Blah, it´s been so long since I left Orsinium or even wrote a journal... but that damn female was getting so annoying! New Curator of House of Orsimer Glories. Curator my arse. She and her irritating urge to keep everything in perfect order...even Jyggalag´s Forces of Order are more pleasant to talk with than her.
We sent a word that Orsinium is rebuilding again and with it House of Orsimer Glories. Many adventurers and scholars answered our call and promised new books to our empty library. But Malacath strike me down if I´ll by sitting on my arse, waiting for those books, with that tusking female around. No way. So I got my tusks out as quickly as possible, setting off to Skyrim.
I feel the adventure is ahead...and I´m so thirsty…
Name: Urzus gro-Duruk
Aliases: The Librarian, The Warlock , Mad Orc
Sex: Male
Race: Orsimer/Vampire
Birthsign: Ritual
Class: Conjurer
Skills: Conjuration, Restoration, Alteration, Destruction
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Title: Curator of House of Orsimer Glories, The Warlock of Orsinium
Age: 224
Skin Tone: Light grey-green, often described as “deathly pale” for an Orc
Height: 191cm
Weight: 105kg
Build: Chest as big as a barrel of Orsimer ale, arms wide as altmeri waist, legs like two very old oaks
Eyes: Orange-yellow
Hair: Clean shaved head, except for long braid at the back of his head, long beard, all grey
Apparel: Urzus is always wearing black robes, sometimes red cloak is wrapped around his shoulders. Boots are of fine leather, and there is always a orichalcum dagger on his belt.
Scars: Urzus´s face and whole body is covered with many scars from his early years as warrior fighting for Orsinium
Just this afternoon I tried to remember my childhood and found out it is much more difficult that I expected. You would think that no matter what, you would remember your early years, but being so old can sometimes...make old things a blur.
I do remember I was born in Nova Orsinium. Born and raised there. My father was originaly from stronghold and my mother was a city Orc. I remember her smell, she always smelled of metal and smoke from working the forge all day, but I just can´t recall her face. Her hair. It is just...blur.
My father wanted me to be a warrior, but I do remember I was drawn in other way, reading books all day. I was considering joining the Trinimac cult, but then House of Orsimer Glories was opened and I my parents found me there of all places more than anywhere else. Curator of the Museum during that time was one of the oldest Orcs I´ve ever seen, Merash gro-Durol. He took me as his apprentice, of sorts. There wasn´t that much work in there, but it was place I loved. With books of all kinds, treasures of our ancestors and even artifacts of immense power. He thought me everything he knew and I learned, from literature, history to magic.
But then...Bretons and Redguards came. Again. And they burned down Orsinium, House of Orsimer Glories with it. Again. I was one of those I was one of those refugees that Seventh and Fifteenth Imperial Legions escorted to Skyrim, repelling Bretons and Redguards all the way there.
And there, during that bloody and miserable journey to Skyrim, I realized that it won´t never change. Unless there is a change. I was angry, I was young, impulsive. And maybe I was even right, hard to say now. But it was me who stopped the Redguard contigent breathing on our necks. I started raising their dead, turning them against them. And everyone knows that for Redguards, their dead are sacred.
I wandered for several years, growing older by each day and I realized I don´t want to die. Not until I see Orsinium and Orsimer proud and tall, being accepted and respected, with Bretons and Redguards turned to dust. I started experimenting with undead, all kinds of them. And eventually, I became one of them. Because I wasn´t prepared to die.
And then another Orsinium was built again and I showed up on its doors, opening new House of Orsimer Glories. And it was destroyed again. And then again. But I still lived.
And now, there is another Orsinium. And I am its Warlock. Again.
The Curator of House of Orsimer Glories
Praise Trinimac! You will be delighted to hear that while you have been away I have taken the opportunity to rearrange everything and give the House of Orsimer Glories a long overdue spring clean. I have now arranged the books in our library in both alphabetical order and grouped by subject. Now, one can find legends and fables as far away from actual historical texts as one could possibly wish. I have not touched the top shelf, though. What you keep up there is not fit for our library in any way, shape or form. You should be ashamed!
In addition, I have polished and labelled all our antiques and relics, grouped them by date too. So now one can find items from the Neo-Strife Era far removed from items from the the Late Alessian Period. How exciting, isn't it? You will barely recognise the place upon your return.
However, it is my solemn duty to also report that we suffered a small breakage. I am not entirely sure how it occurred but I am afraid your favourite mug is beyond repair. I suspect it was knocked to the floor by wind from that draughty old window I have asked you to repair so often. Really, Urzus, you only have yourself to blame. I swear, the fact I detested that horrible old cup is purely coincidental.
Now the good news has been delivered, I wish to take this opportunity to chatter for a while. As nice as it has been to get some peace and quiet away from your relentless belly-aching, I find myself missing your taciturn company. As I know how much you enjoy my voice and by now must be feeling very lonely, I thought you might like to hear from your best friend. So what should we talk about? Ooh, I know! Books! Urzus remind me, what is your favourite book? If you say that gods be damned awful Lusty Argonian Seamstress, I swear by Trinimac that I will never polish your tusk again. Honestly, you need to keep those old gnashers in better condition. Tuskless males are not as socially acceptable as tuskless females. Why is that, by the way?
Also, what is Skyrim like? Have you heard any interesting legends and myths? I figured you would probably be frequenting numerous taverns and the like, perhaps you have heard a few faintly entertaining bard's tales? You know how I hate the performing arts, all that noise and vulgarity is frankly too much. Yet I do enjoy an outlandish tale now and then. Which reminds me, what story of romance and dashing gallantry by handsome knights most stirs you? Do you even have a favourite?
I have heard that Skyrim is a place steeped in magic. I don't like magic, as well you know, but items of an enchanted nature have always interested me. You know how fond I am of the Dwemer vibrating egg. What a delightful children's toy! I am surprised the Old Ones even bothered inventing such a device as it serves no practical function whatsoever. Regardless, if you could own any legendary artefact rumoured by liars and braggarts to still reside in the cold wilderness, which would you choose? I know you enjoy such whimsical questions. Remember our delightful chat in which I posed to you the question, "who would win in a fight between the legendary Aelberon of Dusk and Decimus the Goldpact Knight ?" You enjoyed every moment of it so don't give me your usual grumbling facade.
Alas, there is a speck of dust on your old helmet. I must polish it for you as I know how much satisfaction you get from that. Nobody likes a dirty helmet, now, do they?
Keep safe my friend. May Trinimac guide you.
Yours with love,
Lora gra-Bushsnak.
Plague take you, female....
Malacath's armpit! Why do you have to still haunt me, female? If you haven't figured it out, I left for Skyrim because of you and your tusking order! Who gives a tusk if legends and fables are right next to history?! I don't. And don't you dare to even touch anything in that top shelf. Those are journals of my experiments, so if I find out you "misplaced" even one of those, you'll be my next test subject. Progress requires experimentation...
As for my favourite mug...We'll talk about it once I return. IF I return! But for all it's worth...I hope my scamps made your day as miserable as possible...trying to gouge your eyes and eat your tongue! As for my favourite book...you very well know what it is. You tried to burn the Commentaries several times, that is why I placed several enchantments on those to extinguish every fire that comes anywhere close to them. I know you think Mankar Camoran was crazy, but there are so many things he was right. Mark my words, one day I'll find a proof that Lorkhan Ae Daedroth and Nirn is just another plane of Oblivion.
And don't get me started in legends. These Nords are as superstitious as those Redguard tuskers. Dragons, men absorbing souls of dragons and dragon that will eat the world...stupid Nords. As for romance...let the romance burn. There's no place for it in this world. It begins to iritate me that no matter what I say to you it goes in through one ear and out through the other. I will just hope that seeing this you'll finally remember it. As I told you many times, I'm looking for Necromacer's Amulet and I feel it in my bones it's somewhere here, in Skyrim.
Don't start about that chat again. I know you are secretly in love with that big dumb Altmer who slayed some Bat, so there's no point in telling you that Decimus Merotim would beat the shit out of him. And I warn you! Don't touch that helm. It's the famous Bloodworm Helmet and if you touch it...Malacath knows what you could awaken. But if you do...I hope it sucks the brain out of your skull. If it ever finds it there...
With absolutely no respect, only annoyance,
Urzus the Warlock.
Oh Urzus, it warms my heart to know you are safe and happy and have been missing me so much. Please my friend, be assured we will be reunited again soon. Our generous contributors have been so busy, books and summaries arrive every day. Each one is a delightful gift and we even had one arrive wrapped up in lovely pink paper! You would have loved it. I have kept the paper and folded it neatly, it is on your desk waiting for your return.
I do so look forward to telling you all the Orsinium news. Did you know the gro-Domph lad has proposed to young gra-Usnip in Imperial style? How romantic, don't you think? He brought her the severed head of an Echatere bull as an engagement gift.
You really should get those scamps under control, though. I am this close to writing to daedric pest control to solve the problem once and for all. They are so mean to me. Their pathetic attempts at violence don't phase me, but the names they call me are so hurtful! Can't you keep nicer pets, like pocket mammoths or something? They would smell better at least.
Really, though Urzus, I am disappointed in you. All that Mankar Camoran business. I thought you had gotten over that phase and admitted your error. In fact I distinctly remember you saying you had made a terrible mistake. I did wonder why the books were not burning, though. Thank you for that information. Oh well, you will now find the Commentaries filed under "Folktales from the Uriellian Epoch."
I did not know Nords were so superstitious, though. What's all this nonsense about dragons and souls? I really look forward to hearing all about it! Maybe you could write a book on the subject? It could be kept next to the Commentaries. Ahh, but that would mean I would need to change the cataloguing system... I will think on this.
The Necromancer's Amulet? Why would you want such a ghastly thing? I know you like your young adult fiction but come on now! Necromancy is not big and it's not clever. Honestly, you and your phases. I wonder what will be next, lichdom?
As for romance, I am sorry you take such a bleak view on it. Whoever she was she must have broken your heart terribly. You poor Orc, maybe you will meet a female Aelberon of Dusk who will sweep you off your feet and slay your demons for you. Don't lose hope my friend, love still exists in the world.
In the meantime, thank you for your reply but I must go now, there is another delivery at the door. I wonder what it could be...
Trinimac protect you.
Your friend,
Lora gra-Bushsnak.
I have to say, I didn´t expect Skyrim would bear so much treasure. I finally found Amulet of Necromacer, after so long! So mad amateur in Windhelm was carrying it, using it to ressurect his dead wife. He was killing women in Windhelm, calling himself the Butcher of Windhelm, taking their body parts and organs for his experiments. When I caught his scent I immediately know this is a work of the Amulet. So I caught him and butchered him, taking what was meant to be mine right from the start.
It wasn´t long after that I ran into bunch of Vampires calling themselves Volkihar. Their leader was mumbling something ending the Tyranny of the Sun. End my arse... But the fact they wanted to use the Elder Scrolls for that got my interest. According to them there are three Elder Scrolls in Skyrim. Three! I couldn´t let this opportunity slip between my fingers. Screw their Tyranny of the Sun, just imagine what Orsinium could achieve if it housed three Elder Scrolls!
While hunting down the Scrolls, I accidentaly found myself on the island of Solstheim, meeting with an old friend of mine. Neloth of Great House Telvanni. The old tusker is still same mad moron he always was, but he stumbled on a book written by Hermaeus Mora himself. And that is another opportunity I couldn´t miss. Mora´s Black Books housed in the House of Orsimer Glories! I can already see all the visitors coming just to see these artifacts!
***
I have located all three scrolls and that Vampire girl convinced me to use them to locate the Auri-El´s bow. I was reluctant at first, but then I realised that that bow would be absolutely amazing addition to the collection of House of Orsimer Glories. We set out to place called Forgotten Vale - evidently one of the last bastions of Snow Elves. I even met one who called himself "Knight-Paladin Gelebor" and for few seconds I was stunned by his appearance. But it passed rather quickly when I realized really isn´t a difference between him and Altmer, beside the pale skin.
While I was scouting Forgotten Vale I came across a shield, of very old Elven craftsmanship. Gelebor tried to convince me it was Auri-El´s Shield, very powerful artifact that was in possession of Chantry of Auri-El in Forgotten Vale for a very long time. Yet for some reason, I have to doubt his words. I mean, Auri-El was famed to be an archer. What use he would have for a shield? I know someone else who was using a sword and who would benefit from this shield more than the King. The Warrior. Trinimac. Even these days you might hear some Altmer or Orsimer utter a curse "By Trinimac´s Blade!" And isn´t every Malacath´s statue portraying him wielding a blade? Yes, big two handed blade, but Malacath isn´t what he was. He can be seen as lesser, comparing to his previous state. It is an interesting thought.
Blah, it´s been so long since I left Orsinium or even wrote a journal... but that damn female was getting so annoying! New Curator of House of Orsimer Glories. Curator my arse. She and her irritating urge to keep everything in perfect order...even Jyggalag´s Forces of Order are more pleasant to talk with than her.
We sent a word that Orsinium is rebuilding again and with it House of Orsimer Glories. Many adventurers and scholars answered our call and promised new books to our empty library. But Malacath strike me down if I´ll by sitting on my arse, waiting for those books, with that tusking female around. No way. So I got my tusks out as quickly as possible, setting off to Skyrim.
I feel the adventure is ahead...and I´m so thirsty…
Name: Urzus gro-Duruk
Aliases: The Librarian, The Warlock , Mad Orc
Sex: Male
Race: Orsimer/Vampire
Birthsign: Ritual
Class: Conjurer
Skills: Conjuration, Restoration, Alteration, Destruction
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Title: Curator of House of Orsimer Glories, The Warlock of Orsinium
Age: 224
Skin Tone: Light grey-green, often described as “deathly pale” for an Orc
Height: 191cm
Weight: 105kg
Build: Chest as big as a barrel of Orsimer ale, arms wide as altmeri waist, legs like two very old oaks
Eyes: Orange-yellow
Hair: Clean shaved head, except for long braid at the back of his head, long beard, all grey
Apparel: Urzus is always wearing black robes, sometimes red cloak is wrapped around his shoulders. Boots are of fine leather, and there is always a orichalcum dagger on his belt.
Scars: Urzus´s face and whole body is covered with many scars from his early years as warrior fighting for Orsinium
Just this afternoon I tried to remember my childhood and found out it is much more difficult that I expected. You would think that no matter what, you would remember your early years, but being so old can sometimes...make old things a blur.
I do remember I was born in Nova Orsinium. Born and raised there. My father was originaly from stronghold and my mother was a city Orc. I remember her smell, she always smelled of metal and smoke from working the forge all day, but I just can´t recall her face. Her hair. It is just...blur.
My father wanted me to be a warrior, but I do remember I was drawn in other way, reading books all day. I was considering joining the Trinimac cult, but then House of Orsimer Glories was opened and I my parents found me there of all places more than anywhere else. Curator of the Museum during that time was one of the oldest Orcs I´ve ever seen, Merash gro-Durol. He took me as his apprentice, of sorts. There wasn´t that much work in there, but it was place I loved. With books of all kinds, treasures of our ancestors and even artifacts of immense power. He thought me everything he knew and I learned, from literature, history to magic.
But then...Bretons and Redguards came. Again. And they burned down Orsinium, House of Orsimer Glories with it. Again. I was one of those I was one of those refugees that Seventh and Fifteenth Imperial Legions escorted to Skyrim, repelling Bretons and Redguards all the way there.
And there, during that bloody and miserable journey to Skyrim, I realized that it won´t never change. Unless there is a change. I was angry, I was young, impulsive. And maybe I was even right, hard to say now. But it was me who stopped the Redguard contigent breathing on our necks. I started raising their dead, turning them against them. And everyone knows that for Redguards, their dead are sacred.
I wandered for several years, growing older by each day and I realized I don´t want to die. Not until I see Orsinium and Orsimer proud and tall, being accepted and respected, with Bretons and Redguards turned to dust. I started experimenting with undead, all kinds of them. And eventually, I became one of them. Because I wasn´t prepared to die.
And then another Orsinium was built again and I showed up on its doors, opening new House of Orsimer Glories. And it was destroyed again. And then again. But I still lived.
And now, there is another Orsinium. And I am its Warlock. Again.
The Curator of House of Orsimer Glories
Praise Trinimac! You will be delighted to hear that while you have been away I have taken the opportunity to rearrange everything and give the House of Orsimer Glories a long overdue spring clean. I have now arranged the books in our library in both alphabetical order and grouped by subject. Now, one can find legends and fables as far away from actual historical texts as one could possibly wish. I have not touched the top shelf, though. What you keep up there is not fit for our library in any way, shape or form. You should be ashamed!
In addition, I have polished and labelled all our antiques and relics, grouped them by date too. So now one can find items from the Neo-Strife Era far removed from items from the the Late Alessian Period. How exciting, isn't it? You will barely recognise the place upon your return.
However, it is my solemn duty to also report that we suffered a small breakage. I am not entirely sure how it occurred but I am afraid your favourite mug is beyond repair. I suspect it was knocked to the floor by wind from that draughty old window I have asked you to repair so often. Really, Urzus, you only have yourself to blame. I swear, the fact I detested that horrible old cup is purely coincidental.
Now the good news has been delivered, I wish to take this opportunity to chatter for a while. As nice as it has been to get some peace and quiet away from your relentless belly-aching, I find myself missing your taciturn company. As I know how much you enjoy my voice and by now must be feeling very lonely, I thought you might like to hear from your best friend. So what should we talk about? Ooh, I know! Books! Urzus remind me, what is your favourite book? If you say that gods be damned awful Lusty Argonian Seamstress, I swear by Trinimac that I will never polish your tusk again. Honestly, you need to keep those old gnashers in better condition. Tuskless males are not as socially acceptable as tuskless females. Why is that, by the way?
Also, what is Skyrim like? Have you heard any interesting legends and myths? I figured you would probably be frequenting numerous taverns and the like, perhaps you have heard a few faintly entertaining bard's tales? You know how I hate the performing arts, all that noise and vulgarity is frankly too much. Yet I do enjoy an outlandish tale now and then. Which reminds me, what story of romance and dashing gallantry by handsome knights most stirs you? Do you even have a favourite?
I have heard that Skyrim is a place steeped in magic. I don't like magic, as well you know, but items of an enchanted nature have always interested me. You know how fond I am of the Dwemer vibrating egg. What a delightful children's toy! I am surprised the Old Ones even bothered inventing such a device as it serves no practical function whatsoever. Regardless, if you could own any legendary artefact rumoured by liars and braggarts to still reside in the cold wilderness, which would you choose? I know you enjoy such whimsical questions. Remember our delightful chat in which I posed to you the question, "who would win in a fight between the legendary Aelberon of Dusk and Decimus the Goldpact Knight ?" You enjoyed every moment of it so don't give me your usual grumbling facade.
Alas, there is a speck of dust on your old helmet. I must polish it for you as I know how much satisfaction you get from that. Nobody likes a dirty helmet, now, do they?
Keep safe my friend. May Trinimac guide you.
Yours with love,
Lora gra-Bushsnak.
Plague take you, female....
Malacath's armpit! Why do you have to still haunt me, female? If you haven't figured it out, I left for Skyrim because of you and your tusking order! Who gives a tusk if legends and fables are right next to history?! I don't. And don't you dare to even touch anything in that top shelf. Those are journals of my experiments, so if I find out you "misplaced" even one of those, you'll be my next test subject. Progress requires experimentation...
As for my favourite mug...We'll talk about it once I return. IF I return! But for all it's worth...I hope my scamps made your day as miserable as possible...trying to gouge your eyes and eat your tongue! As for my favourite book...you very well know what it is. You tried to burn the Commentaries several times, that is why I placed several enchantments on those to extinguish every fire that comes anywhere close to them. I know you think Mankar Camoran was crazy, but there are so many things he was right. Mark my words, one day I'll find a proof that Lorkhan Ae Daedroth and Nirn is just another plane of Oblivion.
And don't get me started in legends. These Nords are as superstitious as those Redguard tuskers. Dragons, men absorbing souls of dragons and dragon that will eat the world...stupid Nords. As for romance...let the romance burn. There's no place for it in this world. It begins to iritate me that no matter what I say to you it goes in through one ear and out through the other. I will just hope that seeing this you'll finally remember it. As I told you many times, I'm looking for Necromacer's Amulet and I feel it in my bones it's somewhere here, in Skyrim.
Don't start about that chat again. I know you are secretly in love with that big dumb Altmer who slayed some Bat, so there's no point in telling you that Decimus Merotim would beat the shit out of him. And I warn you! Don't touch that helm. It's the famous Bloodworm Helmet and if you touch it...Malacath knows what you could awaken. But if you do...I hope it sucks the brain out of your skull. If it ever finds it there...
With absolutely no respect, only annoyance,
Urzus the Warlock.
Oh Urzus, it warms my heart to know you are safe and happy and have been missing me so much. Please my friend, be assured we will be reunited again soon. Our generous contributors have been so busy, books and summaries arrive every day. Each one is a delightful gift and we even had one arrive wrapped up in lovely pink paper! You would have loved it. I have kept the paper and folded it neatly, it is on your desk waiting for your return.
I do so look forward to telling you all the Orsinium news. Did you know the gro-Domph lad has proposed to young gra-Usnip in Imperial style? How romantic, don't you think? He brought her the severed head of an Echatere bull as an engagement gift.
You really should get those scamps under control, though. I am this close to writing to daedric pest control to solve the problem once and for all. They are so mean to me. Their pathetic attempts at violence don't phase me, but the names they call me are so hurtful! Can't you keep nicer pets, like pocket mammoths or something? They would smell better at least.
Really, though Urzus, I am disappointed in you. All that Mankar Camoran business. I thought you had gotten over that phase and admitted your error. In fact I distinctly remember you saying you had made a terrible mistake. I did wonder why the books were not burning, though. Thank you for that information. Oh well, you will now find the Commentaries filed under "Folktales from the Uriellian Epoch."
I did not know Nords were so superstitious, though. What's all this nonsense about dragons and souls? I really look forward to hearing all about it! Maybe you could write a book on the subject? It could be kept next to the Commentaries. Ahh, but that would mean I would need to change the cataloguing system... I will think on this.
The Necromancer's Amulet? Why would you want such a ghastly thing? I know you like your young adult fiction but come on now! Necromancy is not big and it's not clever. Honestly, you and your phases. I wonder what will be next, lichdom?
As for romance, I am sorry you take such a bleak view on it. Whoever she was she must have broken your heart terribly. You poor Orc, maybe you will meet a female Aelberon of Dusk who will sweep you off your feet and slay your demons for you. Don't lose hope my friend, love still exists in the world.
In the meantime, thank you for your reply but I must go now, there is another delivery at the door. I wonder what it could be...
Trinimac protect you.
Your friend,
Lora gra-Bushsnak.
I have to say, I didn´t expect Skyrim would bear so much treasure. I finally found Amulet of Necromacer, after so long! So mad amateur in Windhelm was carrying it, using it to ressurect his dead wife. He was killing women in Windhelm, calling himself the Butcher of Windhelm, taking their body parts and organs for his experiments. When I caught his scent I immediately know this is a work of the Amulet. So I caught him and butchered him, taking what was meant to be mine right from the start.
It wasn´t long after that I ran into bunch of Vampires calling themselves Volkihar. Their leader was mumbling something ending the Tyranny of the Sun. End my arse... But the fact they wanted to use the Elder Scrolls for that got my interest. According to them there are three Elder Scrolls in Skyrim. Three! I couldn´t let this opportunity slip between my fingers. Screw their Tyranny of the Sun, just imagine what Orsinium could achieve if it housed three Elder Scrolls!
While hunting down the Scrolls, I accidentaly found myself on the island of Solstheim, meeting with an old friend of mine. Neloth of Great House Telvanni. The old tusker is still same mad moron he always was, but he stumbled on a book written by Hermaeus Mora himself. And that is another opportunity I couldn´t miss. Mora´s Black Books housed in the House of Orsimer Glories! I can already see all the visitors coming just to see these artifacts!
***
I have located all three scrolls and that Vampire girl convinced me to use them to locate the Auri-El´s bow. I was reluctant at first, but then I realised that that bow would be absolutely amazing addition to the collection of House of Orsimer Glories. We set out to place called Forgotten Vale - evidently one of the last bastions of Snow Elves. I even met one who called himself "Knight-Paladin Gelebor" and for few seconds I was stunned by his appearance. But it passed rather quickly when I realized really isn´t a difference between him and Altmer, beside the pale skin.
While I was scouting Forgotten Vale I came across a shield, of very old Elven craftsmanship. Gelebor tried to convince me it was Auri-El´s Shield, very powerful artifact that was in possession of Chantry of Auri-El in Forgotten Vale for a very long time. Yet for some reason, I have to doubt his words. I mean, Auri-El was famed to be an archer. What use he would have for a shield? I know someone else who was using a sword and who would benefit from this shield more than the King. The Warrior. Trinimac. Even these days you might hear some Altmer or Orsimer utter a curse "By Trinimac´s Blade!" And isn´t every Malacath´s statue portraying him wielding a blade? Yes, big two handed blade, but Malacath isn´t what he was. He can be seen as lesser, comparing to his previous state. It is an interesting thought.
