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                "title": "Re-forging the Past",
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                        "*": "{{Book|developpeur=|auteur=Kireth Vanos|titre auteur=|date= |source=[[TESO:Loremaster's archive|Loremaster's archive]]|commentaire=|resume=|sous titre=|auteurIRL=|dateIRL=12/19/2014|langue=en}}\nI\u2019ll never forget the first time I saw the unmistakable hallmarks of Dwemer craftsmanship. Too small to even see the traveling merchant\u2019s wares atop his table, my father lifted me up so I could admire the strange angles, geometric engravings, and the unusual luster of a mace and shield on display. I was captivated. Though it\u2019s likely those first pieces I laid eyes on were reproductions, they were enough to stoke my curiosity for a lifetime.\n\nI apprenticed under my father, a well-regarded smith, and tried again and again as my skills improved to replicate the Dwemer designs that so fascinated me. One of the major difficulties, of course, was not having much in the way of example or instruction\u2014all I had to go on for ages were my memories. My father forbade me from searching for ruins on my own, though he did humor my passion by bringing me any book he could afford on the topic of the vanished race and their creations.\n\nIt wasn\u2019t until I was old enough to strike out alone that I made any substantial progress. I soon discovered how right it was of my father to keep me away from Dwemer ruins in my youth. They are treacherous places even for experienced adventurers, which I was certainly not the first time I charged headfirst into one. I was a bit too confident, I\u2019ll admit, and I never expected the spider construct that burst out of an opening in the wall as I walked by. I had no idea the ruins were still active!\n\nI was inexperienced and untried in combat, and without my skill as a smith, I doubt I would be here to tell my story today. My armor protected me from several blows I could not deflect in time with my shield as two more spiders clanked out from the darkness, and my well-balanced mace seemed to swing itself right into them, sending tiny gears and showers of sparks flying. It was over before I knew it, and I realized that I stood among piles of still-hissing metal treasure.\n\nCramming everything that would fit into my pack\u2014part of the carapace, a couple engraved legs, and an assortment of gears and springs\u2014I carefully made my way back to the surface. The Eight smiled on me that day, because it wasn\u2019t long before I was blinking in the sunlight, little worse for the wear than a few scratches and minor burns.\n\nBack at the forge with my prizes, I worked day and night on a new mace. I fashioned it after one in an ancient text my father had found, using my hard-won scrap to augment the smithing process. It became apparent quickly that this was what I\u2019d been missing the whole time! The product of that sleepless week has never been recognized as a reproduction by any scholar, smith, or relic-dealer.\n\nForging in the Dwemer style, as you can see, is not for the dabbler. Only a committed craftsman will have what it takes to seek out rare, ancient texts and obtain their own materials from the deadly constructs that lurk to this day in the ruins of that lost civilization. If you think you\u2019re up to the task, I hope my story has inspired you\u2014and if you\u2019re not, then stay well away from those ruins!\n\n[[Cat\u00e9gorie:Versions originales]]\n\n[[fr:Reforger le pass\u00e9]]"
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                "title": "Reach Loyalist's Letter",
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                        "*": "{{Book|developpeur=|auteur=|titre auteur=|date=|source={{m\u00e9dia|Online}}|commentaire=|resume=|sous titre=|auteurIRL=|dateIRL=|langue=en}}\nI speak now to my loyal brothers and sisters of the Reach.\n\nWhen Methira and her coven approached us, we thought it was a sign from our gods. We thought it was the righteous salvation we had spilled our own blood for in sacrifice. We thought our retribution was at hand.\n\nI say to you now that this was false, for the Icereach clan has lost its way. They no longer serve the old gods, but have enslaved themselves to the Vampire Lord Rada al-Saran and his Gray Host.\n\nMethira speaks with honeyed words, promising us that in joining the host we will take back our lands. But what good would it be to trade one oppressor for another? The lands of Karth will be no more truly ours than they are now. The Nords know what they have done. They know our blood is in the very soil they till.\n\nBut when the vampires rule the skies above our home, it will never be ours again.\n\nPass this message along to the others of our clan. It is not too late. We can resist. For the blood of Karth. For the oaths we swore to the true gods. For our ancestors and our home.\n[[fr:Lettre de loyaliste de la Crevasse]]\n[[Cat\u00e9gorie:Versions originales]]"
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