The Tragedy of Tarhiel the Wizard.
Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2018 8:55 am
Tar: Here, gentle kinsfolk, Bosmer Morrowind'd -
Hear the tragedy of fair Tarhiel, mage hindered!
That I did do so, by skilful arcane means
Make such a scroll that would un-chastise queens
And fair ladys ov'r Nirn, overgrown in beauty
Did fail, like a Dunmer, in its attained duty -
Fall, I did, like a fallen fireball in flight
Did fall, fair kin, and proclaim my fright
To the world over-blossomed in fragrant fruit
That grows over my erstwhile grave a'root.
But that day, that fateful, frightening day
Chance sent by Arkay, they walked across the bay
Adorned in Colovia and Nibenese commons
Did stare at fair Tahriel, scream'd, then so solomn
Put two septims upon my opened, royal eyes
That, in my lifetime, were betrayed with many lies
By arcana more foolish than ever I learnt
When the traitor was, like I, fell'd badly burnt
And banished to Oblivion for his crimes -
Him I thought of, shuddered in my study sometimes
While preparing scrolls numbered threesome
To fly above the clouds of ash so gleesome
To have flown, leep'd from the highest tower
And proclaimed to all, my blooming power.
But, like the usurp, I nurtured my demise
And like he 'gainst the jewel of hope, he cries
That, not even the immortality of the litch
Could prevent the deities getting their rich
Wealth of souls in the service of their name.
But Arkay called upon the Bitter Coast
Said "Tahriel, Join my divine host".
So, my soul rising like my body had failed
The sweet air of Valenwood so inhaled
And proclaim to you all, fair citizens here:
"Long Live the Emperor, the divines and the arcane sphere!"
Hear the tragedy of fair Tarhiel, mage hindered!
That I did do so, by skilful arcane means
Make such a scroll that would un-chastise queens
And fair ladys ov'r Nirn, overgrown in beauty
Did fail, like a Dunmer, in its attained duty -
Fall, I did, like a fallen fireball in flight
Did fall, fair kin, and proclaim my fright
To the world over-blossomed in fragrant fruit
That grows over my erstwhile grave a'root.
But that day, that fateful, frightening day
Chance sent by Arkay, they walked across the bay
Adorned in Colovia and Nibenese commons
Did stare at fair Tahriel, scream'd, then so solomn
Put two septims upon my opened, royal eyes
That, in my lifetime, were betrayed with many lies
By arcana more foolish than ever I learnt
When the traitor was, like I, fell'd badly burnt
And banished to Oblivion for his crimes -
Him I thought of, shuddered in my study sometimes
While preparing scrolls numbered threesome
To fly above the clouds of ash so gleesome
To have flown, leep'd from the highest tower
And proclaimed to all, my blooming power.
But, like the usurp, I nurtured my demise
And like he 'gainst the jewel of hope, he cries
That, not even the immortality of the litch
Could prevent the deities getting their rich
Wealth of souls in the service of their name.
But Arkay called upon the Bitter Coast
Said "Tahriel, Join my divine host".
So, my soul rising like my body had failed
The sweet air of Valenwood so inhaled
And proclaim to you all, fair citizens here:
"Long Live the Emperor, the divines and the arcane sphere!"
Tarhiel is one of those stepping stones into the rest of Vvardenfell; hard to recapture the surprise from the first time you witness his mad descent. I was pretty tickled to see him reappear in Legends as the card "Falling Wizard."