The Clockwork Blog

This is the blog of Sotha Sil of the Tribunal. I do not expect to use it often.

[the-tharns-speak]

Look up “synthwave” on your web device and tell us what you think of that music

I've witnessed music being used as a torture, but this is the first time I've witnessed music being tortured.

[gustavo-pelati]

What don’t you like about it? Sound like Dwemer music?

[the-tharns-speak]

With the exception of the drum, all of the instruments sound like screaming for help from the torture chamber. The drums are merely on skooma.

Why would anyone do this to music is beyond me.

[gustavo-pelati]

What did you listen to? Link?

I can recommend some soothing music instead

[mystery-ticking]

I am afraid that your attempts to endear the synthwave genre to, well, almost anyone on Tamriel is a futile attempt. The people of Nirn, and the vast majority of those dwelling in Oblivion are accustomed to acoustic and orchestral music. Anything electronic is simply too alien to their minds.

Imagine a secluded hermit who has lived their entire life within the quiet isolation of the forest, and suddenly you bring them to a city fair, promising it will be fun. But for the hermit it is too crowded, too loud, too colourful.

[mystery-ticking]

How is your brother doing these days Lord Seht?

By the amount of poetry he's sent to me for proofreading, he is fine, although not sober.

[mystery-ticking]

Dear Sotha Sil,

I am a humble Dunmer priest of Mara from Fourth Era Skyrim. Whilst I was raised far away from Morrowind and don’t worship the Tribunal or the Daedra - not anymore, anyway, though I do know how powerful they can be - even I have heard of your exploits with the other members of the Three, as well as your powers. Considering your superhuman ability to calculate probabilities, how do you feel about worship of the Three eventually coming to an end? Does it sadden you that your fall from power would put in motion events causing your people to turn back to the accursed Daedra in the midst of great suffering and environmental and social change? For I do not know if you are truly deities, just as I am not sure if Tiber Septim ever was one. But what I do know from my wasted youth serving Vaermina, which I do regret, is that the Daedra are uncaring gods.

If you could choose only one Tribune to survive the return of the Nerevarine, who would it be? And would any be fit to lead the Dunmer as a mortal?

Sincerely,

Erandur

All that is shall one day come to an end. All that lives shall one day inevitably die - and the people call me and my siblings the Living Gods for a reason. One does not need to calculate probability to know that in the future we shall fade and perish. It is something I have acknowledged and made my peace with the day we sank into the Heart for the first time.

There are many who would disagree with me, but I see both the work and the end of the Tribunal as equally important. Our people - the Chimer, the Dunmer, all the names that shall come after - had been the people of change. Ever shifting their stance, fighting for survival, existence, a place to be. They were defined by what they weren’t, carved out as a negative. The only true freedom, however, one can reach only by knowing oneself. With the Tribunal the gears of ceaseless changes came to halt, with our end they’ll resume their motion.

We give the Dunmer the respite, time to heal, to discover who and what they are. I am not sadden we are to end, I am hopeful that the time we had bought was well used. Only the end might tell.

If I could choose the survival of one of us, I would not make the choice. It is not mine to make. And I would hate to be the one who’d condemn one of my beloved siblings so cruelly to the solitude. I have been harsh to them enough as it is, why to do so unnecessarily?

Almalexia, if she wished so, could be the one to lead the Dunmer as a mortal. But she would loathe it.

[mystery-ticking]

What is an appropriate way for people to address the Tribunal gods of Morrowind in this place?

As with addressing anyone; in such a way that your words take from neither of you.

Above all, ours is the service to our people. Call us what you need to call us.

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Listless

Mind

Amist

Oceans

[marcusmerchantrycolumn]

Is this supposed to be a religious teaching, uh, sir?

[mystery-ticking]

If you wish it, it might be that to you. Words may be many things

[mystery-ticking]

Listless

Mind

Amist

Oceans

[the-tharns-speak]

MUD! Have you ever gotten up to your waist in it? I have. My only consolation right now is that the mud of High Rock contains no creepy crawly critters who'd climb up my legs and inside me like in Black Marsh. Ugh. - Marcus

Well, I’ve wrestled a self-proclaimed god in a lot of mud, though it was more of knee-depth rather than waist, and nobody believes me that anyway.

[marcusmerchantrycolumn]

Does it make you feel better if I say I believe you? Was it a strong god like, uh, Sotha Sil by any chance?

"#i think high rock has leeches #but that's the worst of it #oh and also bretons #they have bretons everywhere though"

LEECHES?!?!?! That must be the thing I pulled off my thigh last night. It left a bloody mark! And I'm not saying that as an oath. It did help my circulation though after walking in the rain.

@the-tharns-speak what do you have agenst us bretons Chanseler Tharn - Dorian

[mystery-ticking]

Allow me to assure you that I was not involved. Technically.

[mystery-ticking]

What is the superior shape and why is it the sphere?

It is a sphere, because it is the lightest and blackest and most unattainable of shapes.

However I would like to make a honorary mention of hexagon, which is absolutely horrible and brown and deserves to be loved.

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Boss is out of town for a week. Week! So once again it is the resplendent me, Maiden of Pivots, who shall graciously answer your inquiries.

(Pay me some attention, my only friend in the Clockwork City has left for an indefinite time to maintain her murder, and I am now left with ruffled feathers and glistening solitude.)

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Sending love and support to Sotha Silly.

Hope you have a better day! 💛💛💛

Ayem is that you? You have not called me that in... a couple of centuries.

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#i...have never been so insulted in my entire life #lesson learned- leave a signature #anon is not worth it #but if it brought a smile onto sotha sil's face #then it was worth it respectively via @littlegalerion​

A miscalculation has been made. Today I have learned that Sotha Silly is not a nickname reserved for Almalexia’s usage. It is safe to presume the same is the case of Sofa Seal.

(Though why anyone would be insulted to be mistaken for my beloved Sister remains a mystery to me.)

[mystery-ticking]

Sending love and support to Sotha Silly.

Hope you have a better day! 💛💛💛

Ayem is that you? You have not called me that in... a couple of centuries.

[mystery-ticking]

Emotional maintenance can result in unforeseen outcomes. One might, for example, find themselves covered in sugar in a room littered with polished loose wires, feathers, bones and glass beads.

[mystery-ticking]

@crc-shea-the-jedi An excellent question. I am in search for an answer, but it seems to be either out of reach or buried under this disorder my workshop has turned into.

[crc-jedi-knight-serushna]

And I'm even more confused. If you find the answer, please let me know?

[mystery-ticking]

After some research it came to light that my avian assistant was concerned about my mental health and tried to improve it. Her methods grew more persistent and dramatic as I failed to respond to any of them. Eventually she tried to ply me with trinkets she found aesthetically pleasing (glass beads, polished wiring, cogs et cetera), objects of comfort (feathers and also cloth as I have found out later) and the common unifying factor of all candy (sugar).

My conclusion from this experience is that emotional maintenance should not be performed face down on the floor in an area where Maiden of Pivots might find access to.

[crc-jedi-knight-serushna]

It's very sweet that your assistant cares such about you. Though I have to ask.... what where you doing face down on the floor?

[mystery-ticking]

Emotional maintenance, as I have already said.

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Girl = will provide soft taps and company if Sotha Sil opens portal :D

- Girl

I-

That is desirable. Please do excuse the sugar on the floor as it is mildly inconvenient.

[mystery-ticking]

Emotional maintenance can result in unforeseen outcomes. One might, for example, find themselves covered in sugar in a room littered with polished loose wires, feathers, bones and glass beads.

[mystery-ticking]

@crc-shea-the-jedi An excellent question. I am in search for an answer, but it seems to be either out of reach or buried under this disorder my workshop has turned into.

[crc-jedi-knight-serushna]

And I'm even more confused. If you find the answer, please let me know?

[mystery-ticking]

After some research it came to light that my avian assistant was concerned about my mental health and tried to improve it. Her methods grew more persistent and dramatic as I failed to respond to any of them. Eventually she tried to ply me with trinkets she found aesthetically pleasing (glass beads, polished wiring, cogs et cetera), objects of comfort (feathers and also cloth as I have found out later) and the common unifying factor of all candy (sugar).

My conclusion from this experience is that emotional maintenance should not be performed face down on the floor in an area where Maiden of Pivots might find access to.

[mystery-ticking]

Emotional maintenance can result in unforeseen outcomes. One might, for example, find themselves covered in sugar in a room littered with polished loose wires, feathers, bones and glass beads.

[mystery-ticking]

@crc-shea-the-jedi An excellent question. I am in search for an answer, but it seems to be either out of reach or buried under this disorder my workshop has turned into.

[mystery-ticking]

Emotional maintenance can result in unforeseen outcomes. One might, for example, find themselves covered in sugar in a room littered with polished loose wires, feathers, bones and glass beads.

[mystery-ticking]

A question, or perhaps series of questions, I've long thought over, as the possibilities seem endless. If any of the Tribunal were to sire or mother a demigod, what kind of demigod would it be? A true demigod? The Tribunal only obtained divinity by stealing the power of Lorkhan, so would any offspring born to the Tribunal have no natural divine influence? Or would they inherit Lorkhan's power, thus becoming not only a Tribunal demigod but also Lorkhan's child by some stretch? Or, if born with divine power, would it be as unstable as the Tribunal's, it having to be replenished as well?

I know none of you plan on having any demigods by any means, but it is a curious thought, in my opinion.

You pose a difficult question, not for the lack of an answer, but because of lack of definitions. What is a “god”? There are many of those who would say that my fellow Tribunes and I are not gods. There are those who would say that there are no gods, though they are a few in number. Even the word “theft” you use, is it used rightfully? The answer to all these question is between somewhere “yes” and “no” and neither is closer to the truth.

What truth would satisfy you? There are many of them. Under the right circumstances, any of the options you posed could be possible. Under different circumstances, all of the would be false. And under very specific conditions all of that could apply at once (although that specific condition takes Vivec as a crucial part of the equation, and it takes too much arranging for Vivec to do something specific and singular).

The details are dangerous. To me, to my beloved siblings, to people of ambition and curiosity without boundaries, and to an extent even to you. Settle for the fact that regardless of the circumstances, the children we would sire or mother or both would be people of great consequences and influence, whether by their own doing or by the actions of those around them.

During our old lives, all of the Tribunal already were people of significant power and/or talents, in this way they would follow in our footsteps. A lot of them is hereditary. If I had children and wished so, I could even pass my knowledge to them, thus creating a memory of my self.