With how Hermaeus was depicted in Necrom, they paid a lot of attention to his role as master of the tides of fate, and his ties to the sea... but one thing they under-represented was his connection to the deep forests on land... and his image among the peoples who live there: The Woodland Man.
To that end, I've parodied a well-known classic. A nursery rhyme for Reach mothers to warn their children of the peril inherit in seeking that which is best left unknown.
> "Do you know the Woodland Man, the Woodland Man, who watches from the trees?"
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> "Yes I know the Woodland Man, that Woodland Man, who listens in the leaves."
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> "Do you seek the Woodland Man, the Woodland Man, whose knowledge fills the trees?"
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> "Yes I seek the Woodland Man, that Woodland Man, who whispers in the breeze."
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> "You now hear the Woodland Man, the Woodland Man, who calls between the trees?"
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> "Yes I hear the Woodland Man, that Woodland Man, whose branches bid me freeze."
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> "You now see the Woodland Man, the Woodland man, who reaches from the trees?"
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> "Yes I see the Woodland Man, that Woodland Man, whose roots now grasp my knees."
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> "You now feel the Woodland Man, the Woodland Man, who drags you to the trees?"
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> "Yes I feel the Woodland Man, that Woodland Man, whose sap my eye now bleeds."
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> "You've been stolen by the Woodland Man, the Woodland Man, who lives beyond the trees."
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> "Do not seek the Woodland Man, that Woodland Man, who tills the minds of Men."
"Proud purveyor of Cyrodiil Pickles."