Take Old Ruin with this Razor; Tear the Saviours' Hide from out of Solstheim

The Bloated Moon call'd the Wild Hunt unto the grotto, where we came to deliver Sinding to his rightful Lord.

>We arrived in this form, as a monster, fly-bitten since morning & our outcast brother, Ra'kheran, donated our sword of orsimake, with the appropriate angle to view a kill, as we flipp'd over the rite!

The true way to honour the Hunt was to bring the worm to the dogs of the chase who bark, bark, bark at cold harbours unaware of their own gilt cages.

>Yet by the interdiction of my Lord of Mourning, arenotelicon of Betrayals, I return'd unto the cave-glow & tore the flesh which left the House "with aether or with air" by innumerable pathways hidden under dreamtime. It was with this disguise that I proceeded into Heaven, with a conceal'd kindjal.

From the grotto, a million-million suns proceeded to Knock Down the very doors of Sovngarde & apply their Mercy to the King of Ruin.

>Pantheon by incarnation, as all alive now know.