So… I thought I'd make a next chapter, and make it better at that! I am still sort of lost, but after testing myself and the website, I feel I can do much better, so soon I will update and fix my first chapter.
Chapter 2: A bit of diplomacy, and grave robbing?
Blue Palace, Solitude, Haafingar Hold
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"WHAT IN OBLIVION OF KYNARETH!" Shouted Lady Audhild, falling out of her bed. Looking out of her chapel glass window from the top of the Blue Palace. Oh, she thought, just another navy exercise… It was so tiring to be the Jarl of Solitude, The best city in all of Skyrim. Or so she thought. If you want to talk about Imperials being up above their heads, meet the equivalent Nord, Lady Audhild was anything but nice. Her Father and Mother were rulers after the Skyrim Civil War had occurred, but they still stuck up to the Imperials, So did she, but she didn't want to rule a city, she wanted to remain rich and in power though so when an assassin killed her parents, She took acceptance of the Jarlship, though she destroyed Solitudes economy by dispersing the weapon sales for citizens in Solitude and closing the East Trading Company.
A knock on the door sent her in even more of a bad mood, "What is it?" She yelled. A rather smug woman with a grin on her face entered through the door, "Ello miss, and it seems you must get ready for the provincial conference of several races and nations at the Palace of Kings in Windhelm." Audhild just grimaced and whined, "Why do we have to lap to the Nords who know nothing of honor, The ones who think that laboring in a field or dieing in a battle is better than ruling or being rich, and why do we have to go to Windhelm! That's way up in skyrim for a peace conference for all of tamriel." The short little assistant of her just nodded and quipped, "Aye my' love I know, but that is the crown seat, and you are very important to skyrim, so you must go!" Audhild nodded, "I know but Solitude used to be the crown seat…" Her caretaker shook her head, "Get that off your mind and get ready.
Putting her make up on, putting a satin blue dress and gold covered shoes, she walked out to the yard where a horse and covered carriage waited. A man by the name of Thaer was waiting, "How do you do madam?" he asked. She gave a fake smile, "Good you?" but she really didn't care. He gave a genuine smile before tugging the reigns to get the horse starting to walk, "Ahh I'm good, so you're traveling to Windhelm huh? Ahh a fine city indeed, Windhelm has a history of bei-," At that point she started to fall asleep and missed everything he said. (Poor horse and cart guys…)
Palace of Kings, Windhelm, Eastmarch Hold Tamriel Conference
Jarl Cadmael was sitting in his throne waiting for all of the foreign dignitaries and strangers to arrive, he was very nervous and sweating, thinking about taking his armor off to cool himself down, "Talos, help me, What if I screw up the steps to peace,". He just cared about this kind of thing, especially when he is the High King of Skyrim. The whole hold was counting on him to be a true Nord, whatever that really is; he doesn't have a strict answer on this. He kept pacing back and forth, "Man I'm the grandson of Ulfric Storm cloak, I should be hardy, and true and have social skills," That's all he limited himself to nowadays, he really was afraid that he would do something completely wrong.
Most of Skyrim has agreed with his policies, being an isolationist kingdom, when the Imperials and Aldmeri elves both entered into the Whiterun, they started fighting outside in the wilderness of the newly reformed town of Helgen, Riverwood and outside of Roriksted, he ordered a much bigger army there and they defeated both armies, destroying the Aldmeri and Killing 9 in 10 Imperials. The diplomats started arriving, and he calmed down and sat as the Khajiit, Argonian and Imperial Parties arrived. He waved and smiled politely, "Welcome to the Palace of Kings!" They all greeted warmly as well. He noticed how the Imperial Princess was a very tall brunette not even past 20, and that made him sad how young leaders and important people can be, being important to him was a plague.
"So, how is the Kingdom?" The Khajiit trader caravan's leader Aakavir asked the nervous high king. He smiled though, making the young ruler feel more confident, "I hope it is going good, really keeping track of the whole region I'm afraid is hard, but I try my best. I'm proud to say our economy is apparently doing the best in tamriel behind you Khajiit friends of ours," This made the Khajiit smile when the High King of Skyrim actually acknowledged that the Nords are okay with the Khajiit. Even the Princess of Cyrodill was shocked when Cadmael was speaking well to the Khajiit and Argonian, because she spoke to them respectful, but that was a courtesy of being on a diplomatic meet. This high king was trying to be a real friend to everyone coming in.
By now as they were going from being friends to talking about history of black marsh, The Orc diplomat and his small convoy had made it, a guild representing the Bretons and Dark elves had made it by teleporting to the outside of Windhelm, very comically as they all teleported 5 feet above the snowy ground causing them to fall on their heads. They were sharing their stories as the Redguard Atooluk made it, giving handshakes and nods to everyone.
To the other dignitaries, royals and soldiers, except for his own, Atooluk was an obnoxious bad guy. First he made everyone uneasy about these bandits he had killed on the way to the peace conference, sharing about the blood and the things they saw, almost causing the imperial princess and her servants to puke, and disgusting the different races. The high king just thanked him for taking care of bandits prompting several people to look at him with the stare –what the heck man?-. The wood elves finally made it, giving Atooluk the will to crack jokes about how elves without magic are always late, causing the elves and everyone else to give him death glares… He sat himself down and shut up after that, causing his soldiers to laugh.
After awhile, The Jarls started showing up, with the closest Jarls of Windhelm and Riften to show up greeting everyone, then the rest of the holds showed up. The highlight was the snobby Jarl Audhild showed up and everyone has the same thoughts…
Wow, what a mean person, worse than an Orc….
I'm glad she is not from Elsweyr…..
I'm not as much of a snob as her...
She'd make a fine bride…. (That last one was Atooluk… Yes, Totally creepy)
The moment Jarl Audhild entered she gave everyone a warm smile, but when she saw high king Cadmael, she gave him the worst stare anyone could give a mass murderer. He smiled warmly back and tried to pass the stare through as he conversed with other Jarls. Jarl Audhild went from death staring to starting fights with foreign dignitaries even the princess.
"So, I see a real imperial could make it! I certainly hope you brought an army of over 1000 men to cleanse these Storm cloak scum," She quipped smiling at her. Margot was desperately confused, when they won the civil war, didn't they like their independence? You'd think after years and years, they'd have been a real kingdom, but like father/mother to son/daughter.
"Why no, I came with a small force of 100 men, and I would never think of how did you say it? "Cleansing" a whole group of people? Living in the past does not help, what matters is now, is here, I advise you try to think for tomorrow." This infuriated the bratty Jarl, and she stormed off to talk with the Jarls who respect her. The princess couldn't help but chuckle at this.
Suddenly through all the chatter and loud congregation in the room, the last person expected to show up did show up, Jarl Brynjar slammed through the door, shouting all the way.
"HEY! IF IT ISN'T THE HIGH KING OF SKYRIM OR WHAT!"
Cadmael spit out mead he was drinking, everyone in the room broke out in laughter as Cadmael went running like an idiot to Brynjar, the two glorious young Nordic warrior Jarl and High King grasped each other in a big great bear hug.
"Good to see you Jarl Brynjar!"
They shared smiles as everyone felt better because of the exchange and Cadmael went back to his throne. The Jarl of Solitude was pissed and angry the whole time, giving stares of death and destruction at everyone. This was why she hated the rest of her nation.
After Brynjar had got enough chatter, of the stories of all their trips, and stories of history across their continent, they all paid attention to the host, the High King. He looked nervous and almost everyone could tell he was a little young for being High King.
He stood in front of the grand hall table that all of the dignitaries and jarls were sitting at, looking so similar to the portrait of his grandfather up above the throne he usually sits under, and he prepared to speak, "My friends, I have called this meeting because of peace, to at least discuss things, now don't get me wrong princess of the Imperial Empire," he quipped, "But the Aldmeri and Imperials on Skyrim soil is troublesome to the Nords and it must be stopped," The princess waved it off like she didn't care but she kind of secretly did, what right had he when the Imperials originally had their kingdom as a province, but she understood the need to be a free bird. He continued, "When they entered into Whiterun hold 7 months back, the newly made Jarl Brynjar took it as a threat, he did not mean to cause a full out battle, he asked them to go away without fight, but the Aldmeri stood and claimed they could be anywhere they chose, and the Imperials wouldn't go without the Aldmeri. Now the whole Aldmeri force destroyed, and most of the Imperials were killed, which we can provide reparations of friendship and peace," He nodded to Margot, Who nodded back. All the while Atooluk was whispering subjects with his soldiers, "You know, if the Imperials tried to invade Hammerfell, they'd have another thing coming," The high king stopped for them to stop talking then continued. "Now the Aldmeri threaten a war, with Skyrim, and the Imperials for getting in their way. But they do not realize that the Nords shall not give their land up until they burn every building, every farm, every person, every ruin, every weapon, and I hope the Imperials stay safe in their current conflicts, the news I received was saddening, as Cyrodill is dealing with the Aldmeri problems, the high border tensions. Now that my speech is taken care of, Thank you for being here to our conference." He quipped as he sat down.
They all applauded in unison and some of his supporter Jarls cheered. They took a 5 minute break, and then the Imperial Princess was allowed to speak. "Hello, I am Princess Margot, from the Imperial City, and I hopefully wish that peace can remain and it is my hope that Skyrim and the Empire can be the main leaders in that. Now our friends from Elsweyr, and Black Marsh, Orsimer and Morrowind, Feel sketchy about humanity, but what this is, is our efforts to keep from war, at least between the Empire and Skyrim in some cases, with any other province or nation." She nodded and received approving gazes as she sat down. Applause rang in, as the door to the palace opened and 3 high elves stormed into the middle of the room between the High King and the halls long table.
Some gasps and shocked jaw drops were provided, Brynjar and Atooluk and his men all readied themselves with hidden and concealed weapons. The female high elf of the three went to stand in front of the High King, "Excuse our barging in, Do you mind if we attend this meeting and introduce our Ideals?" she asked ever so sweetly. Cadmael narrowed his eyes at the high elf, eventually he smiled politely and with a wave of his hand said, "Yes, only if you follow the right to free speech and at least 1 of you sit down as a dignitary ambassador." She nodded and sat herself down smiling at Jarl Brynjar, smiling back, Brynjar quietly sheathed his weapon, Atooluk just let his boys sheath them or not, he held his quietly. After 10 seconds of awkwardness, High King Cadmael quipped, "How about we move on?"
Dwemer Ruins, Somewhere in the Haafingar province of skyrim
The command of the 100 high elves in the Dwemer ruin was under leader Jalaith, a huge elf with a gold suit on concealing him, who was grinning under his mask as his hand was locked onto his prize for the night. After blasting open 10 Dwemer concrete walls, and blasting their way with magic, swords and axes, and arrows, through 30 giant concrete metal metallic bodyguards and natural traps, they had finally found their crown gem. He was holding the blueprints to what would be the ultimate weapon; Elf kind will look back at this achievement and see Jalaith the strong and noble giving them the secrets of the ancients, the secrets to make them the masters of man, and the world!
"Thaleos!" The commander yelled, as a small high elf in chain mail and leather came up. "Yes, commander," he quipped, trying to force a poker face. The commander gave him the blue prints, "Now give this to envoy Trent, He is to take them to Elden Root, clear?" he asked. "Crystal sir," the little elf quipped leaving him to the rest of the treasure he and his men were picking from the mine. Soon the commander though, soon the Humans wont know what hit them, our blueprints and with the gold, maybe I can retire in our capital Elden Root, that will be the life, he thought with a hidden grin.
WHAT?! High Elves showing up at a peace conference when they hate the humans to death? Breaking into Dwemer (Dwarf) mines on foreign soil? What are these blueprints they were mentioning, and will I ever write correctly? R R. Thanks!