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All that I see before me… is a gathering of hypocrites, betrayers and heretics.
What?! You are ashamed? Bah! You should be! This cold blight is a righteous punishment for the likes of you!
The Dominion and their foul Justiciars entered our lands, burning our faith!
They searched every village… hunting and impaling every devotee!
Turning over our altars, tampering our preaching, corrupting the holy writings and looting the offerings!
Discarded Children of Skyrim!
You have faced a great trial!
Our emperor had failed to protect us!
Our Jarls had let the heretical elvish poison seep into our borders!
They brought us not just the destruction of our faith but also death of our kin through war!
Making us fight each other! Brothers against brothers! Sons against their father!
Led by that foolish Bear who fell into the pits of power, you were all blinded!
You forgot the real enemy that had intruded in our midst.
The elves killed many faithful as many brothers you have killed!
Our lands suffered even more as famine also joined the chaos!
Our fathers, sons and daughters went to fight the senseless battles and died in that war…
Leaving their helpless praying mothers to the heretical hunters…
And they left their children, dying alone to hunger and cold…
Now realizing the hopelessness, you wailed… ‘Did the gods abandon us?’
Ha! Need to I remind you how you all failed the second trial also?
Amidst the war and discord, the worst had returned, the King of Dragons, Alduin!
The Great Devourer! The Black Maw! The World Eater!
He returned with his dragons! Awakening them from their slumbers to bring death and destruction!
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The souls of the dead that fell from the mad war, elven raids and dragons walked into the gates of Sovngard.
Alas! What awaited them was the great maw of Alduin! Nourishing himself with their souls! Increasing his power!
Despair was upon us!
So you returned to the Divines… the all Father… the Great Talos…
And He answered! Oh! Blessed be His Name!
His Advent manifested to save us from our own sins… but… we turned Him away!
You did not kneel and begged for forgiveness when you met Him!
He heard your plead and decided to stand with us! He walked among us!
But you did not see him! You still clung to the war that the elves brought here!
You ignored his call for peace to mend our lands! To unite against the elven heretics and the dragons!
Are you worth saving from damnation? NO!
In His great judgment, He allowed a daedric drop slip into our realm, hoping to awaken our eyes!
The spawns of Molag Bal! The vampires!
They started corrupting our lands with their fangs and foul existence!
Some say they herald another invasion from Oblivion!
Yet… again we chose to turn a blind eye! We dropped this burden on the backs of others!
The Dawnguards, the loyal watchful protectors of Tamriel from the vile forces of Daedric Princes!
Their numbers have dwindled through the years, but did we send any aid to their order?
Nay! Instead we raised our swords against the mage brothers who sought to protect our lands from the Daedra!
Even to this day, some of you are still ashamed of their existence…
Despite that, they endured! They aided our Great Savior in His fight to end the World Eater!
While all of you whimpered on your houses in ignorance! So who should have been ashamed?
At the end, you all did nothing! Nothing at all!
And in His rightful wrath and dismay, Shor gave his eternal judgment!
The one you now all call the, ‘Day of Infamy’!
As punishment worthy of your insignificant existence, He shuts the Gates of Sovngard!
Without death! You can fight with all you wanted with each other! An Eternal War which you all desired!
As forever the damned and humiliated!
And now you ask… you beg… on how to atone for your grave mistakes?
You dare ask such privilege?! Yet you do not wear the hooded mask of shame?! You do not don the armor of disgrace?!
No amount of atonement is enough to pay for your sins!
Your very lives are now the mark of your impenitence! Death was relinquished from you!
So bleed! Shame is now on your blood, your flesh!
Kneel and dust your faces with white ash!
Chart your lives back to earn His glance!
Oh Great Shor!
Shame on us! Shame on our blood!
Shame on our corrupted flesh!
We have none to offer except our deathless lives!
May You never forgive us for what we did!
* Ivarreich of House Thornfire, Imperial City of Cyrodiil, 54th priest of the Cult of Eternal Shame