Long ago, when the worlds was still young.
Powerful beings who were once mortal have found thousand ways to ascend their mortality into what many believe immortality or godhood...
They are wrong.
For those who ascend their current mortality have evolve through natural means into a whole new existence...A new mortality with more power, can return from the dead by will in few centuries if they wished, the possibility is endless and yet...it was only the beginning of a new journey for them.
For that reason they are looked upon with fear, Awe, hatred and fanaticism.
These ascended mortals are always either hunted, exploited or looked upon as gods...so they had enough and banded together to create a hidden pocket dimension where their kinds and other beings who understand them can live in peace.
but even after creating the hidden world, there are still many other who wanted them under their control and tried to gain access to their perfect world.
some succeed while some failed miserably...however, if you ever gained one of these beings as an ally...
"For you will win a thousands battles without fearing a loss..." An Altmer mutters as he read the scroll he was holding.
High inquisitor Ferallas of the Thalmor Dominion sighed in irritation as he pocketed the scroll and kept gazing over the mountains hills from where he's at. Why is he irritated? He's on Morrowind, a broken land after the red mountain erupted and he had to come here with his group, making sure no one knows they're here and had to take the longest, bloodiest route that ever was in order to stay hidden from anyone still living on the cursed island.
But that was just the first reason why he's pissed, he's here to summon some sort of creature by the order of his superior and by the limited information they manage to gather, they can summon one of this strange unknown beings under a specific location where the stars and moons are aligned.
so by that information they believe Morrowind is the perfect place to summon this creature.
"This is nothing more than waste of my time...I could still be in Skyrim hunting down those Talos worshippers for the Dominion and instead they send me to a backwater island to summon a creature that may not even exist" Ferallas growled.
The fact that he had to come to a dangerous land and avoid the inhabitants who may not like them at all, fighting off various large animals that may have diseases, especially those damn Cliff racers!
"Speaking of Cliff racers GET OFF!" The high elf began swinging his fist above him as the Cliff racer took off from sitting on his head, the flying creature just cawed at him and flew away.
Ferallas just growled angrily as he watch the damn critter flies away, but then he heard a loud screeching noise of metal from the Dwemer ruins nearby. Quickly regaining his poise he stared down his group who just left the Dwemer ruin Arkngthand.
dozen of elven warriors clad in golden armor was following a robed Altmer like Ferallas, Finang was his name and was loyal to Ferallas.
"Found anything worthwhile for the taking Finang?" Ferallas asked as he crossed his arms. The younger Altmer just shook his head "nothing other than few Dwemer coins and bowls...It's so obvious the damn ruins have been looted ages ago" Ferallas just grunted.
As Finang stood next to his superior, the other group Ferallas sent out have return from their patrol, a few Altmer warriors and dozen mages.
The older elf looked up and saw the moons were in position, despite the reassurance of his superior that the summoning ritual will work he can't help but feel annoyed the fact he along with his men were sent to Morrowind to summon a powerful creature to bind their will on may or may not even exist.
Come to think of it how did his superiors manage to access the summoning scroll? they probably got it from a deadric prince because Ferallas took a peek at the summoning scroll and can't help but be completely confused.
The language written on the scroll was unlike anything he ever seen, it was not in dwemerish nor falmerish...Not even in deadric either, The language is so alien he wonder if this is nothing more than a horrible prank or they actually stumbled upon something ancient and powerful.
"The only question is...Can we tame it?" Ferallas thought.
The old High elf was not a fool, he may lord over other inferior races but he's not a drunken fool with power to underestimate anyone, the fact they were going to summon an unknown being with no idea what sort of powers it possess...And that is something he hates the most, not knowing what his enemies or supernatural beings capability.
"Lord Ferallas we're ready to start the ritual" a female Altmer said once her fellow mages have finish writting the summoning glyphs on the ground.
"Good, begin the ritual so we can get out of this sorry excuse of an elven land" nodding she and her fellow mages begins to summon the promised being. As one of the mages placed the scroll in the middle of the summoning circle to their surprise it began to glow.
As soon the scroll began to float the summoning circle began to glow light blue, blinding the elves, making them taking few steps away from what's happening.
"What's going on!?" Ferallas exclaimed while covered his eyes.
"I-I don't know! we didn't even begin the incantation!" a scared male mage shouted. As the Altmers were keeping a distance from the summoning circle not knowing what to do or confused why the scroll just suddenly began act that way, A large powerful pillar of light erupted from the circle and shot toward the heavens. The force of the light's eruption blasted the nearby elves away from a great distance but fortunately for them none of them died from either the impact or flung off from the mountain they were on.
Ferallas growled as he began unsheating his blade, the fact half of his mages were blasted away and won't have the time to magically bind the creature means they were in great danger.
Finang along with the soldiers desperately pulled the mages up so they can cast the spell to bind the summoned being, at very least try.
But then the light died down and a large amount of smoke covered the area where the creature was supposed to be summoned. All the elven soldiers unsheated their weapons while the mages prepared their magics, knowing they didn't have the time to bind the creature and prepared to defend themself.
...Only that nothing happened.
The elves, confused and scared wondered if the creature was asleep or simply readied itself to pounce upon them. Ferallas scowled as he slowly walked toward the smoke with weapon and magic ready.
Once he's close enough the smoke dispatched and what the elves saw, shocked them to their core.
Finang and the others just stood there with mouth open in shock and confusion, some just looked at each other with uneasy feelings of wonder and confusion, none dared say a word as Ferallas sheated his sword and slowly, walking toward what they just summoned while his body was shaking with rage.
Ferallas stared at what they just summoned and began speaking to himself "I spent three months going ALL the way around to avoid detection, I spent three months walking and fighting through a broken land filled with lava, ash storm and savage animals, I wasted three months where i could have been in Skyrim, hunting down the Talos woshipping scum and once we're finally here and summon the supposed powerful being..." bent down and lifted up what they just summoned "instead...WE...SUMMON...A...COOKBOOK!?"
True to what he said, they summoned a cookbook with a drawing of a strange cute female figure with a chef hat.
The silence is heavy, all the high elves couldn't believe their eyes nor understand the fact they wasted so much time going to some place in the middle of nowhere to summon a cookbook.
This is where I stopped writing, This story was about one of my main OC Zunei Darkstar ending up in the world of Tamriel and causing headache to those suffering from no common sense events.
So yeah, the whole plot was Zunei making her mission to get her cookbook back which she worked on for nearly over four hundred years but by taking it slow, building an army of dwemer robots and have total control of the argonian tribes and the dark elven houses.