ESO新内容，Elsweys 章节与Dragonhold DLC内加入了不少新lore，尤其卡吉特神话方面
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目前大致可分为
Amun-dro所记述的卡吉特远古信仰、
Rid-Thar-ri'Datta所揭露的Riddle'Thar信仰（现在的信仰）
以及在ESO时期里，刚刚被淘汰不算太久的 Alkosh信仰
@nihilee @鹿殺不盡💥 @ysლrk @智障超人

Amun-dro记述的，有5篇神明的概述和2篇独讲阿祖菈的
分别是：
The Adversarial Spirits、
The Dark Spirits、
The Sky Spirits、
The Wandering Spirits、
The Worldly Spirits和
Azurah's Crossing、
The Favored Daughter of Fadomai

The Adversarial Spirit
Sheggorath. The Mind God. His sphere is the Mortal Mind and its stability. He tests Khajiit on the Path by making them doubt the truth of their own thoughts, beliefs, and actions. He must be faced along the Path and overcome before a Khajiit can visit Hermorah's library. Some tribes believe Sheggorath is dead and has been replaced by something Other.
Orkha. A demon that followed Boethra back through the Many Paths. It spoke in curses of affliction and knew no other words. Lorkhaj, Khenarthi, and Boethra battled the demon in the ancient songs, but Orkha could only be banished and would not die. Khajiit understand that Orkha and others of his ilk serve as tests along the Path, and nothing more.
Dagon. The Demon Cat. Also called Merrunz. Born of Fadomai's Second Litter, he quickly turned destructive and wild. Ahnurr exiled him, but he chose to explore the Great Darkness rather than the Many Paths. There he fell to the demon Molagh, who tortured him until the creation of the World. During the chaos, it is written that the wife of Molagh freed Merrunz and used his destructive nature as a weapon against the Lattice. Merrunz reveled in this and became a kinslayer, and was henceforth the demon we call Dagon. You will face him on the Path.
Molagh. One of the twelve Demon Kings. Elder Spirit of Domination and Supreme Law. This demon was the first to assault the Lattice with intent, alongside Dagon and Merid-Nunda. Boethra and Molagh fought to a standstill before the Lattice, but it was Azurah who shackled the Demon King with secrets only she knows. He will test you, and you will overcome him with the might of Boethra, the Will Against Rule.
Merid-Nunda. False Spirit of Greed. The Orphaned Glimmer. She is the daughter of Magrus, who loved only himself and his own creations. Magrus did not take a mate, but instead forged children of the aether. Merid-Nunda is a cold spirit, born of light without love. She is intellect without wisdom, knowledge without purpose. She is the consort of demons, and some songs blame her for orchestrating the death of mighty Lorkhaj. When Merid-Nunda dared assault the Lattice, Azurah struck her down before the Varliance Gate and dragged her away from it. She then cast Merid-Nunda into the Void and bound her there with mirrors. The nomads say she has since escaped.
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作为卡吉特的敌对之灵的，谢叔叔、玛拉凯斯、大衮、巴尔和光妈

The Dark Spirits
Lorkhaj. The Moon Beast. Born of the dark heart of Lorkhaj, which overcame him after he suffered a great betrayal. In his wisdom, Lorkhaj sought his sister Azurah, who tore the darkness from him before it consumed him and cast it into the Void. We know this shade of Lorkhaj as the first of the Dro-m'Athra, who serve the Ur-Dra Namiira, our enemy. The Moon Beast prowls the edges of the Lattice and pounces on Khajiit who stray too far off the Path. Know that on nights of the Ghost Moon, Azurah has opened the Void Gate and the Moon Beast will challenge mortals until banished. We accept this burden as part of the Path, and for the sake of our Lost Kin.
Namiira. The Eldest Spirit. The Great Darkness. The Void. All creatures who feed on rotten flesh are her spies and the prey of Cats. The Lunar Lattice protects us from her hunger, but not our own. Know that to name her aloud is to invite the Dark, so you must never do so, as Namiira is the sound of her true name. She is a spirit of infinite realms, of which only Azurah knows all. Mortals who become ensnared by this spirit are tortured until they forget who they were and know only Namiira. This is eternal suffering for all souls but the ja-Kha'jay, whom Azurah will not abandon to the Dark.
Noctra. The Shadow Thief. Daughter of Twilight. Born from the black blood of Lorkhaj at the steps of the Void Gate. In the songs, Boethra battled this spirit until it knew it was not Namiira. When this was done, Noctra was brought before Azurah to be judged. Azurah showed mercy and allowed Noctra to live, so long as she served Azurah and the ja-Kha'jay. But Noctra is rebellious by nature, so she stole one of Azurah's keys and fled back into the Void. It is written that Azurah sent the true spirit of Lorkhaj to find her, and ever since Noctra has aided the Khajiit when called. Tribes may whisper to Noctra for silence, shade, and luck. Do not summon her to perform vile deeds, for this will bring the Dark with her.
Varmiina. Queen of Nightmares. The Lost Daughter. This spirit was not of any litter, but was born from Fadomai's fear of losing her children. Azurah killed this dark spirit in the Underworld, and now Varmiina only haunts Khajiit when they dream. Know she will test you and make you want to turn from the Path in fear, but she cannot truly harm the ja-Kha'jay in dreams.
[?????] A spirit of vengeance. It has no will of its own, as it was born from Azurah's grief after the death of Fadomai and Lorkhaj. None can summon this spirit save Azurah, Boethra, and Mafala, for only they know its true name. It sometimes appears in songs as a black panther, a warrior in ebony armor, or as a hidden sword.
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作为暗黑之灵的 洛克哈、娜靡菈、诺姐（你被黑的好惨呀）、瓦尔迷娜以及某不知名人士

The Sky Spirits
Azurah. The Mother of All Khajiit. Queen of the Night Sky, the Realms of Twilight, and the Dusk and Dawn. The Favored Daughter of Fadomai. Her spheres are many, for she carries the burdens of our ancestors. All tribes know Azurah as the God of Magic, Beauty, and Prophecy. She is also the keeper of all gates and keys, all rims and thresholds. Khajiit know it was Azurah that lifted us up and bound us to the Lunar Lattice, and thus broke us from the chains of fate so that we alone shape our own future. Hers is the gift of ja-Kha'jay and all our perfect forms. It is written that she knows the names of all the Khajiit that will ever live. You must come to know her yourself, for that is the first step on the Path.
Khenarthi. Elder Spirit of the Heavens, who sings her songs with the wind and rain when she passes close to Nirni. The most ancient sounds were gifted to the world by this spirit, and we honor her with music, song, and the speaking of myths. For some tribes she also serves as a spirit of mourning, as it is written that when Lorkhaj died she hid herself in a storm and wept until Alkosh came to comfort her. Khenarthi carries the souls of dead Khajiit to Azurah for judgment, and is also her messenger. At the end of time, it is her clarion call that will summon the eternal united spirit of all Khajiit to defend creation.
Jone and Jode. The Ever-Mourned. The spirits of the stillborn twins of Fadomai, who still dance in the Lunar Lattice. Khenarthi held them when they were born, and did not have the heart to tell her dying mother the truth. She lit two lanterns to make their eyes bright and rocked them in the sky until her mother passed. Azurah cares for them now and lights the lanterns again when they burn low. The love of Jone and Jode spreads to all Khajiit as moonlight and sugar. To give your praise to these spirits, you must sing Khenarthi's lullaby on nights of Bright Moons.
Lorkhaj. The Moon Prince. Fadomai's Favored Son. The White Lion. He was born in the Great Darkness and it followed him as his burden. Loved by many, he was considered a noble leader. Lorkhaj was the first spirit to make his own path with purpose, because he was in conflict with himself as soon as he was born. His courage inspired all those he encountered, so much that he united the spirits to make the World. He gave his life to do this. We honor his sacrifice by walking the Path with purpose and resisting the call of the Dark. Lorkhaj represents the duality of the Khajiiti soul and the hardships that all Khajiit must overcome. In her wisdom, Azurah lit her brother's pyre with the Twin Lanterns of Jone and Jode, and thus the true spirit of Lorkhaj will sometimes appear—but only when called by Azurah or Khenarthi, or by his oldest name.
Magrus. The Sun God. Commonly known as the Cat's Eye or the Third Eye of Azurah, He serves as a daily reminder of her wrath. It is written that when Magrus fled from Boethra and Lorkhaj, he could only see out of one eye and fell into the Moonshadow. There Azurah judged him as too full of fear to rule a sphere, and she tore out his other eye. Magrus left to the heavens blinded, but Azurah made of his eye a stone to reflect the Varliance Gate. This is the Aether Prism, which opens at Dawn and closes at Dusk. Some sorcerers hold that Magrus left the eye willingly as an offering to Azurah and her children, and these magi still utter prayers to his name.
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作为苍穹之灵的 阿祖菈、凯娜瑞希、双月、精分的洛克哈 以及 悲惨的玛格鲁斯~~

The Wandering Spirits
Akha. The First Cat, whom we know as the Pathfinder and the One Unmourned. In the earliest days, when Ahnurr and Fadomai were still in love, he explored the heavens and his trails became the Many Paths. He was Ahnurr's Favored Son, and his father told him to find love like Ahnurr found with Fadomai. Akha mated with the Winged Serpent of the East, the Dune Queen of the West, and the Mother Mammoth of the North. He then went to the South and never returned. Instead, Alkosh appeared speaking warnings of the things Akha had made along the Many Paths. Since then, Alkosh and his faithful watch over the many children of Akha, for they are both terrible and kind.
Alkosh. The Dragon King. The Highmane. He was granted rule over the myriad kingdoms of Akha along the Many Paths. In time, the children of Akha overthrew him and scattered his body on the West Wind. It is said that when Khenarthi learned this, she flew across the Many Paths and put Alkosh back together. In doing so, she saw all the things Akha had wrought, including those that should not be. Now, Alkosh and Khenarthi safeguard the Many Paths from the wayward children of Akha. Pray to Alkosh not for his strength or his mighty roar, but for his sense of duty and purpose.
Alkhan. The Scaled Prince. Firstborn of Akha, who bred with a demon of fire and shadow. He can devour the souls of those he kills to grow to an immense size. The songs tell us Alkhan was slain by Lorkhaj and his companions, but as an immortal Son of Akha he will return from the Many Paths in time. He is the enemy of Alkosh, Khenarthi, and Lorkhaj, and ever hungers for his crown.
Boethra. The Warrior of the East and West. She is the mate of Mafala, who did not forget her love for Boethra after Ahnurr sent her into exile for her rebellious nature. Boethra walked the Many Paths in exile, and she returned. It was she who pried the eye from Magrus, and this is why Khajiit value swords as well as claws. There is no need for a True Cat to pray to Boethra, as you honor this spirit merely by walking the Path, and only hiding in order to pounce. It is forbidden to say her name on nights of the Ghost Moon, as during these phases Boethra dons the death-shroud of Lorkhaj and wages war beyond the Lattice.
Mafala. The Teaching Mother. Elder Spirit and the Keeper of the Ancient Secrets of Fadomai. These were the secrets her children only needed in the beginning, and it was Mafala that carried them down. She watches over Eight of the Many Paths, each of which a Khajiit must walk in time. Mafala aids the Clan Mothers in guiding the Khajiiti people along the Path and protecting our secrets from Others. She is an ally of Azurah, Boethra, and Lorkhaj. Her numbers are Eight and Sixteen, and these are two of her keys.
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作为游荡之灵的 Akha（看起来是高于龙神，低于阿努的存在）、阿尔科什、Alkhan（感觉像是卡吉特版奥杜因）、波人妖和梅姨

The Worldly Spirits
Nirni. The Green Mother. Spirit of Harmony. Though her spirit has diminished, Nirni can still be felt in the warm sands, dense jungles, and all places where mortals have not disturbed the earth. The Khajiit are her secret defenders, for her spirit seeds life on the Mortal Plane. This was Lorkhaj's gift to Nirni. Because she always tried to compete with Azurah for Fadomai's favor, she is sometimes called the Jealous Sister. Despite this, it is said she was the only spirit more beautiful than Azurah.
Y'ffer. The Elden Shaper. One of the Bastard Sons of Ahnurr. Unlike his father, he was wise and kind. He convinced Nirni to be his mate by creating the first flower, and they had many children. Y'ffer was corrupted by the Great Darkness sometime after the death of Lorkhaj. Consumed by chaos, Y'ffer struck Nirni, killing her. Azurah, Khenarthi, and Hircine destroyed him in vengeance and made a cairn for Nirni out of his bones. Some woodland folk say they can still hear his voice, but we Khajiit no longer speak of him.
Hircine. The Hunter. Spirit of Pursuit and Purposeful Change. Hircine was in love with Nirni, but she chose Y'ffer as her mate. In his sorrow, Hircine slew Y'ffer's champion, the Graht-Elk. Now he wears its head as a trophy. He is fond of Nirni's children and walks among them often. Khajiit should pray to Hircine when they have strayed from the Path, for the Father of the Hunt will always set them back upon it. Some tribes claim Hircine is the father of Nirni's first litter, who were as changeable as the Moons. They say these children were chosen as vessels for the ja-Kha'jay.
Hermorah. The Watcher. Spirit of the Tides. Hermorah records all the events he perceives and stores them away in a great library under the sea. A patient spirit, he helped Azurah maintain the Moons and their Motions after the world was made and Khenarthi could no longer bear to do so. He is the Keeper of the Knowledge of Others, and he shares all he learns with Azurah, who walks the halls of his library often. You should not call on this spirit unless you wish to be tested along the Path. It is best to leave Hermorah to his duty.
Sangiin. Blood God of the Second Litter. Sangiin is not an evil spirit by nature, but Khajiit must know that all things within his sphere turn True Cats from the Path. These are the urges of blood and pleasure without purpose. To fall to Sangiin is not to give in to the Dark, but to give in to the flesh. He tries to tempt Khajiit into making their flesh immortal, and this is a prison to all spirits of the ja-Kha'jay. Sangiin is therefore a spirit that will test you on the Path and must be overcome. The secret to defeating him is to ignore him, and this we learned from Mafala, who said: Lust for nothing but Truth.
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作为尘世之灵的 奈尼、伊夫尔（不出所料的被黑）、海尔辛、莫拉的桑吉恩~~

走开了一下，，接着来发……
Azurah's Crossing
His feet touched sand and he knew he had died. He could not remember how it happened, but found he did not care either. It had been a life well-lived, whether he believed so or not, and all had been exactly as it was meant to be.
He could not remember his name. He was still Khajiit, that much he knew. He felt his claws, and his whiskers, and his fur. He smelled salt and sugar.
He opened his eyes when he remembered having them, looking out at an endless sea. There were old things there, above and below. He saw he was not alone. Other spirits slowly drifted away from the shore. He thought better of calling out to them. The sand was warm between his toes and the sky was painted dusk.
He turned to look upon the island. There was a house there, one of glass and moonlight and truth. The smell of sugar was stronger in that direction, so he walked that way.
The sand shifted under his feet, never quite giving him sure-footing. When he tried to step up to what seemed to be stone, it crumbled beneath his foot. Still he walked, and stumbled, and climbed. He reached a stair and stepped on to it, but it was made of transparent glass. Even though it was sturdier than the sand, he found it difficult to trust each step. Still he walked, and stumbled, and climbed. He reached the door to the house of light, but he could not open it. He looked up to the sky and the Lattice. He tried to remember the Motions, the secrets a Mother had taught him, but it was hard, and the Lattice kept shaking. Still he walked, and stumbled, and climbed.
The gates to the house opened and he walked inside. He knew She was there. He knew he would be struck blind if he looked upon Her, but he could not help it. He looked upon Azurah, She Who Sits at the Precipice, and he saw Her. He was not blinded. She was lithe and tall, reclining on a cloudy bed of stars. She wore nothing, yet he could only see one of her faces. There her eyes shined like the Moons.
"My child," Azurah said, and he remembered his name. "You've come home."
"I have been here before," said the Khajiit.
"You have walked many paths," Azurah replied with a purr. A path of roses formed before his feet, leading up to her. "All for me."
He stepped onto the path of roses. Thorns cut his feet. The closer he got to Azurah, the farther away she appeared to be. She rose higher and higher until he was climbing a wall of roses and his fur was matted with blood. Each time he reached the top of the wall and pulled himself over, he was standing at the start of the path again. Still he walked, and stumbled, and climbed.
He was in Her cupped hands then. Her face was the sky and Her eyes the Bright Moons. He lived there in sugary bliss for many lifetimes before his feet touched sand again.
Now he was on the other side of the island. It was dark and cold. It was so dark that he could only see the water when it moved. If there were any spirits there, they were one with the darkness. His tail twitched.
He turned and saw Azurah once again, smaller now to stand alongside him. She carried a Moon-Staff and wore a silken dress of purple and gold. She appeared not unlike a mortal. Beautiful and weary. She looked with him out into the darkness.
The Khajiit saw the sadness in Azurah's eyes. She had given him so much, he knew, and he had given so little in return. "I am ready to walk again," he said at last. "What would you have me do?"
"I must send you into the dark, little one." There were tears in Her eyes, but She did not let them fall. "You must make a path for me."
He looked back over the dark water, noticing just how much it moved. "I will do anything you ask, Mother."
Azurah smiled at that, and his heart was glad. She plucked the Moon from atop her staff and stepped toward him.
"I give to you my Moon," Azurah said, and She put Her lips to his forehead and kissed him. And as he took the Moon, it became a weapon.
The Khajiit held the blade before him. It shined with Moonlight and he no longer feared the dark.
And Azurah told him: "Bring my children back."
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The Favored Daughter of Fadomai
In the Great Darkness, all of Fadomai's children had left her. All save Azurah.
Azurah held her mother and did not ask for a gift. Instead she wept, the light of the Lattice was reflected in her tears.
Fadomai whispered to Azurah three secrets and more. She told her daughter many things, stories of love and war and dreams undreamt. And Azurah wept more to hear these things, so much that moonlight shined in the darkness.
And Fadomai told Azurah the names of all gates and thresholds, and the names of all the spirits, and the names of all the Khajiit that would ever live. And Azurah wept more to hear how difficult their paths would be, so much that the light of her tears became one with the Lattice.
And Fadomai told stories of her children and her favorite aspects of each of them. When she reached Azurah, she smiled and told her favored daughter she could not decide. And Fadomai died.
Azurah sat in the Great Darkness for timeless ages, musing on what she had learned and mourning the loss of her mother. Still she wept, and now the darkness fled from her tears and from the Lunar Lattice. She wept for so long that soon she was no longer in the Great Darkness, but in a place of moonlight and shadow.
And Azurah tried to return to Fadomai-Mother, but her tears had formed a great sea. Beyond it was a black gate that opened into a hungering dark.
Lorkhaj stood in the doorway. He was broken and bleeding, and there was a hole in his chest. But the Great Darkness was still in his blood, and it filled the hole where his heart had been. The dark mass beat like a heart, and black blood spilled out onto the threshold. Azurah heard each beat of the heart like the beating of a drum, and each drop of blood tapped to form a rhythm she felt in her tail.
But Fadomai had taught Azurah the names of all of the spirits, so she recognized the Great Darkness for what it was, and she roared in time with the song:
UR DRA NA MII RA UR DRA NA MII RA UR DRA AZU RA
And Azurah tore out the dark heart of Lorkhaj, and all of the darkness in him came with it, and she cast it beyond the sea.
From the Dark Heart of Lorkhaj was born the Moon Beast, the first of the dro-m'Athra, who lurks at the edge of the Lattice and knows nothing but hunger.
And with the darkness bled from him, Azurah could see her mother in Lorkhaj, and she held him until he died.
Azurah burned what remained of his body before the gate, lighting the fire with lanterns of love and mercy. She wept for her brother Lorkhaj, and her tears fell upon the pyre.
As the ashes of Lorkhaj scattered across the Lattice, even the Moon Beast became silent for a time.
Then Azurah dried her eyes at last and went unto the World. Her time of grieving was over, and Fadomai had given her so much to do.
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两篇文章的地址：
https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Online:Azurah%27s_Crossing
和

然后就是瑞德'塔尔信仰，，这次目前看到的是俩篇文章
Epistle on the Spirits of Amun-dro（这个分成了3部分，专门写出来反驳上面提到的那个的）、
Secrets of the Riddle'Thar（Rid-Thar-ri'Datta的揭露话语）

Epistle on the Spirits of Amun-dro
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Vol 1
Thava-ko sings now a song of Riddle'Thar. Let its sweetest truth rest upon Thava-ko's tongue.
Hear Thava-ko's voice, children of the Two-Moons Dance. Word reaches us in the Torval Curiata that an ancient book—a pre-ri'Datta catalog of spirits, assembled by an ancient priest named Amun-dro—has captured the imaginations of Khajiit throughout Pellitine. Our people seem taken with its colorful and otherworldly descriptions of powerful spirits, both good and evil. Adepts from far and wide have come to Thava-ko with curious hearts and twitching tails, asking why they were not taught these old scriptures. We Khajiit are a curious and playful people, but some subjects carry great risk. We cannot, in good conscience, allow this heretical document to fester in the minds of light-minded ja'Khajiit. For that reason, Thava-ko and her fellow priests publish this refutation. Spread this far and wide, faithful litter of Rid-Thar-ri'Datta.
In the dark times before the First Mane's revelation, our forebears held scattered beliefs—sixteen faiths that tumbled and scratched their way through history, competing for the souls of all Khajiit. This spiritual chaos led us down many paths, all of which carried great risk. You need only look upon our bent kin, the dro-m'Athra, to find the proof of these perils. This book of profanities is the product of those dark times. Shall we return to the era of sixteen wars, and hunter-fiefs, and pitiless famine? No, and no, and no again! In the truth of Riddle'Thar, we find more than spiritual fulfillment. We find a rock to build upon—an end to the shifting sands of old. We find a better path through peace and order.
This old text carries greater danger because it hides its blasphemies under a shroud of truth. Many of its attestations walk paw-in-paw with Riddle'Thar, such as its praise for the Moons, and its deference to the blessed spirits: Khenarthi, S'rendarr, and others. But its darker fables lay hidden like snares. Take, for instance, its account of the Moon Beast, Lorkhaj.
Who knows noisy Lorkhaj's darkness better than the Khajiit? We all suffer the call to the Dark at some point in our lives. Who among us has not heard the beating drum of the Dark Heart in our moments of deepest sorrow or most anguished regret? To lift up the first dro-m'Athra as a hero of our people defies both faith and reason. How many adepts shall fall to Namiira on account of this document? How many ja'khajiit will call on the Moon Beast, intent on reviving his true spirit, only to be swallowed by his eternal curse? Any thief can tell you that the surest path to a victim's purse starts with a smile. A smiling Lorkhaj is too dangerous to contemplate.
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Vol 2
Thava-ko sings now a song of Riddle'Thar. Let its sweetest truth rest upon Thava-ko's tongue.
One of our people's greatest strengths lies in our flexibility. We do not jail free-thinkers as Dark Elves do. We do not decry salads as a blasphemy like the stubby acorn-worshipers of Valenwood. We do not pledge our souls only to eight dusty myths like the furless litters of long-dead Alessia. To be a Khajiit is to be free—free of cruel dogma, and free of bitter self-denial. Riddle'Thar does not kneel and mumble, it dances and sings! Ours is a faith rooted in joy, and faithful indulgence, and grinning charity. Alas, this strength often slides into shrugging disregard. We let our claws slip from the truth and wonder if "truth" even matters. Worship and transaction fall into eclipse. Well-earned relaxation gives way to a kitten's indolence. Our spirits grow poor. And a spirit so afflicted makes itself the perfect prey for the dro-m'Athra.
Amun-dro's catalogue of spirits preys on the worst aspects of our carefree natures. Take the inclusion of Mafala, the Eight-Clawed. Were the bloody horrors of the Sinner Suicides not proof enough of her dark nature? Consider also the Tide-King, Hermorah. This document would have us believe that Azurah walks the dampened halls of his dark library as friend. If our distant mother does this, should we not do the same? No! For Khajiit who call on Hermorah's counsel risk a fate worse than death. Mumbles from the sea will tear a mind asunder as surely as the most potent skooma. His briny "truths" shred our sense of reality and set us adrift—far from ja-Kha'jay.
We must also consider who this catalog of spirits excludes. These books offer the rosiest descriptions of malevolent beings, but what of loving Mara and noble S'rendarr? This ancient zealot, Amun-dro, fails even to mention their names. And why? Because his aged theology offers no refuge for simple virtues like charity, humility, and love. Our beloved Rid-Thar-ri'Datta offered us more than Clan Mother tales—he offered us grace. In a world so crowded by great spirits and grand cosmic plans, where does the simple Khajiit rest his weary paws? The Two-Moons Dance speaks plainly. It has no need for ancient conflicts—only simple precepts that lead to a life well-lived. In the end, a joyful life is the greatest gift of the Riddle'Thar.
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Vol 3
Thava-ko sings now a song of Riddle'Thar. Let its sweetest truth rest upon Thava-ko's tongue.
Now Thava-ko thinks on the Path.
The ancient Amun-dro's catalog of spirits offers us little more than vagaries when it comes to moral action. This comes as no surprise. In truth, the First Mane's epiphany had little to do with the aged stories of kingdoms past. Before Riddle'Thar, priests and adepts busied themselves deciphering the arcane ramblings of ancient prophets—gleaning precious little from vast and crumbling archives. How like pearl divers they were! Prying open countless ugly shells in the vain hope of finding some tiny treasure within.
You must ask yourselves, what profits a Khajiit to puzzle over such a text? You who wield the scythe. You who drive the wagons. You who work the forge. Do these tales of cosmic import bring you solace in your darkest moments? When you turn to thievery to feed a sick child, or watch your father whip your brother for a sin you committed, or struggle under the heel of a foreign oppressor, what guidance can you find in these old myths? They speak of "paths" and "laws," but Amun-dro's path is little more than this: obedience. Slavish devotion to our distant mother, Azurah. Deference and respect for darkest spirits of Oblivion. Tangled, contradictory virtues that threaten to send one tumbling whisker-first into the gaping maw of Lorkhaj. Amun-dro's world is a world of woe—a swirling gyre of fate and darkness where the Khajiit have no voice beyond hymns of worship or screams of terror.
What of Llesw'er? What of joy, and good food, and honest labor? Riddle'Thar, as described by our blessed First Man [sic], offers a true path. Better yet, it is a path you already know. The Two-Moons Dance whirls and reels in your heart, just as it always has since the moment of your birth. You needn't look to the distant past. Look to the now, and the road ahead—tread clean by the paws of faithful pilgrims. Nirni's bounty and the Sands of paradise are your birthright, Moon-child. Cast aside Amun-dro's morbid tales and live a joyful life worthy of the Sugar God!

Secrets of the Riddle'Thar
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Lo, many proud Khajiit bring their braided locks to me in hopes of affixing their dreams to my own. They prostrate themselves before me and kiss my weathered soles, begging for a glimpse of ja-Kha'jay. I sit then upon my upraised throne, draped in the plaited burdens of countless chiefs, and sigh. For the epiphany of Riddle'Thar rests not within the Mane-made-mighty—not even in the sacred halls of the Temple of Two-Moons Dance. The truth of Riddle'Thar lies in the heart of true Khajiit. In the claws, the whiskers, and the soul. Think now on Jone and Jode. Think now on their wax and wane. Khajiit do not deliberate in the womb. We do not struggle for form and purpose. The Dance decides. And in that fated moment of birth, we learn what our soul already knows. We fall into the cadence and the step. The Moons' virtues and obligations are inherent, just as our furstock is inherent. The truth of Riddle'Thar grows like sugarcane in the soul—sweet, vibrant, and eager for the harvesting. We do not make the cane grow. We do not coax it into fullness. It does that of its own accord. You need only take up the scythe in the proper season and reap its ample blessings.
The pursuit of Riddle'Thar's mysteries is also the pursuit of joy. Of fulfillment. I speak now the truth that, in your heart, you already know. Embrace that wisdom, pay heed to the dictates of the soul, make way for the peace and order Riddle'Thar provides, and you shall find joy in abundance.
First, a true cat must be curious. How often the furless outsiders fall prey to deception and mirage! Lorkhaj's inventions do not lurk at the corners of our sight. They lounge in plain view—so common and unassuming that we accept them as truth with a kitten's simplicity. One must always listen longer and gaze deeper. Do not yield at your first thought. Inquire. Lift stones both great and small. For gifts of persistence are many indeed.
Next, a true cat must be clever. Providence granted us the gifts of swift claws, fleet paws, and graceful strength. But the dangers that prowl upon Nirni's back too often withstand the well-timed strike. When trapped in life's cruel maze, you must resist the call to simple solutions. Do not resort to artless scheming. For every trouble there are countless strategies—and the greatest of those strategies rest within the mind. Fight without fighting. Speak without speaking. Yield without yielding. Do this, and you shall find that the greatest joys are those that hide on the far side of a jest.
Third, a true cat must treat themselves with kindness. Too often, leaders of the book and stole preach charity at one's own expense. Theirs is a wheezing virtue, hidden beneath a mournful shroud. How many coins can a starved almsgiver carry? Too few. I tell you, the fruit of charity grows from joyful, vigorous branches. If all give and none take, how wretched our kingdoms would become! Take the rest your labors earn. Taste the sugar that falls from above. Drink the wine that flows from Nirni's great bounty. For in walking pleasure's road, we blaze a trail for the downtrodden to follow.
Next, a true cat must be pious. The Two-Moons Dance offers a path to ja-Khaj'ay, but without Llesw'er's guides, even the cleverest Khajiit can drift toward the Dark. Mighty Alkosh, Blessed Khenarthi, Noble S'rendarr, Loving Mara, Clever Baan Dar, and most importantly, Jone and Jode reign beyond the stars, alight with kindness, wisdom, and virtuous cunning. The enlightenment of Riddle'Thar is a lens of clarity through which true cats can now view these divine ancestors. Heed their counsel, observe their laws, and by the grace of Riddle'Thar, you shall never fall prey to the snares of Namiira.
Finally, a true cat must be wary. Of all the races who dwell upon Nirni's back, we Khajiit risk the most. Our history dwarfs that of men. We sowed our crops here before the coming of the Elves. Our souls stretch back beyond the counting of the years and the certainty of each sun's rising. That makes us both wise and dangerous. The hateful eyes of Lorkhaj stay fixed upon us always. Namiira's darkness swirls amid our dreams and doubts. All the evils of Oblivion rake their claws and gnash their fangs against the Lattice, seeking to take our old souls as a prize. Be cautious. Move swiftly. Hide your hearts away in the thick jungles of the self and think often of their great worth. For if you fail to hear the beating of your own heart, the beat of Lorkhaj's will take its place forevermore.
Riddle'Thar is all of these virtues, Moon-child. The great well of Khajiiti spirit from which we all drink. Know that its truth dances beyond just the Mane, beyond the Temples, beyond the plains and jungles of our beloved homeland. Look to the Moons. When Jone and Jode dance above, your soul dances with them.
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原以为，瑞德'塔尔信仰是把卡吉特里迪德拉信仰和伊德拉信仰都给排除掉了，，毕竟阿尔科什信仰在瑞德'塔尔信仰后就没落了，，不过现在看起来不是了，，而且还提出了新的卡吉特哲学
与之前阿祖菈那套老的（攀登、欺诈、生存）还很不同，，，
新的是：好奇、聪明、善待自己、虔诚、警惕

接着就是阿尔科什的东西了，，不过这个不是出现在文本里，，而是直接在对话中的……
一大串，，然后还有个大亮点哦

Sunspire Vestibule
When you enter Sunspire, Moon-Bishop Azin-jo will welcome you:
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "Ah! More faithful answer the roar of the First Cat! Come, come! Welcome!"
Speaking to him to start the quest:
"Alkosh's booming voice reaches farther with every passing day, bringing new pilgrims for me to greet! Come, bring your offerings and kneel before the Great Cat returned!"
The Great Cat returned?
"Yes, walker! Divine Alkosh has returned to this perch to call the Khajiit who have strayed back to him! Though any who hear his word and obey are welcome here."
Who is Alkosh?
"Who is Alkosh? Gak! Riddle'Thar has kicked sand over the First Cat so long that his name is forgotten!
Alkosh is the first divine: the Dragon King of Cats! The Khajiit have strayed from him, but he's returned to right our path! Come, see for yourself!"
Very well. I'll meet Alkosh.
You can then ask him more about the contents of the trial:
"He has called his faithful to his temple and you have answered! Once you lay your eyes upon divinity everything will become clear.
This way! Come join in our worship and praise Alkosh's return!"
You said he's the Dragon King of Cats? What's that mean?
"He is the First Cat! Winged and glorious! Radiant as the sun and eternal! It is only fitting Khajiit follow in his footsteps. Khajiit are close cousins to Dragons, you know? Can you not see the resemblance?"
How are Khajiit related to Dragons?
"All the races are children of Nirni, but when Azurah made Khajiit Khajiit [sic] she made us in the image of perfection. Alkosh was swift and graceful, but also great and powerful. And clever. And wise. What else could be all these things but a Cat?"
But how is a Cat a Dragon?
"Are we not sleek as the Dragon? Do we not have claws sharp as the Dragon? Are our eyes not like those of the Dragon? Azurah was wise to conceal our true nature under silky fur, but we are as near to Dragons as Cats can be!"
Did Alkosh unleash Dragons on Elsweyr?
"Alkosh is our protector, walker! Though many have shamefully forgotten him, he ensures the steady movement of the moons. Without him, Jone and Jode would be locked in place and terrible things would slip through the Lunar Lattice!"
Why did Alkosh come here?
"This is his temple, walker, but not just any temple. It is built upon holy ground! It was on this summit that Alkosh stood and defended us from the White Snake, Pelinal. There would be no Khajiit left if not for his divine intervention."
Sounds like there's a story there.
"Indeed, walker. Indeed! Long ago the White Snake terrorized the lands to the north. His hatred of Elves knew no end and he was so hungry for their blood that he saw Elves where there were only Khajiit. Khajiit were nearly wiped out by his blind rage."
Pelinal was killing Khajiit?
"The White Snake stained the savannahs in our blood, but Khajiit are natural climbers. They scaled this peak to escape the madman, but what he lacked in grace he overcame with ferocity. Pelinal wrestled with the mountain until he too stood above it."
And this is where Alkosh stopped him?
"Hearing Khajiits' prayers, Alkosh descended from the heavens like a shooting star. His battle cry split the sky as he cast the crusader out of Elsweyr and the wound remains as a reminder of the debt we owe!
Too few remember that since Riddle'Thar."
You really believe a Divine is among us?
"If my words were enough for the faithful, then this temple would have overflowed with worshipers long ago. You may doubt my mortal tongue, walker, but one cannot deny divinity when one sees it. Lay your eyes upon Alkosh and all will be made clear."
Does Alkosh not have many worshipers?
"Too many Khajiit have been weaned on tales of Riddle'Thar, and too many years have passed since Alkosh first graced us with his presence. I feared I would leave behind an empty temple, but Alkosh heard my prayers and came to guide his wayward kin."
Guide them how?
"To inspire faith! To restore his temple to glory! Alkosh will put an end to Khajiits' suffering and lead his people to stand united and strong again!"

Sunspire Temple Grounds
After you defended yourself from the onslaught of Alkosh's faithful in the Sunspire Temple Grounds, Azin-jo will run out horrified by what you have done. Mojha will confront him.
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "Alkosh have mercy! What have you done?"
Mojha: "Azin-jo! You liar! You said Alkosh was here to save us, but he turned us into slaves!"
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "What are you talking about? We should be grateful to serve the Divine!"
Mojha: "You old fool! There are no gods here! Only tyrants!"
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "Blasphemers! You spilled the blood of Alkosh's faithful and desecrated his temple. I should have seen you were bent cats!"
Mojha: "They see through your false god. They will free us."
As you progress to the Way of Jone, Moon-Bishop Azin-jo will call out to you.
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "Foul marauders of Lorkhaj! You will not walk the Way of Jone unscathed!"
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "Go then, and feel your courage freeze under the pitiless gaze of Jone!"
Speaking to him after defeating Lokkestiiz's faithful in the Way of Jone:
"Do you not fear the Way of Jone because it does not scorch the darkness in your souls? It will not protect you from the claws of the righteous."
This is the Way of Jone?
"The Way of Jone is to strike at evil with tooth and claw until it is driven from the world. One only needs a pure heart to wield its lessons, but if you bent ones wish to follow the Way of Jone without that, you may feel Jone's power firsthand."
And if we're the victors?
"Such hubris! Who are you to best a god? Go and face your divine judgment, so I may return my temple to order."
If you choose to progress through the Way of Jode first:
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "Wicked pawns of Lorkhaj! Is there remorse in your mortal heart, bent one, that you choose to walk the Way of Jode?"
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "So be it. Step into the fire and be redeemed!"
Speaking to him after defeating Yolnahkriin's faithful in the Way of Jone:
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After you have defeated both Moon-Impostors and returned to the Temple Grounds, Azin-jo will be there.
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "You yet live! And the little lattice is dispelled!"
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "What powers are at work that you can defy the will of the Moons and win?"
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "I'm warning you! If you dare profane holy Alkosh's chancel, you will be damned beyond all damnation!"
You have the opportunity to talk to a furious Moon-Bishop.
"B—begone from my temple!"
Are you ready to accept that your faith is misplaced?
"Do not test my faith! I will not put it aside for servants of great evil!"
If you won't believe me. Come see what your god has to say for himself.
"Very well! I will bear witness to this, and when Alkosh once again drives out darkness from this temple I will teach this day to the faithful."
He will then speak to "Alkosh" and ask for his assistance:
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "Glorious Alkosh! Your faithful are beset by these heretics! This one begs you to cast the wicked from this mountain once again."
Nahviintaas: "You had one task, cat: gather faithful to serve me. Instead you have brought me troubles."
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "Forgive Azin-jo! Spare your faithful from these heretics and this one will spread word of Alkosh's infinite mercy to every corner of the world!"
Nahviintaas: "Mercy? I have no use for mercy any longer. Kill them all."
After you fight off Alkosh's forces, Azin-jo will be shocked by their appearances.
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "Who—who were those bent cats?"
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "There was nothing of the divine in their eyes. Only fear and obedience."
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "Is this what Alkosh wants us to become?"
You can then talk to him.
"Azin-jo has not always been Alkosh's best servant, but he has stayed faithful. He has stayed true. Even though his failings make him unworthy of the Great Cat's grace, he is not deserving of death … surely?"
Those Khajiit that attacked us. You don't recognize them?
"Never has Azin-jo seen them before. They appeared from nowhere by the Great Cat's will, but this one thinks they looked more damned than blessed!
Alkosh's wrath is more terrible than this one could have imagined."
You still believe this Dragon is Alkosh?
"Who is he to question a god? Who are you?
This one devoted his entire life to serving Alkosh. Never did he doubt his god, even in the bleakest times, but now … Azin-jo does not know what to believe."

Ruin of Alkosh
He will then go directly to Nahviintaas' peak to plead to his god for a final time.
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "Great Alkosh! Do not forsake us! I beg—"
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "You are tearing the wound wider! Why?"
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "You—you are no Divine!"
Nahviintaas: "I will remind you: Dragons are gods in the flesh."
After you have slain Nahviintaas, the freed servants will arrive and Azin-jo will be seeing the truth clearly.
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "What an ugly thing! How could this one not see it for what it was?"
Mojha: "The thirsty desert walker sees what they want to see."
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "It was a beautiful mirage …."
Mojha: "Only to the blind. Do you see my scars now?"
Moon-Bishop Azin-jo: "Forgive this one. His eyes are open now."
You can then talk to him for your reward:
"A thousand thousand pardons and a thousand more to come for all the ills Azin-jo spoke of you. You were bright and true as Two Moons, and this one was clouded."
You saw through their deception eventually.
"This one would not have seen if he had not been guided by wiser walkers. You have the bravery and heart of the old heroes who fought the White Snake on this mountain. Alkosh smiles on you, and so do we all. Take these offerings for your true faith!"
After you have completed the quest, you can ask him more questions.
"These are dark days for the temple, but we shall heal in time. That is another of Alkosh's gifts. Through him we learn and grow."
How will your temple recover from this?
"The temple still stands and the evil cast out. This one will offer penance and prayers to Alkosh for his foolishness. With the Great Cat's blessing, Azin-jo will reconsecrate this place in his name and work to restore its glory. As he always has."
How long have you been a priest of Alkosh?
"For as long as he can remember. He was left at this temple with his littermates when we were but cubs. We all grew up serving the temple, but Azin-jo was the only one who stayed."
Why was that?
"Some weren't suited to it, others lost their faith or found it elsewhere. Most Khajiit now turn to Riddle'Thar for guidance and forgot all they owe to Alkosh.
This one prayed for a means to restore faith in the Great Cat. He thought he found it."
How did the Dragon convince you he was Alkosh?
"He appeared to Azin-jo on the summit, by the wound in the sky. His voice shook the heavens and his golden body shone in the sun with holy radiance. This one has never seen a Dragon or a god, but upon seeing him they seemed one and the same."
What did he want?
"This one only knows what he was told. Alkosh told him to spread word of his return and to bring him faithful servants, so that is what Azin-jo did. He did not question why Alkosh wanted these things or spoke to the wound in the sky."
The Dragon spoke to that rift?
"Yes, with those words that sound like thunder. This one thought Alkosh meant to mend the wound he made in his battle with the White Snake, Pelinal, but now … the desires of Dragons are beyond his ken."
What will you do with the people you lured here?
"Azin-jo will throw himself on their mercy and offer penance for the pain he has caused. He has little to offer other than apologies and the desire to make things right."
You have this temple.
"Who would wish to stay in this place with a jeek priest who follows false gods?"
Why don't you offer and see?
"It would be an undeserved blessing to have his prayers answered, but if Khajiit wish to use this temple once again, Azin-jo will be grateful.
This one will do his best to see the people's faith restored."
Good point.
"Azin-jo has failed Alkosh and his people. It is only right that he labor alone in this place."