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First, there was nothing. And then there was a spark. And out of that spark flew Dveh, the first Titan. He created a realm by the name of UESP. But Dveh longed for company, and thus, he set out to create a companion. No matter how hard he tried, he could never get it right. But one fateful day, the Titan pricked his finger on a rose, and his blood fell upon the earth. And from the earth sprang a creature unlike any other: Dveh had created a woman, his daughter, Avron.

He and his daughter lived happily, until the day when the Titan became old and died. Avron cried at his deathbed, demanding to know what had caused this. And lo, a man in a white robe appeared next to her, his face impassive, and said, "Twas I who have done this. Myself, Time: your father's own creation."
"Bring him back!" the maiden yelled.
"I cannot undo what I hath wrought. However, your father is not completely dead. He has spirits inside of him, you need only to let them out, and your father will live in them."
"What must I do," Avron cried, "I command you to answer!"
Time stared at her. "Time does not answer to the will of any being. But I shall help you: Prick each of your father's fingers, and pour the blood onto a surface. Do this, and, he will live." And with that, Time vanished.
The maiden gathered what objects she could, and taking her sewing needle, pricked her father.

The first drop fell upon a piece of gold: And thus, Zarock was born, the God of Riches.
The second drop fell upon a piece of wheat, and Bradmix was born, the God of the Harvest.
The third dripped onto an olive branch, and Dohva was born, the Goddess of Peace.
The fourth fell upon a horn, and thus Hatofness was born, the God of Speech
The fifth hit a hare, and Telstdov was created, the God of Madness.
The sixth hit a piece of snow, and thus Frostmag was born, the Goddess of the Seasons, particularly Winter.

But it was the last three with which Avron was least careful with. Presently, a badger came to her and asked if he could see what she was doing. She showed him the vials of blood, explaining her task. When she turned away, the badger seized a bottle, drinking it. And from the badger was born Beliv, the God of Luck, both Good and Ill.

Next came a dog who merely ran off with a vial, the glass shattered in his mouth, pouring the blood down his throat. He became Elteef, the God of War, whose symbol was a wolf.

And finally came the dragon. Avron who had noticed the thefts, refused him the bottle, but the dragon was clever: he convinced her that he had the power over life and death, and that he could bring her Dveh back. He swore on the Tree of Life, a sacred oak in the middle of UESP. To break an oath would bring horrible punishment. The maiden handed him the vial, but kept a hand on her blade. But no sooner had he gotten it, the dragon poured it down his gullet.

He smacked his lips, but lo and behold! A horrible, blood chilling roar escaped from him, the only thing keeping him alive was the fact that his blood had come from the ring finger of Dveh, where the most power was stored. Ironically, the dragon was given the power he claimed to have had, but not over life, only death. He was banished to the Underworld, a prison he created himself, where he ruled as the God of Death, Musiklan. His symbol is a silver coin, emblazoned with a 2, a 4, and a 7.

Avron, knowing that these spirits needed to be controlled, created her own realm, seperate from the rest of UESP: The Rose Kingdom, where she reined as the Queen of Thorns, protected by the valiant Rose Legion, led by Shadowun, Hisine, and Skyrilam.

And thus ends chapter one of the tale of Creation. There are many more chapters, but to put it all on one elder scroll would be impossible.

Happy birthday. Happy birthday? Happy birthday. Rabbits can't jump upside-down, but deers might.

To celebrate the UESP's birthday, we are going to observe the inhabitants of it on a special episode of forum watch. I'm sir Dovah Attensweetroll and for the next half hour, we shalll observe the natural habitat of the place called UESP.

We see the alpha Male known as Musicman at the top of the clan. He is the alpha male and he lives on a diet of the lesser known creatures known as Spambots. He looks at the two females that he has choosen to be part of his exclusive group known as Tea Party Mods. And he starts giving off a scent to inform them that they are to mate with him. The creatures known as Alarra and Dohvakiin2012 ignore this scent and walk away leaving the alpha male by himself.

Musicman growls in an attempt to threaten them into doing what he wants but they ignore him and abandon him. It is that time of the year where the alpha male desires to mate but this year, he is getting nothing.

The two females walk into the open area of UESP and join in with the rest of the pack. We can see the very last dragon feasting on the khajiit known as Ri'zahr. He lives on a diet of villagers and sweetrolls. He looks up at the two Tea Party Mods and adknowledges them. He splits his meal in half and shares them but the females are not having it. They slap him and force him to sit in the naughty corner whilst they retrieve Ri'zahr from inside the insane dragon's mouth.
The khajiit is annoyed by this and decides to flee. He will either find a new pack or end up dying out in the wilderness. The Dovah and Dohvakiin2012 start to converse. They are talking about a primitive ritual known as writing stories about their characters. An elf called Hrolf Abod joins in. They spend hours conducting this ritual but for what purpose?

It seems that the creature of AKB has just woken up. It walks over to the new additions to the clan and it seems to be making a speech. It demands a scarifice or face being enslaved. The stronger members overwhelm the weaker ones and offer them to the strange creature. It accepts and drags them to it's cave. Presumably to be eaten by the dark creature.

Else where, the males of the alpha male's exclusive group are discussing punishments for those that have misbehaved. Believe is drunk again. It is unknown if he requires booze to survive or just loves the stuff. The giant potatoe known as Taters just sits there. It is just a potatoe after all. They are waiting for their beloved leader to come and talk to them. Alarra tries to join in but they snarl at here. It seems that they don't like their pink counterparts.

The female backs away and goes to the area of this wonderful place called Chat. She is joined by the creatures Baratron and the very last Dovah. They spend the next 6 hours chatting. Despite their natural languages being different, they are able to understand the dragon speech of the ancient dovah.

Meanwhile, the rest of the members gather around the Skyrim Area. It is unknown what Skyrim means but there are a few theories. One common theory is that it celebrates the destruction of the dragon race. Another is that it's sweetroll based. We shall never know.

The others lurk around the general forums and talk about their daily things. From Justice Knights to knight Captains, the general sub species is a varied race. Sometimes, the members from the other areas pop in. They are welcomed into the pack.

The Alpha Female simply known as the S'wit sleeps in her cave. It is that time of the year again. After stockpiling her sweetrolls for the winter, she will sleep untill Spring. The others regard her as a mamma bear and respect her privacy. They will defend her to the death from would be intruders. Even Musicman would not dare to intrude.

But we are about to experience a very rare occasion. The founder of the UESPF visits the pack and silently observes. They call him Daveh and worship him as some form of god. Or prehaps they fear him. It is unknown.

Next week on Forum Watch, I, Sir Dovah Attensweetroll shall observe the community of Youtube.