SUPER TAMRIEL EPIC

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SUPER TAMRIEL SAGA

 

ABOUT THE SUPERCONTINENT OF TAMRIEL BUT ALSO SOME PLACES BEYOND TAMRIEL.

 

CHANGES:

 

IMPERIAL means anybody who is an Imperial Citizen, Semicitizen or Demicitizen with the full rights and obligations of one, normally taking on Imperial Culture in at least a large way.

 

IMPERIAT means a person of the Imperial Grand Island of Imperiarda and the Imperial Grand City, of Imperiarna, that is centered on the island.

 

CYRODILIN means person of Cyrodiil, the Heartland Province of the Septum Empire.

 

HIGHCORA is an added Province, a great pass between Skyrim and Cyrodiil. Western Highcora is dominated by Ozdane humans and Ozmer Mer while Eastern Highcora is dominated by surviving Ayleid Citystates now accepting imperial rule along with more Ozmer who serve them. Ozmer are actually part Ozdane and part Ayleid.

 

ORCS are also know as ORCMER because they are of the Mer.

 

BLACKMARSH is the whole Province but only part of it is in the Empire. Argonia is a semiautonomous region that is at the 'fringe' of the Empire.

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HERE STARTS CHAPTER ONE: HOW THINGS CHANGED

 

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0001(0001)0001: LUCKYTHIRTEEN: HOW THINGS CHANGED

 

Thunder and lightening exploded across the sky. The group of rain-robed figures halted their horses, agitated from the storm, and carefully led them into the big cavern chamber after a wooden gate was opened. The caves were the Lake Arrius Caverns where the Shrine of MehrunesDagon was hidden in one of the big cavern chambers there. The caverns were the main base of the MythicDawn in the mortal plane, not to be mistaken for Cameron's Paradise, a transdimensional realm.

 

Cameron Mankar slipped off his horse, glared around himself at the great chamber and at the MythicDawn Followers who all knelt in fearful loyalty to him except his own son and daughter. He sniffed the air even as he clutched the ancient, evil book of the Mysterium Xarxes to his chest. The group was fairly large but other MythicDawn Followers were coming out including MythicDawn Guards in permanent armor that was otherwise identical to the summoned version. They had daedric magical weapons, along with the armor, and were limited battlemages. Others wore the typical red hooded robes.

 

Cameron Mankar was in the disguise of typical Mages Guild magerobes though they had no arcane magic imbued in them. Others with him were disguised as other arcane mages, as mercenary fighters of the kind known as blank-shields, those with out contract or subcontract, or just common settlers.

 

Cameron spoke in Cyrodilic, the common language of Cyrodiil and much of the Empire. “Something is wrong! Something is disturbing the very fabric of timespace! This is not good! In but eight days we strike at the Emperor and his three sons. In eight days the daedric forces of MehrunesDagon destroy the Royal City of Kvatch. I want all to be on alert. Bring our most powerful, learned and experienced mages to me along with food, drink and two young women to keep me entertained later.”

 

Harrow, a Dunmer and the Warden of the Shrine of MehrunesDagon, came forward and bowed to MehrunesDagon. He did not kneel, being one of the higher echelon members of the MythicDawn. “Master, we have already become aware of a potential threat and our best mages are busy attempting to both discover just what the nature of it is and to find some way to ward it off.”

 

Cameron Mankar smiled. He was Altmer, as were a few others in the MythicDawn including his son and daughter in the MythicDawn. He had other children but those of the MythicDawn did not know of them, not even his children in the MythicDawn. He intended to keep it that way.

 

The long years of planning, of working in secret, of manipulation, of murder, of theft, of deceit, all were coming to fulfillment and then Mankar Cameron would gain his true reward from MehrunesDagon; he would gain great knowledge, power and immortality. He would serve MehrunesDagon and he would betray the MythicDawn, giving them over to MehrunesDagon as tribute. He would betray his very son and daughter, in the MythicDawn if he had to do so to gain his prize. Somehow it did not occur to Mankar Cameron that MehrunesDagon might betray 'him'.

 

Harrow led Mankar Cameron down a long cave tunnel and then turned so they entered a typical looking cave chamber. A secret door in one wall, hidden behind a bookcase that actually opened like an outer door, led them to Mankar Cameron's inner chambers. These were fairly luxurious compared to the living conditions of the others, even Harrow himself. When Mankar Cameron spoke of living a basic, disciplined life in service to the cult, he did not mean himself. Even his son and daughter had to rough it much of the time.

 

Mankar Cameron looked around at the big chamber. It was not as luxurious as his mansions in the Imperial City, Imperiarna, or in the Royal City of Kavenshard but it would have to do.

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Something was wrong! Harrow was looking at him strangely and so were the other MythicDawn Followers who had already been in the caverns. Their eyes began to glow strangely red. Harrow began to laugh, a cutting sardonic sound. Then he spoke. “A greater power came to us! A power greater than MehrunesDagon could ever hope to be. He is the Daedric King, no mere Daedric Prince. Lost to histories during the Mythic Era, he has returned to us. Now he empowers us by investing into us each a spirit-avatar, a demonu that makes us each a demonar. The MythicDawn Followers foolish enough to stay loyal to you are dead, their bodies lying at the base of the smashed shrine of MehrunesDagon. There are only a dozen or so of them. Others fled but they are of no consequences. The Daedric King informed us fully of how you intended to betray us, to give us over to MehrunesDagon as a tribute but he also told us that MehrunesDagon would have betrayed you in turn.”

 

Mankar Cameron screamed out in rage, he was no coward, and threw his hands out to unleash terrible daedric magic at this strange betrayer. Nothing happened! He stared in shock at his own hands for this had not happened since, as an initiate into daedric magic, he had made a big mistake that nearly all initiates did. Back then he had earned a hard slap across the back of his head from his teacher. In horror he looked around, knowing his fate would not be so soft this time.

 

One by one those who had come with him cried out in pain, writhed, as black shadowy humanoid things flew into their bodies. Mankar Cameron somehow knew that their use of daedric magic had made them vulnerable to possession by the daedric demonic spirits of the demonu. He had picked up vague fragments, of stories, of the demonu and the demonar they became if possession became full absorption of the host. Yet not all accepted but died, crumpling to the ground, choosing to die rather than to agree to possession. Over half became willingly possessed, showing the same sort of wisdom they had used when joining the MythicDawn in the first place; that is no real wisdom at all.

 

Mankar Cameron gave in! He did not want to die and the dark whispering in his mind convinced him he would gain new, greater daedric power than he had done as a prime follower of MehrunesDagon. As he gave in a very powerful demonu penetrated into his body and MehrunesDagon deluded himself, as he had done with MehrunesDagon, becoming willingly possessed.

 

The tiny sparkling orb of light, high in a corner of the ceiling, continued to observe what was going on. The others did not detect it; it was beyond their perception. It was an aspect of the OmniObserver of the One True Divine, the TrueDivine or OmniDivine.

 

Mankar Cameron laughed as greater power rushed through him. Then he grinned triumphantly. “Aaahhh, yes, new spell-powers beyond normal daedric stuff. The projection of force fields, the summoning of hordes of monsters, the hurling of great magical projectiles or many smaller ones, teleportation, phasing and much much else. No longer will we stay with the old plan for that served MehrunesDagon and we no longer serve MehrunesDagon. Except that is we will convince MehrunesDagon to go ahead with the attack on Kvatch but we will alert the Empire and it will become a trap that will destroy not only many of his daedric scum but also his great quasiliving siege-monster. There is much for us to do. We must trick others of the MythicDawn to come to us and then either possess them or kill them.”

 

Hallow frowned. “It is too late, Master. Many of those of the original MythicDawn escaped us and have spread warnings to others. The whispering darkness tells us so but we must learn to listen to it.”

 

Mankar Cameron frowned. “Hallow, you are correct and I was in error! Still, we must track down and destroy all of the old MythicDawn. As for the daedric attack on Kvatch, we will see about that.”

Edited October 28, 2012 by Maharg67

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0003(0001)0003: LUCKYTHIRTEEN: HOW THINGS CHANGED

 

TalosSofia, DemiDivine demigoddess daughter to Talos, appeared before Emperor Uriel Septum VII and informed him that fate had changed for him, for the Empire. He was to have been assassinated, along with his three sons, but this would no longer happen. The Nine Divines had chosen to intervene as never before, that is directly into mortal affairs, or at least not since the Mythic Era.

 

TalosSofia was tall, beautiful, sexually attractive, human in appearance in an Imperiat fashion of white skin that, in her case, looked as if it was lightly tanned brown. The Imperiats were of the Grand Imperial Island, Imperiarda and of the Grand Imperial City, Imperiarna. They were not to be confused with the Cyrodilins of Cyrodiil. She was taller than normal and towered about Emperor Uriel VII despite that he was on the big Dragonthrone that was on a great disk shaped dais. It was the true Dragonthrone that would only allow the Dragonborn to sit upon it, that gave special powers to an Emperor, or Empress, that sat upon it.

 

The Emperor was far from being a fool. He knew this was no illusion and his being Dragonborn, being powerful with the ThirdEye, confirmed she was genuine and spoke the truth. He wished he felt good about what was happening, what would not happen, but he had a strong, subtle, sense of fear that he could not shake. Something was 'wrong' with what was happening, very wrong.

 

He spoke. “Why are the Nine Divines choosing to do so now, when they have not done so in the past?”

 

TalosSofia smiled. “There have been complications! A powerful outside force is intruding into our realm, has caused disturbing changes. Yet there is hope in the results of such manipulations. The Nine Divines are now in a better position to more directly influence the destiny of the Empire, of the whole of Tamriel and even the whole of Nirn. We all face a grave new threat, in its own right, that will also increase the potency of well known threats. An invasion by MehrunesDagon was thwarted, as was assassination attempts on yourself and your sons. A great attack on Kvatch was thwarted also, the city would have been smashed and many would have been killed. This is good but what is not so good is that the forces that thwarted these plots, who destroyed the old MythicDawn Cult, are more dangerous than those who were behind the plot.”

 

She reached out an empty hand and on it appeared a thick, heavy book that she hefted with apparent ease, doing so with a sparkling shimmer effect. “The Tome of MythicDawn Truths will greatly assist the Empire in many ways but most of it is more in the way of clues. It is the Empire that needs to come up with the full truth.”

 

The tome floated across to the Emperor and landed gently on his lap in a way he could see it upright. He opened the book, read a paragraph and became quite grave. Then he looked up. “I will need to study this, to have others do the same.”

 

TalosSofia nodded and, with a sparkling shimmer, eight other tomes appeared being identical copies of the first. “Nine copies of the same tome as gifts from the Nine Divines. Once there were the Nine, the Three and the One of the Divines. Lost in the Mythic Era is the whole truth of what has happened. Talos would have you protected better, which is not to be seen as any form of disparagement of the Blades or other forms of imperial protection. All Blades will be endowed with magic but not arcane magic; no, from now on it will be with divine magic! Also there will be the Bladekin, reinforcements of a divine kind.”

 

With a sparkling shimmer appeared Bladekin figures, armored from head to foot and well armed. They were hulking Bladehulks, mid sized Bladekynes and human sized Bladenoids.

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The Emperor smiled with moderation. “The knowledge of them comes into my mind. The bigger they are, the stronger but slower they are but are are quite fast, even the Bladehulks. They come in thirteens. One Bladehulk, three Bladekynes and nine Bladenoids. The Bladekynes are the officers being one main commander and two secondary commanders. There are three Thirteens here. A very strong force to protect the Emperor with!”

 

TalosSofia smiled back, warmly. “There are nine Thirteens of which three are here. They crowd this place and so there would be only one Thirteen in the Dragonthrone Chamber at any one time unless responding to trouble of some kind. Where are your handmaidens?”

 

Uriel smiled. “I have never felt the need for handmaidens.”

 

TalosSofia snapped her fingers. “An Emperor must need have handmaidens as comforting companions, as personal bodyguards, as alarm givers. They have many skills of great usefulness. These are you Blademaidens.”

 

Thirteen young women, at least they looked like beautiful slimly voluptuous young women, appeared. One was more formal, being somehow clearly in charge. Three appeared semiformal and others quite informal. Clothing was not overly modest being translucent or semitransparent. The thirteen knelt before him.

 

Uriel sighed softly and knew not to refuse the 'offer' for offending the Divines was not a wise thing to do. His years of seeking such delights were well behind him but he could not fail to notice just how wonderfully attractive they were. He wondered how well they played chess!

 

Uriel Septum VII nodded. “I accept your gracious gift and offer you one in return. That is the upgrading and expansion of the Temple of the One and all of the Chapels.”

 

TalosSofia smiled. “We thank you for your generosity. The Nine Divines are reactivating the Waygates but for now only for the use of special couriers and a relatively small number of other travelers and of goods. The Wayshrines will be more powerful, have more effect on those stopping at them. Wayglobes, for communications, will be provided to Chapels across the Empire. We offer to you resources to assist the Empire in the way of 1,000,000 each of the following: gold, silver, copper, iron, tin, led, steel, brass, trusilver, platinum, mithril, zinc and electrum ingots.”

 

The Emperor looked impressed. “That would take time to deliver, would it not?”

 

TalosSofia smiled. “You will find it in the Divine Templedom, the new structure that now stands, inside its own RingWall, adjoining Imperiarna (the Grand Imperial City). There you will also find a great arsenal of divine magical armor, weapons and other devices to replace all arcane magical and many non-magical items with. The Templedom is guarded by thirteen Thirteens of Bladekin and other forms of protection including its great walls, ceilings and other fortress architecture. Only part of the Imperial Templedom is accessible to mortals, including the open areas outside the building but inside the RingWall. I must go soon for there is much for me to do but of that I can not speak. Talos, himself, will appear to you as a SemiDivine, as a full avatar of himself, but I do not know when this will be.” Then she made a roll of golden silver parchment appear, with a sparkling shimmer, and it floated to Uriel Septum VII. “These are certain steps that the Nine Divines wish you to undertake.”

 

Then she vanished with a sparkling shimmer!

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Uriel carefully opened up the scroll, began to read it and then he cursed loudly, using some words that had mortals in the chamber looking at him in profound shock. He realized that TalosSofia had cleverly fed before she had to face any uncomfortable questions from the Emperor.

 

Imperial Elder Ocato, of the Imperial Elder Council and Imperial Battlemage, stepped up to the Dragonthrone and gave a quick bow. Then he spoke to the Emperor as one of very high rank in the Septum Imperium. “Sire, you appear to be quite upset. Would it assist if I were to take a look at the document as handed to you by the DemiDivine TalosSofia?”

 

Uriel Septum VII said nothing, just passed the very fancy parchment to Ocato who quietly read it through. As he did he looked increasingly horrified and then he passed it back.

 

The Imperial Elder spoke with much emotion, which was very unlike his normal calm self. “This is impossible! This is ridiculous! This will turn the Empire on its head! The only good thing is that the Nine Divines will give support of resources, of convincing the people that this is done in the name of the Nine Divines and direct support when it is needed. Where to begin?”

 

Uriel Septum VII closed his eyes, placing his hands into a pyramid with the fingers pressing lightly against his forehead as he tended to do when getting a headache. Then he spoke as if choosing his words with care. “I want a secret gathering to be held here, in the Imperial Grand Palace, of all of the best minds, the most experienced scholars, the Archmage, the....” He shook his head just a little. “I think that you get the gist of it. Oh, I want the Thieves Guild and the Dark Brotherhood to be represented along with the less evil of the Daedric Princesses. Of course the Divines, the Mages Guild as already mentioned, the Battlemages Guild and even the least evil of the necromancer factions, that scholar group who learns but does not practice necromancy. I want the military, the Divine Orders...”

 

A very soft shimmering, shivering, effect went through the chamber, through everything and everybody in the chamber.

 

Uriel Septum stood up. “I am going to my private rooms, that will now have to be extended thanks to my new handmaidens. They will come with me, of course. Perhaps they will have some answers to my questions.”

 

Ocato looked at the handmaidens, all still kneeling passively and quietly beautiful. “Aaahhh, for once I envy you, Sire!”

 

The Emperor smiled. “Perhaps, my long trusted friend, but there is always a price, always a price just as back with that last Imperial Battlemage! I must think!”

 

So the Emperor retired to his private rooms and the Blademaidens went with him. Ocato watched them depart, quietly admiring the adorable beauty of the Blademaidens, then he turned and paced smoothly out of the Dragonthrone Chamber. He did not noticeably rush and he even paused to speak briefly to Captain Elsa Renault who was in charge of the Blades. She was not very happy about the Bladekin, or the Blademaidens, that seemed to be getting between the Blades and the Emperor. Nor did she know who had what sort of authority over whom.

 

Ocato walked down a secondary hallway, paused, and then went behind a wall tapestry to a hidden alcove. There he found a golden metal skull, lifted it up to show four buttons that he pressed two of at the same time and then one other. A secret door opened and no knock out gas filled the alcove as would have happened if he had pressed the wrong buttons.

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NOTES TO BE ADDED/EDITED BELOW

 

ANY CHANGES TO THE GAME VERSION OF TAMRIEL ARE DUE TO REASONS EXPLAINED BY EVENTS OF THE GAME.

 

What can be killed, can be resurrected under the right conditions; this is true for a human, a dragon or even a Divine.

 

A of A TO Z

 

AEDRA: God Entities. Eight of the Nine Divines are Aedra.

ACNE: Terrible affliction often striking at unwary teenagers.

ALISARI: Prime Avatar of the Eternal Champion.

ALDMER: The First Mer People.

ALISSIA, EMPRESS: Famed historical Empress. Freer of Slaves.

ALMANAC: Multiple purpose publication of book. Can be a family heirloom because of the relatively high value of books.

ALTMER: One of the oldest of the Mer Peoples.

ALZMER: One of the oldest of the Mer Peoples. Unknown to most.

ATLAS: Book of maps. In Tamriel can be very valuable in terms of wealth and usefulness.

ANDROID: Biomechanical or other artificial or quasinatural humanoid mimicking natural humanoid. Exceptions are androids that are distinctively, openly, a kind of android.

ANNIE, LUCKYANNIE: One of the LuckyThirteen, the Thirteen of the Cursed Luck.

ANIMAL: Native, natural creature, fauna. Non magical or spiritual!

ANT, GIANT: Magically altered creature.

ANVIL: Royal City of Cyrodiil. Important port city on the Western Coast of Cyrodiil.

APEMER: Strange ape like Mer.

APPLE: Common fruit grown in parts of Tamriel and exported to others.

ARCANE MAGIC: Main form of magic used in the Empire.

ARCANE UNIVERSITY: Arcane magic university in the Grand Imperial City. At the start of the story is linked to the Archmage and the Mages Guild but becomes more independent with own Chancellor.

ARCHER: One who uses a bow or crossbow.

ARCHERY: Skill of using bows, crossbows; both a fighting art and form of hunting, along with a form of sports, across Tamriel and the Empire!

ARCHIES: Wandering band of young adult Bards.

ARCHMAGE: Leader of the Mages Guild.

ARKAY: One of the Nine Divines, God of Life and Death.

ARMOR: Protective layering as in body-armor or horse armor or natural creature armor. Can be magical in nature.

ARTISAN: Skilled worker.

ARTISANS GUILD: Guild of Artisans, of skilled workers.

ATRONACH: Elemental daedric creatures such as Fire Atronach, Ice Atronach and Peanut Atronach.

AVATAR: An expression, or manifestation, of a powerful entity of paranormal nature.

AYLEID: a Mer People who once ruled Cyrodiil.

AZURA: Daedric Princess of Dusk and Dawn.

 

Edited October 29, 2012 by Maharg67

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Ocato made sure the secret door, in the alcove, was sealed and locked behind himself. Only then did he turn and make his way along a narrow hallway tunnel, built more for concealment than comfort of travel. Dim light came from small clumps of glowcrystal growing on the ceiling. Twice he went past powerful magical wards; if he had not been one of the Chosen Ones, he would have suffered awfully or so went the theory. Imperial Elder Ocato, also an Imperial Battlemage, reminded himself to have the wards checked to make sure they were still going strong.

 

At the end of the hallway tunnel was a metal door but this was a trick, a trap, and he instead turned to a part of wall, to his left, that was a slightly faded circle. He placed both hands against it, palms flat against a large stone block in the centre of the faded circle. The block glowed softly and then he vanished with a sparkling shimmer.

 

Ocato never did like teleportation magic; it always seemed to make him feel horribly queasy. He appeared in a big chamber that was fairly well lit. In most ways it was just another typical Ayleid built, designed space, with Imperial fittings, furniture and even some decorations. Gray hood-robed figures were busy meditating or resting on basic wooden beds. Then there were the strange devices, the Dwemer mechanisms adapted with other knowledge, the slanted transparent cylinders filled with softly swirling yellow-white glowing mist and in the thirteen of them, naked young looking men and women. They looked at peace, the hairless humanoids with their beautiful golden or silvery or copperish hairless skin. Their eyes were closed but would have otherwise shown blackness.

 

When Imperial Battlemage Jagar Tharn betrayed Emperor Uriel Septum VII, replacing him and trapping him in an Oblivion Realm for ten years, Uriel Septum VII had experienced endless strange dreams. What he did not speak of to most was that during that time a number of secrets were revealed to him. Thus it was he found out about the LuckyThirteen and the GrayElders who secretly cared for them while they slept endlessly. The Emperor made a deal. The Empire would secretly support, protect, the GrayElders and the LuckyThirteen. In exchange, when the need was great, one or more of the LuckyThirteen would be awoken to serve the Empire.

 

Ocato went to that chamber at least once a month, more than he had to, just to look at those young looking people of impossibly old age. The GrayElders were always there, often meditating or softly chanting. They said both helped soothe the LuckyCursed and 'something' had Ocato believing them. Around the wall were also alcoves with small shrines to all of the Nine Divines.

 

Nobody knew the origin of these strange youthful people, not even the LuckyThirteen themselves. The GrayElders had many theories but had to admit that all they knew fully was that their distant ancestors had belonged to a compassionate religious order to whom the LuckyThirteen had come to for assistance. The ancestors had been amazed by what the LuckyThirteen told them but they had not hesitated and so had begun the Tradition of the GrayCompact. It was the LuckyThirteen who created the cylinders and other mechanisms and who trained the first of the GrayElders to maintain them and to guard them with new powers granted to them by the LuckyThirteen.

 

One of the LuckyThirteen, known as the Eternal Champion, had gone back in time to save Emperor Uriel Septum VII from the traitor Imperial Battlemage, killing Jagar Tharn in the process. She went back because she had to do so to avoid trouble with time, with fate.

 

Timespace travel, shapeshifting, quasimagic and other such powerful tricks were normal to the LuckyThirteen. To the Empire they had become highly powerful weapons, tools, that had to be used with extreme care.

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Ocato looked at the alcoves with the shrines of the Nine Divines. “Those are new but look very old, as if they have always been there.”

 

GrayElder Karold stepped forward. “They appeared just hours ago and yet give the impression they have been here for thousands of years. They seem to be a form of protection, of support and also of perception of what is going on here. The Nine Divines have always known about the LuckyThirteen, the LuckyCursed. The Nine Divines intervened to soften the dreaming of the Emperor, while he was trapped in that Realm of Oblivion, and to provide him with information. It was all they could do but justice was done in the end or so TalosSofia told me when she visited about an hour ago.”

 

Ocato snorted. “Well, the Emperor said that the secret LuckyThirteen could never be kept from the Nine Divines and he never meant to do so. It is others that he was worried about such as the Daedric Princes.”

 

Karold frowned softly. “A wise move, then! Not all of the Daedric Princes would be of threat. Azura has a soft spot for the LuckyThirteen, strangely enough. Others though, such as MehrunesDagon and MolagBal, hate them because they fear them and can not stand to fear anybody.”

 

Ocato examined the thirteen figures. “Did TalosSofia speak of what happened in the Dragonthrone Chamber?”

 

“Yes!” Karold snorted. “She spoke of the tomes that she passed onto the Empire to use. We would appreciate being able to study one of those.”

 

“I will have three copies of the tome delivered to you. Your amazing knowledge, and skills of research, will achieve much.” The Imperial Battlemage was obviously thoughtful. “Have you been contacted by the inexplicable QCouncil?”

 

Karold shook his head. “No but we expect to be so contacted soon, considering what has been happening. How many of the LuckyThirteen would you have us wake and who of them?”

 

Ocato frowned. “One of the three Secondaries, perhaps LuckyEddie or LuckyEssie.”

 

The QCouncil, of QElders, was an very ancient and deeply mysterious institution whose purpose was barely understood even by the elder wise ones. It was known that they did provide information and other forms of support to various causes, at rare time, including to the Empire. They had contacted the GrayElders a few times and, when they were awake, the LuckyThirteen many more times than that. There was definitely a strong, but cryptic, link between the QCouncil and the LuckyThirteen. The QCouncil also seemed to have ancient links with the Divines, the Daedric Princes and other greater immortals of great power.

 

Karold spoke quietly this time. “We will meditate upon this matter. You may stay here while we do so for we will probably take no more than an hour to gain an answer, which is normal.”

 

Ocato did not wish to offend the GrayElders and he could not do much in an hour. Also it was best to keep going to, and leaving, that secret place to a minimum for security reasons. So he settled down on a chair and waited. Three hours later the GrayElders were able to provide him with an answer. In time all of the LuckyThirteen would be awoken but at first only the Three Secondaries would be.

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All of the LuckyThirteen would awaken? This was, according to the GrayElders, something that had never happened since the LuckyThirteen had come to them and the GrayCompact had begun. Great troubles were coming as ancient, powerful, mostly forgotten forces were on the rise again. The Daedric King had broken from his prison. The One True Divine was returning. The Daedric Princes, and Nine Divines, were greatly disturbed by what was happening.

 

Ocato departed and made arrangements to send three copies of the tome, Tome of MythicDawn Truths, to be delivered to the GrayElders. He learned that the Emperor was with the Blademaidens, was reading through a copy of the same tome. When Ocato took a look at a copy, of the tome, he was soon bewildered. The reading of a tome, as written by the Divines, was not like reading a book as written by mortals. Yet something seemed to trigger a particular train of ideas, of memories, and he had learned that this was how such tomes often did work.

 

Ocato called for a meeting of the Imperial Elder Council. Only one Imperial Elder could not make it for he was in the city of Bravil on council business. So the remaining Imperial Elders assembled in the big informal Imperial Elders Council Meeting Chamber. Ocato had written some notes on his memories, on his impressions, that had come from reading the tome. It was this: the Province of Highcora, a great pass between Skyrim and Cyrodiil, had one odd distinction from other Provinces. There they also had temples, only a few, to the TrueDivine but they did not worship at those temples so much as seek to placate that deity, to keep it 'sleeping' in deep peaceful dreaming 'slumber'. This was true in Western Highcora with the Ozdanes and Ozmer there and true in Eastern Highcora with the Ayleid and Ozmer there. It was whispered, darkly, that there were also two temples, one on either side of Highcora, devoted to the even more mysterious Daedric King and Daedric Queen.

 

The Imperial Elders had learned that such 'coincidences' were too often not coincidences at all, not when it came to dealing with deities.

 

Ocato had passed out briefings, of facts about Highcora and the temples of the Daedric King and Queen, of the TrueDivine. The others were well learned but, like himself, knew surprisingly little about these matters or even about Highcora itself.

 

Arizata, oldest of them and an Altmer who lacked typical Altmeri arrogance, sat in the philosopher's robes of the House of Philosophy, a not very well known place in the Grand Imperial City. She was looking concerned, which was concerning for she was rarely other than calm in her expressions. “With care, I would state the hypothesis that a change has taken place to the whole of Tamriel and more, though I am not sure of the extent of the change. There was, but was no, Highcora before the change took place to reach back through history, to alter the very geography of our world. Tamriel was vast and is now vaster. There are more Provinces though I think the 'new' ones are all smaller than the 'old' ones, which is an ironic statement of course because now all of them are 'old' Provinces.”

 

Ocato nodded. “We seem to know less about the 'new Provinces that are not new' than the 'old Provinces that are old'. I am getting a headache! I suggest we investigate the additional Provinces to find out how many of them have secretive temples of the kind found in Highcora but that we also do so for the other Provinces. What are the additional Provinces? There is Highcora, between Skyrim and Cyrodiil. There are the Havenlands, a great archipelago of islands to the east of Tamriel, of BlackMarsh and Morrowind.”

 

Imperial Elder Shaun shook his head. “Havenlands, amazing, I either forgot all about them or did not actually know about them. Amazing! I am also getting a headache!”