#muatra

[woodsplinter]

Vivec scribbles for your troubles. You can almost see a side profile on the left side of pre-chimeral Vehk, unintentional but kind of nifty if I do say so myself.

[wellthebardsdead]

Lucien: Vivec- um- lord vivec? Vehk?

Vivec: *face hidden behind a mask and hood, hair long and braided hung like a scarf around his shoulders and heavy robes hiding the rest of his body* you can call me Vee if you’d like.

Lucien: Oh- I? Okay then, Vee. Is? Is it true that your spear is?

Vivec: Muatra? Yes.

Lucien: So it’s- Molag Bals, ehem.

Vivec: *takes it off his back and holds it out to him* Mhm.

Lucien: *staring at it and the dried skin texture in morbid fascination* And? You? And him? With that? Before you cut it off?

Vivec: yes. It was a lot softer before I mummified it… still, quite unpleasant though. But needless to say he was too afraid to mess around in morrowind after that, at least while I was there.

Lucien: I’d imagine s- wait- Serana didn’t you also?

Serana: Yep and I’m starting to regret not cutting it off myself.

Lucien: IT GREW BACK?!

[motrothi]

This freak

[truth-01001001-liar]

spooder

[adeadratiswatching]

Bestie you are missing the penis spear made from the cut off genitals of the god of rape because his husband got pissy and decided this was the best use of weapon to murder their children. Which he also named Milk Taker so do what you want with that information

blah blah Bethesda bad anyway

my favorite thing about Elder Scrolls is how goddamn fuckin weird it is

like on surface it's just some dnd game but like even a cursory glance shows tis fucking insane like:

The moons is the corpse of a god

the stars are actually holes in reality when alot of primordial spirits hated that mortals were becoming a thing and fucked off

The demon lord of forbidden knowledge/resident Cthulhu stand-in might also be the beta version of the entire fucking universe made sentient when it wasn't chosen to be the used reality

there are cat ppl that take the form of furrys, lions, or regular cats, so you can have a cursing Pirate legend whose an alcoholic & wanted in 5 countries but is also a like basic tabby cat

the wood elves are so pro-nature they're cannibals and also they murder vegetarians

Vampires came from the Lord of Rape doing well ya know

Werewolves came to exist bc the lord of hunt got bored and is a furry

sex is treated like a fucking ip copyright contract on what aspect of sex is happening and what god it's under. There's been many religious wars about this

The lizard ppl are part tree

the Dwarves all fucked off somewhere and disappeared bc they were so atheist they did math to break relativity and literally no one has any idea where they went God or mortal (except maybe Cthulhu and hes not telling)

Said Cthulhu stand-in treats hiding your grandma's secret cookie recipe & hiding a spell that would end the universe and slay a god the exact same and he will murder you for either

Everyone wants to fuck the Orcs but will never admit it and they got so bent out of shape that a demon god killed the og orc god, ate him, and shat him out bc she couldn't deal with everyone complimenting them all the time so now all Orcs are cursed to be hated but they're all still sexy & so is their god

And all this isnt even the tip of the iceberg

[jerek]

I'm learning to shift so I can call Vivec a theyfab

[wawhii]

I WANT TO SEE SOTHA SIL IN A MECHSUIT SO BAD. SO BAD.

[garzzum]

Vivec (and Muatra)

idk 💀

[retroactivebakeries]

Nerevar put away his axe, which he had at the ready, and frowned. "Why," he said, "did you ask me to come if you knew the eighth monster would give in so easily?"

Vivec looked at the Hortator for a long time.

Nerevar understood. "Do not betray your nature. Answer as you will."

Vivec said, "I brought you here because I knew the mightiest of my issue would succumb to Muatra without argument, if only I gave him consolation first."

Nerevar looked at Vivec for a long time.

Vivec understood. "Say the words, Hortator."

Nerevar said, "Beatboxing puppy."

Let this sermon be consolation to those who read it that are destined to die.

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

Sotha Sil, seeing Muatra for the first time: "WHAT THE FUCK, is that Molag's DICK?!"

[molags-balls]

Happy Mephala Monday! 🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️

8 arms and no muatra to jerk

[aladaylessecondblog]

Red Mountain Waffle House bs

Jiub checking every so often that he's still ace. today it's asking nerevar to strip

if whoretator's muatra doesn't do it nothing will

he's just like

holy shit how do you walk

[vrrl]

I can't stop drawing Vivec...

+my Muatra design 💦

[wellthebardsdead]

Fools Prayer Pt5

Part 4 here

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Vivec: head held high but posture relaxed and heart heavy as he’s paraded through the streets of Mournhold to the jeers and shrieks of the crowd gathering to mock him before his execution. His body and mind too tired to run, knowing no matter how far he’ll go he’s condemned regardless. In life his name holds no worth, and in death he’ll ascend to cold harbour as consort to the beast he’d promised himself to long ago. Too weakened to fully ascend to his own plain, too wrapped up in mortal affairs to have ever created one as his fellow tribunes once did. Stranded, hopeless and helpless to the whims of the very people he’d once served, and in doing so, condemned them from his actions as a pawn to mephalas whims.*

Dunmer woman: TRAITOR!!! *hurls a rotten yam at him as others fling rocks, rotten fruit and shit, their anger only growing as he barely shows any reaction and simply continues walking through the plaza until he reaches the gates to the temple where his fate awaits*

Dunmer man: OI! WHORE!!! *throws a half filled bottle striking him hard across the back of his head*

Vivec: *composure cracking like the shattering glass of the bottle against his skull as his eyes flash white and he staggers forward falling to his hands and knees* ngh- *moves to push himself back up*

*CRACK!*

Vivec: *unable to stop the pained scream from escaping his throat as the rough leather of a whip cracks hard against his back, immediately drawing blood* GAAAHHNNnn! *falls forward onto the ash covered stone as another lash strikes him, then another, and another, unable to fight, unable to retaliate, knowing it’d be futile in the end*

Sen Dres: *grinning darkly as he brings the whip down on him again* MOVE! Face your conviction with grace or crawl to the block like a dog!

Archmagister Vilinu Sadras: *trying to grab the whip from him not agreeing with this public display in the slightest* Grandmaster dres please see reason in your act-

Sen Dres: *snaps his gaze to him as his hand reaches for and grabs Vivec’s now short and choppy silver hair* Do you wish to join him?! And mark your entire house as traitors to the temple?! Because I will gladly take your head with his!

Archmaster Redoran: *now beginning to doubt his decision in partaking in this as well but holding his stance firm* Stand down archmagister sadras. *watches as sen dres pulls vivec up by his hair, the living god obeying his every pull with the little dignity he has left* He must die.

Archmagister Vilinu Sadras: *gritting his teeth knowing he’d be risking his houses place in the grand council by denying their wants* no. No I will not go against the hortators orders! *pushes past the guards and runs to the temple to fetch nerevar*

Sen Dres: *huffs* no matter. He’ll be gone by the time he arrives. His word holds no weight without our houses approval. *grips Vivec’s hair tighter threatening to rip it out as he leans over his shoulder* it is a shame to be throwing away a pretty thing like you-

Vivec: *jaw clenching as he turns his gaze back to him* I’d rather relive my marriage to Molag Bal than even for a moment humour the idea of you bedding me.

Sen Dres: *grin turning to a deep scowl as he throws vivec back to the ground and kicks him hard in the abdomen* Youd be lucky for me to even consider bedding you whore! *kicks him again as he gestures to the guards to drag him the rest of the way to the block where his executioner awaits, not with an Axe. But with muatra*

Vivec: *coughs and tries to curl in on himself as the councillors boot makes impact with him, the cheers of the crowd doing nothing to drown out the pain as they all desperately try to push their way into the gates to witness his death* id- *cough* be lucky if you’d have killed me at the gate- *grunts as the guards grab him by his arms and lift him just enough to drag him to the block and hold him against it, making sure all will see his exposed chest as his own spear rips his heart from his body*

Sen Dres: *stands before him and the crowd, smirking down at him with cruel eyes as he revels in the rush of over powering a god* any last words before the end? My ‘lord’?

Vivec: *ear twitching hearing footfalls from the temple steps behind him* last words?… *smiles* I’ll save them for later.

Sen Dres: what-

???: ENOUGH!!!!

Everyone: *falls deathly silent as nerevar steps into view, his golden armour glinting in the morning sun and his handsome face masked with unbridled rage as he rips his cape from himself and kicks one of the guards away from Vivec’s restrained form sending him tumbling down the platform* Unhand him this instant! *snarls at the other guards making them let go and back away, his anger alone being enough to put the fear of the gods into them, and his own ordinators doing the rest as they swarm the temple courtyard and begin pushing the crowds back* Vehk?… *kneels down slowly to the half dunmers side, his gaze softening as he takes in his exposed, filth covered form* Vivec?… *gently lays his cape over him to give him back some shred of modesty*

Vivec: *smile gone from his face, unable to meet his gaze as the immense guilt he’d carried for hundreds of years swells within him* …

Sen Dres: *knowing he’s truely in for it if he doesn’t attempt to save face* Your grace you need not waste your time on this disgusting fiend. He disrespects you even n- *falls back in shock as nerevars armoured hand strikes him hard and violently across the face* h-Hortator- I-

Nerevar: *glaring down at him with malice in his eyes as he reaches for his lance* You dare speak to me after what you’ve done?… you undermined my explicit orders. You conspired against my back with the archmaster- *gestures to archmaster redoran*

Archmaster Redoran: Y-your grace we were only acting in the best interest of our people! You decided to invite him here without the approval of our houses and-

???: The Hortator only needs your agreement in matters involving your houses and their place within the council.

Everyone: *looks back to see Archmagister Vilinu Sadras helping another, dunmer down the staircase. A dunmer older, and far more powerful than all of them, Divayth Fyr*

Divayth Fyr: *sighs as he finally reaches them, tapping his cane impatiently as he stands between them and nerevar with the aid of the younger councillor* and last I checked. All five houses must agree, if their decisions are to override that of our king. *glances at them, then down at vivec as the god barely clings to consciousness, or present reality as his guilt ridden heart sets his mind adrift in his memories* Vilinu. Will you take lord Vivec inside and have his restraints removed so he can be cleaned? Nerevar and I have a few choice words to be explained to the councillors. I believe they need to be refreshed on how, demotion to a lower rank, works.

Sen Dres: d-demotion? I- n-no-no! Please my lords! I’ve forgotten my place!! *crawls to them on his knees, grovelling at nerevars feet, the courtyard now silent beyond his loud pleas*

Nerevar: *kicks him away slightly before looking back at vivec and seeing not the god he’d become, but his mind recalling a scrawny young ruffian he’d taken in during his life as a caravan guard* … *looks back at the Vilinu* Archmagister if you could have him placed in comfortable accomodation too until I can see to him I’d appreciate it. He looks like he needs a rest.

Archmagister Vilinu Sadras: *nods nervously, knowing he’ll get a talking to for letting the other councillors bully him and for not coming to him sooner, but just glad to be avoiding greater punishment* y-yes my lords. *bows before hurrying to Vivec’s side and moving to lift him* my lord I’ve been asked to assist-

Sen Dres: *rubbing his face where nerevar kicked him, desperately trying to reach for him once more* m-my lord please! Mercy! Forgive me I only had our people’s best interest in mind- *looks past his legs to Vivec, his desperation leaping to stupidity yet again* l-lord Vivec! Please! Tell him I only meant well! Please forgive me!! *staggers forward on his knees to beg the god, whom he’d only just moments prior was ready to condemn to death, for mercy*

Vivec: *mind snapping back to the present as his arm lifts from the cape, summoning muatra from the executioners grasp into his own as he slowly floats up onto his feet, showing to them all the restraints never held any power over his magic as they would for an ordinary mer* Stay. *lowers the spear, pointing it at his neck* away from me…

[trickstarbrave]

could you elaborate (if you don't mind) on the reading the sermons with esoteric analysis techniques thing and how vivec always talks about his trauma? i havent really read the sermons myself but i think i have a good jist of it but the trauma thing is new to me (well, other than the big one in sermon 14)

im not exactly an expert but esoteric readings basically mean "reading between the lines". like subtext but to and extreme. the 36 sermons were designed with this in mind with references to and structure similar of real world occult texts along with encoded messages and the like

"muatra", vivec's spear, is an anagram (basically you rearrange the letters) of "trauma". weaponizing the pain he has gone through in the world to defend himself.

also take sermon 16 for example:

Nerevar said, 'Why are you doing this, milord?' Vivec said, 'To make room for the fire.' And the Hortator could see that Vivec was out of sorts, though not because of the impending new power to come. The golden warrior-poet had been exercising his Water Face as well, learned from the dreughs before he was born. Nerevar said, 'Is this to keep you from the fire?' Vivec said, 'It is so that I may see with truth. It, and my place here at the altar of Padhome in the house of False Thinking, serve so that I may see beyond my own secrets. The Water Face cannot lie. It comes from the ocean, which is too busy to think, much less lie. Moving water resembles truth by its trembling.'

there is a lot of information in this but we're gonna be focusing on 'the fire' here, not the fucking water face or dreughs.

"the fire" here is akin to vivec's divine spark, a sort of symbol of enlightenment, given it is a literal flame on his head. but if you look at other sources like "what my beloved taught me"...

For you, I would shave this head. It would not do that your new friend shook an inconstant kwam-lice from it. I'd take the sigil of Vel, the V, and wear it twice. And I would be new, and believe in the one moon and star as your banner does. I’d make a legend of this netch longhook. Make no frown that this will be my weapon in your guard, however low its station. We all drink from the milk of our fathers. I’d learn to read and then write so that I could see right your name forever. And I would clean your feet so that the next time you made treaty it would be with an assured step.

vivec DID cut his hair, not out of a symbol for enlightenment, but out of devotion and love to nerevar (hell, he named his spear and made it a legendary weapon also out of love and devotion). that love and devotion is what has driven him, what has defined his life, and also that during his time writing the sermons he was still picking apart that love and devotion. i think we can all agree given the foul murder and everything that the love was uhhhh kinda toxic and not healthy. he is trying to make sense of it and what it means for him with an analogy of nerevar also trying and failing to find spiritual fulfillment in sermon 16. but this carries over to sermon 34

The monster accepted Muatra with a peaceful look and his bones became the foundation for the City of the Dead, anon Narsis [sic]. Nerevar put away his axe, which he had at the ready, and frowned.'Why,' he said, 'did you ask me to come if you knew the eighth monster would give in so easily?' Vivec looked at the Hortator for a long time. Nerevar understood. 'Do not betray your nature. Answer as you will.' Vivec said, 'I brought you here because I knew the mightiest of my issue would succumb to Muatra without argument, if only I gave him consolation first.' Nerevar looked at Vivec for a long time. Vivec understood. 'Say the words, Hortator.' Nerevar said, 'Now I am the mightiest of your children.' Let this sermon be consolation to those who read it that are destined to die.

now for further context: i believe vivec's marriage to molag bal is symbolic. molag bal is the daedric prince of domination and the king of rape. and we know factually vivec as a mortal went through all manner of abuse, exploitation, and sexual assault. his marriage to the daedric prince represents an attempt to reclaim his agency in his trauma. and also i believe the children he has with molag bal that he then hunts down and kills are metaphors for or physical manifestations of his trauma.

if the children are representations of vivec's trauma, that means now that he has slain them in an attempt to heal from them, what does that make nerevar? "now i am the mightiest of your children" = "now i am your biggest trauma". and just like all the rest, nerevar is destined to die.

there are other common illusions to his trauma outside of these like "'The span of the apparently inactivated is your love of the absolute. The birth of God from the netchiman's wife is the abortion of kindness from love.'" (this is also using the definition of 'love' as spoken about by crowley, IRL).

we would be here literally all day if i went through all 36 sermons and what i think are allusions to trauma or the deeper meanings of them. because vivec is a poet, talking about complex topics like enlightenment and trauma and the ways in which he sees the world. he loves symbolism and metaphor. there are many things you can say with metaphor that you cannot communicate as well in a literal, factual explanation. to quote ursula k le guin:

"I talk about the gods, I am an atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth. The only truth I can understand or express is, logically defined, a lie. Psychologically defined, a symbol. Aesthetically defined, a metaphor."

hence why i am annoyed when people dont take a look at the deeper meanings beyond the "FOUL MURDER" easter egg hidden meaning. there are so many deeper meanings in them. its a lot of fun to pick apart. they were made for esoteric readings. they arent the factual objective truths, but personal truths. symbols. metaphors.

[quicksilverdrabbles]

Bishop: Crimson Plague, eh? All the more incentive to try and get you to scr-

Morana: *leaning in close so he can hear her, eyes glowing red* If you finish that sentence, I swear I will turn your dick into my own Muatra.

Bishop: ??? What-

Xelzaz: If you value your life, you won't stay here long enough to learn what that is.