Hey! This is gonna be a simple Side Project I'll be working on in between Chapters for other Fanfics. I'm a little iffy on Elder Scrolls lore these days, so if I mess anything up, feel free to tell me! Otherwise, I'll be using UESP for references. Hope you guys enjoy! -TheThing12
"Alright, my Servan-... I mean Men!" A latino skinned Male stood at the end of a longtable. He had brown eyes and semi-long black hair. With Imperial Palace Guard armor on, he used his Silver Sword to point to a map of Tamriel.
"The meeting of the Provinces of Tamriel has begun!"
That was Cyrodiil. He was sort of the boss.
Around the table, the other Provinces sat down, listening to what he had to say.
"HANG ON!" Another Male stood up, he had somewhat long blonde hair and blue eyes. He pointed directly towards another person sitting across from him.
This person was an Orc, with a rugged body and green skin. But I'm pretty sure you know what Orcs look like.
"What the hell is Orsinium doing here?! He's not even a Province!"
"Calm your Breton-ass down, High Rock!" Orsinium stood up as he slammed his fist into the table. "I'm allowed to represent the Orcs!"
"Like hell you are! You tortured my people for years with your little raids!"
As High Rock and Orsinium went at it, another Province to High Rock's side let out a sigh.
This Province has dark brown skin and brown eyes. Hammerfell.
"High Rock, what's up with you? I don't like him much either, but you're supposed to be the Diplomatic one here!"
"/He's/ the Diplomatic one?!"
Another Province spoke. A tall blonde haired Man with pointy ears stood up. He wore a Mage's robe and a staff was slung across his back.
"I'm the only one with any sense, here! The rest of you are just idiots just waiting to be conquered!"
"Shut up, Summerset Isles! I'm still pissed at you about the whole War thing in the Second Era!" High Rock once again spoke up.
"The throne was empty and Me, Elsweyr, and Valenwood just took the chance!"
He pointed to two individuals. One was a rather short brown haired girl with point ears, green eyes and a bow slung across her back. She simply sighed and tapped on the wooden table.
The other was a cat-like man with a tiger like pattern across his fur. He reached into his pocket and slyly pulled out a bottle of Skooma while everyone was distracted.
"Hey! My guys did just as good as your guys!" At that moment, a brown haired man stood up, his eyes were a light blue and a beard was shown across his face. He wore fur armor and a large sword was on his back. Skyrim.
"Me, Morrowind, and Black Marsh would have kicked your asses if Cyrodiil didn't step in!"
To his left, a blue skinned girl with red eyes sat next to a reptilian like man.
"It's Argonia, actually." He casually put his input in.
"Alright! Narrator time! So, during the Second Era, Cyrodiil was weakened and all the other Provinces tried to claim the Ruby Throne so that they would be the Superior Province! Three teams were formed: High Rock, Orsinium, and Hammerfell formed the Daggerfall Covenant! Which, by the way, was the first real time High Rock and Orsinium could get along. Anyways, Skyrim, Morrowind, and Black Marsh(Or, Argonia as he likes to be called), formed the Ebonheart Pack. Finally, Summerset Isles, Elsweyr, and Valenwood formed the Aldmeri Dominion. These three alliances fought each other over Cyrodiil to gain control. Meanwhile, poor Cyrodiil was left to fight on his own and he probably would have lost if he never met Tiber Septim! Anyways, let's get back to the story, shall we?
At this point, Skyrim was drinking out of a bottle of Mead, but a very disappointed look crossed his face.
"Empty..."
He then proceeded to throw that bottle off, and it crashed right into Cyrodiil's face.
"...ENOUGH!" Cyrodiil shouted out. Everyone else went quiet. "The War ended a long time ago! No reason to get all mad about it! ...But, for the record, I totally kicked all your asses."
And so the Provinces continued to fight. Weapons were drawn, people teamed up, and we can all agree that the meeting was very successful!