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Litteratur från spelens värld
Jag var bara tvungen att dela med mig ett stycke ur en av de hundratals böcker som finns att läsa i rollspelet "The Elders Scrolls IV Oblivion". Det får spelet och landet man befinner sig i att bli mer levande. Som den här boken T ex: om En upptäcktsresande som besöker en av de många Ayleid ruinerna utspridda i landet Cyrodill. Som man själv även kan utforska.
Rekommenderar starkt att ni prövar det. Många timmar framför tv:n eller datorn blir det!
Gloriesnand Laments Among the Ayleid Ruins
By Alexandre Hetrard
Having arrived at Gottlesfont Priory, halfway on the Gold Road between Skingrad and the Imperial City, I resolved to make a side trip to view the magnificent ruins of Ceyatatar, or "Shadow of the Fatherwoods" in the ancient Ayleid tongue. After many hours of difficult travel through tangled hawthorn hells and limberlosts, I was suddenly struck dumb by the aspect of five pure white columns rising from jade-green mound of vines to perfect V-shaped arches and graceful capitals towering above the verdant forest growth. This spectacle caused me to meditate on lost glories of the past, and the melancholy fate of high civilizations now poking like splinter shards of bone from green-grown tumulus of time-swept obscurity.
Within thw forest tangle I discovered and entrance leading down into the central dome of great underground edifice once dedicated to Magnus, the God of Sight, Light and Insight. Dimly liy by the faded power of it's magical pools, the shattered white walls of the enclosure shimmered whit a cold blue light.
The marble benches of the central plaza faced out across the surrounding waters to tall columns and sharp arches supporting the high dome. From the central high island, stately bridges spanned the still pools to narrow walkways behind the columns, whit broad vaulted avenues and limpid canals leading away through ever-deeping gloom into darkness. Reflected in the pools were the tumbled columns, collapsed walls and riotous root and vine growth thriving the dark half-light of the magical fountains.
The ancient Ayleids recognized not the four elements of mordern natural philosophy -- earth, water, air and fire -- but the four elements of High Elf religion -- earth, water, air and light. The Ayleids considered fire to be but a weak and corrupt form of light, wich Ayleid philosophers identified whit primary magical principles. Thus their ancient subterranean temples and sanctuaries were lit by lamps, globes, pools and fountains of purest magic.
It was by these ancient, faded, but still active magics that I knelt and contemplated the departed glories of the long-dead Ayleids architects. Gazing through the glass-smooth reflections of the surrounding pools, I could see, deep below, the slow pulse, the waxing and waning of the Welkynd stones.
The chiefest perils of these ruins to the explorer are the cunning and deadly mechanisms devised by the Ayleids to tornment and confound those would invade their underground sanctuaries. What irony that after these many years, these devices should still stand vigilant against those who would admire the works of the Ayleids. For it is clear... these devices were crafted in vain. They did not secure the Ayleids against their true enemies, wich were not the slaves who revolted and overthrew their cruel masters, nor the were they the savage beast peoples who leanred the crafts owar and magic from their Ayleid masters. No, it was the arrogant pride of their smug self-assurance that their empire would last forever, that doomed them to fail and fade into obscurity.
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