#sheor

[uesp]

Did You Know: The Empire forbade the worship of Magnus, Y'ffre, Sheor, and Phynaster? Although study of these figures was tolerated, and even encouraged, veneration was strictly illegal.

[thesoulzofhades]

Lorkhan: I Shor did create Nirn.

[colonel-killa-bee]

It suddenly struck me that the Altmer have the right idea. TES is Gnostic (and Hindu) Fantasy, and by most accounts, Lorkhan is the Demiurge, imprisoning the spirits in a world of his conception, turning the spirits who came to be known as the Divines into Archons who make the world function as earth-bones. The Altmer want to go back to being spirits, and they're only completely right if we have Lorkhan's explicit goal. Do we know exactly why he wanted to make Mundus?

This would also assume that the Divines weren’t complicit in his plan, same with the spirits that did not flee Nirn.

The theory based on the lore bit that says he looked at the wheel sideways and read Amaranth, or something to that effect basically says he birthed the idea of Nirn to become more than what they were. They couldn’t conceive of ideas like CHIM and Amaranth because they were beings of perfect stasis, they had no way to grow, no hardships. No way to forge them into something new. Something better than what they were.

Until Nirn.

[tesloreillustrated]

Lorkhan is one of the few gods that is recognized, but not necessarily worshiped, by almost every Tamrielic culture, but whether he is an Aedra, a Daedra, or neither remains a mystery. He has many names, but they all refer to the same entity. 

Lorkhan was responsible for the creation of Mundus, the mortal plane, but not every culture celebrates this event. Most races of Mer revile Lorkhan and view mortality as a curse, while most races of men revere him and celebrate it.

[colonel-killa-bee]

The Space God

http://www.deviantart.com/morelikethis/309137452?view_mode=2

The Space God by Baldur Red-Snow

Light within light, white mass like giant flares,

Existence without purpose, eyes staring without care,

A prison, a perfect illusion, they feel no heat, know no sensation,

It could not last forever... Come, feel the palpitations...

An emptiness was shown to them, an emptiness they always had,

The will to make, they’d soon partake, a desire, virus, gone mad,

But soon they did give of themselves, their bosom agape, a hole,

This unending hunger, it sucked them dry, a banquet of noble souls.

MUNDUS! That wicked name, so pleasant upon the tongue!

SHOR! Demon of Man, his name the mortals sung!

Once the gates of GODHEAD were locked, now there’s no up or down,

A universe of death and rot, and gods corpses now abound,

A world of possibility brings unending fragility, demons open the doors of mind, bring end to this tranquility,

The laws of physics are torn, laid bare, the great white masses, their endless stare...

Chaos is born, so all beware, the gods close their eyes... for infants’ care...

MUNDUS! That wretched child! MUNDUS! Ambition, wild!

For things of light, there is no room, the beating drum brought us to Doom...

Curse Lorkhan! They scream it, faster, but the Doom Drum beats ever after, the illusions are forever shattered, now hear his unending laughter....

The serpent's coils hold tight to time, preserving decrepit treasure,

And now Wandering Ehlnofey take part in guilty pleasure,

And the biggest victory of them all? Is that they think he's gone,

But the void is all around us, and so are the scales of Lorkhan.