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<noinclude>{{Livro Sumário
|SR=yes
|OB=yes
|author=[[Lore:Books by Author#Horicles|Horicles]]
|description=Biografia de Mannimarco, o líder dos Necromantes, em versos
|poem=yes
}}</noinclude>
Ó ilha sacra de [[Lore:Artaeum|Artaeum]], onde a luz rósea preenche o ar,
Sobre as torres e através das flores, a brisa gentil flui,
Inclinando suavemente penhascos esverdeados para agitadas espumas abaixo,
Tarde de primavera alojada sempre dentro de suas fronteiras,
Este místico e protegido lar enevoado da {{Lore Link|Ordem Psíjica}}:
Aqueles conselheiros de reis, prudentes, sábios e justos.
Dez breves anos e trinta após a queda dos poderosos [[Lore:Dinastia Reman|Remans]],
Dois brilhantes estudantes estudaram o culto dos Psíjicos.
O coração de um deles era iluminado e quente, o do outro escuro e frio.
O último deles, {{Lore Link|Mannimarco}}, rodopiou em uma dança mortal,
Sua alma em ossos e vermes, o caminho da {{Lore Link|necromancia}}.
Aprisionando e escravizando almas, ele lançou um perverso feitiço
O primeiro, {{Lore Link|Vanus Galerion|Galerion}}, tinha uma {{Lore Link|magia}} confidente e brilhante como dia.
Ele confrontou Mannimarco sob a cinzenta [[Lore:Torre Ceporah|Torre Ceporah]],
Dizendo, ‘Seu misticismo perverso não é capaz de dominar seu poder,
Trazendo horror ao mundo espiritual, seus estudos precisam cesar’.
Mannimarco zombou, detestando claramente os caminhos da vida e da paz,
E retornou à sua escura arte; suas pinturas, morte e apodrecimento.
Ó ilha sacra de Artaeum, como foi lenta para perceber a ameaça,
Quando a pavorosa verdade revelouse, como foi fraca a punição.
O fantasmagórico Mannimarco, da ilha dos sábios, foi mandado
Para o continente Dawn’s Beauty, mais morte e almas a ceifar.
‘Vocês acharam o {{Lore Link|lobo}} e mandaram a besta aos rebanhos de {{Lore Link|ovelha|ovelhas}}’,
Galerion disse aos seus Mestres, ‘Um terror em [[Lore:Tamriel|Tamriel]] foi armado’.
'Speak no more of him,' the sage Cloaks of Gray did say.
'Twas not the first time Galerion thought his Masters callous,
Unconcerned for {{Lore Link|Man|men}} and {{Lore Link|mer}}, aloof in their island palace.
'Twas not the first time Galerion thought 'twas time to build
A new Order to bring true magic to all, a mighty {{Lore Link|Mages Guild}}.
But 'twas the time he left, at last, fair Artaeum's azure bay.
O, but sung we have of Vanus Galerion many times before,
How cast he off the Psijics' chains, bringing magic to the land.
Throughout the years, he saw the touch of Mannimarco's hand,
Through Tamriel's deserts, forests, towns, mountains, and seas.
The dark grip stretching out, growing like some dread disease
By his dark Necromancers, collecting cursed artifacts of yore.
They brought to him these tools, mad wizards and witches,
And brought blood-tainted herbs and oils to his cave of sin,
Sweet [[Lore:Akaviri|Akaviri]] {{Lore Link|poison}}, dust from saints, sheafs of human skin,
Toadstools, roots, and much more cluttered his alchemical shelf,
Like a spider in his web, he sucked all their power into himself,
Mannimarco, Worm King, world's first of the undying {{Lore Link|lich}}es.
Corruption on corruption, 'til the rot sunk to his very core,
Though he kept the name Mannimarco, his body and his mind
Were but a living, moving corpse as he left humanity behind.
The blood in his veins became instead a poison acid stew.
His power and his life increased as his fell collection {{#ifeq:{{NAMESPACE}}|Oblivion|grew .|grew.}}
Mightiest were these artifacts, long cursed since days of yore.
They say Galerion left the Guild, calling it 'a morass,'
But untruth is a powerful stream, polluting the river of time.
Galerion beheld Mannimarco's rise through powers sublime,
To his mages and Lamp Knights, 'Before my last breath,
Face I must the tyranny of worms, and kill at last, undeath.'
He led them north to cursed lands, to a mountain pass.
O those who survived the battle say its like was never seen.
Armored with magicka, armed with ensorcelled sword and axe,
Galerion cried, echoing, 'Worm King, surrender your artifacts,
And their power to me, and you shall live as befits the dead.'
A hollow laugh answered, 'You die first,' Mannimarco said.
The mage army then clashed with the unholy force obscene.
Imagine waves of fire and frost, and the mountain shivers,
Picture lightning arching forth, crackling in a {{Lore Link|dragon}}'s sigh.
Like leaves, the battlemages fly to rain down from the sky,
At the Necromancers' call, corpses burst from earth to fight,
To be shattered into nothingness with a flood of holy light.
A maelstrom of energy unleashed, blood cascades in rivers.
Like a thunderburst in blue skies or a lion's sudden roar,
Like sharp razors tearing over delicate embroidered lace,
So at a touch did Galerion shake the mountain to its base.
The deathly horde fell fatally, but heeding their dying cries
From the depths, the thing they called Worm King did rise.
[[Lore:Nirn|Nirn]] itself did scream in the Mages' and Necromancers' war
His eyes burning dark fire, he opened his toothless maw,
Vomiting darkness with each exhalation of his breath,
All sucking in the fetid air felt the icy touch of death.
In the skies above the mountain, darkness overcame pale,
Then Mannimarco Worm King felt his dismal powers fail:
The artifacts of death pulled from his putrid skeletal claw.
A thousand good and evil perished then, history confirms.
Among, alas, Vanus Galerion, he who showed the way,
It seemed once that Mannimarco had truly died that day.
Scattered seemed the Necromancers, wicked, ghastly fools,
Back to the Mages Guild, victors kept the accursed tools,
Of him, living still in undeath, Mannimarco, King of Worms.
Children, listen as the shadows cross your sleeping hutch,
And the village sleeps away, streets emptied of the crowds,
And the moons do balefully glare through the nightly clouds,
And the graveyard's people rest, we hope, in eternal sleep,
Listen and you'll hear the whispered tap of the footsteps creep,
Then pray you'll never feel the Worm King's awful touch.
|SR=yes
|OB=yes
|author=[[Lore:Books by Author#Horicles|Horicles]]
|description=Biografia de Mannimarco, o líder dos Necromantes, em versos
|poem=yes
}}</noinclude>
Ó ilha sacra de [[Lore:Artaeum|Artaeum]], onde a luz rósea preenche o ar,
Sobre as torres e através das flores, a brisa gentil flui,
Inclinando suavemente penhascos esverdeados para agitadas espumas abaixo,
Tarde de primavera alojada sempre dentro de suas fronteiras,
Este místico e protegido lar enevoado da {{Lore Link|Ordem Psíjica}}:
Aqueles conselheiros de reis, prudentes, sábios e justos.
Dez breves anos e trinta após a queda dos poderosos [[Lore:Dinastia Reman|Remans]],
Dois brilhantes estudantes estudaram o culto dos Psíjicos.
O coração de um deles era iluminado e quente, o do outro escuro e frio.
O último deles, {{Lore Link|Mannimarco}}, rodopiou em uma dança mortal,
Sua alma em ossos e vermes, o caminho da {{Lore Link|necromancia}}.
Aprisionando e escravizando almas, ele lançou um perverso feitiço
O primeiro, {{Lore Link|Vanus Galerion|Galerion}}, tinha uma {{Lore Link|magia}} confidente e brilhante como dia.
Ele confrontou Mannimarco sob a cinzenta [[Lore:Torre Ceporah|Torre Ceporah]],
Dizendo, ‘Seu misticismo perverso não é capaz de dominar seu poder,
Trazendo horror ao mundo espiritual, seus estudos precisam cesar’.
Mannimarco zombou, detestando claramente os caminhos da vida e da paz,
E retornou à sua escura arte; suas pinturas, morte e apodrecimento.
Ó ilha sacra de Artaeum, como foi lenta para perceber a ameaça,
Quando a pavorosa verdade revelouse, como foi fraca a punição.
O fantasmagórico Mannimarco, da ilha dos sábios, foi mandado
Para o continente Dawn’s Beauty, mais morte e almas a ceifar.
‘Vocês acharam o {{Lore Link|lobo}} e mandaram a besta aos rebanhos de {{Lore Link|ovelha|ovelhas}}’,
Galerion disse aos seus Mestres, ‘Um terror em [[Lore:Tamriel|Tamriel]] foi armado’.
'Speak no more of him,' the sage Cloaks of Gray did say.
'Twas not the first time Galerion thought his Masters callous,
Unconcerned for {{Lore Link|Man|men}} and {{Lore Link|mer}}, aloof in their island palace.
'Twas not the first time Galerion thought 'twas time to build
A new Order to bring true magic to all, a mighty {{Lore Link|Mages Guild}}.
But 'twas the time he left, at last, fair Artaeum's azure bay.
O, but sung we have of Vanus Galerion many times before,
How cast he off the Psijics' chains, bringing magic to the land.
Throughout the years, he saw the touch of Mannimarco's hand,
Through Tamriel's deserts, forests, towns, mountains, and seas.
The dark grip stretching out, growing like some dread disease
By his dark Necromancers, collecting cursed artifacts of yore.
They brought to him these tools, mad wizards and witches,
And brought blood-tainted herbs and oils to his cave of sin,
Sweet [[Lore:Akaviri|Akaviri]] {{Lore Link|poison}}, dust from saints, sheafs of human skin,
Toadstools, roots, and much more cluttered his alchemical shelf,
Like a spider in his web, he sucked all their power into himself,
Mannimarco, Worm King, world's first of the undying {{Lore Link|lich}}es.
Corruption on corruption, 'til the rot sunk to his very core,
Though he kept the name Mannimarco, his body and his mind
Were but a living, moving corpse as he left humanity behind.
The blood in his veins became instead a poison acid stew.
His power and his life increased as his fell collection {{#ifeq:{{NAMESPACE}}|Oblivion|grew .|grew.}}
Mightiest were these artifacts, long cursed since days of yore.
They say Galerion left the Guild, calling it 'a morass,'
But untruth is a powerful stream, polluting the river of time.
Galerion beheld Mannimarco's rise through powers sublime,
To his mages and Lamp Knights, 'Before my last breath,
Face I must the tyranny of worms, and kill at last, undeath.'
He led them north to cursed lands, to a mountain pass.
O those who survived the battle say its like was never seen.
Armored with magicka, armed with ensorcelled sword and axe,
Galerion cried, echoing, 'Worm King, surrender your artifacts,
And their power to me, and you shall live as befits the dead.'
A hollow laugh answered, 'You die first,' Mannimarco said.
The mage army then clashed with the unholy force obscene.
Imagine waves of fire and frost, and the mountain shivers,
Picture lightning arching forth, crackling in a {{Lore Link|dragon}}'s sigh.
Like leaves, the battlemages fly to rain down from the sky,
At the Necromancers' call, corpses burst from earth to fight,
To be shattered into nothingness with a flood of holy light.
A maelstrom of energy unleashed, blood cascades in rivers.
Like a thunderburst in blue skies or a lion's sudden roar,
Like sharp razors tearing over delicate embroidered lace,
So at a touch did Galerion shake the mountain to its base.
The deathly horde fell fatally, but heeding their dying cries
From the depths, the thing they called Worm King did rise.
[[Lore:Nirn|Nirn]] itself did scream in the Mages' and Necromancers' war
His eyes burning dark fire, he opened his toothless maw,
Vomiting darkness with each exhalation of his breath,
All sucking in the fetid air felt the icy touch of death.
In the skies above the mountain, darkness overcame pale,
Then Mannimarco Worm King felt his dismal powers fail:
The artifacts of death pulled from his putrid skeletal claw.
A thousand good and evil perished then, history confirms.
Among, alas, Vanus Galerion, he who showed the way,
It seemed once that Mannimarco had truly died that day.
Scattered seemed the Necromancers, wicked, ghastly fools,
Back to the Mages Guild, victors kept the accursed tools,
Of him, living still in undeath, Mannimarco, King of Worms.
Children, listen as the shadows cross your sleeping hutch,
And the village sleeps away, streets emptied of the crowds,
And the moons do balefully glare through the nightly clouds,
And the graveyard's people rest, we hope, in eternal sleep,
Listen and you'll hear the whispered tap of the footsteps creep,
Then pray you'll never feel the Worm King's awful touch.