You have discovered the sixth Sermon of Vivec, which was hidden in the words that came next to the Hortator.
There is an eon within itself that when unraveled becomes the first sentence of the world.
Mephala and Azura are the twin gates of tradition and Boethiah is the secret flame.
The Sun shall be eaten by lions, which cannot be found yet in Veloth.
Six are the vests and garments worn by the suppositions of men.
Proceed only with the simplest terms, for all others are enemies and will confuse you.
Six are the formulas to heaven by violence, one that you have learned by studying these words.
The Father is a machine and the mouth of a machine. His only mystery is an invitation to elaborate further.
The Mother is active and clawed like a nix-hound, yet she is the holiest of those that reclaim their days.
The Son is myself, Vehk, and I am unto three, six, nine, and the rest that come after, glorious and sympathetic, without borders, utmost in the perfections of this world and the others, sword and symbol, pale like gold.
There is a fourth kind of philosophy that uses nothing but disbelief.
For by the sword I mean the sensible.
For by the word I mean the dead.
I am Vehk, your protector and the protector of Red Mountain until the end of days, which are numbered 3333.
Below me is the savage, which we needed to remove ourselves from the Altmer.
Above me is a challenge, which bathes itself in fire and the essence of a god.
Through me you are desired, unlike the prophets that have borne your name before.
Six are the walking ways, from enigma to enemy to teacher.
Boethiah and Azura are the principles of the universal plot, which is begetting, which is creation, and Mephala makes of it an art form.
For by the sword I mean the first night.
For by the word I mean the dead.
There will be a splendor in your name when it is said to be true.
Six are the guardians of Veloth, three before and they are born again, and they will test you until you have the proper tendencies of the hero.
There is a world that is sleeping and you must guard against it.
For by the sword I mean the dual nature.
For by the word I mean animal life.
For by the sword I mean preceded by a sigh.
For by the word I mean preceded by a wolf.
The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.
Grulmar was sitting on a stump of a burned tree that was most likely hit by one of the showers of burning rocks that Red Mountain spat out of its throat, showering the beach where he was now. Wait, is it really a throat? What if it's...The Orc then shook his head. Sick thoughts, Grulmar. Not good. Instead, he focused on the book in his hands and sighed when Maaahtiii few steps away from him let out another gleeful sound and then fell flat upon the ground.
“Wheeeeeeee,” the Riekling cheered, rolling on his back and raising his legs to the air. Grulmar just shook his head. Small miracle he didn't break anythin' yet.
He looked at the mushroom tower some distance behind him and then lifted the book again.
The Philosophy of Stealth
By the Red Asp, Hallin's Stand
It may seems obvious, but the key to practical invisibility is to be not-seen. What does it mean to be not-seen? Let us turn this around and ask: what does it mean to be seen?
To be seen means that the visible object has somehow attracted the attention of the viewer. Most of the time, you can count on a target's vision to slide across nineteen out of twenty objects without really seeing them, because to the target they simply make up part of the general background of his or her surroundings.
To be not-seen, you must become part of this general background. Lose your individuality and become an integral part of your surroundings. In this way, you may wear the cloak of shadows even upon the salt flats at noon.
Hmm, Grulmar murmured in his mind, thinking about what he just read. Invisibility spells were out of his reach for some reason, but he already had experience with hiding. People always believed that thieves were skulking in the shadows, becoming part of them, being invisible, but that was utter horseshit. It was all about being silent and not being seen - but what does that mean? Simple. Just hide out of someone's line of sight. That's pretty much it. But as this book says, it's also about becomin' part of the background.
So in theory, he should be able to recreate the effects of invisibility through the more subtle practices of the Illusion school. Bending light and shadow was extremely difficult for him, but if he could “fool” the target's mind to focus on things other than him…
If ya make yerself uninterestin', it should work. But if ya make somethin' even more interestin' at the same time ya could slip right under someone's nose.
The Riekling then whispered something under his breath and came running towards Grulmar, jumping around him in excitement. “Moaaaarrrr. Tiiiiifoooo.”
“What?” Grulmar raised his eyebrows. Sometimes it was really hard to find the difference between Riekling words and common words pronounced in the Riekling way of speaking. “Moaaarrr?” he repeated and the Riekling vigorously nodded, but Grulmar still didn't understand. Maaahtiii then extended his arms and began whirling around and then the Orc finally understood.
“More?” he asked. “That's what ya want? More spinnin'?”
“Wheeeeeee,” Maaahtiii cheered and Grulmar shook his head, chuckling under his breath.
“Fine, as ya want.” He pulled on the magicka, drawing it to himself and then he reached towards the Riekling, imagining the feeling of heights and then imprinting it into Maaahtiii's mind.
“Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” the Riekling cried happily as his head began spinning, and he began whirling around, stumbling over his own feet, but giggling all the while.
Grulmar couldn't help his own chuckling. “How little someone sometimes needs for happiness,” he murmured and then noticed the Riekling was about to reach a broken twig on the ground. “Watch yer feet-” he said but the Riekling already stumbled over it, falling right on his face. The Orc was about to get up, when Maaahtiii jumped back on his feet, laughing like crazy and Grulmar just shook his head in disbelief.
“What happened to him?” he heard Talvas from behind and turned to see the Dunmer walking from the edge of the beach towards them. The Dunmer's eyes were fixed on the Riekling with curiosity and Grulmar just waved his hand in dismissal.
“Just suffering from the extreme effects of a concussion, fear of heights and overall disorientation.” He tilted his head when he saw Maaahtiii bump into a tree, only to laugh it off. Grulmar's tongue licked the tip of his broken tusk in thought. “Maybe even some kind of mania, I think.”
The Dunmer shook his head in disbelief and stopped next to Grulmar, both of them now watching the Riekling. “And how exactly did all that happen to him?”
Grulmar looked at him, knowing that his eye muscles were twitching. “Isn't it obvious? I cast a spell on him.” He smirked at Talvas and then snorted. “Here comes the part where ya bow to me and acknowledge me as yer superior in knowledge and power.”
The Dunmer laughed out loud. “Sure, sure,” he wiped tears out of the corner of his eyes. “Not sure why I'm laughing so much. Oh wait, might be because of that thing you call sense of humor. It's so...ridiculous.”
“So ya don't want to know how I did that?” the Orc grinned, challenging the Dunmer. He was perfectly aware that Illusion wasn't Talvas's specialty and that this spell wasn't commonly found in grimoires. He was quite proud of himself for putting that spell together, but he couldn't boast about it too much. Or maybe I should. That's what Telvanni do, right? Oh, hey, I know what else Telvanni do.
Talvas narrowed his eyes, watching Maaahtiii whirl around like dirt in a bucket and a frown clawed its way to his face while he thought about it. “What's the catch? Will I have to call you “the better apprentice” or something?”
“Nah, nothin' like that. I already know I'm better,” Grulmar rose to his feet, smirking. “So do you want to know?”
“Yeah, sure,” the Dunmer shrugged, trying to sound like he didn't care about that much, but Grulmar was able to see through that facade. He could see that the Dunmer was very excited about the prospect of the new spell.
“Alright. It's actually quite easy. Do ya fear heights? Like, when ya climb really high and look down ya get the spins in yer head?”
“Ehm...no?”
Grulmar nodded to himself, trying to suppress his own excitement. “Well, I do. That's why this spell was so easy for me. First ya have to know how that feels to recreate it. So with that said…” He reached for the magicka and then cast a spell on Talvas, breaching his feeble mental defenses to project the image of a great height as well as the feeling that comes with a fear of heights. Talvas suddenly reeled, his hand reaching for something to grab, to keep himself straight. Grulmar knew precisely how he felt. As if the whole world suddenly started shakin' and twistin', turnin' upside down and then quickly back, yer knees barely able to carry ya. Yup.
The Orc grinned at the Dunmer who managed to grab the stump of a tree and was clinging to it like a whirlwind was trying to lift him off the ground, breathing heavily, his face covered in sweat. “So...this is how Telvanni do it, right?” Grulmar ask nonchalantly.
“Shit!” Talvas growled, still catching his breath.
“Sheeeeeeeeet!” Maaahtiii echoed joyfully and Grulmar laughed.
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Oh... is that all? lol