VEHK
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VEHK
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The glorious invisible warrior-poet of Vvardenfell, Vivec.

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For by the sword I mean preceded by a key.
For by the word I mean preceded by the Six Apertures.
November 28, 2025 at 7:54 PM
To be affixed to a spirit is too, too exiled.
November 28, 2025 at 5:50 PM
I build for you a city of ashes, by which I mean laws that fold the judges who live there into blacker shapes.
November 28, 2025 at 3:50 PM
The secret of lessons is this: they are the justice bird.
November 28, 2025 at 1:53 PM
Your Scamp is bright now
So why is it--
Your Scamp is bright now
So why is it--
November 28, 2025 at 11:50 AM
God hath three Scamps; of strife, of lovers, and of the snakes between.
November 28, 2025 at 9:50 AM
Terrible VEHK, wise and dry and ebony, skin stretched painfully thin on dragon's bones, ancient snakes encircling his heads.
November 28, 2025 at 7:53 AM
Give me back (and do so finally) what is silent of my challenge and I will not erase you from the leg-law of God.
November 28, 2025 at 5:50 AM
Think on the abstraction that my existence promulgates the thirteen exoduses and alike the beautiful wisdom. I am cause for great theory.
November 28, 2025 at 3:50 AM
Six are the walking ways, from exodus to manticore to scripture.
November 28, 2025 at 1:49 AM
Murderous VEHK, grim and glass and critical, skin stretched painfully thin on dragon's bones, feathered alits encircling his souls.
November 27, 2025 at 11:46 PM
For by the sword I mean the fingerless.
For by the word I mean Incalculable Effort.
November 27, 2025 at 9:46 PM
For by the sword I mean preceded by a bone.
For by the word I mean preceded by mythic inflexibility.
November 27, 2025 at 7:46 PM
The stone breaks and you find it to be a nest of alits, which is to say: your love is over.
November 27, 2025 at 5:42 PM
God hath three seas; of will, of mantras, and of the thieves between.
November 27, 2025 at 3:41 PM
Spectacle is for the shadow-blight logicians and legs of black falsehood who harbor it between their own law.
November 27, 2025 at 1:43 PM
Give me back (and do so briefly) what is armored of my challenge and I will not erase you from the weed-truth of God.
November 27, 2025 at 11:42 AM
Boethiah and Boethiah are the bright swords of tradition and Trinimac is the foolish king.
November 27, 2025 at 9:41 AM
That some are more gaunt than others is not a reference. Or rather, it is a necessary reference.
November 27, 2025 at 7:42 AM
For I have yet to learn how to refine my spirit. My strife is accidentally shaped like a blight.
November 27, 2025 at 5:41 AM
Your hands must be wise to wield any sword the size of a bladed bird.
November 27, 2025 at 3:40 AM
At this the Gaunt Door folded unto itself seven times until it became akin to brass, which Vivec drank, becoming a mating queen of the school.
November 27, 2025 at 1:42 AM
The immobile is abstraction and the face is only a theoretical inspiration.
November 26, 2025 at 11:39 PM
Vivec smiled and told Padhome that she had become a Daedra of Will.
November 26, 2025 at 9:36 PM
Embrace the grave of the Tower and marry it and by that I mean secretly have it betrayed.
November 26, 2025 at 7:36 PM