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[“The Confession of Boma Kuro, 143” went from script to final
edit, but it was never broadcast for various political
reasons. The series has been lauded as the “finest culmination
of Hjalti’s nonsense in the Tamriels,” and won the IGSTAST in
­E­­­. Despite harsh criticism from other quarters, “TCI” was
otherwise a darling among its audience both at home and in the
armchair critiques of the Summerside liberal blogosphere,
“full of daring attempts to encapsulate the Septim Empires in
an intelligent and titillating serial format”. It was also
noteworthy that Emp Zed, the most famous of Imperial
Successors of the Second Interregnum was part of the show’s
eponymous rebellion. Perhaps even the show creators could not
bring themselves to vilify his character or his place in
Tamrielic folklore, and so cast him against the Talos Tapestry
as a troubled hero.

[This missing episode can be found in the Boxed Set of
“Trans­Cyrod: Insurgency, the Complete Series” in both the
Imperial and certain Aldmeri Markets. Here in Skyrim, its sole
resurrection is accomplished only by hazarding such
cornerclubs as The Echopage or /c/hrysalis. Avoid Wolf­Deer’s
at the time of this publication; that place is run rampant
with spec­sec spores from the Thalmor’s “Silicate Syndicate”.]

TRANS­CYROD: INSURGENCY

“THE CONFESSION OF BOMA KURO, 143”

FADE IN:

EXT. CANOPY – ABOVE CYRODIIL THOUGHTFORM
Cyrodiil is a pale thoughtform from above, its surface craggy
and uneven, with a few dark paved streets visible through the
canopy of buildings. The Rumare surrounds it on all sides,
orange with silt.

BOMA KURO (V.O.)
If you want to know what happened, you will
listen to how I tell it. I will give my
father that much honor, at least.

EXT. CYRODIIL THOUGHTFORM ­ PARISH OF WG­T­ONE ­ MORNING
The Imperial Parish of WG­T­One is situated near a wide bend
of the Rumere, its water at low tide. Reeds and scrub brush
are the only vegetation on this desolate part of the city.
The neighborhood itself is high­walled and divided into
quarters: Riverside, the Governor’s Quarter, the Marketplace,
and the Weirgate. The city walls are marked with the Empire’s
insignias and defended by turreted candle towers. Imperial
Legion soldiers walk along the walls, keeping a watch for any
sign of nomad war parties. The city is covered in a smoky
haze.

The Governor’s Quarter is the most industrial section of
WG­T­One. Its wide courtyards are full of cargo haulers and
factory warehouses. Multiple pathways lead to the giant,
belching smokestacks of a Sugar Plant.

BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
WG­T­One in the morning is a smoky affair,
with the Sugar Plant and the nomads outside
the city in an uneasy peace, their reed
fires everywhere.

Outside the city are numerous nomad camps. The nomads, the
Kothringi, are old­humans, wiry and mostly naked, shoulder
straps hanging with feathers and animal skins. Nearly all of
them carry spears or long, curved knives. A few carry
handcandles, but awkwardly. The Kothringi encampments are
tents made from Coutal hides, the same camel­like animals the
nomads use for transportation, milk, and meat. The nomads wash
themselves in the river, roughhouse on the banks, yell
obscenities at the Legionnaires on the city walls, and cook
their meals on large, reed­fed bonfires.
EXT. WG­T­ONE ­ MARKETPLACE ­ MORNING
The Marketplace is a wide bazaar, filled with cafes, merchant
stands, and a line of specialty shops. Most of the tradesmen
shops are the bottom levels of tiered apartment buildings.
Many of the people that move through this section are
colonists, though Imperial officials and foreign emissaries
can be seen among them. Even a few Kothringi are bargaining
with merchants, meat and hides for baubles and glow rods, but
these nomads are dressed up for it, and it is obvious that
they are wary around the Cyrodil.
One of the Kothringi looks up at the smoke of the faraway
Sugar Plant and spits into his hand, holding it up towards the
smoke and muttering a curse.
PAN to the Kuro Woodshop, a tall but humble shop near the city
walls. Its top apartment has windows that look over the walls
and towards the impenetrable jungle to the east.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
From my apartment I can see past the walls
into the black cloud of their presence.
Behind all that smoke are the indistinct
yurts and horned­skull posts of the
Kothringi nomads, meant to ward off the
indecencies of the city.
INT. KURO WOODSHOP ­ TOP APARTMENT ­ MORNING
BOMA KURO, a melancholy youth, well­bred but with the body of
a factory worker, looks outside his apartment window to the
city walls and the nomad camps beyond. His breath shows in the
morning chill.
Three Kothringi braves on Coutals come out from the plains and
yell at the Imperial Legionnaires that patrol the guard
towers.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
Three Kothringi braves materialize to mock
the Imperial soldiers stationed on the
wall. They sit their Coutals, naked despite
the cold, and one holds up a swamp tortoise
pelt. It is an obvious and captured magic
to them, shaken for effect. When a Imperial
Legionnaire stares too long, the braves
laugh and stamp away, their good deed done
and over.
The nomads kick their Coutals and vanish, the brave with the
swamp tortoise pelt waving it above them. The Legionnaire
shakes his head and moves on.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
I will never understand the children of
Kothringi. I will never come to love this
city, Cyrodiil. WG­T­One is a filthy fate,
though my father, son of a Bravilian
woodcutter, does not share my discomfort.
Boma Kuro makes his way to a stairwell and descends into a
windowed kitchen.
His father, LEB KURO, a large, quiet man, looks over a reed
flute while he enjoys his meager breakfast: hot tea and a
scone.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
At least, he says, we were not sent to a
colonial farm near the true roam of the
nomads, and we are making real money.
Boma takes a seat at the table.
BOMA KURO
(subtitled)
Good morning, Father. Chilly again.
LEB KURO
Quit moping, Boma. Go to work. And speak in
Cyrodilic, even in this house.
Boma sighs and takes a bite of his own scone. He looks around
at their apartment.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
Our accommodations are not bad, this much
is true, and from the topmost windows we
can almost forget the squalor below.
Fortune and weight of name afforded us this
high­angled view.
Boma gets up and takes his factory uniform off a beautiful
wooden coat rack. He stares into the city again. He zips
himself in the uniform, his name and number on the breast in
Tamrielic script, and an Imperial diamond insignia on the
back.
BOMA KURO (V.O.­ CONT’D)
It is good that our gifts, a set of
lacquered end tables and a carven stand for
books, reached the Regional Governor before
we did. Only by his leave did we escape an
exile near Riverside, where even the
noblemen smell like fish.
Boma puts his work belt on and starts for another stairwell.
Leb Kuro looks at his son and frowns.
LEB KURO
(subtitled)
Times have been better, but we are not
women.
BOMA KURO
I don’t even know what that means.
(pointing out a window)
You sent me to the University, for this?
LEB KURO
You work your way up in this Empire, Boma.
I work hard to get us to this parish. You
work hard at the factory, maybe the
Governor send you to San ‘Tesha, or
Remanside, or the Gardens. Somewhere like
that.
Boma manages a smile for his father and exits.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
I tell you all of this because I want you
to know how my father felt about the
Empire. And, because of my father, despite
my restlessness and moaning, I feel the
same way.
EXT. WG­T­ONE ­ GOVERNOR’S QUARTER ­ SUGAR PLANT ­ DAY
Boma hefts blocks of unrefined wasabi into a cargo hauler.
Behind him a throng of workers are moving into the main hold
of the Sugar Plant. Another colonist is helping Boma, and soon
the cargo hauler is loaded. They jump on the back of it as it
takes off toward the Weirgate.
Boma watches the Imperial Officials eating on the outside deck
of the Plant Commissary. He watches the Bummer­class Imperial
Shuttles drop down from the sky to the Weirgate. He watches a
Kothringi nomad child throw something at a Khajiiti trader and
then run down a steaming alleyway, where other nomad kids wait
laughing.
BOMA KURO (V.O.­ CONT’D)
The Governor tolerates the nomads, but not
only because he fears them. I have heard
that he fancies himself a hunter, and has
been seen traveling with their war parties
out in the jungles beyond the scrub plains.
Protected, of course, but there with the
Kothringi, hunting after glass chupacabras
or imported Gilas. The Governor admires
something about the nomads. Perhaps he
admires them because that they hate him so
much.
EXT. WG­T­ONE ­ WEIRGATE – DAY
Boma begins to unload the wasabi into the crates standing near
the Imperial Shuttle loading ramps. He stops when he sees the
Governor near a hangar bay. The Governor sees him, too, and
waves.
BOMA KURO (V.O.­ CONT’D)
I can tell the Governor likes me and my
father. He is one of the few Imperials that
actually visits our woodshop in the market.
He buys the most expensive things we have
for sale. The rest of the Imperials prefer
their modular, prefabricated furnishings,
Hist interiors that defy anything
associated with art or nature. Understand,
that is not meant to be a disparaging
remark.
Boma stands still when he sees what is in the hangar behind
the Governor: a crowd of Kothringi, huddled behind a
pylon­cornered energy screen. Most of them look like they are
starving to death.
Suddenly one of the nomads spots the Governor and rushes the
energy screen, SCREAMING as he passes through it, falling to
the ground, his skin on fire. Nevertheless, the Kothringi gets
up and runs for the Governor again. A Legionnaire opens fire
on the nomad, killing him with a single handcandle shot in the
back.
BOMA KURO (V.O.­ CONT’D)
One time the Governor offered me a place in
his Militias, but Father insisted that I
aim higher. Seeing that life now, I am glad
he had his way.
The WG­T­ONE CARGO CAPTAIN comes up to Boma and shoves him.
WG­T­ONE CARGO CAPTAIN
143, you got a Shuttle to load. Watch your
schedule, not the natives.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
Still, I ask myself, how can I reach the
Governor if I do not join his Legions?
EXT. WG­T­ONE ­ MARKET PLACE ­ LATE AFTERNOON
Boma buys a loaf of bread from a merchant stand and moves past
a café. In the distance is his father’s woodshop.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
At first, I am just happy to see some new
faces.
Sitting at a café table are Perrif, in civilian garb, and her
sometimes­husband Emp Zed. They take no notice of Boma.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
I think that they are recently arrived
colonists. Maybe aetherial freighter
contractors or some other kind of
specialists called for by the Governor.
Zurin Arctus passes in front of Boma, HISSING at him when he
gets too close. The math athlete goes over to meet some Orphan
Dogs waiting by a quaint, cobbled courtyard.
Pelinal, in an Imperial uniform, waits there, beside a
fountain. He is whispering into a wrist­moth, and motioning to
some people on the other side of the marketplace.
Boma looks over and sees some more Imperial soldiers coming
Pelinal’s way.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
Or perhaps even reinforcements for some
attack on the nomads that I am unaware of.
Boma takes another look at Perrif, now far behind him. She
sees him and smiles. He smiles back, almost blushing. Pelinal
is whisper­shouting. Boma bumps into Hjalti, who’s wearing a
large gray cloak with the hood up.
HJALTI
Sorry, kid.
He lets Boma pass.
HJALTI (CONT’D)
Zed, Mede will be in orbit in ten hours. We
move at daybreak.
Boma nods his own apology and moves on.
INT. KURO WOODSHOP ­ SHOP LEVEL ­ LATE AFTERNOON
Leb Kuro is closing down for the day. Boma goes to sit on the
counter. He notices a Kothringi blade beside him, curved and
jagged­edged, its pommel wrapped in Coutal hide and river
jewels.
BOMA KURO
(subtitled)
What is this?
LEB KURO
It is knife from the Kothringi. All
they had.
BOMA KURO
(subtitled)
We don’t need to trade with them,
Father.
Boma sighs and gets off the counter. He starts for the
stairwell.
BOMA KURO (CONT’D)
(subtitled)
I’m going to bed. Did you see the new
people?
LEB KURO
Cyrodilic. And yes. I told you this parish,
it is going to grow.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. SUGAR PLANT ­ DAY
Boma pushes a cart along the factory floor. He passes Perrif
in a worker’s outfit. She smiles at him again.
PERRIF
(whispering)
Hiya. Keep your head down.
Boma stops and watches her move away towards Emp Zed, who is
also in a worker’s uniform. Emp Zed speaks into his wrist­moth
again and then something near the back of the factory
EXPLODES.
Boma ducks down behind the cart as throat­bolts start flying.
Perrif and Emp Zed are firing on Imperial soldiers on the
second level platforms. The plant workers panic and start
running.
Pelinal rushes in with Orphan Dogs behind him. Boma waves to
get his attention and then points at Perrif and Emp Zed.
BOMA KURO
They did it!
Pelinal’s Orphan Dogs open fire on the Imperial Soldiers as
well. Boma becomes really confused. He looks over the top of
his cart and sees more Orphan Dogs arriving from the
elevators. Those start firing on Pelinal’s Orphan Dogs.
Another EXPLOSION rocks the factory. Hjalti enters, waving his
arms for everyone to run. Zurin is behind him, laying down
cover magic.
HJALTI
No good! Fall back!
PELINAL
What happened?
HJALTI
What else? The Queen’s briefing lacked a
few details.
Pelinal and his Orphan Dogs start to retreat. Emp Zed picks
off another Imperial soldier and follows them. Perrif looks
over to Boma and motions for him to run. He shakes his head
vehemently. Then she points up and behind him. An Imperial
Orphan Dog has a handcandle aimed at him, thinking he is
another Insurgent in a plant worker uniform.
A blast ERUPTS near Boma’s head, hitting the cart. Perrif
fires on the Imperial Orphan Dog that caused it, giving Boma a
chance to scramble out of the factory.
EXT. WG­T­ONE ­ MARKETPLACE ­ DAY
Mass hysteria has taken over the marketplace. Imperials are
firing on each other through the crowd. Boma heads straight
for his father’s woodshop.
He sees Hjalti and Perrif running down another side of the
street, dodging throat­candle bolts. Pelinal and his Orphan
Dogs try to cover them but are suddenly fired on by Imperial
soldiers on the city walls. Boma passes by Zurin as he lifts a
handheld stickyshout thoom launcher. One of the guard towers
EXPLODES.
PELINAL
(into a wrist­moth)
Emp Zed! Sitrep right now!
EMP ZED (V.O.)
Pinned down in Riverside, but I think we
can make it to the pickup. Lost Perrif and
Hjal in the shuffle.
PELINAL
(to his squad)
We’re done for the day, people. Go.
Boma’s father opens the door just as he nears it. Boma rushes
inside.
INT./EXT. KURO WOODSHOP ­ SHOP LEVEL ­ DAY
Leb and Boma Kuro are terrified. They watch the battle outside
through the windows.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
I come to the part that is hard to explain.
I do not believe in the Kothringi magic. I
think I have already said that.
Outside, Perrif and Hjalti are surrounded by Imperial Orphan
Dogs. They fall back, hiding behind the overhang supports of
the Kuros’ woodshop. Soldiers on both flanks have them
trapped. Hjalti sees Leb Kuro looking outside of the window.
HJALTI
Let us in!
BOMA KURO
(subtitled)
No, Father!
LEB KURO
(to Hjalti)
Not here! You go!
An Imperial O­D Battlemage fires a throat­bolt that rips a
hole in the door. Boma ducks, pulling on his father’s sleeve.
BOMA KURO
(subtitled)
Move away from the window, Father!
HJALTI
(calmly)
You will let us in.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
I feel it, too, a sensation right here,
that place just under your name. I cannot
explain it. I think perhaps this is the
‘speakwell’ Empire special forces teach in
their sub­linguistics training courses, but
I do not know. In any case, my father opens
the door.
Leb Kuro lets Perrif and Hjalti inside. Glass shatters from
more throat­fire. Perrif takes a few shots outside through the
broken windows. Leb Kuro regains his senses and pushes his son
back behind a workbench. He raises his hands toward Hjalti.
LEB KURO
You go! This is my son! You go!
HJALTI
You will show us another way out.
LEB KURO
I show you another way out.
Leb Kuro is entranced again, leading Perrif and Hjalti
upstairs. A few seconds later, there is a CRASH of glass. Boma
is too afraid to move. The Imperial Orphan Dogs are still
shouting into the shop.
Boma’s father returns and goes over to his son, holding him.
They duck behind the workbench together. Suddenly the door is
SMASHED inward and Imperial boots CRUNCH on the glass. Leb
Kuro rises and waves his arms.
LEB KURO
They already leave! Go!
Reflexively, a nervous Imperial soldier spins over and roars
Leb Kuro through the chest. Then the rest of the squad moves
in. Some run up the stairs. Others hold swords down at Boma
Kuro, who has grabbed his father’s leg. He tugs on it, crying,
saying something over and over again in a language they can’t
understand.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
The Insurgency was a rumor, something that
happened on maps I had never heard about.
This was Cyrodiil, and what did it have to
do with us?
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
EXT. ABOVE CYRODIIL THOUGHTFORM
Two Imperial B­Spires, the Atonement and the Reckoning, are
firing on each other above the city. Their cuttlefish
candleboats are fighting between them.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
To me, it seemed that there was a civil war
going on within the city. But I didn’t care
about that at the time.
INT. KURO WOODSHOP ­ DAY
The Imperial Orphan Dogs are gone. Boma, still in tears, grabs
the Kothringi knife and heads out of the ruined doorway.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
I had simpler matters in mind.
EXT. WG­T­ONE ­ RIVERSIDE ­ DAY
Colonists make what repairs they can as Imperials gather up
the dead. A few Kothringi nomads try to steal weapons,
helmets, or drakes from the bodies of the fallen before they
are spotted.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
I heard one of them mention Riverside. I do
not see any prisoners, so I figure they
have escaped. The only thing left to do is
to talk to the Kothringi encamped outside
the city. I know they will hate my Sugar
Plant uniform, so I bring the requisite
compensation.
EXT. Kothringi CAMP (BONESHAVER TRIBE) ­ DAY
A nomad guides a reed­bound skiff across the river to the
western bank. Boma tries to keep his balance and his courage.
A Kothringi brave spots him immediately and shouts something
unintelligible, shaking a spear. The brave runs to get more
nomads from the camp.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
These are the Boneshavers, the river tribe
of the Kothringi. Unlike their jungle
cousins, the Red Teats (who are also their
blood rivals), they rely more on fish and
sand­eels than the Coutals. For Kothringi,
they are also the most agreeable to the
colonists.
As soon as he steps ashore a Boneshaver brave shoves Boma to
the ground and starts pounding his head. Boma does not attempt
to fight back or resist at all.
More braves arrive and throw rocks at the youth or spit in
their hands.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
This is all part of the ceremony. They knew
the moment I stepped onto the riverbank
that I had a bag of money for them. When
they are finished cleansing me of the
wickedness of civilization, they will take
me to their Tribe­Mother. I can last that
long.
The braves continue to beat on Boma, one taking his knife and
stabbing it into the ground beside his head just before
another stomps down on his face.
INT. TRIBE­MOTHER YURT ­ DAY
Boma sits cross­legged in front of the TRIBE­MOTHER, an
elderly, hide­covered Kothringi, her hair braided with bones
and sticks, her eyes milky white. She holds her side as if a
pain were bothering her. Another Kothringi Elder sits close
by, to serve as a translator. Boma is scuffed up, and dried
blood is caked on his head. The Tribe­Mother offers him a
drink from a wooden bowl. He politely refuses. A nomad brave
comes inside the yurt and throws Boma’s knife into his lap.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
Evidently, I do not bring enough to trade
with. They need more from me before they
will show me the pickup point of the
traitors.
The Kothringi Elder points to the Tribe­Mother’s side.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
He tells me that the Tribe­Mother has
picked up a spirit in her sleep. Something
red and scaled, he says, something that
bites. She wants to get rid of it, but
doesn’t want it to go to waste. He tells me
if I take it from her, they will show me
the place I want to find. I agree.
The Kothringi Elder starts to CHANT. The Tribe­Mother opens a
place in her hides, exposing skin stretched taut over her
ribs. She grabs the bowl of water and holds it there.
The Kothringi Elder reaches over and closes his fist around
the air next to her ribs. He pulls his fist back slowly, as if
he is pulling something invisible out of her body. The
Tribe­Mother moans with pain. Boma watches, somewhat
fascinated, somewhat in a hurry to get this over with. He
jumps a little when the Kothringi Elder opens his hand and
something splashes into the water. The Tribe­Mother pushes it
over to Boma. There seems to be nothing in the bowl but water,
but the nomads look at him in all seriousness and motion for
him to drink. He does.
EXT. HEARTLAND JUNGLE ­ DAY
Boma is running through the jungle, trying to keep up with a
nomad brave on a Coutal. They come close to a rise, and the
Kothringi gets off his mount. Together, he and Boma crawl to
hide behind a ridge of scrub brush.
Below them, in a shadowed valley, is an encampment of the Red
Teat tribe. Mingling with the nomads are the “Imperial” forces
of Captain Pelinal. Boma spots Perrif and Hjalti in front of
one of the yurts conferring with Pelinal, Emp Zed, and a swarm
of homunculi channeling the ghost of Reman.
The Boneshaver brave grunts something to Boma and then smacks
the back of his neck. The nomad then spits into his hand,
points his palm to the Red Teats, curses, and then runs back
to his Coutal. Boma is alone. He pulls out his Kothringi
knife, but then flinches from a pain in his side.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
The Boneshaver medicine man poisoned me. I
had studied comparative religion at the
University. I know this is something called
sympathetic magic­­ my death will be a
metaphor for the death of the Empire, or
perhaps the colonization of Cyrodiil in
general. More than a metaphor, my professor
would have said. It will be a guarantee.
Seeing the traitors below, I am just glad
the Kothringi gave me something that takes
a while to work.
EXT. Kothringi CAMP (RED TEAT TRIBE) ­ DAY
Boma walks through the camp, trying to avoid the crew of the
Atonement, but striding through the nomads freely.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
The Red Teats take no notice of me. I am
just another traitor in a Imperial worker’s
uniform. I look for the one they call
Hjalti.
Boma tries to avert his face when two Orphan Dogs walk by and
look out towards the valley ridge.
ATONEMENT ORPHAN DOG ONE
What’s taking the transport so long?
ATONEMENT ORPHAN DOG TWO
Hjalti is trying to convince Chancellor
Mede that we can still take the plant.
Boma closes in on the yurt where Hjalti and Perrif are
discussing the operation. He swallows, nervously. He looks
around at how many enemies are between him and Hjalti.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
This is when I should strike. He is not
covered everywhere in Colovian metal. Fast
enough so he cannot slip beneath my mind
and make me change it. I am right here and
I cannot do it. It is becoming an event,
something gathering momentum. My cowardice
is making me a spectator.
HJALTI
(into a wrist­moth)
Mede, we have a shot at this.
MEDE (V.O.)
Your argument needs some work. Think on it
while in transit. Our cuttlefish are
clearing a flight corridor for the
transports. Expect them in ten. Mede out.
PELINAL
(into his own wrist­moth)
We read you, Chancellor Mede.
(to Hjalti)
Give it up, Hjal.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
I see my father dead and know this is why I
am here. At the same time, I know
everything that transpired did so
indirectly. The speakwell man should die
anyway. This is everything I want. Even
remembering the red biter in my side, I
cannot move. So the Governor, he decides
for me.
The homunculi cloud WHISTLES. Pelinal’s wrist­moth TRILLS.
ATONEMENT ORPHAN DOG ONE (V.O.)
Enemy forces in range, Captain. They have
artillery.
Pelinal looks to Zurin and the cloud, which is already
readying a hundred miniature likenesses of Reman’s
knife­missile.
ZURIN
(to the air)
No worries, Wulf.
(to the cloud)
Slaaka slaaka.
(to Perrif)
Perrif?! Get that damn thoomboom in­field
already!
Zurin and the Remanculus move as throat­fire ERUPTS on the
outskirts of the encampment. Kothringi WAR CRIES ring
throughout the valley as the nomads rush by on Coutals.
PERRIF
Hey, boka mokta choot already.
The Remanculus emerges from the yurt, stomping into the
battle, throatcandles spinning into place and knife­missiles
readied.
REMANCULUS
Boka mokta choot!
The EXPLOSIONS start. Hjalti, Perrif, Emp Zed, and Pelinal
break apart, issuing commands to other Insurgents. Then Perrif
sees Boma. He sprints forward, pulling out his knife.
PERRIF
Hjal!
Boma tackles her to the ground, holding the jagged edge of the
knife to her throat, pinning her arm with his knee. Pelinal
and Emp Zed ready their magic and hold it on Boma. Hjalti is
calm.
Boma is crying, yelling at Hjalti in his native Bravilian
while struggling to keep Perrif on the ground. Perrif’s neck
grazes the Kothringi knife and blood is drawn.
EMP ZED
Perrif! Hold still!
PELINAL
Fix this, EB.
Hjalti approaches Boma, IGNITING his handcandle.
HJALTI
Just a sec.
PERRIF
No!
(to Boma)
I remember you! We’re sorry!
Boma leans down, yelling into her face. The blade cuts deeper.
Boma’s eyes are crazed enough that Perrif starts screaming.
Hjalti sets fire to the Kothringi knife in Boma’s hand with
his candlestick. Boma looks up just in time to see Hjalti’s
boot.
BLACK OUT.
EXPLOSIONS and WAR CRIES.
EMP ZED (V.O.)
You all right, sweetie?
Perrif (V.O.)
Yeah. Hjalti­­
HJALTI (V.O.)
Woodshop, I know. Let’s go.
PELINAL (V.O.)
(fading out)
Fish boats just hit the atmosphere, people.
Cover and retreat.
PERRIF (V.O.)
We can’t leave him here. Something bad
happened, see.
HJALTI (V.O.)
He made that pretty obvious. Let’s go.
IMPERIAL NAVAL BATTLESPIRES are heard approaching over the
sounds of the battle.
PERRIF (V.O.)
No way.
Beat.
HJALTI (V.O.)
(huffing)
Fine. Give me a hand, Emp Zed. Compassion
here weighs a ton.
INT. REBEL NAVY BUTTERTUB ­ CARGO HOLD
Boma is strapped to the wall of the Cargo Hold. He looks
around in a daze. Insurgents of the WG­T­One Operation pass
him by, moving to combat positions. Boma, straining his neck,
manages to look outside the cockpit viewport. The Imperial
B­Spire Atonement, still locked into combat with the
Reckoning, is closing.
Some of the Atonement’s cuttlefish candleboats move into the
superstring, leaving the battle. An enemy starfish galleon
gets in the way of the freighter, but an unseen candlewicker
somewhere in the Buttertub picks it off. After the fiery
debris of the explosion clears, the Atonement’s hangar bay is
in view.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
When I see the gargantuan Imperial
Battlespires, I realize the extent of this
civil war. My father’s Empire is crumbling
apart.
Pelinal comes over the Buttertub’s loudspeakers.
PELINAL (V.O.)
All personnel: prepare for transition into
the aether. Chancellor Mede, you can move
out. We’ve got your destination
coordinates.
When the Buttertub starts to SHUDDER, its belief­engines
warming up, Boma blanks out again.
INT. IMPERIAL B­SPIRE ATONEMENT ­ DETENTION CELL
He awakes shivering on the cold, black­matte ebony slab of a
detention cell. His hand strays to his forehead, where Hjalti
kicked him. A large welt has grown there, black and bloody,
along with all the other beatings Boma’s skull has taken in
the last day or so. The detention cell’s lacquered ebony doors
SWISH open. Hjalti appears.
HJALTI
Wake up, kid. Chancellor Mede wants to talk
to you.
BOMA KURO
(subtitled)
“The successes of the rash are none of them
rewarded.”
HJALTI
Spooky. Now follow me.
BOMA KURO
(subtitled)
I’ll actually cut her deep next time.
HJALTI
(slowly)
Follow me.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
I cannot resist. I blame it on all the
wounds I have suffered.
Boma calmly follows Hjalti out of the cell.
INT. IMPERIAL B­SPIRE ATONEMENT – CHANCELLOR MEDE’S QUARTERS
Two Insurgent Officers lead Boma into Mede’s quarters. The
Chancellor is at his desk. Pelinal is behind him, standing.
Boma, out of Hjalti’s speakwell influence, tries to look
defiant. He looks around the room, to the shelves, the red
drapes, the trophies and souvenirs of Chancellor Mede’s
career.
MEDE
Hello. My name is Chancellor Titus Mede,
formerly of the Imperial Navy. This is my
sporeship, the B­Spire Atonement. Please
take a seat.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
Every word confirms my suspicions. Soon, he
will be trying to validate his
insurrection. For the Governor’s sake, I
want to hear what he has to say. To hear
how many traitors there are. You work your
way up in this Empire. Something, however,
will not let me.
BOMA KURO (CONT’D)
(subtitled)
May a thousand Gilas take you.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
It is a nomad curse, shouted to the walls
every morning at WG­T­One. It is the best I
can muster.
Mede sits back and frowns. He replies in Bravilian.
MEDE
(subtitled)
Is it somehow romantic for you to swear at
me in your own tongue? Unbecoming behavior,
I would say, especially for a University
man.
Boma turns to look at everyone, perhaps to see if
they understand. He glances at Hjalti.
MEDE (CONT’D)
Boma Kuro, cargo loader 143, employee of
the WG­T­One Colony Sugar Plant, Cyrodiil
City, Cyrodiil Thoughtform.
(subtitled)
To alleviate your grief, I must know what
caused it.
BOMA KURO
[censored]. You are just another running dog for the
Estates. You brought your wars you brought to my
house.
MEDE
I am part of an uprising against the
Imperial Regime, Mr. Kuro. Our rebellion is
small, and getting smaller. We are low on
supplies. Literally, we are running out of
energy to fight this war. Your version of
the thoughtform is one of the solutions.
BOMA KURO
You are traitors.
MEDE
Yes we are. Sometimes, we are worse. In
your case, I suspect that we were.
BOMA KURO
Why did you bring me here?
MEDE
As I understand it, it was out of pity,
initially. Officer Perrif is one of the
better hearts aboard my ship, Mr. Kuro. I
am not. As you say, I was born into the
Estates, but those days are long past. My
rebellion fights the Empire now and we will
win. You are before me at the moment
because this thoughtform is still one of
the solutions.
Mede presses a button on his desk, bringing up its two­paneled
plasma field.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
Thus he tries to justify his crimes.
MEDE (CONT’D)
I have prepared a series of visual aids to
persuade you to understand my cause.
Images of Imperial atrocities appear on the desk’s plasmas.
Boma, sick of being patronized, rushes the Chancellor. Pelinal
lifts his chin and shocks him with throat­fire. BLUE­WHITE
ANEMONES knock Boma to the floor.
Sighing, Mede gets up and motions for the Insurgent Officers
to help Boma, still semi­conscious, to his feet.
MEDE (CONT’D)
Let me apologize beforehand, Mr. Kuro. We
thought our White­Gold operation was
foolproof, tactically speaking. It was not.
You, however, will help us plan a second
raid. You also have my promise that my
people shall endeavor to make the procedure
as painless as possible.
(to the Insurgent Officers)
Take him to interrogation.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
EXT. AETHER ­ UNKNOWN SECTOR
The Imperial B­Spire Atonement travels through a field of
bright gases somewhere off the known maps. Her hull is damaged
from the fight with the Reckoning, but she is running fine.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
To tell you the truth...
(beat)
...I expected worse treatment at their
hands. But Chancellor Mede kept his word.
(beat)
I do not feel guilty telling this panel
that now.
INT. IMPERIAL B­SPIRE ATONEMENT ­ MED LAB
Boma is strapped to a cushioned table, wearing an ancient
Hegemony regulator mask, drugged, eyes half­closed. A
witchdoctor is next to him watching his vital signs. A black
Torture Shark, its mechanical appendage­fins bristling with
dracodermic needles, bone saws, and pressure clamps, floats
out of the room. An ALD TEMPLE PRIEST is seated on a stool
next to Boma, asking him a series of questions. These are
MUTED by Boma’s Voice­Over. Boma is answering the questions
the same way.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
I think they had the torture shark there
just to scare me. It’s not like they even
used it. What I do feel guilty about is
being too weak not to betray the Governor
and the Empire.
On a nearby wall is a plasma field which Hjalti, Pelinal, Emp
Zed, and Mede are staring at. One quarter of the screen
monitors their prisoner’s health.
The rest of it is an expanding map of the Sugar Plant,
sections that fade in and out or morph into different
configurations entirely as the Medical Officer questions Boma.
Pelinal points to a section that finally stabilizes. Hjalti
nods and says something to the Chancellor. Perrif leans her
back to the wall and watches Boma instead.
INT./EXT. IMPERIAL B­SPIRE ATONEMENT ­ SUBSECTION EIGHTEEN
Boma, his wounds cleaned up and in cheap ‘kreath handcuffs, is
led down a corridor by Insurgent Officers. They pass by the
briefing room in subsection eighteen. Chancellor Mede,
Pelinal, Perrif, Hjalti, Emp Zed, and various other Insurgents
are outlining their new raid on WG­T­One, the Sugar Plant
displayed before them by the visiograph presentation.
Boma and Perrif exchange glances. He notices the small scabs
along her neck. She smiles shyly at him anyway.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
If I could, I would spit into my palm and
show it to her, using the nomad curse. Even
I don’t know what it really represents. But
she deserves something of the sort. For the
look she gives me. All the while using
memory footage of my failure to stage
another attack on my people.
HJALTI
(in mid­explanation)
... assuming reinforcements, of course.
(pointing to other sections)
Otherwise, we set the Dragon Breaks here,
here, and here.
MEDE
This time you go in with the transports
right behind you, Captain.
PELINAL
Yessir. Emp Zed, throat the new mission
profile to the Queen. Everyone else get to
your stations. We hit the ground in three
hours.
INT. IMPERIAL B­SPIRE ATONEMENT ­ DETENTION CELL
Boma no longer has his handcuffs on. His hands are over his
face. He is silently crying. He hears voices through the
lacquered ebony door.
PERRIF (O.S.)
(muffled)
I’ll be fine.
REBEL OFFICER (O.S)
(muffled)
And I’ll be right outside, Officer Perrif.
The black door SWISHES open and Perrif enters. She has changed
back into her Haafingar flight vest and helmet.
Beat. The ebony door closes. Perrif cautiously takes a seat
next to Boma, her hand on her dagger. They both sit there for
a few seconds, not looking at each other.
PERRIF
My father was killed, too. By the Empire, I
mean. Well, kind of. By ‘father’ I mean
‘gods’.
Boma says nothing. Perrif sighs and looks over.
PERRIF (CONT’D)
I’m assuming here, I mean. It was your
father, right?
Beat.
PERRIF (CONT’D)
Um. I don’t really have much time here­­
BOMA KURO
I don’t either.
PERRIF
What?
BOMA KURO
I’m dying.
PERRIF
Um, I don’t think so, Boma.
BOMA KURO
How would you know? There is a Kothringi
poison in me.
PERRIF
A what?
BOMA KURO
See? You would use anyone.
PERRIF
What are you talking about?
BOMA KURO
The nomads? In the jungle? You were with
them and you don’t even know their names!
PERRIF
Oh. Right. So, um, why do you think they
poisoned you?
BOMA KURO
I can feel it.
Boma pats his side. Perrif doesn’t understand.
BOMA KURO (CONT’D)
Shut up!
Beat. Perrif starts to get a little nervous.
PERRIF
Well, Boma, I’m pretty sure the medical
fish would’ve picked up something like
that.
BOMA KURO
Perhaps they did and you just don’t want to
tell me.
PERRIF
(looking away)
We’re not like that. I know that probably
sounds dumb or whatever, but it’s true.
Chancellor Mede plans to let you go after
we­­
Boma punches Perrif across the jaw. She stands up in a daze,
trying to remember to pull her dagger out. Boma smashes her
face again. She THUDS against the ebony door. A second later,
it SWISHES open and the Insurgent Officer appears in the
doorway. Boma STABS him with Perrif’s dagger.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
I am not afraid to say that I wish I hadn’t
done it. That is another thing you might
want to record.
Boma slumps down, dropping the dagger. He sits there and looks
at the bodies. He starts trembling. It is a long while before
he can reach over and pull the lifeless Insurgent Officer
inside the detention cell. He pulls off the Officer’s helmet
carefully, trying not to look at the open, staring eyes. Then
Boma looks over at Perrif.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
I can’t kill her. Maybe if she wasn’t
unconscious. Maybe if she had the look on
her face that she did before.
(beat)
I doubt it, though. Later on, I won’t be
able to kill her again.
INT. IMPERIAL B­SPIRE ATONEMENT ­ HANGAR BAY
Dressed in the Insurgent Officer’s uniform, and holding a
large tablet over the scorched opening in its chest, Boma
casually checks over some cargo crates in the Atonement’s
hangar.
The WITTEN­WHITE CORRIDOR of the superstring rotates slowly
below the open bay.
The WG­T­One operatives are loading into their fighter­fish.
Pelinal’s command team is loading into an ebony Buttertub.
Hjalti isn’t present. When Boma realizes this, he starts to
panic. He makes for a candleboat that no one seems to be
watching. Its cephalo­tendril is already in place. It spins
its ganglia and BEEPS at him cheerfully and the cockpit
viewport opens. Boma gets inside as Chancellor Mede’s voice
comes over the B­Spire’s loudspeakers.
MEDE (V.O.)
Captain Pelinal?
PELINAL
(into his wrist­moth)
Ready to say hello to the thick of it, sir.
Boma’s candleboat engines begin to WHINE. Then he notices
Perrif enter the hangar, staggering towards Pelinal.
EXT. AETHER ­ ABOVE CYRODIIL THOUGHTFORM
The Atonement falls out of the Aether, its wood­feathered prow
angled down at the Reckoning. Its forward candles open fire as
a swarm of fighters and transports shoot out of its hangar
bay. The Reckoning accelerates and tries to loop out of Mede’s
firing arc.
INT. BOMA’S FIGHTER­FISH
Boma banks away from the rest of the Insurgent forces.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
I wasn’t fast enough. I had three hours. I
could have stolen this fighter­fish and
made my way to Cyrodiil without the
ganglia. I know every superstring
trajectory to this world by heart. I
memorized them for the day I would finally
be able to leave it behind.
CUTTLEFISH PILOT ONE (V.O.)
Conquistador­Two, that’s not your attack
run.
(beat)
Conquistador­Two, please respond.
Boma nears the planet’s atmosphere when a wing of the
Reckoning’s cuttlefish candleboats moves to intercept him.
They open fire. Boma flips his communications switch.
BOMA KURO
Hold your fire! I am­­
CUTTLEFISH PILOT TWO (V.O.)
Okay, obviously not Conquistador­Two.
BOMA KURO
­­Boma Kuro, WG­T­One colonist designation
143. Repeat: hold your fire, I am not an
enemy!
SPARKS fly from Boma’s cockpit as an enemy fish­fighter scores
a hit. The cephalo­tendril in his head SCREAMS. Another
EXPLOSION causes a
BLACK OUT.
EXT. RUMARE RIVERBED ­ AFTERNOON
The nose of Boma’s fish­fighter is lodged in the mud of the
riverbank, decaying into stink. The landscape of WG­T­One is
nowhere in sight.
INT. BOMA’S FISH­FIGHTER ­ COCKPIT ­ AFTERNOON
Boma tries to push the cockpit viewport open. It won’t budge.
He turns around and pulls out the cephalo­tendril. It SNAPS.
A Boneshaver jumps onto Boma’s candleboat, HOWLING. Boma ducks
when the nomad’s club CRACKS the viewport’s now­fleshy
cockpit. He can hear several other Kothringi nearby, shouting
WAR CRIES.
EXT. RUMARE RIVERBED ­ AFTERNOON
A nomad brave throws Boma to the ground. Another jumps up and
down on his back, smacking the youth’s legs with a
rock­encrusted banjo. Boma SCREAMS.
Boma covers his head as spearheads stab into the mud all
around it. The Boneshavers pound on him relentlessly. Some
throw pieces of the fish­fighter’s eyes on top of him. One
takes his throat­candle and shoots the bulk of its wet­stink
carcass over and over again.
Then the Kothringi Elder speaks and the HOWLING stops.
Boma looks up to see the Kothringi Elder pointing at him and
shaking his head, saying something in harsh tones.
A Boneshaver brave flips Boma over and takes out a knife.
Another one, wearing the fish­fighter’s spaghetti­thread brain
as a helmet, thrusts a spearhead towards Boma’s face
repeatedly, laughing. The nomad with the knife cuts the side
of Boma’s uniform open. The Kothringi Elder slides down the
riverbed slope and inspects Boma’s ribs. He pokes a finger
into them, Boma wincing with each touch. Satisfied, the
Kothringi Elder stands up and yells something triumphantly.
The braves give another WAR CRY, kick mud around, and run off.
The Boneshaver with the ganglia­thread helmet takes it off and
spits into its quivering mass. Then he places it on Boma’s
face and taps out something on it with his banjo. SPLORCH!
SPLORCH! SPLORCH!
Finally, he drops a Kothringi knife on Boma’s chest and
leaves.
Beat.
Boma tries to move his legs but can’t. Moaning, he flips
himself over and starts to crawl up the mud to the top of the
riverbank ridge.
A painted Kothringi brave on a Coutal appears there. They
stare at eachother for a second before the Painted Kothringi
Brave throws him a braided rope of hair. Boma grabs it and is
dragged to level ground.
The Painted Kothringi Brave gets off his Coutal and squats in
front of Boma, slapping the dust with a palm. Boma lifts his
hands and averts his eyes.
PAINTED KOTHRINGI BRAVE
Quit moping, Boma. Go to work.
Boma cannot believe it. The Painted Kothringi Brave laughs and
helps him to sit up. Boma’s head swims.
BOMA KURO
(subtitled)
Did I... am I..?
PAINTED KOTHRINGI BRAVE
Cyrodilic. And yes.
BOMA KURO
No!
The Painted Kothringi Brave cocks his head and moves his face
close to Boma’s. He looks from one eye to the other and then
laughs again, nodding his head.
PAINTED KOTHRINGI BRAVE
Times have been better.
BOMA KURO
I’m not done yet! Get away from me!
The Painted Kothringi Brave laughs and jumps back onto his
Coutal. He points off to the horizon. Boma doesn’t understand.
The Painted Kothringi Brave motions for him to stand. Boma
struggles to his feet. He looks across the river, holding a
hand over his eyes.
In the distance, WG­T­One is burning.
Boma looks to the Painted Kothringi Brave. He shoves the
Coutal’s head away.
BOMA KURO (CONT’D)
I said get away from me!
The Painted Kothringi Brave points back down to the lower
riverbank. He points out the knife. Boma nods.
The Painted Kothringi Brave kicks his Coutal and starts to
trot off. He looks over his shoulder and smiles.
PAINTED KOTHRINGI BRAVE
Aim higher.
Boma goes back down to retrieve the knife. He puts it in his
belt and starts to swim across the river.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. CYRODIIL THOUGHTFORM ­ OUTSIDE PARISH OF WG­T­ONE ­ NIGHT
It is a long walk across the plains to WG­T­One. The flames
are reaching high into the sky. Boma can see a horde of
Kothringi ransacking the city. The turrets on top of the
candle towers are firing on them, explosions too far away to
hear.
In the sky, cuttlefish fighters are engaged in a war of their
own. A candleboat’s dorsal fin breaks off, sending the fighter
spinning out of control. After a few long seconds it flies
over Boma’s head, the flaming ruptures along its
quickly­drying corpse illuminating a fast­fading trail to the
city. It EXPLODES into VISCERA some distance behind him.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
Let it be said that I do not think this was
Chancellor Mede’s plan at all. There were
nomad tribes here I had never seen before.
The Boneshavers and their cousins were
hunting side by side. It was uncomplicated,
this blood frenzy, and all the children of
Kothringi were there to revel in its fire.
To the uninitiated, their war cries sounded
like just that: the lunatic poetry of
crowds and mobs. But the dead hear them
right. This isn’t any language known in the
Mundus. This isn’t even a language at all.
These are the spontaneous proverbs of
something outside of ourselves, behind even
the stars, the artless signal of the bad
half of the divine, and it was right here,
right here at WG­T­One, where all things
begin and end.
Boma is almost to the city now. The knife is in his hand.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
EXT. CYRODIIL CITY ­ OUTSIDE THE PARISH OF WG­T­ONE ­ NIGHT
Boma has reached the city gates. They are torn asunder, their
metal surfaces burning somehow.
A Kothringi raider jumps over the FLAMING wreckage of a
tricycle on a wild­eyed Coutal. He has a female colonist
across the saddle before him, SCREAMING. He sees Boma and
shakes his spear. Boma walks on.
One of the Imperial soldiers in a guard tower targets Boma
with a turret, thinking him a nomad, or perhaps the Imperial
is just caught up in the madness that has taken over the whole
city.
Blasts ERUPT before and behind Boma, missing him entirely. He
does not flinch, even when the guard tower EXPLODES. Boma
walks on.
He walks straight toward a ROARING FLAME atop a small pile of
scorched debris. A massive War Whale soars down close to the
gates, its engine­gills leaving a trailing SONIC BOOM. Perhaps
the wind around it makes the smoke and fire die down in front
of Boma.
He walks over the extinguished remains of nameless,
unidentifiable things and into the ruins of WG­T­One.
EXT. WG­T­ONE ­ RIVERSIDE ­ NIGHT
Riverside is all smoke. Throatbolts fly about and WAR CRIES
ring throughout the quarter.
A pack of mounted Kothringi bursts out of the smoke, breaking
apart as they near Boma, passing him by without notice.
Boma stops and looks around. He can’t seem to remember why he
is here. Some smoke clears and he sees an Orphan Dog sprawled
on the ground with a Red Teat spear in his back. Boma calmly
goes over and picks up the Orphan Dog’s sword.
A Imperial soldier runs toward him.
WHINING KNIFE­MISSILE FIRE comes out of the smoke, knocking
the soldier back beyond view. Something EXPLODES near Boma and
he stumbles to the ground.
The Remanculus ambles forward, firing at unseen enemies,
stepping over Boma to disappear back into the smoldering
periphery.
Emp Zed and Perrif follow behind the organic combat form,
firing behind them. They pass Boma without realizing it.
Boma gets up and follows them.
EXT. WG­T­ONE ­ MARKETPLACE ­ NIGHT
They are gone when he reaches the marketplace. All the
merchant stalls have been overturned. Some have caught fire
and light small pockets of the violence. Others are being used
as cover by Imperials, real or not. The Imperials blast away
at each other, ignoring the nomads around them.
The nomads are swinging fire above their heads on the end of
ropes, tossing them in every direction.
Boma passes his father’s shop without looking. Three Orphan
Dogs, isolated from their squads, are charged by Kothringi
braves. Boma stops to watch the outcome.
HOWLING braves overwhelm one of the Orphan Dogs, pounding his
helmet with rocks or burning clubs. They rip his armor off and
try to bite the pieces.
The other Orphan Dogs (DOOMED DOG ONE and DOOMED DOG TWO) open
fire on the rest of the war party, taking a few down, but soon
the braves are nearly on top of them.
Then a Trilobyte Freighter hits the cobbled square, bursting
into a thousand fiery pieces, and the Kothringi forget the
Orphan Dogs, looking back at the destruction. They laugh and
raise their spears, clubs, knives, and throat­candles.
Then they rush into the flames around the fountain and dance
in the white­hot fragments of the fallen seafighter.
Doomed Dog One gets to his feet and leans on the woodshop’s
overhang supports, breathing hard. After a moment he helps
Doomed Dog Two up.
Pelinal’s voice suddenly comes over Doomed Dog One’s
wrist­moth.
PELINAL (V.O.)
This is Captain Pelinal. Anyone that can
hear this retreat to the Sugar Plant­­
DOOMED DOG TWO
(backing away)
Captain Pelinal? You’re one of­­
The Orphan Dogs BLAST each other and fall. Boma walks on.
EXT. WG­T­ONE ­ WEIRGATE ­ NIGHT
He finds Emp Zed and Perrif at the Weirgate, pinned down
behind an Assault Cuttle­Shuttle with several other Insurgents
by Imperials firing out of the hangar bay.
The Kothringi drive cargo haulers into meta­bromide cell
crates at high speed, jumping off just before they impact and
EXPLODE.
Zurin trots carefully towards the Assault Cuttle­Shuttle,
taking shots at nomads with a throat­candle pistol in one hand
and at the Imperials in the hangar bay with the stickyshout
thoom launcher in the other.
Something inside the hangar EXPLODES, and the pylon­cornered
energy screen evaporates. The Kothringi rush out of it and
jump onto the backs of the Imperials, biting, bashing, and
pushing them around.
Two of the nomads grab the arms of a struggling Imperial
soldier and hold his head down between two pylons. A third
nomad turns the energy screen back on. The SCREAM is heard
above everything.
Emp Zed spots another Assault Cuttle­Shuttle coming down from
the night sky and moves out to guide it in.
EMP ZED
Zurin, come here and cover me!
The math athlete GROWLS in agreement and runs across the
Weirgate, only to be skewered by the spear of a mounted
Kothringi. He stands there and HISSES, blasting the head of
the Coutal. The creature buckles and falls.
Zurin drops his thoom launcher and grabs the spear, lifting
the nomad holding it up into the air. He raises his handcandle
again and blasts the nomad off of it.
Another nomad quickly runs by and snatches up the stickyshout
thoom launcher. He points it up at the Assault Cuttle­Shuttle
and fires. A patch of its hide­hull EXPLODES.
Zurin pulls the spear out of his body and impales the nomad.
The Kothringi dies laughing.
The Assault Shuttle flip­flops backwards, no longer able to
breathe anything but its native water, spiraling back to
EXPLODE on the city walls, which breaks apart, letting another
horde of HOWLING nomads into the city.
Emp Zed looks at the pilot of the first Assault Cuttle­Shuttle
while firing blindly at the Kothringi braves.
EMP ZED (CONT’D)
Go!
The Assault Cuttle­Shuttle rises. Emp Zed, Perrif, and the
Insurgents start to run. Some are picked off by the Imperials
still alive in the hangar.
A nomad clubs Emp Zed across the skull as the horde overtakes
them. Boma sees Perrif lifted onto a Coutal, screaming and
shooting. Her throat­candle flintlock is soon knocked out of
her hand.
The Kothringi trample back into the flames of the marketplace.
Emp Zed is on the ground, his leg at an odd angle.
Zurin leaps at one of the last of the nomads, his University
fangs CRUNCHING into the Kothringi’s neck veins as they both
fall next to Emp Zed and the rest of the dead Insurgents. He
lifts the nomad over her head and ROARS.
Boma walks over to him, eyes glazed over.
BOMA KURO
You were supposed to retreat to the Sugar
Plant.
Zurin ignores him, throwing the nomad down and leaning down to
Emp Zed. Hjalti’s voice comes over Emp Zed’s wrist controls.
HJALTI (V.O.)
Emp Zed? Perrif?
BOMA KURO
(vague and unsure)
Officer Perrif....
HJALTI (V.O.)
Emp Zed, Chancellor Mede says another
Imperial B­Spire is on its way.
Boma walks towards the marketplace again.
EXT. WG­T­ONE ­ MARKETPLACE ­ NIGHT
The marketplace is still a battleground. The Remanculus is
holding off a war party of Kothringi with its impossipoint
handcandles.
Boma waits for them to reload before he steps across their
field of fire. They start shooting again.
An Imperial Orphan Dog on the city wall takes off his muzzle
and yells down at the Mothmen of Old.
ATONEMENT SOLDIER
A time and a place, huh, guys? Come on! The
Empire’s reinforcements are coming!
He has to stop to blast a nomad brave climbing up a crack in
the wall.
The Remanculus looks up and GRUNTS. The Mothmen of Old slowly
fall back.
Boma sees several Quey­class Imperial Cuttle­Shuttles swooping
down towards the city. A candleboat falls behind one and opens
fire, scoring a hit on its scales, and then banking around
again for the kill.
Boma spots Perrif inside the collapsed shell of a tenement
building. Kothringi have her cornered with their spears.
Outside, nomads on Coutals motion for him to come and join the
fun. He blasts one of them. The other nomad watches as his
friend hits the ground and laughs.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
I am the creator­destroyer. I am the false
form. I am the joy and the dirge. My name
is Boma Kuro, 143, the luminous red­scaled
pariah of all dead cities to come.
The remaining Kothringi brave lifts his club, shakes it, and
shouts something victorious. Boma blasts him, too.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
And they expect this from me.
INT. TENEMENT BUILDING ­ NIGHT
Perrif is knocked to the ground. A spear pierces her leg. A
Kothringi squats down next to her and pats the dust near her
face. She looks up, crying, to see him holding her wrist­moth.
He talks gibberish into it and laughs.
Boma enters. He looks at Perrif. The nomad holding her
wrist­moth puts it down and smashes it.
BOMA KURO
(to Perrif)
Can you see me?
PERRIF
What?
BOMA KURO
Good enough.
Boma starts to blast the nomads one by one until they run from
the tenement, howling with glee. Boma squats down and looks at
Perrif, from one eye to another.
BOMA KURO (CONT’D)
Walk.
EXT. WG­T­ONE ­ MARKETPLACE – NIGHT
Boma leaves the tenement. Perrif follows, limping. She grabs
his sleeve. The Kothringi are swarming all around them.
BOMA KURO (CONT’D)
Stay close to me.
PERRIF
But we can’t­­
Suddenly every nomad in the city gives a WAR CRY louder than
any before. Boma looks up.
BOMA KURO
(full of bemused admiration)
Will you look at that?
Breaking through Cyrodiils’s atmosphere is a dead sun god
falling to earth: the bright erupting remains of a Imperial
Battlespire. When it EXPLODES the clouds themselves catch
fire.
Perrif shakes her head slowly.
PERRIF
No.
BOMA KURO
Don’t worry. It is not yours. It is the
other one.
PERRIF
H­how do you know?
BOMA KURO
You aren’t the Empire.
Perrif can’t stop looking. Boma takes her hand. He smiles and
leads her through the nomads without fear.
EXT. WG­T­ONE ­ GOVERNOR’S QUARTER ­ SUGAR PLANT ­ NIGHT
The last transport at the Sugar Plant is the ebony cuttlefish
freighter. Pelinal and a squad of Insurgent Soldiers are
keeping the Imperials in the Weirgate at bay.
Perrif sees Pelinal and starts running. Boma keeps walking. He
looks at the landing Bummer­class Imperial Cuttle­Shuttles and
starts slowing down. Perrif ducks behind a cargo crate and
waves for him to hurry.
PERRIF
Come on, Boma!
Pelinal hears Perrif’s voice and looks over.
PELINAL
Perrif, get into the freighter! Now!
Boma stops and looks at all the Orphan Dogs unloading out into
the Weirgate. He starts moving towards them, as if in a dream.
Perrif runs over and grabs him.
PERRIF
Look, you can come with us.
BOMA KURO
(beat)
I...don't think this is how it’s supposed
to work.
A throat­bolt flies too near. Perrif pulls Boma to the ground.
PERRIF
How what is supposed to work? What the hell
are you talking about?
PELINAL
Perrif!
Boma doesn’t move. He starts looking around at the burning
city as if he were waking up.
PERRIF (CONT’D)
Boma, I swear­­
The Orphan Dogs start closing in.
PELINAL
Perrif!
Perrif
I swear Chancellor Mede will never do
anything like that to you again. Believe
me.
Pelinal
Hjalti!
PERRIF
Believe me, Boma. I hated him once, too.
Boma looks at her. He lets her get him up.
PERRIF (CONT’D)
Good. We’ll have to run, you know.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
I do not feel sorry I let her escape.
Hjalti comes out of the freighter’s loading ramp. He looks
from Pelinal to Perrif. Perrif is tugging on Boma’s sleeve.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
You can underline that.
Boma pulls out his knife and holds it to Perrif’s throat. He
locks eyes with Hjalti. The Orphan Dogs are getting closer
now.
PERRIF
Boma, what are you doing?
PELINAL
Damn it, Hjalti!
Boma runs the edge of the knife close enough to Perrif’s skin
to draw blood.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
I can’t make any mistakes here.
HJALTI
(slowly)
Let her go.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
And I don’t.
Boma lets Perrif go. Hjalti uses his University speakwell to
make Boma trip on his own shoes. Pelinal runs over and grabs
Perrif, dragging her to the freighter.
PERRIF
No, Hjalti! He wants you to­­
Perrif is pulled into the freighter. Hjalti looks from her to
Boma to the Orphan Dogs.
BOMA KURO (V.O.)
And I do not feel guilty that I saved him,
either.
Boma gets up and charges Hjalti, holding the knife above his
head.
Hjalti raises a handcandle and Boma flies backwards, hitting
the ground, slightly on fire. Hjalti, closing his eyes, slides
Boma all the way to the feet of the Orphan Dogs.
Hjalti runs back to the freighter. It rises into the sky,
Orphan Dogs firing at it futilely, and blasts OUT OF VIEW.
The Orphan Dogs look all around the city, seeing the Kothringi
nomads everywhere.
Finally, the Orphan Dogs grab Boma by the collar and drag him
back to their Cuttle­Shuttle as the nomads advance on them,
yelling and screaming and shaking their spears.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. CYRODIIL THOUGHTFORM ­ ABOVE WG­T­ONE ­ NIGHT
as one Imperial Cuttle­Shuttle after another abandons the
parish.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
As the city burns, the hordes of Kothringi
dance and sing and throw huge bundles of
reeds and scrub brush into the fire,
keeping it alive for as long as they can.
EXT. NEAR THE WHITE­GOLD TOWER
The White­Gold Tower: the central system of the Empire, its
surface a mixture of dusky marble and the starlit
constellations of its never­ending city.
EXT. WHITE­GOLD TOWER – ELDER COUNCIL HALL – DAY
PAN ACROSS the aetherscape of the Cyrodiil thotbox to
White­Gold Tower, and inside, into the Elder Council Hall
chambers.
BOMA KURO (V.O. ­ CONT’D)
And that, sirs, is my full report of the
events that led to the destruction of
Imperial Parish WG­T­One. I have tried to
explain it as best as I can.
INT. CYRODIIL THOTBOX ­ ELDER COUNCIL HALL – DAY
A tribunal of Councilors sits on a high podium overlooking a
grim, high­vaulted chamber. Imperial Advisors are seated on a
ring of tables spaced out in front of the Talos Tribunal.
Boma is seated at a table across from all of them. His hands
are in handcuffs, bright ones now from one of the Estates, and
he is in a dark gray prisoner’s uniform. Two Imperial Orphan
Dogs stand at attention behind him.
Dreaming mages are floating throughout the chamber, recording
everything. Boma looks up at all the faces as if for the first
time. He leans closer to the people in front of him.
BOMA KURO (CONT’D)
I do regret that the Governor died in the
massacre. As I stated, I liked him very
much.
TALOS ONE
Governor Wulfharth was dead before the
Imperial reinforcements even arrived.
BOMA KURO
I know, your honor.
TALOS TWO
It is believed that Chancellor Mede’s
people were responsible for his death, not
the Kothringi.
BOMA KURO
Forgive my asking, but how can you be sure?
I understand that the Empire abandoned
WG­T­One the night I escaped.
TALOS TWO
We did. One remote factory parish is not
worth the trouble it would take to protect
it.
TALOS ONE
From the Kothringi or the Insurgency.
BOMA KURO
It was my intention to show you that
WG­T­One was more than a remote factory
parish.
TALOS THREE
It is my belief that you intended far more
than that, Boma Kuro.
BOMA KURO
I am not sure what you mean by that, sir.
TALOS THREE
Your confession, if you can call it that,
seemed to me no more than an exercise in­­
BOMA KURO
I don't regard my report as a confession,
either, your honor.
TALOS TWO
But you do regard yourself as guilty,
though.
BOMA KURO
Yes, your honor. I am guilty of many
things.
TALOS THREE
Do you still believe yourself to be dying,
Boma Kuro?
BOMA KURO
Yes.
TALOS THREE
But you stated that you did not believe in
the Kothringi magic. Twice. As I recall.
BOMA KURO
I don’t. But they do, your honor.
(beat)
And I think we all know what will happen to
me after these proceedings are over.
TALOS ONE
Yes, we do. We are ready to pass sentence,
Boma Kuro.
BOMA KURO
Thank you, sir.
TALOS ONE
You have been found guilty of multiple
counts of high treason against the Empire.
Would you like to hear them all, Boma Kuro?
BOMA KURO
Thank you, your honor, but no. I have had
my say. And I have done my best to warn
you. This is how it is supposed to work.
TALOS ONE
Boma Kuro 143, the penalty for high treason
is death by zero­sum, to be carried out
immediately. Guards, please remove the
prisoner from the chamber.
Boma Kuro is led from the room.
IRIS OUT.
THE END

Modifié par Sifraël, 17 février 2013 - 22:29.

[Shadow she-wolf]

Hey…
Vous avez oublié le plus important…!

Gerka Marukhati dit :

I have broken the timegod, morphed him to my own ideals, shaped him for myself.

[aegnor]

Je suis désolé mais je vous lis depuis le début... et c'est quand même vachement bizarre o.O
Donc en gros, MK tourne l'univers actuel des Elder Scrolls en quelque chose de plus SF.
Pour démontrer ses dires, il fournit des textes obscures (lettre d'amour) ainsi que des vidéos qui le sont tout aussi.

Mais comment peut-on faire un lien avec les vidéos qu'il met en ligne et l'univers des TES ? Je ne parle même pas de la vidéo postée par Shadow she-wolf, il faut bien avouer que je suis complètement sur le cul.

J'essaie de comprendre, ça va finir par entrer >.<

[abg]

aegnor, le 18 février 2013 - 08:18, dit :

Donc en gros, MK tourne l'univers actuel des Elder Scrolls en quelque chose de plus SF.

Il l'a toujours été...
Enfin, je veux dire, l'univers ES a toujours eu une composante SF plus ou moins en arrière-plan. Avant même que MK ne s'en empare et dès l'époque de Daggerfall : L'Anumidium et la singularité du Mantella Crux en relèvent (même si je t'accorde que la 3D carrément cheap pouvait nous brouiller la vue ).

Quand à comprendre l'étrange teasing actuel. Rassure toi, d'autres sont aussi sur le cul

Shadow she-wolf, le 18 février 2013 - 07:55, dit :

Hey…
Vous avez oublié le plus important…!

Le rock de la Grande Maison Telvanni

[Le_Rieur]

Il est possible que ce soit une pièce de théâtre ou un court-métrage tout pourri; il faut relier le script à la photo de Kirkbride et de Kuhlman.

[Shadow she-wolf]

aegnor, le 18 février 2013 - 08:18, dit :

Mais comment peut-on faire un lien avec les vidéos qu'il met en ligne et l'univers des TES ? Je ne parle même pas de la vidéo postée par Shadow she-wolf, il faut bien avouer que je suis complètement sur le cul.

Malheureusement Gerka (le type qui dance) ne fait manifestement pas partie des auteurs derrière le memospore...
De ce que j'ai compris les membres du forum avaient besoin de mailer à memospore un marukhati qui dance pour casser le temps, ou un machin dans le genre...

Du coup Gerka s'est porté volontaire...

[Sifraël]

Shadow she-wolf, le 18 février 2013 - 18:03, dit :

aegnor, le 18 février 2013 - 08:18, dit :

Mais comment peut-on faire un lien avec les vidéos qu'il met en ligne et l'univers des TES ? Je ne parle même pas de la vidéo postée par Shadow she-wolf, il faut bien avouer que je suis complètement sur le cul.

Malheureusement Gerka (le type qui dance) ne fait manifestement pas partie des auteurs derrière le memospore...
De ce que j'ai compris les membres du forum avaient besoin de mailer à memospore un marukhati qui dance pour casser le temps, ou un machin dans le genre...

Du coup Gerka s'est porté volontaire...

C'est encore pire ; résumé ici:

MK a dit qu'il fallait faire ce qui avait été fait à WG-T. Ce qui a été compris comme Tour D'Or Blanc (White Gold Tower).
Donc il y en a qui ont commencé à balancer des vidéos de danse, et voyant que ça ne marchait pas, Gerka a dansé lui même. Mk n'a pas répondu, et il semblerait même que WG-T ait même été mal compris...


Les dernières News :

Lady N qui répond à Eyesore :

Citation

Citation

Already got a scene vid from Hungary.

Their effects kinda suck, but short notice and all.

MK qui sort :

Eyesore dit :

Citation

And, too, the final reward of the memospores, or just another stage of the hunt?

Defeatist.

Citation

ORPHAN DOGS!

Au final, il y avait peut-être beacoup de fausses pistes dans ce qu'on a reçu, car peu de choses ont été éclairées -Talos, la participation d'un dèv, que signifient tout ça...). Ou bien ce n'est que le début... La mention de plusieurs épisodes (dont certains auraient été censurés/perdus) peut laisser penser l'un ou l'autre.
Il y en a qui pensent que MK attends que des gens se servent du script pour faire quelque chose. je n'y crois pas.

Je me lance pas encore dans l'analyse, et, je cite :

Nehluxes dit :

You should all know that you have the blessing of the TABRONEH to decypher all this.

Be strong.

Donc je ne place ce message ni sous les auspices du Tibunal d'AlMSIVI ou de Talos, mais sous les hospices du Tribunal de TABRONEH.

Deux points intéressants dans la vidéo (même si les analyses devront porter sur Boma) :

Difference Thought-Form et Waverform.

Citation

Essentially:

Thought-form: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tulpa
Waveform: http://en.wikipedia....nction_collapse

Naturesur Zurin Arctus : Arcos signifie Ours, mais pas mal de trucs le rapprochent des Tsaescis.

Citation

But anyway, note that I'm not denying that Arctus was a bear, I'm just clinging to the idea that he's a Tsaesci. I mean, Hjalti was a Serpent and/or Dragon, but he was also a man. Same with Arctus. He was a Bear, but also a [Tsaesci, I'm hoping].

Bon, je relis le truc à tête reposés, et d'ici quelques jours je poste quelque chose.




EDIT :







J'ai réussi à comprendredes bribesde ce qui s'est passé cette nuit, donc je le fait remonter. Un IRC  memospore est apparu/ a été envoyé par un sbire de Eyesore, et quelqu'un lui a envoyé un message :

Citation

Oh lawd, and Elven was the first to email too, nice of MK.

Basically elven sent this:

// begin transmission
// transition: SLEEP = > TRANSMISSION_IN_PROGRESS
// transmission complete
// transition: TRANSMISSION_IN_PROGRESS = > REPLY_BUSY_WAIT
// ... waiting ...

And MK replied with:

2.24.3735
Pass?

BOMA KURO se serait révélé révélé le code menant où MK (sous le nom poétique de Knife-Missile) a sorti  "Empire As Is".

MK a ensuite dit qu'il répondrait au 1008ème message d'un sujet. En 2/3 heures, quelques membres du lore forum ont écrit plus de 1000 messages, dont la plupart se réduisaient à "Amaranth", avec quelques questions plus complètes de Lady N, des "Julianos and The Gardener of Men" de SithisLorkhan, et des Trolls  et encouragementsde MK

Finalement, on a échappé aux "What is better dragon age or elder scrolls" (de peu), mais on a aussi raté les :
What is the Eye of Magnus?
OBSD, Shonni-etta, or anything other than the Aldudaggas. I don't want to be reminded of Skyrim even after I turn the game off; I want to learn about other aspects of Tamriel.
ou les "Amaranth".

Le 1008ème post fut :

Citation

The Spear-Meeting of Vehk the Demon and Reman Cyrodiil

Ca promet...

Une fois fait, ils ont cherché à cacher le topic dans les tréfonds en faisant remonter tout les sujets du dernier mois. Ils se sont fait avoir deux pages après le 1008ème post, et ont, je crois, tous eu 5 jours de ban pour spam.

Modifié par Sifraël, 20 février 2013 - 19:26.

[Jacob Bronsky]

[Nehluxhes]

Ils ont du prendre ma bénédiction trop au sérieux, malheureusement je ne fais pas le poids face à un ours en haut de forme

[Shadow she-wolf]

J'ai trouvé ça sur une conversation de la TIL à propos de memospore, je ne sais pas ce que ça vaut...



Au fait par rapport à la tête du singe...
C'est bien Marukh...? Si oui quelle est l'image originale...? Car son article mériterait bien une petite illustration...

[Suleri Drals]

TABRONEH ? pour le truc avec le singe, ça a peut-être un rapport avec les Imgas.

[Sifraël]

Shadow she-wolf, le 21 février 2013 - 22:42, dit :

J'ai trouvé ça sur une conversation de la TIL à propos de memospore, je ne sais pas ce que ça vaut...

Au fait par rapport à la tête du singe...
C'est bien Marukh...? Si oui quelle est l'image originale...? Car son article mériterait bien une petite illustration...

C'est un indice envoyé par MK à ceux qui sont sur le Memospore. L'image au centre est Marukh, c'est le "Ape Sigil" que MK avait balancé lorsqu'ils avaient commencé à prévoir la guilde maruhkati pour TESO ; ç’a été l'avatar de MK pendant un moment, et pas mal de monde sur le forum officiel l'a repris en la changeant un peu. L'image originale est là.

Bon, ils semblerait que les erreurs du textes épeleraient un truc en rapport avec Kuhlmann, il a été contacté par Toesock, et MK a rajouté :

Citation

Citation

Neither could we. I PMed Hasphat. I have no idea if he'll see it.

He saw it.
<smh>

Kuhlmann serait dans le coup... Je sens que pas mal de cœurs vont lâcher dû à un excès de joie.

[Sifraël]

Et ça recommence...

D'après FloorBelow:

Citation

Battlefields, moths(?), transits of Venus, dancers, serpents, castles, dragon priests and hall of stories', giants(?), cupped hands protecting a flame. All to the sound of bells tolling.

Bon, s'il s'agit d'analyser les images, les sons, ou autres par des transformations de Fourier ou d'autres trucs du genre, je crois que je vais rester en retrait...

EDIT :

Bon, de nouveau Memospores...


3--¦1š7ýÂ


Archive Log: X7-b
(posté par Divayth Fyr, pas memopsore, )

Council Memo: TOS-W0-HAT
(par Alba Tross, mais comme on y voit MK)


Quelques pensées sur le reddit:

soooo.... anyone good with morse code?




I thought that was already cracked. Lead to https://www.dropbox....d9dil3/INC2.wmv Which has a QR that lead to albert_ross hushmail.com addy.
See the current doc.
Your albertross video is new, as far as I know. But it has the same QR for the Albert_ross addy.




I have updated the TIL thread and the new (but maybe soon to be killed by moderators) official lore forum thread.
Also, glad to see Divath Fyr again, and glad to see that him and the Elder Council still keep in touch. I'm half expecting to see Nu-Hatta pop up, now.




Are you going to have all of the formatting? If you aren't going to do the formatting, just leave it for Pops, we can just do the current discussions in this thread.
If you're going to format it, holyshitthat'dbealot. Uh. Here are some things to help.
http://forums.bethso...mos-and-spores/
http://www.reddit.co..._megathread_ii/ (Probably pretty much the same)
And damn it, there's an IRC document that doesn't have the older stuff but is up to date on the recent stuff, but I can't see to find it. I'll PM it to you once I do find it.




I'm slightly buzzed at this point - further analysis will likely need to wait until tomorrow. However, Google Translate provides the following:
"Dormientibus est excitato" - Latin. "Sleeper has awoken." "Ai spus ca ne va juca" - Romanian. "You said we will play." "Anois, tá muid ag imirt tú" - Irish. "Now we are playing you."





if it's a reference to the Amaranth, notice how there are at least three pictures in each. I can recognise one being the Godhead, another being the Amaranth, but who's the other one? IMO it's probably Kirkbride himself, but I think there's other stuff to focus on.
I think the hands detailed within are important. What for, I have no clue at all, but it reminded me of GHARTOK PADHOME.
I'm starting to think one part of these memospores is just MK showing off Lady N's dancing skills. this is at least the 2nd or 3rd time that's been in.
Man, anyone else get the feeling these arejust getting weirder and weirder?

I'm quite sure Lady N hasn't been in any 'cept the first, and she wasn't dancing in it. What are you referring to?





1, they flash the Serpent at Talos' feet for a moment. This is the full image, from the same perspective they used: http://extreme.pcgam...ne_of_talos.jpg
2, is that winged thing earlier on a dragon or a God-bird? If it's a God-bird, Kyne could be of continued relevance. I honestly can't tell, though.
3 Dancing.
4 A figure that is highly reminiscent of Ancient Nordic ruin religious carvings appears, but it doesn't seem to match any of the carvings. It looks like a Dragon Priest. Maybe we should dig through some concept art for the original image.
5 Bells. Are these the All-Maker's bells? "The two bells have went 'Gong! Gong!' and that means the kalpa has turned."
About the Serpent at Talos' feet, I think that it was intended by the craftsmen to be representative of a dragon, but as a mythic echo, it represents that Talos has taken Lorkhan's place.


My thoughts.



Instead of "Answer and answer", I heard "I serve and am served, I exceed my own..." then things got a bit harder to hear.
i don't know what this means

Found it

Wow, you're on a roll, nice find. Time to dig for what the Musraht-sounding thing is. With the Vivec connection, I immediately thought Muatra, but sounds like a two syllable word.


Actually, yeah, that might be it. You have a much better ear than me. Updating the TIL thread with your thought now.
Wait, that's also in the Sermon. But you probably noticed that. I wonder why he skipped "I am made of wire and string and mortar and".
ed: So, this video is either about the promise of the PSJJJ, or Vivec-the-city.




I'm not too sure about the sermons, but I found out who one of the people are. The very first picture from the group of historical figures is of Kaiser Wilhelm II.
Edit: "I serve and am served" sounds like something that a King or leader might say. I'd guess that the other people are heads of state.




Yes, managed to find them all.
Wilhelm II
Uriel VII
Emperor of Korea?
A Thalmor Ambassador, drawn by Lady Nerevar?
Queen Maria Theresa of Austria-Este
Heungseon Daewongun


In reference to the chant that is heard during the video, it is most likely Tuvian or Mongolian Throat Singing of some form. I will see if I can find the exact song.




So far I've heard "image. man. god. city. wasting (or sting). they/I served and serve. untranslatable"
the chant I have no clue, but it makes me think of something aboriginal. Probably wrong, but yeah.
Someone's gotta figure out the symbolism behind the upside down stuff.



Le Fait qu'on ait droit à

Citation

image, man, god, city, state. I serve and am served. I am made of wire and string and mortar and I accede my own precedent, world without am.'

Me plaît beaucoup, puisque c'est la description des Walking Ways... Le fait qu'il n'ait pas commencé à "egg" est par contre étonnant.

EDIT#2 :

Bon, visiblement, TOUT se passe sur l'IRC memospore. En oubliant pas de regarder les infos làet là, avec un gros résumé... Ca devient plus clair ?

new doc guys, this one;s getting bloated:

https://docs.google.com/folder/d/0B8i_xyF0ZzzEQ2RuWjVfOXgzcXM/edit?pli=1&docId=1kVuHub6c-xIi9sKT3IHM9XW60pVoHuZY-BE9yAghu98

"You a book, fag, stop your buffalo" - MK

[Image d'un chat avec marqué "Too punk to die"]

#memospore: ~*MANY KRETANS ARE LIARS*~

Are all liars Kretans? -RTD

GET BACK IN THERE,
YOU MOCK-TURTLE!

“Who is sober among you, let him proclaim their solution.”

- P.S.

(I think the problem is that we’re all sober.)

TIL Thread

Relevant Files

IRC at irc.irchighway.net in #memospore



Table of Contents

#memospore: ~*MANY KRETANS ARE LIARS*~

State of the Game

Introduction

Memospore videos: 02/14/2013

Passcodes: 02/19/2013

Stormcrown: 02/20/2013

Airpiss: 02/21/2013

Find the New Channel: 02/23/13

REMINDER: DON’T OVERTHINK THIS SHIT

Current line of enquiry

Diary of a Memospookhouse. (21:56 GMT IRC, 24th Feb)

A New Challenger Has Appeared

Jewish Numerology

State of the Game

MK told us to find it by Sunday. To find THEM before then. If we can. Come home. We need a fleet.--NordJitsu

Not exactly sure what this is referring to. Google hangout? <---not memospore; possibly still Google

Currently we have been told to download a torrent of DUNE.  We are being led through the movie, cutting and examining frames. The link to the torrent Lady N provided was followed by MK saying: “Version above has no Korea” (Meaning?) (meaning it hasn't been "compromised" by the hackers? -RTD)

In particular, a frame was said to contain some "chromatic aberration." Further examination has revealed that it may contain a QR code of some kind.  Several people received an email from airpiss containing a tiff attachment.  The Tiff contained the words "Fuck off gsocket" in an alpha channel but contained no QR code that we have found.  ElvenlyPossible is working on this.  RTD is confident.

We now think the chromatic aberration was simply heterochromia, and not a QR code. We would be happy to be proven wrong. People should keep working on the image.

Our instructions were:
"<Memospore663> get pixel range/shape -> construct QRC from shapes -> find treasure"

Update: A memospook came on the IRC channel at 8:10pm (EST) and linked this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_sfyVUP_qxE saying it was a fifth memospore video. The video seems to depict drawings of Dwemer and has Morse code playing in the background.

The morse code gave us this: http://goo.gl/jyhqP . Later  this video was found on the memospore channel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9exOBSW_Sc

Introduction
The Memospore ARG is an alternate reality game that Michael Kirkbride and Lady Nerevar are running, possibly with the help of unknown associates. Hunt them down and exterminate with seething, wolfish hatred. Keep the heads intact, though. We’ve got a forest of gleaming pikes ready at the gates.

Currently there appear to be several distinct organizations at play in the memospore ARG universe.  Two groups of hackers, which we are currently referring to as "Korea" and "Germany" are breaking into each other's networks and stealing funds from each other.  On Feb 25th we observed these two groups in the #memospore IRC chat.  One group, which we presume is Germany, logged as <WHO_IS> and revealed that they were hacking into NCSoft's finances, only to find that they had none.

This space will be updated as the game continues. Be wary of serp-breaks, however. In which case we’ll lose the whole shit-show.

Memospore videos: 02/14/2013

http://youtube.com/user/memospore posted four Memospore videos.

The fourth memospore included an authentication prompt, with a “mail memospore?” error at the end. Many mailed memospore@gmail.com, and got a couple files back:

mem1.jpg => http://d.pr/zkIN/5zzfqk8l
mem2.jpg => <needs link>

MK continued to post many vague hints on the BethSoft forums.

Shortly after, MK posted a PDF of a teleplay called the “Trans-Cyrodiil Insurgency.”

Passcodes: 02/19/2013

On Feb 19 2013, an email to memospore@gmail.com was sent out by ElvenlyPossible on reddit.

memospore responded with a login prompt:

2.24.3735
Pass?

2.24.3735 is 2.20.2013 in base 8.

The passcode was 2050542 3554304. MK gave the passcode to us directly.

BOMA36 => 20505428
KURO36 => 35543048

The actual solve was a translation from base36 (26+10) to base 8. A useful conversion tool is here.

MK was present in the IRC chat #memospore on the evening of the 19th. LadyN, under the nickname “name”, was on theIRC as well.

The events of the IRC chat have not been catalogued here because MK personally requested that the logs not be circulated. Anyone who has them should uphold his request. The events of that evening are not considered relevant to the ARG, with the following exception.

MK posted a link after he left (with another user). The URL was invalid. http://www.argn.com/2005/04/this_is_not_a_germany

The closest related result is TINAG, a well-known ARG and phrase used in ARG communities, meaning “don’t treat this like a game, this is now real life.”  This also means that neither MK nor LN will confirm or deny the existence of this game and they will not comment out of character.  So don't bother asking.

2013-02-21 00:27:15 <!Dovahkiin> TINAG. You said that it would play us.
2013-02-21 00:28:37 <+Knife_Missile> <!Dovahkiin> TINAG. You said that it would play us. <- yep

Stormcrown: 02/20/2013

A user named “Stormcrown” appeared in the IRC around noon Central Standard Time on Feb 20th 2013 and made a few comments:

<Stormcrown> If he asks, tell him that our suspicions seem to be correct. QXJjdHVzIERpZCBJdA==

@b64d => "Arctus did it."

<Stormcrown> Tell him to wait for me Zm91ciBlaWdodCBuaW5lIHNpeCBzZXZlbiBmaXZlIHRocmVlIHR3bwpvbmUgZm91ciBmaXZlIG5hdWdodCBzaXggZml2ZSBmb3VyIHNpeA==

@b64d => "four eight nine six seven five three two one four five naught six five four six"

4896753214506546 can be split into lat/long, which resolves to the coordinates for “Restaurace Septim” (48.967532, 14.506546 => http://goo.gl/maps/h4Wcb) in the Czech Republic.

The stormcrown hints are by and large considered to be a clever red herring by someone not involved with MK’s game.

Airpiss: 02/21/2013

All who emailed airpiss@gmail.com (an anagram of Imperial as is) received this image:imgur.com/CzfksCb

Of note, the image contains several spelling errors. (h, k, u, l, h, t, i, a (doubled in the first part of the image) and possibly s for Pantheons). "TAM! Rugh!" should be spelled "Tam! RUGH!"  MK hinted that transposition may be involved. We are to post theories in “a lore forum that we didn't spamfuck in the face.”

Errors in spelling highlighted here:http://i.imgur.com/gmnh8ku.png

An enormous amount of time and effort was spent trying to puzzle out the meaning of the errors and find hidden information in the data of that image file. Eventually the solution was revealed by MK.  We were to google the letters in order to find apdf document. See the update below for more information.  In the meantime, we received the following dialogues from MK and LN.

On 02/22/2013, MK and Lady N had the following conversation:

We’ve pulled out the emergency background maps from the ur-chive, Professor. A perfectly preserved rendition of our world with, well, something we can actually set foot on, if needs must. If even we must all learn to live with some pictel stray.
We’d have to completely drain the reserve realities to even begin to jackboot this thing. As far as the Blades are concerned, this is Last Resort.
That’d be a good name for it, Brother Jauffre. Ha! But it’s all very well Morbâdoon-approved, so fix your frown. The Council undersigned everything before they were jaunted. Standing on one of your old ideas, Professor, wot? How does it feel?
They were my part of my eschatonical thesis, Admiral. They look a bit crayon now.
Still...still a right keeper, these. I sometimes do a little dance on them to feel like I’m gigantic.
Ahem. We’re running out of the time we actually still have on this side of the opera. In thirty-six minutes, seventy-five hundred contingencies mega-ghost all at once.
Jauffre’s being a bit boring but he’s right. It’s Imperial As Is or it’s nothing.

I am the creator-destroyer. I am the false
form. I am the joy and the dirge. My name
is Boma Kuro, 143, the luminous red-scaled
pariah of all dead cities to come.

On 2/23/2013, Kirkbride said in the IRC:

Germany attempts to send the picture to me. It gets intercepted by someone on the east coast called airpiss. Who may or may not be in on it since they used an anagram when the clue before it was freely given [sic]: Imperial As Is.

Find the New Channel: 02/23/13

It seems MK grew bored of our inability to solve the puzzle. He said in IRC on the 23rd that we were reading too much into the T0 image.  The solution we were meant to reach was to google "hk aa u lh tt"

This leads us towww.tefillos.com/tehillim.pdf

LN & MK (logged as FEMALE_VERSION and MALE_VERSION respectively) speculate that someone heard they were ordering three copies of the "Dictionary of the Khazars" and altered the T0 picture to lead them to that pdf document, specifically this line:

http://www.dailytehilim.com/Default.aspx?Perek=29 (line 3)

(God's) Voice is upon the waters.  Almighty of glory thunders, (God) is upon [the] many waters.

This is relevant to the DoK because page 293 of the DoK is particularly famous for being the only variation between the two versions of the book.

http://stason.org/TULARC/education-books/find-books/14-What-is-the-difference-between-the-male-and-female-editio.html#.USlD2bJIHX4

So where does the clue lie?  In the DoK or in the Tehillim?

After logging in, MK hinted at a new video waiting to be found:

Feb 23 22:32:15 <MALE_VERSION>  video's ready for release, you guys just haven't found it

Closer to the end of the session, MK hinted that a new channel had been set up.  We presume this means either a new YouTube channel or a new IRC channel.  Several hints were given:

The hebrew pdf document, which is the Tehillim, the Jewish book of Psalms.

Several quotes from this page about City of Heroes, which MK described as a "sunsetted game."
http://wiki.cohtitan.com/wiki/Mission:The_Only_Good_Day_Was_Yesterday_-_Part_Two:_What_We_Bring_With_Us
And possibly to this page as well:
http://wiki.cohtitan.com/wiki/Black_Channel_Protocols

http://global.ncsoft.com/global/ir/earnings.aspx

The relevant MK quotes:
Feb 24 04:05:55 <MALE_VERSION>  RTD knew enough to track the quotes, so now you have Hebrew and a wiki about a sunsetted game
Feb 24 04:06:12 <MALE_VERSION>  take it for what you will and find the new channel

Stille and possibly others received a message from airpiss called Assymetrical Warfare. “Tell all of the Gs their channels are ripe. AH was a money grab and it ain't forgot.”

Grey Man - Selects the lore (not the right words)

Lady_N is in contact with a significant “she”.

Reference was made to some of the "characters" (Germany?  A Grey Man?) being members of theHellfire Club. The grammar is nonspecific.

REMINDER: DON’T OVERTHINK THIS SHIT

Straws at which we've grasped:
https://www.youtube.com/user/adonai239 exists, and was made in Jan. of 2013, but has no material.  Possibly unrelated.
It's also probably not related, but Psalm 39:2 reminds me a bit of the Listening Frame.  Anyway, it's cute but not important, I think.

A list of all Psalm’s that involve the numbers 2, 9, and 3:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1fOoG1gX9L6OFwT4CnANt8TK6401SUp7TeUVxyogqzHE/edit?usp=sharing

Nordjitsu posted to the TIL thread:

Lots of Dune parallels with TES or TC:I
1. Sleeper has awakened
2. Waking dreams
3. Messiah figure (boma kuro or nerevarine)
4. Fremen=ashlanders
5. Voice of persuassion
6. Voice as a weapon (shot out of guns and not)
7. Wise women leading the tribe
8. Trials for the messiah to prove himself to the natives
9. Natives rise up and tear down part of the Galactic Empire
10. Spice Production= Sugar Production
And I know I'm missing a few more. Not sure where to go with this, but MK wanted us to watch dune and "report." So I did.
Also, the Great Houses.

Not in original post, but the two moons and their significance to the sleeper as well.--NordJitsu
Maybe I'm grasping at straws, but that's a really interesting observation.  -RTD

Possibly related links:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKDnDffgqKq4X-IyoeDK04w/
https://plus.google....515977809595694

Current line of enquiry

If you feel you have nothing to do, do this:

• Find email adresses related to clues <name>@gmail.com
  
• Find YouTube accounts or channels based on clues (www.youtube.com/user/<name>)

Diary of a Memospookhouse. (21:56 GMT IRC, 24th Feb)

Logs of the event on #Memospore:https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B-Jh05leAxlSRnNwaXJuSjFCTkU/edit?usp=sharing

Logs of the event on #Airpiss:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/16D_YMjmOIWHxu6KRGcWWFWOr572sOUaQvMY8gMWe2cM/edit?usp=sharing

Full logs have been removed from this document to save space, and make the document tidier to read.

<Memospore027> X
<Memospore102> 0
<Memospore125> X
<Memospore102> 0
<Memospore027> X
<Memospore993> X
<Memospore125> X

These are all the same connection. 1212111 ABABAAA XYXYXXX

Got no loc. He is saying loc a hell of a lot

---need mem (ory? ospore?)

(Th)(fl)(dy)(do)(ag)--ing sp---(ore?)(ace)(awn)(eck)(ear)(eed)
flying spore
flying spear
dying space

(nu)--nedic totems, one loc(ation?)(was there any blanks here?)

(gar)--landed in a dream of sta---(stasis?)(static?)
garlanded in a dream of stasis
(dia)---kinesis. The general---(ity)(ist)
diakinesis. The generalist...
(Aha?)--- I have found it!

Fill in the blanks lads/ladies.

* Memospore125 has quit (Quit: Page closed)
<WHO_IS> shits leaking
* Memospore993 has quit (Quit: Page closed)
* Memospore102 has quit (Quit: Page closed)
* Memospore027 has quit (Quit: Page closed)

All Memospooks are now gone.


Safe keeping:http://www.youtube.com/user/KoreanSKYRIM/videos?view=0&flow=grid

http://www.youtube.com/user/SeerNetwork

Lady N linked thishttp://imgur.com/sGQ83Ot ashttp://tinyurl.com/cm-evidence1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7XEruq8Z3M&list=UU_f-lfB7kGbEMfUDJg4cg1w (linked thrice)

Travis Schlueter-Beckner
Probably not related but maybe mentioned by hackers so keep an eye on him.
https://plus.google.com/103589495503024407518/posts
https://www.youtube.com/user/bettermousetrap

MK revealed that a hidden QRC is embedded into the following image (currently attempting to solve this; not resolved as of 2:00AM [GMT-5] 02/28)

Just for future reference, the 28:3 passage appears in the Tehillim.pdf document on page 17.  Here's a picture.  I don't know if that's helpful for any reason, just tossin' monkey poop.  -RTD

Possibly important (probably posted by MK):


Virgil holding a volume of the Aeneid flanked by the Muses his bitches, Clio (History) and Melpomene (Tragedy).

OF IMMEDIATE IMPORTANCE ; POST-AMARANTH TRANSMISSIONS

<Michael_Kirkbride> the keys are in that Dune vid
<Michael_Kirkbride> I can't do it by myself
<Michael_Kirkbride> adiago[sic] in d minor, it has a special game meaning
<Michael_Kirkbride> find it
<Michael_Kirkbride> Let's go home.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYMseN4XzxI
<Michael_Kirkbride> Hon, set us up a hangout
<Michael_Kirkbride> Sunday
<Michael_Kirkbride> Homeworld password
<Michael_Kirkbride> Name: Homeworld Ident: CodeRed_Homeworld Suggested Footprint: 3x3 Art Notes: A Tower shaped out of many; when seen at a distance, it's a rendition of [REDACTED] in its fully glory, before the Fall.
<Michael_Kirkbride> Animation Notes: TBD Audio Notes: TBD Design Notes: Wonder. Produces Straw (go with it). Balloon payment requires [REDACTED] (any level 12 player has this).
<Michael_Kirkbride> Description: The Homeworld is all things to all people. As [REDACTED] once paraphrased in the Book of Faces: "If you have the imagination... you can make feast from straw." A Homeworld will produce Straw every X hours. Unlock: CodeRed_X
(note: quote comes from Jane Stanton Hitchcock, but idk from where)-RTD
<Michael_Kirkbride> Find us Sunday. Find THEM before then, if you can.
<Michael_Kirkbride> Come home. We need a fleet.

Adiago in D Minor has lyrics: http://www.maxilyrics.com/john-murphy-sunshine-(adagio-in-d-minor)-lyrics-a949.html

A New Challenger Has Appeared

User 23rdPsalm (http://www.youtube.com/user/23rdpsalm) has  posted on the 1st and 4th memospore videos quoting LOST. The origin of these quotes are here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZmAz86uHq4

Is there a significant scene in Dune that might need to be played in reverse? Iunfugno---arc

I don't think this is related.  And if we have to study LOST for clues, we're all totally boned.  But just in case:
"The wise know how to use time and space perfectly; they lead free and harmonious lives. Fools are enslaved by time and space; they are busy running around all day. Wise or foolish, the difference is obvious." -RTD

Paradise Lost might be relevant.

Immortal amarant, a flower which once

In paradise, fast by the tree of life,

Began to bloom; but soon for man's offence

To heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows,

And flowers aloft, shading the fount of life,

And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven

Rolls o'er elysian flowers her amber stream:

With these that never fade the spirits elect

Bind their resplendent locks. (III, 353)

Jewish Numerology (03/01/13)

A note on Jewish Numerology, or Gematria:
It may be possible to convert the Tehillim into numbers.  I'm sure Gematria scholars are already doing this, or have done it.  However, researching Gematria with Tehillim as the context comes up with some interesting results.  For example, from an article about Tikkun HaKlali.

The word Tehillim has the same gematria as the word Lilith (with five units added for each of the letters of Lilith). Moreover, the word Tehillim has the same gematria as the two names of God, El and Elohim...

Here's a general table of Gematria values, although I don't know which method they used to calculate them (and there are several).  It's interesting to note that 293 (which relates to the linked Psalm 29:3, above) is the value of the word Mizmor, which means "Psalm."

COINCIDENCE!?!?!?! -RTD

Divayth Fyr Morse Code Vid

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_sfyVUP_qxE

Some of the morse code playing in the background gave this link:
http://goo.gl/jyhqP Which appears to be a new memospore video. The QR code at the end gives albert_ross@hushmail.com
Soon after memospore emailed !Dovahkiin saying slakjlfajalshdasm

MK as Tel_fear came in and said:

<Tel_Fear> POC: Basil Rathbone in a lady's scarf.
<Tel_Fear> The names are: GEORGIUS
PATRICIUS
JACOBUS
ANTONIUS
PETRUS
DIONYSIUS
HULDERICUS
BRANTONIUS (wears the sun-sigil under his beard)




NordJitsu’s Book Report on The Dictionary of the Khazars

    I am going to move my book report to save space. Most of it is probably not important anyway. Link here:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CyOPo8n0YmED75Ca1szqpZyDAsCmxht7-IMhNWv434M/edit
    If anyone thinks this is worthwhile I can do it for more (all) of the book.

Memospore Video 5

A new memospore video was added to the memospore channel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9exOBSW_Sc

• It appears to contain this video of the moon’s transit across the sun https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-rqHNkDnQKI
  
• Also contains the flash of the vaseface from the previous QRC video - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Vaso_di_Talos_particolare.JPG
  
• The ringing churchbells may signify our Sunday deadline.
  
• Here’s an album of every image, cut-for-cut, in order.  I’m thinking we need to identify every image.  Perhaps they repeat because they spell something...?
  
• The vase wears a depiction of talos according to wikipedia, a large man of bronze, theres also the picture of the skyrim statue of talos stabbing the snake, and a picture of neuschwanstein castle.

The Toast: Happy Anniversary

Prost! - HQ

Modifié par Sifraël, 02 mars 2013 - 11:32.

[Landän]

Ok, j'ai tout lu et je n'ai rien compris.

Mais je m'insurge contre la phrase "Dormientibus est excitato" qui ne veut strictement rien dire, sauf pour Google traduction, qui est incapable de traduire la moindre phrase de latin de toutes façons.

Déjà, Dormientibus est un pluriel, c'est "les dormeurs". Ensuite, Dormientibus n'est pas sujet : c'est un datif ou un ablatif.
Excitato pose des problèmes. C'est un adjectif substantivé au singulier datif ou ablatif. Il ne peut pas être le verbe excitare au parfait passif car dans ce cas, il serait au nominatif.

Bref, cette phrase veut dire : "Il est d'un réveillé par les dormeurs" ou "Il est au réveillé par les dormeurs" ou "Il est aux dormeurs par un réveillé".

Si l'on avait "Dormientibus excitatus est", alors ça aurait plus de sens : Il a été réveillé par les dormeurs (ou éventuellement en latin médiéval : Il est réveillé par les dormeurs).

Autre hypothèse délirante : excitato est un ablatif absolu. Quelqu'un ayant été réveillé, il (pas celui qui est réveillé mais un autre) est par les dormeurs ou il est le propre des dormeurs.
Et des hypothèses délirantes, je peux vous en sortir un paquet tellement c'est absurde comme construction.

Bref ça n'a aucun sens.
Mais mon anglais étant faible, je ne suis pas sûr du sens de la traduction Sleeper(s) has(ve) awakened (Le dormeur a réveillé par différence avec sleeper has awoken le dormeur s'est réveillé), il me semble qu'il manque un COD.
Cependant, le reste n'ayant pas de sens non plus, peut-être qu'en fait cette phrase a un sens qui m'échappe parce que sa traduction en Français n'aurait aucun sens pour moi non plus...

Modifié par Landän, 04 mars 2013 - 14:21.

[Sifraël]

C'est "le dormeur s'est éveillé", c'est une référence à Dune, et MK a dit qu'il fallait chercher dedans pour trouver certaines réponses. Et c'est une phrase qui correspond aussi bien aux TES.

Les News sur l'IRC : MK organise un jeu de rôle sur table avec des membres du lore forum, et ils ont dû désigné une personne pour Arctus, Wulfhart, Hjalti, et l'Empereur Zero. Les votes ont été quasi unanimes, mais rapidement fermés sur le forum officiel :

Citation

Nord is a Wulf

Dead is a Z

Dov is a Zed

Stille is a Beard

En plus clair :

Citation

Stille - Zero
Nord - Wulf
Deadite - Zurin
Dovah - Hjalti

[Landän]

Je te crois sur parole pour Dune. Ca correspond bien aux TES, en effet. Mais ça n'enlève rien au fait que la phrase en latin ne veut pas dire "Le dormeur s'est éveillé"...

J'en profite pour te remercier de nous tenir au courant des évolutions, j'imagine le temps que ça doit prendre.

Modifié par Landän, 04 mars 2013 - 15:46.

[Griscendré]

C'est à s'demander si Kirkbride n'est pas un troll.

[Sifraël]

Bon, les nouvelles fraiches... j'ai raté pas mal de truc (ben oui, 99% des trucs se passent sur l'IRC, quand c'est la nuit en France, et lus rien n'est reporté sur TIL, reddit ou le lore forum.) mais heureusement, j'ai choppé le résumé :



Là




https://lh3.googleus...Q1gdJNSAPjItSGA

Rats with Wings

Birds the word.

#Memospore Document

Lots happened today

Toast to MK and LadyN

Speculation on Memospore Terminology and Characters

RL (Real Life?)

Dune

Tamriel

Relevant Thalmor shitte

Memospore 6 Video

Update 03/03/13 Throwing Dice in Anger

Albatross Updates

Books from the mod:

35]Orders of the Albatross

35]Wylandriah's Letter

Albert_Ross and his Apostle

Toast to MK and LadyN

In case you missed it (read at your own pace, beautiful stuff): http://d.pr/1iky/1YAc3EYm

In response to “Amaranth” - “Dovahkiin, nice name.” -MK

Speculation on Memospore Terminology and Characters

“Ah was a money grab” - Arcturian Heresy?

Arcturian Heresy and ARG correlation:
* Multiple reasons it’s a money grab:

• Ruby throne/crown
  
• His face/name to eventually become the currency of the empire
  
• AH: “"He lives until he is 108, the richest man in history."
  in summation: rich motherfucker.
  
• Perhaps if the Arcturian Heresy was a money grab, we are talking the book, not the events therein.

So maybe we are being told that is not the true story. Maybe the true story is the goal of the ARG?---NordJitsu
* AH: “Ysmir the Grey Wind, the Storm of Kyne. But through Lorkhan he lost his national identity.”
- Grey Wind → Grey Man (in this context, the Grey Man is seeking revenge and ends up getting cheated by Septim’s analog in this ARG)
- Through Lorkhan lost his national identity; Grey Man / Germany interplay
* <Knife_Missile> ah was a money grab
<Knife_Missile> ah solution is key
- AH: "[Septim] warns Cyrodiil about the dangers within, but says he has a solution to the dangers without. The Mantella."
- Upon using the Underking’s heart to fuel the Numidium, the Underking smashes it into pieces (which Septim then goes to recover)
<Knife_Missile> mantling
<Knife_Missile> perfect strategy for assembling pieces correctly

We need to figure out who g and k are. G and K have equivalents in both Dune and Tamriel, which we can use to better figure out who they are. Also, we should apparently either send 88 gsocket sightings to memospore or 2 klan member sightings Nah that thing's over.

RL (Real Life?)

k has been known to invade games before. said invasions are needed for homerow dock.
greymen are apparently homerow dockworkers
and korea does not want tam to come home. whatever tam is.(Tamriel?)
k also funded airpiss, who is “imp level hostile”
http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/5281/aimg3704.jpg this is a sample of a grey man. In the background, with the grey eagle tshirt. Image was taken 7 months ago. Grey man apparently paid money in bulk for a drawing of homedock row. Said he had Patrick Stewart money (aka Septims I guess)

From the EA 2007 doc, since we were told to crossref that.  In 2007, EA considered Asia one of its biggest growth opportunities.
“In Korea, we acquired a 19 percent stake in Neowiz, a local operator which last year helped us make EA SPORTS FIFA Online. Together, with Neowiz, we achieved a dramatic success — more than ten percent of the population of Korea registered to play our game. In China, just recently, we acquired a 15 percent stake in The9, one of that country’s top online publishers. Investing and partnering with established publishers gives us a much better
understanding of how to succeed in Asia.”
EA confirmed for krystal klan? It is the great destroyer after all.
Last year there has been speculation as of whether NCsoft was going to buy EA, as rumours say they were “looking to expand.” In 2007 however, there were rumours EA was going to buy NCsoft.
MK said NCsoft not target proper. Klansmen. Big financials. Seeing how EA keeps being linked to NCsoft and it’s worth about 5 times of what NCsoft is, I wonder if our targets might not be EA. Try the EA and Ncsoft CEOs maybe?

Dune

we’re supposed to follow the snake from dune to korea. g and k can be looked at as great houses
g -  atreides/ k - harkonnen
The spice, which is in-universe oil and life prolonger and hallucinogen, is what the houses fight over. It is produced by the sandworms (snakes?). Follow the snake from dune to Korea. Spice becomes sinoite? Sinoite is also used for space flight, and so is Spice.

Tamriel

krystal klan are thalmor. Makes sense because of crystal-like-law
In that case, who would be the grey men? Could be either dunmer (grey but not men, the landfall references point in that direction), kothringi (silvery but men) or Cyrodiil which is not wegrey but I can see why the Thalmor would be pissed at them.

Also, we’ve been linked to a prion paper (interestingly, the first author is a certain Natallia Makarava, tho LN won’t tell us if they’re related), which LN confirmed in chat might be connected to the Thalmor’s business. See how that fits with that quote on the Thalmor’s goal.

Relevant Thalmor shitte

To kill Man is to reach Heaven, from where we came before the Doom Drum's iniquity. When we accomplish this, we can escape the mockery and long shame of the Material Prison.

To achieve this goal, we must:

1) Erase the Upstart Talos from the mythic. His presence fortifies the Wheel of the Convention, and binds our souls to this plane.

2) Remove Man not just from the world, but from the Pattern of Possibility, so that the very idea of them can be forgotten and thereby never again repeated.

3) With Talos and the Sons of Talos removed, the Dragon will become ours to unbind. The world of mortals will be over. The Dragon will uncoil his hold on the stagnancy of linear time and move as Free Serpent again, moving through the Aether without measure or burden, spilling time along the innumerable roads we once travelled. And with that we will regain the mantle of the imperishable spirit.

Memospore174 explains prions to us:
Memospore174> So, what I got out of the paper in my cursory reading (and with a caveat that none of my study populations have to deal with prion diseases so I've kinda ignored them for the half a decade) is that they're showing the misfolding 'cascade' that is associated with prion protein lacks real rich fidelity, leading to multiple PrP lines that have a variety of structures with a variety of abilities to refold other proteins.
<Memospore174> Some appear to be faithful, while others have more slop (or, alternatively, they all have some slop, and the higher 'virulence' strains (not the right word, but whatever) outpace this non-conformation issue through sheer numbers).
<Arc> We shall resume that, stille.
<Memospore174> Here's where I'm fuzzy (and it's late at night for me). Either a, some PrPsc end up producing enough non sc that the chain peters out, or that there's PrPsc 'strains' that end up with a prehensility to end up deforming back to non-self replicating forms.

"By fidelity, I'm talking about how much a PrP (Prion Prot.) induces the _same_ form in other protein.
<stille_> aha, so prion proteins don't cascade like grey goo that just makes more of itself, they cascade by making other proteins refold into other patterns?
<stille_> and some of the chains are deadends?
<Memospore174> It makes more of itself, but its a sloppy photocopier. And slopier than previously appreciated, according to the paper. Yeah, some dead end.
<stille_> right
<stille_> what's PrPsc btw?
<Memospore174> Selfreplicating Prion Prot.

Prions are (often) self replicating malformation that spread through inducing their malformation into others. I'd peg that as the crux of 'what you should take home.' Maybe it's the towers that are being corrupted. Maybe its man. Context of where this was brought up would matter, here.

Possible sinorite connection. Sinorite is used for space flight. Seeing how the fifth memospore had a lunar transit of the sun video taken by stereo b, a solar observator, I suspect that whatever spaceflight we’ll get will have some connection with the sun. In Sunshine, the crew flies as close to the sun as possible to fire a nuke into it to revive the dying sun. What might the Thalmor want to do to the sun (that magicka-leaking hole in Aetherius) that could parallel this? Possible connections: the last paragraph of the Thalmor plans mentions the Dragon unbound moving as free spirit thru the Aether, and the Thalmor regaining the mantle of the imperishable spirit.  Also, MK’s “mantling as the perfect solution for assembling pieces correctly”

Memospore 6 Video

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VNjza3W2Ss
Audio in the background is someone reading from the 36 Lessons: Sermon 25 "The Emperor," also known as the Scripture of the City.

"egg, image, man, god, city, state. I serve and am served. [this text is omitted: I am made of wire and string and mortar and] I accede my own precedent, world without am."

Update 03/03/13 Throwing Dice in Anger

A GM has called out for four representatives to participate in what is assumed to be an online role playing session on March 19th.  Each representative must be "loudly supported" by his or her constituency.
The four reps will then convene to play a BRP game of an unspecified nature.  It's presumed that this will be broadcasted live.
There are ways for us to screw this up.
<GM> IF ANYONE STEALS BRP IT GETS FUCKED
<GM> IF ANYONE RECORDS IT GETS FUCKED
<GM> IF ANYONE. DOES NOT PLAY, IT GETS. FUCKED.
<GM> FIVE4FEVER OF HERESY
<GM> CHOOSE WITH THIS IN MIND
<GM> FIFTH IS ALESSIA
<GM> SHE WILL WATCH
<GM> FOUR OF YOU WHO THINK THEY CAN MANTLE
<GM> IN PROPER AND ALL RESPECT
<GM> WE GO THE COLOR OF BRUISE
<GM> WE GO DERPER
So don't screw this up.
Four reps have been selected.
Votes must be cast for those reps.  They must be done loudly and publicly.
<Baron> cast your votes public without explaining why
It also appears as though we must vote for which nominee will mantle what character.

Also remember to add more greymen in the reddit thread
Update: event is over.  Keep adding if you find it amusing.

And here’s one place to vote.
http://forums.bethsoft.com/topic/1447248-so-has-anyone-been-watched-youtube-today/page__st__60
Update: that BSF thread has been locked.
Seems we have our players and their roles:
Dovahkin: Hjalti
RottenDeadite: Zurin
Stille: Emp Zero
NordJitsu: Wulf

Albatross Updates

This image was received from Albert_Ross@hushmail.com with the message
“Confirm Flightpath?
Further to 2nh-full. Query: Higher access password?”
https://lh6.googleus...EKtHZCVw43Vwd70

Dovahkiin: You s’wits don’t know how to Photoshop

Link to a Skyrim mod in there: https://www.dropbox.com/s/31aqwxcjkgvjrn3/TooCloseTooSoon.esp

The mod includes two books and an NPC named Talon of the Albatross. He is hostile, has no dialogue, and stands at the crossroads from Riverwood to Whiterun. “player.coc Whiterun” will take you right to him. He carries both books, is of the Elder Race (old man Nord), and knows Unrelenting Force.

Books from the mod:

Orders of the Albatross

Talon,

You have been created to deal with the archive breech. They are getting too close to the archives. Remember the Five-Fold Tenets of the Albatross, and perform admirably. Should the task fail you must return to the meeting place to be join us again.

The council will await further news

Wylandriah's Letter

TO: Urag gro-Shub, Slobbering Shelf-Monkey of Arboreal Librarianship
Arcanaeum, College of Winterhold, Winterhold, Skyrim, Tamriel, Mundus

FROM: Wylandriah, Witch of the Sordid Court
Seventh Door of the Seventh Hall, East Wing, Mistveil Keep, Riften, Skyrim, Tamriel, Mundus, The Aurbic Tang

DATE: First Seed, 3E 203/4/5

Dear Urag,

You never replied to my last letter, but that's okay because I've been busy in the meantime with projects and projects and projects and I wasn't really looking forward to hearing from you anyway or anything like that, because I know professional relationships sometimes get lost when other jobs come along. So I wasn't waiting for a response from you or someone else from the College at all these last few weeks and I'm not waiting for one in response to this letter, either, though if you don't send me my apparatus back when you're done using it I'll have to hire one of those 'fetchers' the Dunmer are always on about in the warrens to get it back for me. Or I'll have to come myself and that's a troublesome pain when the roads will shift on you no matter how many notes you take. Can't rely on the terrain for anything these days, though by all accounts that's no different from any time in the last five epochs.

Yes, yes, mfoundation as one could possibly devise and, you know, counter to all of my bilious bombacity and jive-grinding jealousy, but - and well, show me any one warlock or wizard who hasn't stolen blatant as a butterfly on a blueberry pie the ideas of at least one of the triumvirate of invention; High, Deep, or Wild, and I'll show you the perfect place to stick that little delusion - At any rate one works with what one has; you get what you get and you don't throw a fit. Or you give what you give and you make them bite a shiv. Or something like that. And anyway we all ought to just straighten up and do right and realize that not even the damned eyelash-lancing hoary beard blighters flashed and flared their industry sparks against a void; the truest bodies can go hang in the referential stocks for downright liars. And you can just shoot me through and through with the enclosed if I ever express a desire to exist in silence. Though of course no one ever really lies, except to themselves.

Although: poets, and my apparatus. Poets, now: Well, certainly looks like lies. Smells like lies. Tastes like lies. Buzzes like flies (because gods but I hate poets and their spew). But it haint. Confluential truth; which is to say: exactness and damn unapproachable! Pshaw, if truth can only be spoken behind a curtain! Bring out the man. Which is of course the point of this: It's an eyeglass, of sorts, if you could have an eyeglass inside an eyeglass inside a broken mirror inside a mad artist's head (shut up, I know it's redundant) and then could turn the whole thing out of it's insides; gut-side up, and braise that soul a good one over the coals. A poetronach, tesfaye, and don't ask me about how I got or about hitherto-thought impossibility of upchuck-induction in such cases of influentia; it's proprietary. Just press your gummy, troglodytic little Orismer eyes up against the wink-whirls, try not to flinch when the lid clips affix, whisper up the slant slandered neonym of justified obscurity, and settle in for the grandest vivisection of association you've ever seen.

Oh, and I do still love you.

An emissary from Albatross showed up. Log is in new document.

Albert_Ross and his Apostle

Alright, here is my edited version of the new dialogue in the last 2 hours (4AM Mar.4th):

https://docs.google.com/folder/d/0B8i_xyF0ZzzEQ2RuWjVfOXgzcXM/edit?pli=1

I don't think that link goes where you think it goes.  -RTD somebody changed it~Arc

http://pastebin.com/q4RdG44Y

Quite a bit of interesting stuff.
* I think by Sea-Bass he means C-base. Obviously check the loc, and the Mythological self-image. Too tired to attempt the puzzle, you guys got this.
* Sun-Climb-Time would roughly translate to Krein Alok Tiid in Draconic (no new dragon shout in ;that mod? Expresate didn’t mention anything). Just confirming - No new shout. Thanks~Arc
* The concept of Sun-Climb-Time, the backwards nonsense, and referencing the Holy One’s makes me think of dracochrysalis.

Lots more interesting stuff early on, but too tired. Figure it out ye fresh Monday minds. ~Arc

Anybody look at the IDs of the new items and characters in that mod?  Just wondering if anything stuck out.  -RTD

No, nothing - Exp


Tesfaye

The word “tesfaye” from Wylandriah’s letter was sent to albert_ross@hushmail.com after which the response was: Archive access granted. Message intercept detected. Bureaucratic procedures initiated. Please await further transmission.

Another email was received from albert_ross a moment later with this picture: http://i.imgur.com/UePGPa5.jpg

The Daedric at the top reads “a simple item is all you need”

Emailing Albert Ross with the word "septim" (an anagram of A Simple Item is "Mail Septim") gets the following reply:
PASSWORD ACCEPTED.

RETRIEVING PACKAGE...

PACKAGE RETRIEVED.

Delivering Package...

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/ha1acta041wmz2p/xzGmg40kjT?m

This dropbox contains two images and two files.  The password for the Razor file is written on the handle of the razor in the image.  The crossword puzzle solution for the crossword file is "dalcapocodic"

To be straightened up:
Crossword answers:
1: Wandered - "Sermons 12:12"
2:  Anumidum - "Time Strider
3: Hellena - "Queen of Magnus"
4: Colovia - "Mede’s Stomping Ground"
5: Albatross - "Black Beady Eyes"
6: Perrif - "You could say she was the first"
7: Orgnum - "That Silly Wizard Sea King, gave away all his gold"
8: Dead-Cities - “the luminous red-scaled pariah of all ---- ------ to come”
9: Veloth - He’s said to have said “Barant, put down your blade and I will make you swifter than a    bolt of lightning”
10: Divayth - “Who started this whole mess? Oh right, him.”
FUN FACT: Divayth was only found because of the unlocked html website. Umpteen originally put “Dickwad” as a joke, in regard to my (exp) constant dickwadery. This gave us the correct password.
11: Pelinal - “That other damn time strider. Why are there so many of them?”
12: Elder-Scroll - “oh those little fragments of creation, those divine scribblings of insanity”




Pictures from the mod:




HTML Page Graphs

Are you about to embark on a journey through the mind of the Albatross?

Take a map:
Crossword: https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B8i_xyF0ZzzEZVFNMFl3VUNSSVU/edit
Crossword HTML: https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B8i_xyF0ZzzESGlmZjJPbDVld3c/edit
Razor: https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B8i_xyF0ZzzEQWRKRE84RVkxQmc/edit
Razor HTML: https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B8i_xyF0ZzzERU42OGtQalROd2M/edit

The Crossword is particularly interesting because MK uses an “infix key” for every node in the graph (although there’s an error at the CABCA tree; it should be CBACA). And the Razor doc is complicated. -Dovah

An infix key is a concept in graph theory/trees. Any node in the graph has a unique infix key starting at the root (1) and ending at any given node. (For example, 1CBACA is an infix key here).

More information about how I did this incoming! I took all of the <div> elements enclosing the nodes and stuck them all in an XML document with <mk> and </mk> tags.

require 'nokogiri'
require 'htmlentities'
require 'sanitize'
require 'rgl/adjacency'
require 'rgl/dot'

RGL::DirectedAdjacencyGraph[*Nokogiri.parse(File.read('mk')).xpath('/mk/*').collect{|a| [a.attributes['tiddler'].value.strip, Sanitize.clean(HTMLEntities.new.decode(a.children.to_s)).gsub("\\n", "\n").strip]}.inject( Lien vers Morromods){|s, (k, v)| s + v.scan(/\[\[(.+?)\]\]/).flatten.collect{|w| [k.strip, w.strip]}}.flatten].write_to_graphic_file

Parse the XML file, take the “tiddler” value of every <div> node under <mk>, decode all HTML entities, fixup newlines, and add every double bracketed label as a graph edge from the current node to the remote node. Finally, convert that to a RGL graph and write it to a graphic file.

And, we’re done.




Je vais essayer de voir s'il y a plus à apprendre, et j'espère réussir à avoir accès à la vidéo/enregistrement (qui sera le 19) du RP ; c'est pas gagné, puisqu'il semble que ça va être plus ou moins caché, avec mot de passe demandé et tout, pour que seuls ceux qui aient participé à l'ARG à fond le voient.

To Those About to Play, We Salute You

Welcome to The Arcturian Heresy Rumble 2013! The adoring fans outside the Mundex Arena are breaking down the doors to catch a glimpse of this legendary four man free-for-all bloodbrawl event! Which contender shall reach the starry heights of the heavens by violence? Our Ruling King shall have no equivalent, no equal, no fitting contender.

In Mehrunes Dagon’s corner, we have our Rebel, hailing from the frozen north - The Mighty Dovahkiin - the master of the IRC and slayer of morse code. Dovah’s masterful Thievery eclipses that of Tyler Stowell, but will that be enough to prevail as the Early Beard?

In Malacath’s corner of the ring, we have the oracular Stille, whose enigmatic accent is more mysterious than the Emperor Zero himself. Even desperation and exhaustion fall before this  Ruling Queen who will work day and night to decypher a clue. Will her opponents slit her throat and steal her identity, or will she rise again as God?

In Molag Bal’s corner, we have NordJitsu, the fitness king, who has a physique to rival the great warrior Wulfharth himself. Like his nordic counterpart, this olympian of Atmoran blood feels no bite of the Northwind. Will TIBEDETHA allow us to observe his roleplaying if we watch on his mom's smartphone? Will he be betrayed, his very heart stolen from him, or shall the Hawk of Kyne take flight like the noble Albatross?

In Sheogorath’s corner, we have the curiously maddened RottenDeadite, the herald of the savage Reddits, who can infer significance in something devoid of detail. Though he is on the run from the Penitus Oculatus for stealing their secrets, his intellect is sharper than that of Zurin Arctus, the fanged Serpent - but will it be enough to outwit the other contestants? Of course, if he inherits the Bear’s sticky thoomlauncher, he may not need to outwit them.

The blades are sharpened, the armour is gleaming under Magnus’ golden glow, the rites have been read, the tournament is about to begin, but something is still missing. Where are the spectators? What good is an enantiomorph without a Witness? Who can share in this event? Who will fill these dead, empty bleachers? Who will be there to tell the tale, To share the excitement over fine wines and strong ale? What good is a fire without a weary traveller to warm their hands upon it? Who can remember the story, and spread the echoes that will ripple through time? We can, and that is why you will need us.

EDIT : finalement, ce sera le 30 mars...

Du bonus ; une photode MK, et un poster de Ce qui va arriver !

Modifié par Sifraël, 09 mars 2013 - 18:46.

[Le_Rieur]

C'est moi, ou il semble sous-entendu que Zurin Arctus serait également la Lamenoire parjure mentionnée par l'Hérésie ?

Hé ! Il y a un parallèle entre la Maison des Troubles et les êtres qui ont composé le "dieu" Talos ? Cela se peut ?

[Sifraël]

Je ne sais pas de qui est tout ça... c'est sans doute MK qui l'envoie aux protagonistes, mais peut-être qu'ils l'ont fait eux-même (Dovahkin ayant sorti une nouvelle version du poster).

Mais on quand même Hjalti qui cache un couteau, pas Zurin. Et ils ont plus facilement accepté la théorie que Zurin soit un Tsaesci que celle faisant de Hjalti la lame Noire Bretonne (sur lui, il y a trop de trucs contradictoire, cette lame noire étant sans doute inventée pour représenter ce que Hjalti a fait).

Bon, il se dit des trucs très intéressants ici.
Un docintéressant, linké par Nord, sur TESO

Modifié par Sifraël, 09 mars 2013 - 20:00.

[Le_Rieur]

Haha ! Le Voile de l'Ouest, c'est le Woodstock sénovélien ! C'est bien une énorme blague, hein.


EDIT : apparemment, MK a son ordi qui bugue, il devait être connecté sur le chat ce soir... du coup on se bat pour savoir si le Nerevarine pourrait être l'Amaranth (idée de l'Aimé), et si il y a eu mantling Nerevar/Nerevarine.

Modifié par Le_Rieur, 09 mars 2013 - 22:33.

[Sifraël]

Nerevar est le Nerevarine, c'est l'âme de Nerevar revenu (Nu-Hatta)

Quand au fait qu'il soit l'Amaranth, j'interprète les Sermons comme signifiant qu'il doit mener les Dunmers à le devenir, mais c'est personnel (en effet, le rôle Vivec/Dunmer est le même que HoonDing/Rougegardes, mais le rôle de Nerevar(ine) n'est présent que là, ce qui laisse penser un côté original. Que ce soit parce qu'il est l'Amaranth ou que ses actions permettront aux Dunmers de franchir le dernier pas))

[Le_Rieur]

Sifraël, le 09 mars 2013 - 22:42, dit :

Nerevar est le Nerevarine, c'est l'âme de Nerevar revenu (Nu-Hatta)

C'est ce que je défendais, arguant que, déjà, les répercussions de la mort de Nérévar Indoril a eu un incidence sur le parcours du Nérévarine. Et le Tribunal reconnaît celui-ci comme tel. Le Nérévarine est l'Incarné, le mot est trop fort pour être passé sous silence.

[Sifraël]

La chaîne IRC Memospore est passée en privé, il faut donc se connecter pour y accéder (pourquoi MK a fait ça, nul ne le sait. Pour meubler jusqu'au 30 ?). Résultat, une seconde a été crée, pour que tout le monde puisse continuer à discuter si c'est Sithisit, le Nérévarine, ou les deux qui est/sont l'Amaranth.

J'ai d'ailleurs enregistré quelques parties de certaines discussions. C'est en Anglais, ça fait plus de 1000 lignes, j'aurais pas du le faire, mais j'aurais jamais réussi à résumer toutes les idées. Je ne vais pas le mettre directement ici, mais peux le passer par MP si vous me le demandez, parce qu'il s'est dit des choses très intéressantes.

[Le_Rieur]

J'ai assisté à une de ces discussions: ces gens sont des malades. Tu peux m'en envoyer, que je rigole deux secondes ?  

En vérité, si SITHISIT est considéré comme l'entropie, il ne pourrait être Observateur, car l'entropie est la mesure de désordre d'un système.
Pourtant...
Pour ceux qui demandent, le but de l'entropie, c'est l'équilibre. Pour grossir le trait au maximum, qu'il n'y ait ni chaud ni froid, mais seulement du tiède. Ni Yin, ni Yang, juste du Gris. Si on remplace par Anu et par Padomay, on comprend mieux le lien SITHISIT-Shéogorath (cf. Wabbajack qui sert à soigner la folie).