SUPER TAMRIEL EPIC

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SUPER TAMRIEL SAGA

0009(0001)0009: LUCKYTHIRTEEN: HOW THINGS CHANGED

 

Imperial Elder Tarisha spoke. “I come from the Havenlands.”

 

The others turned and looked at her, realizing that not only 'new old' Provinces had appeared but also 'new old' people and probably much else besides. Imperial Elder Tarisha was 'new old'.

 

Tarisha looked uncomfortable. “Would you kindly not look at me as if I am some kind of freak.”

 

The others looked apologetic and Ocato, as head of the council, spoke. “Our goals are broadened! We must find out what is 'old old' and what is 'new old' along with what is 'new new' like the arrival of the Bladekin and the Blademaidens.”

 

Tarisha frowned softly. “The Templedom is 'new new'. It is a major change to the Grand Imperial City and yet very few seem to take any great notice of it.”

 

Arizata shook her head. “The Grand Imperial City, Imperiarna, was called the Imperial City and was much smaller though still very large. The island itself is much larger and is 'now' called Imperiarda. There is the Imperial Overcity, the city proper, the Midcity and then the deep, mysterious Undercity based in the ancient, abandoned Ayleid supercity. Much of the city is Ayleid architecture but that of the Overcity and Midcity is not typical of Ayleid architecture while that of the Undercity is. The Overcity architecture reflects the Aldmer built WhiteGoldTower in appearance. The Midcity is different again. Most strange! Yes, I am also starting to suffer with a headache. I suggest that we find a place which gives us a 'neutrality' of sorts from the outside world. The one place that seems to have that effect is the WhiteGoldTower.”

 

So they walked to the WhiteGoldTower and settled into the big formal meeting chamber of the Imperial Elder Council. The headaches slipped away. Tarisha seemed slightly discomforted at first but it passed.

 

So a big session began. They sent for water, drink, food, maps, books, experts to answer questions, a priestess, a mage, a Legionary Officer and so on. They had a large map spread out where they could all see it with reasonable ease. The Imperial Elders wrote notes, argued, debated more calmly, drew up comparative lists and then changed them. When they were done they had counted at least nine new Provinces, three Protectorates, at least a thousand 'new old' individuals along with 'new old' cities, other settlements, areas, guilds, universities, military forces, the DemiDivines and SemiDivines and much else.

 

By the time the session ended the Imperial Elders were quite exhausted and yet not fully convinced that they had obtained the right picture of just what was going on. How could they when they were dealing with fundamental shifts in reality, in history, and they were only mortals?

 

It was only then that they realized, with different levels of shock, that a stranger had been assisting them under the guise of one Imperial Elder TommiTomo. He had aided them greatly in helping to reassure people they were speaking truth, in gently guiding people to answers but he had not once found any answers for the others.

 

Arizata smiled at TommiTomo. She had not been surprised at all. “We welcome your assistance, old friend. It is needed greatly.”

 

TommiTomo smiled at the others. “As a greater immortal, I come to gladly assist you and myself.”

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SUPER TAMRIEL SAGA

0010(0001)0010: LUCKYTHIRTEEN: HOW THINGS CHANGED

 

TommiTomo was hard to describe because he was very bland at the same time as being a powerful commanding presence if he chose to be one. He did not speak much of himself and nobody there got the urge to even ask him much about himself. Yet there was something about him that spoke with out words, that stated he was no Divine Entity or Daedric Entity or other form of holy or unholy deity. No, he was something else that had always been, was amazingly real now that they focused on him, and would always be.

 

TommiTomo was an envoy for the QCouncil with the title of QEnvoy but he was not one of the QElders as such. He spoke some more. “The QCouncil is in the same, general, situation as you are. Even they are forced to assess carefully what has happened to so influence timespace, to alter Tamriel including its history and geography. I traveled back through time in order to try to understand what was happening, to find any possible 'starting' point for the 'changes'. It goes way back to the Mythic Era.”

 

He sighed. “You need to add the Skylands, the Sealands and the Underlands to your list. The Skylands float way above us but do not block the sunshine and are more than invisible to us. The Sealands are a great chain of big islands that mostly vanish beneath the waters at high tide only to be mostly above the waters at low tide. The Underlands are cavernlands and huge cave systems way below but are not to be confused with the Nirn Underworld. Secunda and Masser are populated but of that I will say no more of that. There are the Oblivion Realms of the Grand Daedra, but more of them, and also the Divine Realms of the Divines. Both show, faintly, as Celestial Orbs in orbit around Nirn but that appearance can be deceptive of the true nature of those Celestial Realms.”

 

TommiTomo went on. “The Dwemer, those who survived the stupidity of their ancestors, are less arrogant now, less infatuated with their steammagic devices, and dwell in the Tamriellan Underlands in peaceful alliance with other peoples, including other Mer, humans and others both known and unknown up here in the Tamriellan Midworld. The Tamriellan Overworld is made up of the Skylands and some other, extremely exotic, realms. What happened to the Dwemer is something that I am unable to discuss at this time.”

 

TommiTomo paused before speaking again. “There are new species and subspecies, new races, new factions. You know of the winged humans, the aviaviins.”

 

“Of course we do!” Imperial Elder Jonah spoke but then looked startled and sighed. “I see what you mean. There are the merrans, the aquatic humans with mammalian tales, the amphibious humans of the diomerns and others but...”

 

“But somehow most of history flows much the same, the Empire somehow remains the Empire and the very exotic tends to be more isolated and in the minority.” TommiTomo took over. “The majority peoples are 'still' mainly the Bretons, the Redguards, the Altmer, the Dunmer and other like them though there are 'now' Cyrodilins and Imperiats while Imperial means any Citizen, Semicitizen or Demicitizen of the Empire.”

 

A strange shimmering effect went through all of them, the building, everything.

 

TommiTomo spoke again. “Aaahhh, yes, as the QCouncil feared would happen, you are not totally absorbed into the 'new old' reality.”

 

The Imperial Elders were all staring ahead, were staring into mid air, into nothingness. Except that then both Ocato and Arizata shook themselves, as if waking from a dream, and looked around at TommiTomo; there was hope!

Edited October 29, 2012 by Maharg67

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NOTES TO BE ADDED/EDITED BELOW

 

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

 

B of A TO Z

 

BAANECOSA: Small magical industrial city famed for its production/repair of soulstones.

BANK: Branch of the Bankers Guild.

BANKERS GUILD: Guild of Bankers who store funds, keep records, make limited investments, give limited loans etc.

BARD: Musical entertainer but also oral historian of sorts. Often reflecting spiritual, political and other views.

BARDS ACADEMY: Special bards place of learning in Skyrim.

BARDS GUILD: Guild of Bards.

BAT: Flying creature, nocturnal, often found in caves.

BATBALL: Popular sports in some parts of Tamriel.

BATHHOUSE: Establishment offering hot baths to customers. Come in different ranges of expense and luxury from charity bathhouses to elite bathhouses.

BAURUS: Young Blade, an elite warrior serving the Emperor as one of the Blades.

BEAR: Kind of animal found across Tamriel with some variations.

BEER: Common form of alcoholic beverage found across Tamriel.

BEGGAR: Poor person begging for coinage on streets of cities and other, larger, settlements.

BLADE: Elite warriors serving the Emperor.

BLADEKIN: Lesser divine entities created by Talos of the Nine Divines. Bladehulks, Bladekynes and Bladenoids.

BLADEMAIDENS: Lesser divine entities, handmaidens, created by Talos of the Nine Divines to serve Emperor Uriel Septum VII.

BOETHIAH: Daedric Prince.

BOLT: Crossbow projectile but can also be a magical projectile or a bolt on a door.

BOOK: Form of recorded informed with binding and covering.

BRAVIL: Royal City of Cyrodiil.

BRETON: Human native to the Province of HighRock.

BRUMA: Royal City of Cyrodiil.

BUNYUP: Monster creature, amphibious, found in waters in parts of Highcora.

Edited October 30, 2012 by Maharg67

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SUPER TAMRIEL SAGA

0011(0001)0011: LUCKYTHIRTEEN: HOW THINGS CHANGED

 

All of the Imperial Elders proved strong enough of mind to overcome the influences that were absorbing most of the peoples of the Empire, of Tamriel, and perhaps beyond. They had been chosen partly for their strong psychic strength, their enduring will power.

 

Yet they were rapidly becoming isolated as others gave in. People began to arrive at the WhiteGoldTower as if somehow 'sensing' it was a sanctuary of some kind. They sometimes came in suffering as if from some kind of mental affliction but soon became healed of it. They often brought animals with them, possession, supplies and other items. At times the items were quite unusual like the man who brought five wooden broom handles with him and not much else; not even he could say why he had done so.

 

The Emperor entered the WhiteGoldTower through an underground tunnel and an entrance that not many knew about. He came fast but brought the Blademaidens, two Concubines that very few people knew existed, Bladekin, Blades, Imperial Servitors, Imperial Servants, pets, families and others who just happened to be willingly brought along.

 

He soon explained that a False Emperor was sitting on the Dragonthrone, was wearing the Amulet of Kings, but was doing so with his permission. TalosSofia had returned to the Imperial Court and had warned all that the Nine Divines were facing a powerful threat that they were having difficulty dealing with. The Nine Divines were fighting a subtle kind of war as they, and the unknown enemy, battled to alter reality against each other. The great irony was that the vast majority of people did not seem to know anything strange was happening though animals seemed to be acting strangely.

 

A stalemate was starting to take place and Tamriel was starting to settle down, the strange changes dwindling to a halt. The question was, what would happen next? Would a next phase of a war, between powerful greater immortals, begin? If so, what form would it take?

 

The Emperor would rule through false proxies, with the assistance of the Imperial Elders Council who would also have their false proxies to deal through. Others would assist them, guard them or just live inside the WhiteGoldTower. It was not a prospect that most welcomed, the tower being very tall but relatively thin. Then people learned that there were many underground levels, a great cylinder plunging deep into the earth that was three times wider than the tower itself and just as tall. Up in the tower windows would allow them to look out and there were even some semi-enclosed balconies and decks that could be used; people would need to live down inside the cylinder. Many areas were sealed off to all but a few and many of those would remain so.

 

People used the spiral rampway to go up and down. The spiral rampway was known as the WhiteGoldSpiral for it was quasimagical and it assisted people to go up and down effortlessly and for other such movement also. The imperial house cats were soon exploring the length of the WhiteGoldSpiral. The Bladekin, and Blades, began patrolling the WhiteGoldSpiral while sentries stood in place through out the WhiteGoldTower.

 

Then a quietness settled across the Empire that was unusual in that even normal violence seemed to diminish. Bandits, werewolves, vampires and other threats seemed to be less active. The Stormcloaks, in Skyrim, ceased to raid Imperial Outposts and skirmishes between them, and Legionaries, ceased. The same pattern was repeated not just in the Empire proper but in Protectorates of semiautonomous nature such as Argonia that took up Eastern BlackMarsh. It should have caused the Emperor, the Imperial Elders, and others to be pleased but the 'feel' of the situation was somehow 'wrong'. It was like a great calm that came before a terrible storm.

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SUPER TAMRIEL SAGA

0012(0001)0012: LUCKYTHIRTEEN: HOW THINGS CHANGED

 

The moving of the LuckyThirteen, the GrayElders, all the exotic devices, normal equipment and supplies, of other life and items, was done by shifting the chambers into part of the WhiteGoldTower. The chambers, and contents, vanished. Despite being prepared for it to happen, the GrayElders found the shifting to be somewhat disorientating. TommiTomo helped with the shifting as did the Nine Divines. Then it was done! The LuckyThirteen, the GrayElders and others, who lived with them, had the protection of the WhiteGoldTower.

 

The Imperial Grand Reformation began. The Arcane University was renamed the Grand Imperial University and removed away from the Mages Guild. A new Arcane University was opened up using a complex of fortified buildings outside of Imperiarna but still on the Grand Imperial Island of Imperiarda. The buildings were ancient, strong, very roomy but needed a great deal of work done on them. They also had to be cleansed of wraiths, evil ghosts, bandits and other menaces. The Arcane University was to be ruled by a New Arcane Chancellor. The whole move was clearly aimed at weakening the power of the Mages Guild and the importance of arcane magic but the Mages Guild could do little about it. The Emperor made it clear that if the Mages Guild, the Arcane University, did not willingly go along with the changes, they would be forced to do so.

 

Bladekin, and Blades, assisted the Mages Guild to start cleansing out the new Arcane University Campus. As an act of defiance, the Arcane University created the Arcane Guild to represent the mages, of the Arcane University, and then affiliated it with the Mages Guild.

 

While the changes began with the Arcane University, the new Arcane Guild, the Mages Guild and the new Grand Imperial University, other changes began to be made. The Orderhood of Divinity was created to absorb all of the Orders of the Divine. The Orderhood would be based in just part of the massive Templedom that was to be called the Orderdom.

 

There were sightings of dragons in more isolated parts of Skyrim. An Imperial Aeronavy Airship flying patrols in one of those areas confirmed a sighting of a great big black dragon. It was not just a mortal dragon but a MythicDragon of magical attacks, defenses and other trickery. Word was sent at once to the Imperium and thus to the WhiteGoldTower.

 

A big sailship, a merchant-trader, spotted a mighty kraken that thankfully did not attack. The kraken were mighty squid like creatures and that kraken was many times bigger than the sailship, could have smashed it with ease. That was sailing into Anvil Harbor, inside Imperial Waters and far too close to an important city for the liking of the Empire.

 

Then came strange reports of wildfolk, transmigrating out of the Empire proper into ancient Wildfolk Treaty Reserves that Imperial Law forbade any Imperials from entering. There were goblinfolk, minotaurs, trolls, centaurs, true elves, gnomes and many other kinds. Many Imperials were happy to see them go but others were worried about what the transmigration meant. Why were the wildfolk going to their ancient homelands, to their deep sanctuaries; just what did they fear especially when things had been so quiet lately?

 

The reality altering war between powerful entities was over but troubling ramifications began to emerge as time passed. For some time the Mages Guild, and other factions, had been converting from the use of soulstones to the use of crystalstones. Along with it they were ceasing to use narkane, the magic of soulstones, and using 'arcane elemental magic' with the crystalstones. The Divine Orders had been against the use of soulstones for centuries. Yet many still used soulstones, even prospered from their use. Then began the Soulstone Calamity!

 

HERE ENDS CHAPTER ONE: HOW THINGS CHANGED

Edited October 31, 2012 by Maharg67

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HERE STARTS CHAPTER TWO: THE SOULSTONE CALAMITY

 

SUPER TAMRIEL SAGA

0013(0002)0001: LUCKYTHIRTEEN: SOULSTONE CALAMITY

 

Baanecosa was not a city that JackOman liked. There was something worse than 'gray about it, something that depressed the spirit, that was reflected in the dullness, drabness of its buildings, the lack of gardens, the dullness and passive aggression of most of its people. It was so bad that local villagers, and townies, did their business at another small city though it was further away. Only few merchants came there to buy soulstones and they staid just outside the city walls in what was known as the Visitors District. Most business was conducted there. This suited the cityfolk fine for they did not welcome outsiders. The cloudiness of the sky did not help the grayness; it was midday.

 

JackOman wore the appearance of a local worker not just in the gear he wore but in the slow, plodding way that he walked with his head down, his eyes on the ground ahead of him. Other workers, men and women, trudged along the pathways. Tough small ponies pulled wagons of stuff. Scowling prostitutes openly flouted their trade, exposing parts of their bodies to men passing by with no apparent modesty at all. Only some men seemed interested and only some of those went off with a prostitute, vanishing into a dimly lit laneway.

 

JackOman had always been drawn to impending great trouble and now he had been drawn to Baanecosa, a small city specializing in the magical industry of making soulstones, repairing soulstones and trading soulstones. Soulstones came from the Mythic Era and the only way they could be made was from soulstone fragments or soulstone dust or both. Baanecosa was also a center of narkane magic, being soulstone and soul trap magic, and upgraded soulstones or fixed them in ways the magic-artisans were not able to do. That work was carried out by narkane mages who were whispered to either have close links with necromancers or to be necromancers.

 

Necromancers seemed to be drawn to the city and a relatively large amount of necromancers came from Baanecosa. The city was also infamous for its relatively high rate of murders, brutal muggings, suicides, insanity and dead bodies turning into zombies. Indeed it was local custom to both behead and thrust a steel needle into the brain of a dead person before they were buried or put into the catacombs below the city.

 

Yet some very great people had also come from Baanecosa, almost as if compensating for the general effect of the metropolis. Others left to escape its influences, often becoming Followers of the Divine or anti-necromancers of other kinds. Many from from the city had led campaigns against the use of soulstones and narkane magic.

 

Suddenly he was looking at the dark center of the city, a great brooding structure of ugly metal, stained hardwoods and blackened looking stone. It was hard to define by looking at it, being a series of structures almost blending into each other. It was like some terrible prison, fortress and evil temple blended together. Chimneys gave out streams of strange, softly glimmering smoke. Hammering noises came from it, muffled but still loud enough to show such sounds must have been deafening inside. Baanecosa kept its secrets tightly to itself except that JackOman knew at least some of those secrets, was deeply disgusted by them.

 

Large, hulking, Baanecosa Guardsmen strode by. One of the three, heavily armed and armored figures, was actually a woman. What surprised JackOman was that he quickly picked up that they were nervous when normally the Guardsmen, of the city, were over confident of their power. Also they normally only went patrolling in pairs. The Guardsmen kept looking around, while trying to pretend they were not, but they were not looking at the people of the city, which they normally would have been.

 

Yes, something was happening in the city that made it worse than normal, which was alarming.

Edited October 31, 2012 by Maharg67

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SUPER TAMRIEL SAGA

0014(0002)0002: LUCKYTHIRTEEN: SOULSTONE CALAMITY

 

A metal door slammed open in a gray brick building and out racing a wild acting woman in the mage's robe typically used by narkane mages. At first it seemed that she was clutching tightly a green glimmering soulstone in her left hand as if not wanting to let go of it but it quickly became obvious she was trying to get rid of it and could not do so. Her hand was melding into the soulstone as it glowed, and pulsated, with bizarre intense purple-black energies. She screamed an incredibly awful scream, shuddered and then shimmered strangely to become an undead entity that was no rotting, leathery skinned zombie but was worse because it looked more normal in some ways.

 

The creature was glistening, glimmering and surrounded by a glimmering sickly green mist that clung close to her body. She cried out in enraged agony, exposing long translucent fangs, her eyes now bloody red in color. Effortlessly she turned and slammed a bigger figure, a man, through the air. With a cry of fear, of shock, he struck the ground.

 

JackOman slipped out a softly white glowing orb and hurled it at the zombinoid, something far more terrible than a dozen zombies, and it exploded briefly into flames engulfing only its body. Then it burned away along with its clothes and other gear to leave only a slight dust in the air.

 

JackOman cursed softly to himself. Soulstones were potentially dangerous, yes, especially black soulstones, but they should not be able to create zombinoids like that. Then he remembered that the soulstone the woman had been holding had seemed somehow to be different from 'normal' soulstones. The color had been wrong and also the 'feel' of it had been more disturbing than even that of black soulstones.

 

Just what had been going on in that damned city?

 

People were running along the street now or just curling up tight against walls as if giving up. Most just stared around in dull shock, did not seem to know what to do. As brutal as they were, at least the Guardsmen were racing to deal with the trouble. Some pelted past him clutching weapons. He heard the muffled sounds of savage battle taking place that including the noises of destructive magic being used.

 

He walked through the doorway that the woman had come out of and stopped in appalled amazement at what he confronted. Hundreds of the bizarre soulstones were neatly placed in soulstone racks. Now all were glowing, pulsating. Two robed men were using narkane magestaffs were striking at a zombinoid but not trying to use narkane magic to control it. They were not trained staff fighters and it showed. The former man, a Cyrodilin, smashed one of the narkane mages so hard that it killed him. The body hit the ground. The other narkane mage turned to run but the zombinoid caught him and held him effortlessly while it thrust a glowing soulstone onto the back of the head of its victim. In seconds there was a second zombinoid.

 

JackOman slipped out his divine magical longsword and jumped forward with amazing speed, agility and skill. The blade swept through the air, decapitating the two monsters and they burned away, burning away their robes with them.

 

JackOman held the sword in his right hand, lifted up his left hand and summoned forth a divine magical glowing sphere of white light. He hurled it at a large number of the green glimmering soulstones. There was a great flash of white light and a brief, strange moaning sound. Then the whole chamber felt better somehow. Two smaller, divine magical light, spheres took care of the other glimmering soulstones in that room.

Edited October 31, 2012 by Maharg67

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SUPER TAMRIEL SAGA

0015(0002)0003: LUCKYTHIRTEEN: SOULSTONE CALAMITY

 

JackOman searched for clues to what was going on and found a large sheet of paper stuck to a thick wooden door. In Cyrodilic in instructed narkane mage-artisans, other artisans, semiskilled workers and narkane mages to be careful while working with the new kind of soulstones. The soulstones were not to be handled with out the use of special gloves or tongs. Anybody found breaking the rules would be dealt with harshly.

 

New kind of soulstones?

 

The warm, strong female voice spoke deep in his mind.

 

=-=The LuckyThirteen summoned you here and you came despite that you could have refused for you have more than paid your redemption contract.

 

He shrugged, inwardly, knowing that this was true but he had become bored with his life in the Divine Realm of Compassionate Redemption that was also known as DiviniaAldala. The great sized DiviniaAldala was part of the far vaster Divine Realm of Divinia. He would return to DiviniaAldala when his work was done assisting the LuckyThirteen or maybe even before that for rest and recovery. Though he did not like to admit it he had come to love the LuckyThirteen, to admire them and to want to serve them.

 

=-=Glimmering soulstones are not a new type of soulstone. All soulstones were once of this kind. Truth is that only the glimmering soulstones actually trap souls for other kinds only trap life energies, though they can do temporary damage to souls. Narkane magic is not really soul-trap magic at all but only spirit energy entrapment magic. You should know this!

 

He knew it but he still hated soulstones of all kinds, even if those that did not really trap souls. He was astonished that even so called good people had not only allowed the use of such for centuries but had actually used soulstones themselves.

 

=-=When people grow up with something being perceived as 'normal' it is often very difficult for them to see the truth of what is going on. Still, many in the Empire have turned against narkane magic and the use of soulstones. More were doing so! That would have worried the people of Baanecosa, especially the powerful, greedy ones profiting the most.

 

That would be the Baanecosan Elders and the Baanecosa Mercantile Guild as affiliated with the Imperial Mercantile Guild Corporation that was not to be confused with the Imperial Grand Merchant Traders Guild. The Imperial Guild Corporations were based in the Royal City of Prosperata of the 'Pocket Province; of Prosperana between Cyrodiil and the Imperial BlackMarsh. They were not the Imperial Grand Guilds as based in Imperiarna, the Grand Imperial City. Baanecosa was in Prosperana but quite close to its border with Cyrodiil. It was fairly close to the small Imperial City of Corosondz of Prosperana. It was said that while Corosondz officially controlled Prosperana, that in reality Prosperata controlled Prosperana.

 

A man ran into the chamber in blind panic with something clinging to his back. It looked like a green glimmering mist thing of tentacles almost like a flattened octopus in shape. Even as the worker cried out the glimmering thing entered the man. The man fell to the floor writhing and then died, burning away, destroying himself and the thing. Why, because he refused to give in to the glimmervist and thus the glimmervist perished with the man. The next man who came in was grim faced and angry. JackOman 'sensed' this was one whom no glimmering soulstone, or glimmervist, could possess or turn into a zombinoid. The man scowled at JackOman. “The 'Voice' said I should work with you.”

Edited October 31, 2012 by Maharg67

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NOTES TO BE ADDED/EDITED BELOW

 

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

 

C of A TO Z

 

CHANCELLOR OF THE IMPERIAL TREASURY: Highest rank of the Imperial Treasury.

CHEYDINHAL: Royal City of Cyrodiil.

CHORRAL: Royal City of Cyrodiil.

CIDER: Alcoholic drink made from apples but can also be non alcoholic.

COFFEE: Imported from the Havenlands this beverage can be served hot or cold and is becoming more popular in the Empire.

CONAN THE BARBARIAN: Part of a new transmigration to Skyrim from the far north.

 

Edited November 3, 2012 by Maharg67

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SUPER TAMRIEL SAGA

0016(0002)0004: LUCKYTHIRTEEN: SOULSTONE CALAMITY

 

The man was one Terret Banefa who was born in the city but who not only had come to hate it but had joined a secret network set on exposing the terrible secrets and dark crimes of Baanecosa. They called themselves the Baanecosan Concerned Citizens Association as a cover and most others treated them as a joke. They had caused some damage to the powers in control of the city, to those profiting from the business and industry of the city, many of whom did not dwell in the place.

 

Terret Banefa frowned. “What information we sent to the Mages Guild help convince them to turn against narkane magic and the use of soulstones. Unfortunately we could not get enough evidence for the Imperium to act against Baanecosa. Baanecosa makes masses of profits and there are many powerful, wealthy, influential factions who want to keep those profits flowing. That is the main reason that the city has kept flourishing. Yet the Empire is turning away from the use of both soulstones, and narkane magic, and thus the influence of this small city is declining.”

 

Terret scowled. “We have, over many years, allowed many people to escape from the city and have done the same for animals that were to be the victims of terrible experiments. The narkane mages here began to try to develop new potions that would create people who were immortal, that is 'almost undead but also living'. You have heard of the so called living dead, well these are supposedly the living undead. I wish my knowledge of such things was more extensive but even I know that this idea is insanely evil and dangerous.”

 

JackOman frowned. “I am going to send you to the Grand Imperial City, to the WhiteGoldTower itself, using ancient and secret means to do so. The only way I send you safely is to put you into a trance so that you can survive the teleportation process.”

 

Terret frowned but then shrugged. “The 'Voice' said that I could trust you.”

 

JackOman looked into the other man's eyes for a few seconds and the other froze, staring into nothingness. Then JackOman placed a middle finger, a fingertip, against Terret Banefa's forehead. After a few seconds he nodded and he withdrew his hand. Then he took a golden-white glowing crystal-flower from a special pouch and pressed it against Terret's forehead. At once Terret shuddered horribly, made a strange moaning noise and a glimmervist flowed out of his body; it was trying to escape but it perished, burned away with sparkling white light.

 

=-=Excellent! You have done that well in saving Terret from a terrible fate while destroying the glimmervist that partly possessed him, guiding him but still leaving him enough independence so that he did not discover the truth. The trouble is that glimmervists should not be so clever so clearly some intelligence is teaching them, is guiding them. The other trouble is that I was not the 'Voice' that told Terret to come find you so we are facing a cunning, powerful, dangerous foe that I doubt is mortal. Put a QBand on the human and the QCouncil will make sure he gets safely to the WhiteGoldTower. He could not be fully possessed by the glimmervist because he is a follower of the Daedric Princess Meridia. Odd that one such should be here; she hates undeath and the undead.

 

The QCouncil did not normally intervene directly in mortal affairs; that they were doing so was a strong indicator that matters had become most dangerous. JackOman put the QBand around the man's head and then, with a sparkling shimmer, Terret Banefa vanished.

 

=-=Terret Banefa has materialized in a Safe Receptor Chamber in the WhiteGoldTower. TommiTomo has gone to him and is doing some mind, body, spirit healing on him. What would you do now?

 

JackOman thought for a moment and then realized he knew where Terret Banefa lived. He would go there and see if he could learn more about the Baanecosan Concerned Citizens Association.

Edited October 31, 2012 by Maharg67