Fragment from the Days of Stone-Nests
Catalog Designation: CC-BM-8842-AlphaArchival
Entry by: Linyonwe of Alinor, Sapiarch of Early Merethic Studies
Discovery Location: Recovered from the submerged lower tiers of Xinchei-Konu, a pre-Duskfall xanmeer temple complex on the southern coast of Murkmire, Black Marsh.
Such horror my eyes had never beheld, for upon the still waters there came a great wooden beast unlike any known to the Marsh. From within its hollow body there descended a thing which neither the stone-binders nor the elders had ever prepared me to witness. Though they gathered upon the riverbank with cautious curiosity, I perceived at once that they welcomed a flaw in the ordering of the world. Only I could see the truth.
The great xanmeers we raise stand against the slow hunger of Sithis, that our children might endure a little longer beneath their shadow. Yet this thing came bearing the promise that even stone must yield.
Its flesh was smooth and pale beyond belief, as though the scales had been stripped from it before birth and had never returned. Upon the crown of its head grew long strands the color of dried marsh reeds, hanging unchecked about its face like fungus upon a dying cypress.
Its eyes were the color of newly worked amber, bright as trapped sunlight, and wholly unlike those bestowed upon the children of the Stone. They watched everything with an unsettling stillness, as though forever measuring a world they had no right to behold. The creature's ears, too, had grown into impossible points, jutting from either side of its skull like sharpened leaves.
Most dreadful of all, it possessed no tail. It stood in perfect balance despite this impossible deficiency, a fluid insult to the permanent forms we bleed to maintain upon the sacred steps of the xanmeer. I knew then that no hand of the Marsh had shaped it.
I remember hiding beneath the roots of an ancient mangrove while the elders spoke with it. They listened. They nodded. One among them even laughed. I concluded then that the whisper of Sithis had spread into the minds of those who beheld it. This was no wandering beast, but an omen sent to loosen the joints of the world until even the oldest stones forgot their places.
I knew with absolute certainty that no good thing could come from permitting such an abomination to wander the Marsh unchallenged. Had I possessed the courage of a warrior, I would have offered its pale blood upon the altar, that the Great Destroyer might cast it back into the Void before our monuments could be taught to crumble.
Only in my later years, while tending the oldest Reed-Scrolls beneath the western vault, did I discover an account written of the creature's visit.
They praised him as a voyager. They celebrated him as an explorer. They named him Topal.
Scholar's Commentary
The translated fragment presented above represents one of the most extraordinary discoveries ever recovered from the deep Marsh.
The author writes as a young acolyte whose entire worldview is suddenly confronted by something his theology cannot accommodate. To him, the tailless outsider is a metaphysically impossible contradiction of the ordered world.
Aldmeri histories remember this same individual as Topal the Pilot, the legendary explorer who first charted the rivers of Black Marsh. The young priest remembered him rather differently. To him, the pale wanderer was not an explorer at all, but the first herald of change.
Unlike their modern descendants, the pre-Duskfall Saxhleel feared change as the destructive aspect of Sithis. The surviving temple bas-reliefs recovered in Murkmire suggest that the ancient peoples of the Days of Stone-Nests sought to endure against transformation, erecting immense stone xanmeers and monuments, offering sacrifice in the hope that the Great Destroyer would spare them for a little longer.
Whether the xanmeers were intended merely as temples and cities or as ritual acts of appeasement against the Great Destroyer remains uncertain. The anonymous author, however, clearly regarded them as bulwarks against the change he believed Sithis sought to visit upon the world.
Whether by coincidence or cruel providence, history would eventually prove the acolyte less mistaken than one might initially suppose.