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Orbis [3][114]

Emperor Uriel Septim VII (of the real Tamriel) knew he would die in a few days but would not remain dead; instead he would return to life, be resurrected by the Great Divinity that would also transform him. He was on his Dragonthrone and was reading through a series of documents given over to him by a nervous messenger of the Imperial Couriers Guild.

He looked up and frowned softly. "The decrees stand. All soulstones, and soulstone magic, are banned through out the Septim Empire. The distribution of replacement chargecrystals, and crystalstones, continues as efficiently and as fairly as possible. The Mages Guild, the Arcane University, the Battlemages Academy, the Divine Templedom, along with many other strong imperial factions, support the decrees. The link between soulstones, soulstone magic, with increasing disturbances of restless ghosts, psychic-spiritual rogue events, and to the increasing activities of the undead, has been well proven. This is not your responsibility though I would like to know how you came to know the message would gain negative reception."

The young man, of a courier, sighed. "Sire, the Imperial Couriers Guild has the policy that if there is a 'sense' of impending difficulty, or trouble, for the courier then a psychicmage would do a general reading on the item to be delivered; that is, sire, not any action that would reveal the contents of the courier package or envelope."

 

The Emperor nodded. "Acceptable! The message came from the Grand Imperial Guild Lodge?"

 

The courier nodded. "Sire, another courier picked it up from there and brought it to the Grand Imperial Couriers Lodge here Imperiarna (the Grand Imperial City). Sire, we do not know why such a costly service was chosen. Perhaps that is why my guild chose to have a heavy multiple cleansing done on the envelope and its contents. It showed up a wide range of highly powerful, malignant, narcane and necromantic curses plus subtle, hard to find, but deadly powder poisons."

 

The Emperor nodded. "What, who, are you really and where do you come from really?"

 

But the young man only smiled, bowed briedly, and then vanished with a soft shimmering effect. The real Uriel Septim was somehow not at all surprised by what just had happened. The message had been a genuine clumsy attempt to assassinate him and some faction, most likely both exotic and secret, had made sure his life was safe while he gained some valuable information. That is information in the form of a big, double stack, of large expensively bound tomes and three large paintings with exotic metallic frames that he 'sensed' were magically painted viewing devices.

 

After some intense thinking, he gave out some orders and has his advisers come to him for a seated meeting; which meant it would go for a fair time. He gave the advisers an hour to make sure they were ready for the meeting.

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Three 10.1[16][115]

Jadekia, and the 13 Jadekins with her, fought across the great, broad, strange daedric bridge towards the massive daedric tower-complex. They were cutting down living-dead invaders of multiple kinds, only about a third of which were humanoids (necronoids). Things flew through the air, clumsily most of them, or slithered or came on four or more legs. There were surprisingly many malformed creatures that tended to be more awkward, slower, than others. It seemed even the 'necrovatic rejects' were being sent to fight, to die.

The massive, red humanoid figure, of SakrunesDagon (MehrunesDagon) was surrounded by five demigods, being huge but smaller versions of himself. He hurled great magic from a mighty sword and battlehammer while the Grand Demidaedra used a mixture of great daedric magical weapons. One used a crossbow, though, and that was something Jadekia had not seen daedra use before. Then again there were dremora, dremans and humans using bolt-action rifles and musket-rifles (the last being able to better utilize some variations of daedric magic).

Scamps, clannfears, spiderdra (spider-daedra), daegons (dragon-daedra but not real dragons), and other lesser daedra were there fighting alongside the other lesser daedra. The fighting was brutal and the air sizzled, sparkled, and otherwise was active with magical conflict.

Either the ShadowEmpire was attacking the Deadlands for solid reasons or it was creating a diversion from its real goals. The ShadowEmperor was cunning and the ShadowGod even more so.

 

Then it came to her what the Great Benefactor wanted and it shocked even her, the Eternal Champion. The goal was SakrunesDagon himself so that he could be fed upon eternally while held in captive. She wondered where the message had come from until she noted the Eternal One standing calmly by herself. She-he-it was calmly painting something solid seemingly out of mid air. It looked amazing being a metallic stone structure with a subtle blend of Grand Aldmer, Grand Daedric and other influences.

 

The information had come from that aspect of the Eternal One and now that one was doing something most interesting, and effective, to protect the GrandDaedra from a terrible threat. Whether he would fully liked it or not, that was a different matter.

Edited August 20, 2014 by Maharg67

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Three 11.1[17][116]

StarMarshal Drake Septim knew that the Underlands, that he had been fighting to defend, had somehow been 'drawn' into the existence of the Painted Realm of Realms. The Eternal Warrior was bemused but otherwise took the transformation in his stride.

He had destroyed the enemy fortress outpost but only after much brutal fighting, some awful losses, and the enemy being able to take a great deal of the exotic larva from the great pit. He wished he knew, for sure, what the ShadowEmpire would do with it but feared that he knew.

His great army had destroyed at least 1,000 necrolifen creatures for every one of its losses. Yet that meant the loss of many fine fighting veterans who were beloved members of families, communities and peoples. Drake never took such losses lightly and called for resurrections to be allowed, doing so from deities far more potent, wiser and higher than those of the Painted Realm of Realms. Thus many were resurrected while others were psychic-spiritually linked to loved ones but there were a many, for reasons that Drake kept to himself, that nothing could be done for; they had done secret evil, had been traitors to the living or there were reasons that even Drake was not told.

The enemy fortress was in ruins and Drake was searching through it, with specially trained others, safely undoing booby-traps. Necrovats, and related necrotech devices, were found. Still living victims, mostly people who had not been part of Drake's army, were treated as well as possible.

Drake found, what he was looking for, in the form of a series of deep coded manuals that should not have been captured but destroyed. The powerful living-dead entity had been destroyed by damphirs before it could disintegrate the manuals in a magical furnace that would get past the dark magic wards protecting those books. He read through the books, with a growing grimace of anger, and then made them vanish.

He smiled, there in a great half collapsed underground chamber, for the Eternal One was standing next to him almost as if she had always been there. She was shapeformed like a teen-woman, lightly dusky white with lots of freckles, and great thick glasses. She wore the brown hat, and uniform, of a Girl Scout of the OldEarth, a movement for young people that had been well known on the OldEarth.

She spoke. "The ShadowEmpire rules about half of Necroriel, that is a place where the undead and, less so, unlifen thrive. There is a great war going on there between the ShadowEmpire's armies there and the TrueLife Empire along with its unlifen and living allies. The living are considered abominations there but have strange powers that the TrueLifers are now truly becoming to appreciate as they are the powers of the unlifen. What was assumed to be a cult, in the fake Tamriel that is now Magariel, was a network of infiltrators disguising themselves as a cult. Hence them being strangers, outside of Tamriel, and very secretive. They were attempting to find the source of the necrolifen invasion, of Necroriel, but failed to do so and returned home before Tamriel transformed into Magariel."

 

That explained a few things!

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Three 11.2[18][117]

Drake frowned. "Would the TrueLifers then be followers of the Great Enemy?"

She shook her head. "They may be undead but they are far from stupid; they are fully aware that the Great Enemy would enslave them and have his enslaved puppets gorge on their victims before he then fed upon them. The Great Enemy is the barely known Aedra who murdered Lorkan but caused Lorkan to become something other than truly dead. Lorkan's corpse became the moon of Masser and the semimoon of Secunda. Masser of the necrolifen and Secunda of the unlifen. Tarrasha was the Divine who murdered, but did not kill, Lorkan. Lorkan killed her in turn, even as he 'died'. Tarrasha's corpse became the undead moon of Vezarout and the death-living semimoon of Yeaediti. The death-living arose inside the Painted Realms from the very act of trying to create life from the process of divine magical painting. The process could only mimic strongly real life. Hence almost all of the supposed living of the Painted Realm of Realms are not truly living but are of the death-living."

Drake, of the True Eternal Warrior, had known the truth deep down but he had not really wanted to face it; for it held terrible ramifications. "These Underlands are full of actual living entities."

The Eternal One nodded. "Before they were born, they all knew what would happen, they all volunteered to end up in the Painted Realm of Realms to be an important part of saving the multitudes of the death-living, (the necrobane or divine-undead), from a terrible fate. For both the ShadowGod and the Great Enemy plan to feed upon them, the ShadowGod being a malformed Lorkan and the Great Enemy being a malformed Tarrasha."

Why did so few peoples know about Tarrasha but so many know about Lorkan?

The Eternal One sighed. "Tarrasha only ever existed in the Painted Realm of Realms but Lorkan also existed in the real Mundus but I suspect that is just one answer. The truth has been concealed, in the Painted Realm of Realms, but why I do not know, as one who knows does, but can not know as to tell you."

Drake nodded. "I would respect fate, and yourself, in not pushing for an answer."

The Eternal One smiled. "You are so big, handsome, and wise!" She gave him a thin glistening book of bizarre translucent covering. "Allow none to come even close to this, to even know it exists, lest you deeply 'sense' that it be wise to do so. It is the True Confessions of Lorkan, divine husband of Tarrasha.

The title, in its own right, was a shocking revelation.

Edited August 17, 2014 by Maharg67

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Zero [21][118]

More shifts, of divine magically painted reality, had taken place but this time it was to stabilize changes already made, to make them more ordered.

The living-dead were hurled from the realm of the Grand Daedra as ruled by SakrunesDagon but SakrunesDagon became transformed from a Grand Daedra into a hybrid DivineDaedrican. This did not please him overly much and yet he had to accept that his new state of existence made him far less invulnerable to both the feeding greed of the Great Benefactor and the Great Enemy.

Truth was that even the divine painted divinities, and daedra, were basically of the death-living. The attempt to create real life, using such means, had failed and yet the question needed to be asked; was it ever meant to succeed.

Stories, explanations, of what-who had created the Magical Realm of Realms became suspect except that there came forwards an explanation from a mysterious source; the stories were true but they were not the whole truth, the truth and nothing but the truth. How could divine magically painted entities create themselves and then create their realm of realms? It was impossible! So they were created by 'outside forces' and 'they' were puppets that went on to create more of the realms.

The Eternal One made her-his-its way across Terrariel where hovercars and aircars were common in enclosed super-hoverlanes and up in semi-enclosed super-airlanes, androids and robots commonly served people and beyond the domed citystates were the dreaded Wastelands. The Gamelords dominated those realms through not just wealth, power, and influence but through wide spread obsession with the Great Game of Games. The power of the Gamelords was ever threatened by the need to meet the demands of a thrill seeking public.

The Gamelands, the Gamefolk, were not in great numbers compared to the Wastelanders and were always in fear of being invaded and conquered. Since the Games of Games caused many victims of Wastelanders, there was plenty of reasons for the 'toxic barbarians' to do so.

 

The Gamelords attempt to conquer Earthriel, and to strip resources from it to feed the growing demands, of the Games of Games, had failed in general terms; yet they had managed to loot a large amount of vital resources before the defeat, transporting those resources safely back to Terrariel.

 

Then Necrotropolis had risen in a fairly isolated area in the Wastelands and the Gamelords decided that the necrolifen and Wastelanders would negate each other as a threat to the Gamelands. They were wrong!

 

The Eternal One stopped, every so often, and did some divine magical painting.

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Three 12.1[22][119]

The former MadEmperor, Uriel Voria, and Caula Voria entered the hallway dotted with long dead Grand Ayleid who had died horribly, being fed upon by some powerful living-dead or undead force. It was impossible to say. There was only a feint sense of evil left behind after a very long time. The air was a little stale and there was the sound of soft humming from behind some walls.

The two went with a large group being battlemages, mages, scholars, soldiers and some with very special experience and skills. They were mainly humans but there were beastfolk, orcs, Mer and some exotic folk of unusual nature.

They entered a great disk shaped chamber where Grand Aldmer Warriors were scattered, in hulking magical power armor, as if they had been hurled through the air as if they had been mere dolls. The warriors had been killed but not fed upon, perhaps because of the magical power armor. Other Grand Aldmer had not been so lucky.

Metallic stone structures rose up from the great domechamber and at its very center was a Waygate like artifact structure that was not a Waygate. It was amazingly beautiful in an amazingly exotic fashion. Artworks mingled with power artifacts and any one of them would be priceless in the Magariellan secret markets for it was illegal to trade in such goods.

Uriel Voria stared at the structure. "I dreamed of this... no, it was more of a nightmare. Grand Aldmer were trying to transform themselves in some way. They were terrified of something but it was a great fear focused on themselves. Yes, they feared their very own nature and some kind of transformation that might happen. They had learned they were not real Grand Aldmer but were divine magically painted dead-living entities. They feared that they might be fed upon by the Great Benefactor and-or the Great Enemy but they had another, greater, fear. So they built this gateway and both created and entered the Core WhiteGoldTower. It is active, this WhiteGoldTowerGate, and we need must go through it. Any volunteers to get into magical power armor. Those warriors actually did great harm to the thing that attacked them, as did other Grand Aldmer, before it killed them. Then other Grand Aldmer killed that thing before going through the WhiteGoldTowerGate." He froze and a look of mixed shock and horror came over his face. "The thing that attacked him, somehow it was linked to the death-living."

The group took up what ever useful Grand Aldmer resources they could. Volunteers did put on the Grand Aldmer magical power armor that adjusted to them. It was very user friendly by design. So were other devices.

Then the group entered the exotic gateway feeling excited, fearful, curious and much else. Then they were gone!

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Uriel, and Caula, Voria enter into the Core WhiteGoldTower along with their large group. They will not appear again in Story Three but will appear again in Story Five that may be dedicated to them.

 

Story Zero continues

Story Three continues

Story Orbis continues

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Three 13.1[23][120]

Jadekia unsummoned her Jadekins and, alone, traveled to Grand United Imperial City with the assistance of the DivineDaedrica. The Eternal Champion materialized in the Dragonthroneroom of CloneEmperor Urien Glorin VII of the United Empire. As she appeared, Jadekia found herself in a softly shaking, shuddering, palace.

Venturers, Blades, along with other fighters were tensely waiting for trouble. The CloneEmperor was on the Dragonthrone and the CloneEmpress was on her new Dragonthrone. There was trouble taking place through out Magariel but it was focused in only a few spots with most events being less intense.

A great big 3D magical map-table showed changes in the situation. A storm of mass ghost risings forcing people to flee from a village. Divine priests, priestesses, were working hard to deal with that crisis; it was their specialty.

Undead zombies, wraiths and other things attacking an exploration party in ancient semi-underground ruins. Living-dead malformed creatures swarming across the lands close to Necrotropolis and being burned by dragons. Bladers were assisting and other forces were on their way to assist including Mazamer.

Dhamphirs, and other unlifen, fighting fanatical humans convinced that the unlifen were as evil as the undead. Bladers were helping to drive off the fanatics who called themselves the Puritanes.

High in the sky were now two moons and two semimoons. Strange things were happening to weather patterns, to the wildlife and even to domestic animals, as they became restive.

The CloneEmperor turned to Jadekia. "So, the real Jadekia returns to us."

Jadekia smiled at the two Venturers sharing his throne and the baby on his lap. "Sire, I see that you have become well acquainted with the Venturer clones. The True Eternius diverted them, transformed them, so as to support you and to be supported by you. A fine decision all the way round. The next stage of a long process will start soon, that is of a real process concealed by much that has been happening."

The CloneEmpress spoke from her own Dragonthrone. "The Grand United Imperial City has become melded into the Tritranscube131313 and the other way around. It has become a great sanctuary now absorbing other facets of Magariel, many of them at a distance from the capital such as dragon colonies and Mazamer cities. This was always going to happen, we realize now, and much that has happened was used to divert attention from this truth. You True Eternals knew what was going on but did not choose to tell us."

The Eternal Champion sighed. "We serve others, of the True Eternius, and the True Eternius serves yet others. We not only have taken oaths, and have been given orders, but we suppress information so that we can not give away what must be concealed. Now I can tell you that almost the whole of the Divine Magical Painted Realm of Realms will be absorbed into what is really much more than a tritranscube. For it is what has been heavily concealed, secured, as the core of the tritranscube that is absorbing all. The whole painted copy of Mundus, all of the supercontinents and everything else except that which must be excluded and otherwise dealt with."

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Three 13.2[24][121]

Jadekia went on speaking. "Magariel will remain much the same as it is now, as will the other supercontinents, but will be on a much bigger version of a world that is yet to get any name. The once Oblivion Realms will become a spectral moon, the Aedra worlds will become moons and as for the original two moons, and two semimoons, what will happen to them is going to very much depend on future events."

A Venturer spoke out. "Sire-parents, there is a great magical battle taking place between the two moons of Masser and Vezarout. The Great Benefactor and Great Enemy are fighting directly against each other or so speak the supposed experts. Mage-astronomers are making careful observations through magically enhanced telescopes. The Grand Imperial Magical Telescopic Observatory speaks of great undead, and necrolifen, monsters fighting each other in the zone between the two moons. They are massive monsters, being easily as large as true Imperial Dragons."

A great magical true seeing mirror rose up and showed a non reversed mirror view of the fighting. Even at a safe distance the great, horrific, dragon like monsters were truly frightening. There were many of them and they easily outnumbered the number of great dragons powerful enough to destroy them. All dragons had given oaths of loyalty to the CloneImperial Court but those dragons would not be sent up to be destroyed for no good reason.

The Venturer spoke. "The only good thing is that they are destroying each other."

Drake Glorin, Eternal Warrior, materialized in mid air and bowed briefly to the Emperor and Empress. Then he spoke with an urgent tone. "It has all been a lie, a terrible falsehood, and what you see there is part of it. The mutual murders of Lorkan and Tarrasha, their failure to gain true death, their turning of corpses into two moons, was all planned by them. What was not planned was the creation of the semimoons. Lorkan's change into the Great Benefactor, truly the ShadowGod, was planned as was Tarrasha's change into the Great Enemy, actually the ShadowGoddess. Undeath, and necrolifen, forces would be harnessed to build a great and terrible empire named simply as the ShadowEmpire."

The CloneEmpress spoke. "Why would they do so much convoluted planning, so much secrecy, so much deception?"

 

Drake shrugged. "The source of information, the nature of which I can not disclose, did not explain everything. What it did say was that it was an act of selfishness, fear and desperation. What is revealed was that neither Lorkan or Tarrasha were actually divine magically painted deities as they pretended to be; their names were fake, along with their general identities. They came from outside of the Painted Realm of Realms and were both part of the reason it was created and amongst those who created it in the True Mundus. In the True Mundus they were extremely powerful, greatly gifted but deeply flawed entities. They were created in the Dawn Era but not intentionally but as a side product of the many mistakes, conflicts and arrogance of the greater creation process of the True Mundus."

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Three 13.3[25][122]

Drake looked around at the great Dragonthroneroom and was impressed. It was much larger, much more elaborate, than before. There was a deep, refreshing harmony and positive strength about it. Then he looked back to the CloneEmpress and CloneEmperor. "The false Tarrasha, and Lorkan, were at conflict with each other, deep down, and with themselves. Thus were created the semimoons of unlifen and undead-living. AlphaOmega arose as an aspect, expression, of Secunda and from Yeaediti rose the aspect, expression, of Setutama. That is AlphaOmega of the unlifen and Setutama of the dead-living. From the start AlphaOmega has been commanding a largely secret war against both the necrolifen and the undead, often through his armies of deadly damphirs. From the start Setutama sank into the greater mass of the Painted Realm of Realms; she has been trying to stabilize it, protect it, enhance it, ever since. It was she who created, with the assistance of others, the Dragonblood of the Painted Realm of Realms; it was she who wanted the two of you to rule the transformed Painted Realm of Realms. For you are reflections, avatars, of the deeply buried conscious, compassion, of the ShadowGod and ShadowGoddess but you are not them."

A bigger shudder went through the chamber.

In a location in Northern Magariel, a whole lot of people transformed into a great slithering mass of mingled bodies and began to move steadily towards Necrotropolis. As the mass moved, people and wildlife fleeing in all directions, it swallowed much of the death-life that did not escape it, could not escape it, and it grew in size and power. The first of the Slitherinds had arisen.

 

The refugees kept flooding into the Great Sanctum that was the absorption of all of the Painted Realm of Realms into the mysterious core of the Tritranscube131313.

 

The True Mundus deities of the Divinities, and the Grand Daedra, did not miss that something was happening of great importance. The real Emperor Uriel VII used the divine magical window paintings to try to observe, to understand, what was happening in the Painted Realms of Realms. He knew that his death, that his future fate, was somehow linked to what was happening in the Painted Realm of Realms. This was also true for the whole of the True Mundus.