[WIP] Skyrim Fan Created Lore Books Mod

[BootySweat]

[WIP] Fan Created Lore Books Mod

We are holding a contest for TES fans to write their own in-game lore books.

If you have an idea, please feel free to post your in-game book submission here: http://forums.bethsoft.com/index.php?/topic/1204568-wip-fan-created-in-game-books-mod/

Once we receive enough submissions we will allow everyone to vote for their favorites and the top 20 or 30 books will be added to a mod, to be made available for download after the Creation Kit is released. No specific rules, just try to think of something you might like to find as an in-game book. It can be in the form of a book, journal entries, letters, missives, etc

If anyone would like some inspiration, here are a few links to view all of the lore books from previous TES games:

Lore Books sorted by Subject

Lore Books by Title (Morrowind)

Lore Books by Title (Oblivion)

Edited August 1, 2011 by BootySweat

[Lady_Nerevar]

Hm, it's technically lore, and technically a book, but also a giant in-joke that all of 5 people will understand. Minor profanity (s**t).

Darmarukharavaya

Of the birth of Her and His prophet, Maa Ugh, named Marukh in the present day.

This folktale is believed to have originated among peasants during the early years of the Alessian Order. Surviving documents from this era make mention of it, but the transcription below relies chiefly on the oral record Merzli, a small but prolific colony of Alessian believers in southern Colovia. The following visiograph is but a poor copy of the majesty this tale held in the Order’s heyday.

Respectfully submitted,

Septimus Hatalius,

Paleoanthrohistorian

Our story begins deep in the jungle-wood of old Valen-wood, where an old Imga woman was walking.

So old was she that her pelt was gray and her teats hung past her knees (that is when she did not tie them in a bow to keep them from getting in the way). Weary as she was of life that she sat by a tree and resolved to die. Now high, high, high on this tree there was a nest of Stavii birds, all green and blue, and in their nest there were nine eggs. Eight were like the birds, blue and green and speckled with the image of un-stars, but the ninth was big and brown and covered in coarse hairs. For you see it was no egg at all, but a coconut! The birds had found it far, far to the north, and carried it back to their nest in tandem (they knew there was an image in it). They cared for it like an egg until the day that the old Imga sat by their tree.

The papa bird looked at the old Imga and said - holy s**t look at those milk bags! The eight eggs were so shocked by the language of their father that they hatched though they were not yet ready. When they opened their eyes they saw the coconut and decided that it was different, and therefore wrong, and were jealous of the attention their parents had given it. They decided to push it out the nest. So they did, and down down down flew the coconut until it landed right on the old Imga’s head and cracked in twain widthwise.

The image in the coconut looked into the thoughts of the head upon which it landed, saw the old Imga’s desire for a son, and came out as such, fully grown, pelt painted and braided (except where it was shaved), hands held in the boon-bestowing-fear-assuaging posture. The Imga, seeing her wish for a son granted and her sole purpose in life fulfilled, summarily died, but not before telling her son the Truth she saw in his coming: [here the storyteller chants the syllables NUM-II-NIIT for as long as it takes the audience to grow tired, ten minutes at the very least. I have been told that this ‘song’ means her words have been stricken from the universal record, and may only be read in the Elder Scroll which records them.]

Seeing his flesh mother dead, the ape-that-would-be-Marukh of course did what any son would do: he knelt down beside her and with his two middle fingers parted skin and flesh to expose white bone. Of this bone he carved a mask of his spirit mother, the Ales, with his own tooth, and when after 1008 days it was completed he donned it and saw through Her eyes the truth of Him.

And he proclaimed in Her voice ALES IS COME, and rend unto his flesh the blood-diamond heart of old Cyrod, the numinous manifesto of suffering guerdoned in an earlier life.

And thus was Marukh born, though he had been born before.

[BootySweat]

Wow, that was intense!

And a brilliant origin for such an iconic prophet. How do you envision he spent his days during his youth after the death of his flesh mother?

When you say that he had been "born before," is this referred to in the lore? Is he a sort of prophet who is reborn from time to time to lead men in a new direction?

[Lady_Nerevar]

When you say that he had been "born before," is this referred to in the lore? Is he a sort of prophet who is reborn from time to time to lead men in a new direction?

I was using it to mean his spiritual birth (putting on the mask of Ales) rather than his physical birth (out of a coconut).

I've not really thought about what he did after, though I will eventually (been developing the Alessians lately). The Darmarukharavaya was created in one night in response to a list of obscure text cliches MK and I came up with as a joke. I basically tried to use as many of them in one text as I could, and then added copious amounts of references to pop culture and my own life.