The Insanity of Vivec

Lord Nerevar wrote:Does anyone else think that Vivec is the most messed up character in The Elder Scrolls? It's as if he was some sick joke from Bethesda, or they gave their craziest writers free reign to do what they want. I think I should blame for Michael Kirkbride forf most of this though. Has anyone else read his 36 Sermons? It's not even that his character his strange, it's all of the events surrounding him too. He's the insanity of The Elder Scrolls thrown into one character.

What is it you say? C H I M mo'fo!

Nirvana Lucid Dreaming Super Powers?

by Lord Nerevar on Wed Apr 10, 2013 11:17 pm

For example, his third Sermon:

Being blind the netchiman's wife wandered into a cave on her way to the domains of House Indoril. It so happened that this cave was a Dwemeri stronghold. The Dwemer spied the egg and captured the netchiman's wife. They bound her head to foot and brought her deep within the earth.

She heard one say:
'Go and make a simulacrum of her and place it back on the surface, for she has something akin to what we have an so the Velothi will covet it and notice if she is too long away.'
In the darkness, the netchiman's wife felt great knives try to cut her open. When the knives did not work, the Dwemer used solid sounds. When those did not work, great heat was brought to bear. Nothing was of any use and egg of Vivec remained safe within her.

A Dwemer said:
'Nothing is of any use. We must go and misinterpret this.'
Vivec felt that his mother was afraid, and so consoled her.
'The fire is mine: let it consume thee, And make a secret door At the altar of Padhome In the House of Boet-hi-Ah Where we become safe And looked after.'
This old prayer made the netchiman's wife smile and begin such a deep sleep that when Dwemeri atronachs returned with cornered spheres and cut her apart she did not awake and died peacefully. Vivec was removed from her womb and placed within a magical glass for further study. To confound his captors, he channeled his essence into love, an emotion the Dwemer knew nothing about.

The egg said:
'Love is used not only as a constituent in moods and affairs, but also as the raw material from which relationships produce hour-later exasperations, regrettably fashioned restrictions, riddles laced with affections known only to the loving couple, and looks that linger too long. Love is also an often-used ingredient in some transparent verbal and nonverbal transactions where, eventually, it can sometimes be converted to a variety of true devotions, some of which yield tough, insoluble and infusible unions. In its basic form, love supplies approximately thirteen draughts of all energy that is derived from relationships. Its role and value in society at large are controversial.'
The Dwemer were vexed at these words and tried to hide behind their power symbols. They sent their atronachs to remove the egg-image from their cave and place it within the simulacrum they had made of Vivec's mother.

A Dwemer said:
'We Dwemer are only aspirants to this that the Velothi have. They shall be our doom in this and the eight known worlds, NIRN, LHKAN, RKHET, THENDR, KYNRT, AKHAT, MHARA and JHUNAL.'
The secret to doom is within this Sermon.

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.