Akatosh is the chief deity of the Eight Divines. The Empire reveres Akatosh as its protector. He embodies the qualities of endurance, invincibility, and everlasting legitimacy.
Akatosh says: Serve and obey your Emperor. Study the Covenants. Worship the Eight, do your duty, and heed the commands of the saints and priests.
Let our oaths be remembered
From this day, till the ending of the world
let our oaths be remembered.
O Akatosh, father of Time and sacred Covenants,
bless us with purpose and duty...
Bless those who stand before
the corrupt and the wicked and do not falter.
Bless the peacekeepers, the champions of the just.
Bless the righteous, the lights in the shadow.
We bind ourselves to this purpose O Akatosh
from this day... till the end of time,
let us be the blessed.
—Canticles of Akatosh, 26:8–10
Dragon God Bless Us...
As you Endure, grant us endurance.
Akatosh you endure, and so do the true believers who have accepted your words and devoted ourselves to your teachings. Despite fatigue, regardless of stress or adverse conditions, Akatosh and his followers carry on.
As you are Invincible, grant us invincibility.
Akatosh, you cannot be conquered, defeated, or subdued—and neither can those who believe in and honor the Dragon God.
As your nature is Eternally Legitimate, grant our journey eternal legitimacy.
Akatosh, you have an eternal aspect, and you honor law, reason, and the ruling principles of hereditary right. Nothing blessed and sanctioned by you can be considered spurious or unjustified.
Dragon God, make us as you are.
—Canticles of Akatosh, 12:1–14
Dragon God of Time,
you are the force that is in the background unseen.
You are the gear that turns the clock of life’s time.
Head of the Divine you are the one that guides behind the veil.
Akatosh let us not ignore nor forget the work you do for us.
Akatosh let us not fail to remember what you do and how you guide
within the background that we cannot see.
Teach us to appreciate what you do and what others do.
Teach us to honor what we cannot see.
—Canticles of Akatosh, 8:12
Bless us now at the Mid-day
as we continue to prepare the Way.
We praise Akatosh with our Gratitude
for the hours before and after noon.
Let not one second go to waste
or let this day be disgraced
—Canticles of Akatosh, 12:26–32
Lead me on, O Akatosh,
to that goal long ago assigned.
I’ll follow readily but if my will prove weak,
wretched as I am, I must follow still.
Fate guides the willing, but drags the unwilling.
—Canticles of Akatosh, 6:9–13
Here I am, Lord Akatosh, here I am!
Here I am, obedient to the Empire of Your blood, Your oath.
Here I am, studying all Covenants that guard us from Misrule.
Here I am, with tribute gladly paid to the Immortal Eight.
Here I am, all duties fulfilled, bound by much-loved rules.
Here I am, no whim beyond what Saint and Priest command.
Yours alone is our Endurance, as Invincible as we are Law-Abiding.
From You I need no answer, for in this my prayer I hear You say,
‘Here I am!’
—Canticles of Akatosh, 4:1–4
Wise Akatosh, I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know where this story will end.
Nor do I fully understand my own being.
That I think that I am following Your will
does not mean that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that the desire to please You does please You,
and I hope that I am faithful to this desire in all I am doing,
and I pray that I will never do anything apart from it,
and I know that if I do this, You will lead me by the true path,
though I may be blind to its end. Therefore, I trust You, always.
Though I may seem to be lost on the hard roads to truth,
I will not fear, for You are ever with us,
and You will never leave us to face our perils alone.
—Canticles of Akatosh, 4:5–11
No miracle is beyond the Heir,
who shall heal all wounds
and bind all that is broken,
who shall cast down our enemies
and lead us out of despair.
As Perrif is the mother of dragons,
so shall the Heir be dragon-born,
and the sickness that deadens Cyrod
to the pain of its sundering
shall finally be relieved.
—Canticles of the Eight, 2:9–10
Time is fragile, a precious commodity that can be squandered if we are not mindful of it.
In the hushed corners of existence, it slips through our grasp,
a fleeting wisp of eternity, unseen, unfelt, uncontained.
Each moment is a fragile petal, dew-kissed and delicate,
bound by the delicate threads of existence,
and yet, like the morning mist, it dissipates,
leaving nothing but the echo of its passage.
We race through the days, distracted, seeking the next,
but time lingers only for those who pause,
for those who cradle its beauty in reverence,
who savor its taste, embrace its tender touch.
But take a moment, a second, a sliver of time.
—Canticles of Akatosh, 3:12–14