and gullible. They know that you are foolish enough to believe their highly reductive, easily expressed, definitive sounding phrases, that reduce you into a primitive, mindless tool whose thoughts are easily and directly converted into deed. Soon enough you’ll forget what is right and wrong, and become capable of any evil, whilst at the same time being incapable of seeing it as evil.

667 (j). Of flightless birds and their foolish ambitions

Men weigh other men by their ambitions, the cult weighs men on their lack of it; the Divines however will weigh us all solely by our stories.

S.K

666. Losing our religion?

666. Losing our religion

The Abbey of the Eight is one of many centres of worship in Cyrodill for the Eight Divines. The Abbess who leads this settlement of cloistered Initiates welcomes any who tire of Banners War to join their order, but their numbers seem few. In times of strife, and turmoil, the message that all blessings spring from the Divines can be badly received, to the point where blame and angry outpourings against those still pious in their beliefs are becoming ever more common. This explains the necessary presence of the Knights of the Eight. The relationship between the initiates and the Knights however seems strained. The Knights own piety is tested somewhat by the sanctimonious complaints of the initiates that none, including the Knights, offer sufficient thanks to the Eight to receive their blessings. In truth there is nothing that causes men and mer to revisit their convictions more then war.

S.K

665. Memories of a heartbeat

665 (a). Memories of a heartbeat

The town leaders of Vlastarus have one final request for me before I move on. A former friend of Nelerien’s now walks amongst the undead at a nearby Aylied ruins. Captain Juras, of whose demise the ruins at Juras’ Fall have seemingly been renamed, is said to pace the outer ruins, restlessly looking for passers-by with which to re-enact his final battle; perhaps hoping that in victory he might repeal his fate.

665 (b). Memories of a heartbeat

Alas that I am not the first, and shan’t be the last whom Nelerien sends to these ruins to lay his friend’s bones to rest. For Juras’ peace is never long. Forever haunted by his unfinished quest, too soon his bones will rise again.

665 (c). Memories of a heartbeat

I wonder if interned within those bones there is still a conscience, and whether his conscience knows what he now is, or indeed remembers what he once was? Does, as is does for the living, his conscience change his memories from villain to hero, ignominy to glory? Does his conscience still give life to those that have also passed? Or did his conscience cease to dance with the beating of his heart?

S.K

664. The Dremoran enigma

The Nisin Cave in Southern Cyrodiil seems to be just another burrow of the Shadowed Path cult, albeit a little too close to Vlastarus for the towns comfort. But the difference here is that this circle of necromacers is lead by a Dremora fire mage, and this particular Dremora fire mage is dedicated in service to the Daedric Prince of Cruelty and Torture, Boethiah.

That this Shadowed Path circle seems to worship Boethiah, or at the very least are working under one who serves the Dark Mistress, raises many concerning questions. Whilst it is rare that deadric princes work together it is not unknown, for sometimes their hatred of mortals outweighs even that which they have for each other. But it is never a straightforward pact and their reasons for doing so are often beyond the comprehension of us mortals. I recall for instance the unanswered puzzle of the statue of Vaermina I discovered within the Shivering Isles whilst retrieving another of those cursed tomes for Shalidor.

Is it possible that this circle of the Shadowed Path worships a different, or indeed multiple daedric princes? Or are they here simply at the grace of Boethiah, being complicit in Molag Bal’s insidious plans for the heartland of Tamriel? Or could Boethiah itself be searching for the very same relic as Molag Bal for its own evil intent. Of course even daedric princes are not omnipresent, so perhaps it is that this Dremoa works for its own profit, unbeknownst to its patron? I recall seeing no evidence evidence of Boethiah cult activities when I returned to the Imperial City, or anywhere else in Cyrodiil for that matter.

664 (i). The Dremoran enigma

Ultimately there were no answers to be found in Nisin Cave, just as there were none in the Shivering Isles. So I must presume and hope, that this is but an anomaly. It matters little however for these sheepish cultists which Daedric Prince thy choose to follow, for there is only one truth for them to discover, and that is that the shepherd always eats its sheep in the end.

664 (j). The Dremoran enigma

S.K

663. The culling at Haynote Cave

663 (a). The culling at Haynote Cave

The Shadowed Path cult have reportedly been taking over a number of caves and delves across Southern Cyrodiil in search of an unnamed artefact they believe will aid their dread patron’s conquest of the Imperial City, and eventually all of Cyrodiil. My first encounter with this cult was when I discovered them trying to raise a Lich at an Ayleid ruins within the Great Forest. Thankfully at Lindai their ambitions outweighed their talents.

The leaders of Vlastarus however are worried that the necromancers nefarious need for corpses to practice their foul rituals upon may soon lead them to prey upon their town. So they have asked that I venture north to Haynote Cave and cut down their numbers to thus reduce this threat.

These caverns by all accounts were once part of one of the most successful fungus-farming operations outside of Morrowind. Now however all that remains of the enterprise are the rotting wooden supports, and the foul musty stench of fungi. Though to be honest the stink could just as easily be coming from unburied rotten corpses, one must be careful where one tread when there are necromancers about.

I do what I can to cull their number, including going up against the leaders of this foul circle, the Dark Elf Theurgist Thelas, and the Imperial Bonelord Diabolist Volcatia. It is soon clear however that what this cult lacks in talent, they make up for in numbers and resources. The immediate threat to the people of Vlastarus may indeed be quelled, but it wont be so long before the towns leaders will be hiring other mercenaries to return to these caverns. In the end the only way to end the threat of the Shadowed Path cult will be to put an end to the threat of their dread patron, Molag Bal.

S.K