Varnus
The New World, 14,962 Miles East of Tamriel
O-Seven-Hundred Hours
13th of Sun's Dusk, 217 4E
The Fleet closed in on the rocky, mountainous peninsula. Jonril, Aurelius, and Julius peering through their spyglasses. Varnus pointed towards the land. "There. A level clearing. Looks like there's also a trail that leads into the mountains. Either the clearing and trail were made this way on purpose or it's just a natural occurrence through erosion." Several ships carrying supplies sailed on ahead the short distance between the HMS Dragon and the shore of less than a mile and beached to unload their building materials. As The Dragon came to a stop where it was. Varnus, Admiral Aurelius and Captain Jonril boarded The Ship's Gig along with a few other men and rowed to shore and beached. Where they were met by Yagrum, Nerevar and His ARC-Mage Fireteam.
The XVIth Legion came ashore as well. Legate Rikke and Tribune Hadvar approached them. Rikke spoke. "Well... Here we are, Imperator. In The New World. Who's to say what adventures await us?"
"Plenty. And a lot of death with it. If This Army of The Dead is as dangerous as I think it is... we've really got our work cut out for us. And we're a massive distance from Tamriel. If war breaks out between The Empire and The Dominion, we're in no position to help from all the way out here. It even could've already happened. I pray that to not be true."
And he was thankfully right, it hadn't. As they would eventually find out. The 500 Samurai were ashore as well. The Legion and The Bladesmen had set up a Military Encampment as Architects began drafting designs for a Castle. Sailors and a handful of Giants unloading supplies while others foraged the surrounding waters for food. Varnus was approached by Legolas, Esbern, and Gandalf. Esbern spoke. "Dragonborn, you remember Gandalf Ulfrensen, right?"
"Only by name and face. I was present when he was Inducted by Aragorn."
"Well, let him properly introduce himself, Gandalf..."
"Yes, I'm Apprentice Lorekeeper. Esbern's Protege. I'm quite a bit older than he is, but through my mastery of The Arcane Arts, I've been able to extend my lifespan by Centuries! I know, highly unusual for a Non-Elf."
"Your beard is as long as ever."
"Who needs Armor and Weapons when You're a Master Wizard?"
"Indeed." Varnus looked up to the sky to see His Dragons; Odahviing, Durnehviir, Sahrotaar, Maaryolvus, Khavozein, and Skakmat flying around. "Wah Zey, Zeymah!" [To Me, Brothers!] The Dragons turned and flew over to them and landed in front of them. "Fly over The Peninsula, survey the area, then fly to the Northeast, and investigate The Icewall. And beyond it, but not for very long. If those Blue-Skinned Men can raise people from the dead, I want to expose you to Them as little as possible. I don't want to risk any of you getting killed and becoming one of them. I don't know if I'd be able to bring you back from that, even with Flesh. Time. Undo"
Maaryolvus answered. "I understand, it will be done, Thuri." [My Overlord] With that, His Dragons took off into the sky and disappeared out of sight to the Northeast.
The New World
Twelve-Hundred Hours
1st of Morning Star, 218 4E
The remainder of Sun's Dusk and the Month of Evening Star came and went with little news. Varnus' Dragons periodically flew further to the North beyond The Icewall and back. In an effort to find The Army of The Dead, to no avail. Varnus had them stick together as one group for fear of losing them to Their Adversary if they moved alone. Finding only settlements inhabited by The Nomads up there. And occasionally hunting one of Their Mammoths.
Along The Icewall, they eyeballed 19 Forts. But they made note that a lot of them were abandoned and in ruins and only Three appeared to be occupied. A Tower to the West, just East of an abandoned Fort by a bridge crossing a gorge that was all on the opposite side of a river. The Second was to the center with a paved road leading up to it, running through a Village. It also had a lift leading to battlements atop The Icewall. And The Third was on The Icewall's Eastern End.
Unlike the Other Two, This One was actually surrounded by Stone Walls. Minus It's Northern Side which was The Icewall, same as the Other Two. It also had a Maritime Port, in which The Dragons spotted several Galleys and a few War Galleys at anchor. As well as a lift leading up to the Battlements atop The Icewall. Further to the East, across a Bay teaming with Seals was a large Island with three Stone Castles dotted across it. South of The Icewall, just East of a mountain range, they spotted a lone Stone Tower in the middle of a lake, seemingly abandoned. In the mountains to the South, they spotted numerous settlements and small Castles.
To the West, off the coast, to the Northeast of Their Landing, The Dragons eyeballed an Island occupied with a Castle made of huge logs, surrounded by an Earthen Palisade. Varnus recalled seeing This Island in the visions his Elder Scroll granted him to allow him to draft a Map of The New World in It's Entirety. He humorously commented on This Island saying "It's kinda shaped like a Croissant... now I want one."
Within the forest to the Southeast they had eyeballed numerous settlements and Wooden Castles, one was larger than the others, located just South of a much narrower peninsula to the East of the peninsula they had landed on. Further to the Southeast, beyond the forest, The Dragons eyeballed eight more Castles. Six made of Stone, and the other two were made of wood. One was just North of a large lake. The Second to It's East was between a road and a river. The Third to It's North was at the end of a road outcrop and was much larger than the others.
The Fourth near the headwater of a relatively straight river, It looked eerie and foreboding compared to the others. The Fifth was to It's Northeast just outside of a forest and close to a small, narrow bay connected to The Sea. The Sixth was to the West-Northwest far up a winding river. This one was made of Wood. The Seventh was back down South. South-Southwest of The Fourth One. It was in forested hills at the headwater one of several branching rivers that met as one. The Eighth was close to it, and make of wood. But they did not spot the mouth of the river. In the vast Mountain Range to the East of Their Landing, The Dragons eyeballed several Forts as well. Beyond all that, they explored no further.
They had just come back from their 7th Flight beyond The Icewall to report their findings. "Nothing new." Maaryolvus said. Varnus was starting to get frustrated that beyond His Dragons' initial findings, they had still found nothing of Their Adversary. Yagrum offered a bit of counsel. "Even now; nothing ventured, nothing gained."
"Of course."
Construction of Their Own Castle was well underway. Varnus had named it: Castle Novae terrae. Which was Old Cyrodilic for "New World." A road was paved following the trail through the mountains on the peninsula. The mountains dropped off where the peninsula met with the mainland. A Stone Wall complete with Watchtowers was built along it. The newly paved road lead up to a Gatehouse along the wall. The Gatehouse was complete with a Barracks and large Stables as Varnus ordered The XVIth Legion's First Cohort to guard The Gatehouse. Captained by Centurion Cosminus Mantol. Along the road through these mountains, numerous Mines were established. As Yagrum pointed out that "These Mountains are bound to be rich in Minerals and Metals. It would be foolish to not exploit them." And so they did.
They found Salt, Lead, Sulfur, (Found in Extinct Volcanoes there) Iron, Coal, Copper, Silver, and Gold. Even Gemstones. Amethysts, Garnets, Onyx, Turquoise, Rubies, Sapphires, Emeralds, and Diamonds... and a viscous black liquid. Which Yagrum identified as "Oil; Black Gold." So they also built Wells pumping for Oil. As it was key in keeping Machinery running smoothly. And as there was both Coal and Iron in these mountains, it was lucrative to set up a Steel Mill. A Short, Double-Tracked Railway was also laid, spanning from The Border Gatehouse to just inside the Fortress that is Castle Novae terrae. Turning back the other way with a roundabout loop. As well as numerous stops at all The Mines along the line.
Yagrum had also set up a Workshop as part of Castle Novae terrae, in which he set up a Teleporter linking to His Workshop in Blackreach, Back Home. Ever since they got to The New World, He had started looking in to a process to refine Oil so it could be used as Fuel for a "Combustion" Engine. He commented on it saying "When completed, it should be much more efficient and reliable than a Steam Engine as it should generate a greater amount of propulsion OR electricity." By now... his "Experimental" Oil Refinery was complete.
They also built a Port dredged to a hundred feet with complete with several wooden piers connected to it for The Fleet to dock as well as a Fishery, which became their main source of fresh Provisions. Other sources were scarce game in the mountains which consisted of White Hares and Wild Mountain Goats. As well as Mammoths The Dragons nabbed from beyond The Icewall in which they carried back with them. Though Maaryolvus was the only one big enough to carry them.
Stone Walls complete with battlements were also built around the Port, complete with a Water-Gate, creating an artificial harbor for the purpose of better protecting The Port if they came under attack by sea. The Walls around the Port also connected with the Walls around Castle Novae terrae, a Gatehouse leading into the Fortress was connected to the paved road that led into the mountains. But by then Castle Novae terrae Itself was only half-complete.
All of this was constructed within such a short period of time by way of the masterful craftsmanship of the Imperial Engineers and Architects, The Arcane Arts, and a small group of a Dozen Giants.
Yagrum had sent word Back Home that they had set up a Maritime Port after he had set up His Overseas Workshop. It was here that there found out there was thankfully still No War. The Port was the first thing they built. By now, the first of Merchant Ships from Home had arrived, one was carrying a variety of Meats, Cheeses, Breads, and Sweets. As well as a plethora of Liquor, including: Black-Briar Mead, Dragon's Breath Mead, Argonian Ale, Stros M'Kai Rum, Colovian Brandy, Cyrodilic Brandy, Flin, Firebrand Wine, San's Spiced Wine, and Surilie Brothers Wine. As well as Cheap Wine, Cheap Mead, Cheap Ale, and Grog.
As well as numerous Drinks favored by The Dunmer, including, but not limited to: Greef, Shein, Matze, Sujamma and Emberbrand Wine. All kept chilled in Refrigerators and Freezers. No Fruits or Vegetables as the voyage would take way too long before they started to go bad. Though it carried ground Pepper as well. And the second (there was only Two) was carrying more building materials needed to finish Castle Novae terrae as they realized they were going to need more.
Varnus was sitting down to Lunch with Legolas, Yagrum, Nerevar, Legate Rikke, Tribune Hadvar, Admiral Aurelius and Captain Jonril Outside as The Castle's Great Hall wasn't built yet. It was pleasantly warm.
He poured a Gold-Jewel-Encrusted Goblet of Surilie Brothers' Wine, then took Two Slices of Bread, Two Pieces of Cheddar, (His Favorite Cheese) and a cut of Cooked Beef and made a Sandwich out of it. The others just stared in amazement. Rikke commented. "I've never even thought of doing that." Then Legolas commented. "I don't think anyone ever has." Hadvar next. "That looks really good. I think I'll make one." Then Yagrum. "I think I will too." And lastly Nerevar, Aurelius, and Jonril. "Same."
Varnus commented on their situation. "You know, it's New's Year's today. Everyone Back Home is likely eating like a bunch of Pork and getting baked off their tits at the Horse Races and Gladiatorial Games in the Empire-Wide New Life Festival. And here we are, sipping Wine, Ale, Brandy, Whisky, Rum, and Mead, and eating Beef and Cheese Sandwiches out on a distant Frontier before confronting a likely highly dangerous Undead Army... do you think the people here have some sort of New Year's Celebrations, Yagrum?"
"It's quite possible. But I doubt anywhere near the grand scale of Our own."
Varnus smiled. "Ha, You're right! Because it's good old Imperial Tradition!" Varnus proposed a Toast. "To The New Year and Confronting Our Foe!"
Everyone returned the Toast. "Cheers!" Cups of Liquor clinked as they dug in.
Just then, a Carrier Pigeon showed up, bearing the Seal of the XVIth Legion's Centurion. Varnus took the letter from the Bird, fed it a bite of Bread, and It flew off as He broke the seal and unrolled the paper. Rikke inquired about it. "News from The Front Line, Imperator?"
"So it would seem. From Centurion Mantol. It reads:
We have Visitors. 14 Men on Horses.
Seven have a Mailed Fist on their Shields and Armor.
The other Seven have a Wolf Head on Their's. They call it a Direwolf.
Two of them are holding Flags bearing their respective Sigils.
They are asking if The Dragons they've repeatedly spotted belong to us and why are we here.
As well as saying that they don't recall these Stone Walls ever being here before.
I've let Them pass. I and Twenty Men are accompanying Them on a train to You now.
We'll be over there Tomorrow. Their Horses are being kept at the stables here.
They're also saying that the clearing on the peninsula We landed on; They call Sea Dragon Point.
And that they call This Continent: Westeros. One of them has a surprising resemblance to Your
Friend Boromir.
~Centurion Mantol"
Hadvar inquired cautiously. "Are they armed?"
"I believe so, Mantol said they're wearing Armor and have Shields. So it stands to reason. Don't worry, if they were looking for a fight. They would've brought a lot more than 14 Men to take on 240. They've even seen My Dragons. And one of them apparently has a face just like Boromir."
240 Men was the size of The Legion's First Cohort. Three of them were The Centurion, another carrying the Legionary Eagle, and The Third carrying The Empire's Flag.
"And these people would've immediately started firing on them... It's long past time we started to meet This Land's native inhabitants. Perhaps they know about The Enemy we came here hunting. Let's have some Bread and Salt out waiting for them when they get here... Westeros... at least We know where we are now. I wonder why they call this not-so-clear-anymore clearing Sea Dragon Point."
Castle Novae terrae, Sea Dragon Point, Westeros
O-Nine-Hundred Hours
2nd of Morning Star, 218 4E
Centurion Mantol arrived with Their Visitors the next day. A man atop The Gatehouse sounded off on a horn. "THEY'RE HERE!" A second called down. "Time to meet and greet." Legolas commented aloud. The Train came through the Wall Overpass and screeched to a halt at the Station. They filed out of two Passenger Cars. The Visitors behind Mantol the Legionary Eagle Holder, and The Imperial Flag Holder. and 17 Legionnaires at the rear.
The Horses out in the Paddock by The Stables walking up to the fence to investigate. Shadowmere among them. Varnus' Dragons came by and perched themselves atop Watchtowers. A Man that appeared to look like Boromir said something to Mantol, to which he apparently responded. But Varnus couldn't make out what they said. He presumed the man was inquiring about the stench of the Oil Refinery behind them, and that he told them what Trains were. The Two Entourages came face to face. An elderly-looking man. With gray hair, and a full beard and mustache with a Mailed Fist Sigil on His Armor was the first to speak.
"I take it Those Beasts watching us from the Towers belong to You?"
"They do, yes."
"It wasn't that hard for us to determine where they were coming from, My Men spotted them flying Northeast of Here and back numerous times." The Man stated.
The Boromir look-alike wearing Armor with a "Direwolf" Sigil spoke next. "You know, none of us here have ever seen a Dragon?" A Giant went passing by carrying a large slab of Stone. "Or a Giant? For 150 Years, we thought Dragons to be Extinct... and Giants, far longer. Though Men of The Night's Watch have claimed to see them beyond The Wall."
"Yeah, where I'm from, until 17 Years Ago, no one had seen a Dragon for several centuries." The Old Man spoke again. "Can't say I've ever heard of a Dragon with a body built like a Snake, with a lower jaw extended further than It's upper jaw. Or anyone here." He was talking about Sahrotaar.
"I'm sorry, where are my manners? I am Galbart Glover. Lord Protector of Deepwood Motte." Then, The Boromir look-alike introduced himself. "And I am Eddard Stark. Lord Protector of Winterfell, and Warden of The North. But my friends just call Me Ned. And You?"
"I am Varnus Julius. Emperor Varnus Julius. Ahem. Royal Sovereign of The Empire of Cyrodiil. Founder of The Julius Dynasty. The Last Dragonborn. Vanquisher of Harkon Volkihar. Slayer of The World-Eater, and The First Dragonborn. And Overlord of Dragons." They then bowed their heads in courteous respect.
Eddard spoke. "Well, let me be the first to welcome you here, Your Grace. Now, Your Centurion insisted I bring all my questions to You. So, why are you all here? What prompted you to come here and build This Castle, and this Train contraption?" Galbart chimed in. "And to build it all on Land under my jurisdiction?" Varnus responded. "That Wooden Motte and Bailey to the East would be Deepwood Motte, then." Galbart nodded a yes.
Varnus pulled The Elder Scroll from his back. "We've never heard of This Land before... now, you may have a hard time believing this, but I came here after receiving powerful prophetic visions from this. An Elder Scroll. It's how I drafted a Flawless Map of This Side of The World." Eddard responded. "Hmm, I'd very much like to see this Flawless Map. There's parts of The World over here that we don't even know of. And to get a look at The Land you're from... Go on." Varnus continued. "And it is of how I learned of A Dangerous Adversary that threatens The World. And to stop it, We'll have to all band together with You lot. An Army of The Dead. Lead by Blue-Skinned Men."
The Soldiers accompanying The Two Lords gasped. Ned and Galbart looked at each other, wearing slightly fear-stricken faces. Galbart spoke aloud to Ned, seeing no need to keep it between themselves. "If they found out about it, then who else has? You, Me and The Others have seen the signs. Deserters from The Wall claiming they've seen them. Saying They're Coming. The Maesters have forecasted that This Year is the start of a Long, 4-Year Summer. And You know what they say, For example: Four-Year Summer..."
"Eight-Year Winter." Ned finished. He looked back at Varnus and proclaimed: "The rest of The Seven Kingdoms may have forgotten what happened before. They may not believe They will come again. Believe they even existed. But we have not forgotten. Not The North. We'll never forget them. The North Remembers. And such is where The Words of My House came from: Winter Is Coming."
One of the Glover Soldiers noticed Shadowmere and commented on Her. "I find That Black Horse's pure red eyes highly unnerving." Varnus responded to the man. "That's my Horse, Shadowmere. She is... quite special. Come. Let's talk more inside. I have Bread and Salt for you." Galbart commented. "Ah, an important courtesy for any Noble House hosting for another."
Ned and Galbart followed Varnus into the unfinished keep to a part of the Barracks that housed The War Room. There was a small round table with three chairs, two were next to each other, the third opposite them. The table had bowls of Bread and Salt and a Map of The North sitting on it. Varnus took the one seat and gestured to them. "Take a seat, My Lords." Ned and Galbart followed suit and had a bite of Salted Bread.
Just then, Boromir walked in the room and spotted Ned and promptly walked up to him. "Ah, so you're the one who looks like Me!" Ned responded. "So it would seem... I can't smell that stench of oil from here." Varnus responded to this. "Yeah, we're a good distance away from there now. And don't worry, the longer you're here, the more you'll get used to the smell. Ned and Galbart took a look at the map before them. Which was marked with several spots. Which to them, didn't take a genius to deduced what they were.
Galbart pointed at a spot on the Map. "Yeah, that's My Castle; Deepwood Motte." Ned spoke from there. "That's Bear Island of House Mormont. That's My Castle; Winterfell. Down there, those are Cerywn of House Cerywn and Torrhen's Square of House Tallhart. Over there, those are Hornwood of House Hornwood. Mazinfell of House Mazin. The Mazins are sworn to The Hornwoods before Me. The Dreadfort of House Bolton, Karhold of House Karstark, and Last Hearth of House Umber. That's the Island of Skagos. On which, those are Driftwood Hall of House Stane, Kingshouse of House Magnar, and Deepdown of House Crowl.
Over in the Mountains, these Holdfasts belong to the Clans: Burley, Harclay, Knott, Liddle, Wull, and House Flint of The Mountains. They like to be called the First Flints because Houses Flint of Flint's Finger, and Flint of Widow's Watch are Cadets Branches of That Family." Ned pointed to a number of spots on the map that weren't marked. "Down here is Flint's Finger. Over here is Widow's Watch. At the mouth of This River is the City of White Harbor of House Manderly. Over here is Ramsgate of House Woolfield. They're sworn to The Manderlys before Me. Over here is Oldcastle of House Locke. Over here is the unoccupied Moat Cailin. Up here is Highpoint of House Whitehill. They're sworn to The Boltons before Me. Down here is Rillwater Crossing of House Glenmore. And somewhere in this area is Greywater Watch of House Reed."
"Somewhere in this Area?"
"This whole area is a swamp. Called The Neck. Greywater Watch floats, and it moves around. You'll never find it in the same place twice. The people here are a reclusive lot called The Crannogmen."
"Interesting."
"At these spots are the Seats of The Blackmyres, Boggs, Crays, Fenns, Greengoods, Marshes, Peats, and Quaggs. They're all in there too at these places, sworn to The Reeds before Me."
"I see."
Galbart pointed to a few more unmarked spots. "Here, is Ironrath of House Forrester. And here, are the Seats of Houses Bole, Branch, and Woods. These Four Houses are sworn to Me before Ned."
Ned continued from there pointing to more spots as he went. "House Ashwood. House Cassel. House Condon. House Barrowton of House Dustin. Close by here, is Goldgrass of House Stout, They're sworn to The Dustins before Me. House Holt. Ironsmith. House Lake, They control the Lands around Long Lake. House Lightfoot. House Long. House Mollen. House Overton. House Poole. Here in The Rills is the Seat of House Ryswell. The Glenmores are sworn to Them before Me. Here is Blackpool of House Slate. That's the Seat of House Waterman. And lastly, here is the Seat of House Wells, there's also an unrelated House Wells in Dorne."
"Dorne?"
"Another Kingdom. All of These Houses are in The Kingdom of The North, and are all ultimately sworn to Me... before The King."
"The King?"
"King Robert Baratheon."
"Hmm..."
"Now, up in The Gift, That's Queenscrown and Mole Town. And along The Wall, from West to East. These are: Westwatch-by-the-Bridge, The Shadow Tower, Sentinel Stand, Greyguard, Stonedoor, Hoarfrost Hill, Icemark, The Nightfort, Deep Lake, Queensgate, Castle Black, Oakenshield, Woodswatch-by-the-Pool, Sable Hall, Rimegate, Long Barrow, The Torches, Greenguard, and Eastwatch-by-the-Sea."
For the next several hours, he introduced them to The Others, they exchanged information about Their Personal Lives and Families and the other Houses of The North. As well as information about Westeros and the Lands further to the East, including The Summer Islands to the South. and a much larger Continent to the East; Essos. As well as The Night's Watch and recent problems with the self-proclaimed King Beyond The Wall: Mance Rayder. And information about Tamriel and the surrounding Landmasses, including Akavir. Ned told Varnus about the reigning King Robert Baratheon and the rebellion He lead. And Varnus told them about the current state of affairs between The Empire and The Aldmeri Dominion.
He told them about what happened to the Island of Vvardenfell in The Republic of Morrowind; The Empire's Ally. And they told him about the Valyrians and The Doom of Valyria. Which, to Varnus' realization was what attributed to what was called The Summer That Wasn't in the early 200's of the Third Era, He then told them about that. When he told them about what ended The Third Era and began The Fourth: The Oblivion Crisis. And His Family's Involvement in It, and events proceeding It. Including His Lineage with The Septims. About what His Friend: The Nerevarine did. About Jagar Tharn. The Warp in the West. And The Great War almost 50 Years ago and His Father's involvement in it. Ned and Galbart were at a loss for words.
They discussed the other Kingdoms. Including Dorne, and another called The Reach. Which Varnus pointed out was the Name of a Hold in The Province of Skyrim. He commented "I would certainly hope these Westerosi Reachmen are nothing like the Skyrim Reachmen." He then went on telling them about The Forsworn and Their History, and The Late King In Rags: Madanach. To which Ned replied "They are not. And The Tyrells of Highgardern are some of the kindest people you'll ever meet. I've got a good feeling that You'd really like Margaery. I've never met Her myself, but from what I've heard, I'd think You'll really like her." Varnus smirked. Seeing that Ned was trying to hook him up with someone.
The Valryrians really caught his interest what with Ned saying they were heavily associated with Dragons. Ned briefly described The Survivors. "There's the Targaryens, whom are in exile somewhere across The Narrow Sea. Just a Brother and Sister are all that's left... although... I think the Maester of Castle Black might actually be a Targaryen as well. His name is Aemon. And he's old enough to be Great Uncle to the other two; Viserys and Daenerys. Great Uncle, because he would've been Uncle to The Mad King; Arys the Second."
"Unlike the other two surviving Houses, the Targaryens were Dragonriders. They first landed in Westeros by way of the Island Dragonstone. On which they built a Castle of the same name. It's currently ruled over by Stannis Baratheon, Robert's Younger Brother. And the Baratheons Seat of Power in The Stormlands: Storm's End is ruled over by Robert's Youngest Brother: Renly. The other two surviving Valyrian Houses are House Velaryon of Driftmark Island, and House Celtigar of Claw Island. All Three are out on The Narrow Sea." He went on to talk about them more intricately. He was more informed on the subject than Galbart was."
"I would most certainly like to meet them. Especially these so-called Dragonriders."
"King Robert might not like you for cozying up with the Targaryens. There's some bad blood between him and them. Though I don't think he'd mind with The Velaryons or The Celtigars. Especially considering You're Dragonborn and have Dragons of Your Own."
"To Oblivion with what he thinks. He's not My Liege Ruler. I am My Own. I answer only to The Gods."
"Right... Just fair warning for when you meet him and you mention them. It seems he's the only one who can't forgive and forget what The Mad King and Rhaegar; The Eldest Son did. Even with them dead, he won't rest until every Targaryen Dragonspawn is dead. To him, Viserys and Daenerys aren't innocent. And I'd hate to find out what he'd do if he discovered Maester Aemon was a Targaryen, like I think he is."
Varnus sensed that there was A Fourth Surviving Targaryen that Ned had left unsaid, but he did not inquire. Though he would begin to ponder as to whom it was. And why Ned didn't mention them. Varnus glanced over at the Dwemer Clock Mechanism. It was coming up on Twenty-One-Hundred Hours. "Damn, it's getting pretty late."
"Perhaps you'd like to start getting better acquainted with The Greater Westerosi, Your Grace?"
"Indeed. Let's start out in The Morning." Centurion Mantol had long already returned to the Outer Gatehouse with His Men. The Central Tower of Castle Novae terrae was already complete. Varnus' Quarters were at the top. Guest Quarters were on the levels below it. In which Ned and Galbart stayed for the night, while Their Troops insistently turned in to the Barracks for the night.
O-Nine-Hundred Hours
3rd of Morning Star, 218 4E
They broke their fast with Varnus giving them another taste of Imperial Hospitality. Varnus introduced Ned, Galbart, and Their Men to the Beef and Cheese Sandwiches he came up with The Other Day. He introduced them to Black-Briar Mead and Surilie Brothers Wine. They very much enjoyed it. Galbart commented. "Have to say, I prefer the Mead." Ned nodded in agreement. "Robert might really enjoy the Wine... As might others such as Tyrion Lannister."
When they were all finished, they got ready to leave. Galbart was the first to speak. "Since It's on the way to Winterfell, I suggest we stop at Deepwood Motte first." Varnus responded. "Agreed. Deepwood Motte first, then Winterfell." Varnus then turned to his Men. "Legolas. Fathoms. Yagrum. Nerevar. Balagog. You're with Me." The Nerevarine answered him. "Understood. Fireteam Vanguard! Get prepped!" Varnus then turned to the Others. "Legate Rikke. You're in charge around here until I get back."
"Understood, Imperator."
"Boromir and Bilbo, You Two are in charge of The 500 until I get back."
"We've got you covered, Dragonborn."
Varnus then spoke to His Dragons in Their Tongue, within earshot of The Visitors. "Bek, Dii Zeymah. Daar los kolos Zu'u lif hi erei Zu'u daal." [Okay, My Brothers. This is where I leave you until I return.] Maaryolvus responded. "Zu'u mindoraan, Dovahkiin. Aal Bormah ofan hi mul ahrk dein hi tahriik. [I understand, Dragonborn. May Akatosh give you strength and keep you safe.]
Ned and Galbart already knew by then that Dragons could speak, but they had yet to hear Them do so. So they expected to hear them at some point. And with that, they departed. Varnus and His Companions riding in a Train back to the Border Gatehouse with Ned and Galbart and Their Soldiers to retrieve The Guests' Horses, whilst bringing Horses of Their Own. However it took them quite some time before they reached their First Destination.
Balagog gro-Nolob. Orc. The Gourmet. Varnus was to kill him way back when he was working more closely with The Dark Brotherhood to assassinate Titus Mede II. As he would've been a witness. A liability. But because of who he was, Varnus let him live. By way of making him forget he ever met Varnus in the first place with a Thought-Eraser Spell. And now, The Gourmet had become an exclusive Chef to Emperor Varnus, none the wiser. Even accompanying him here to The New World.
Deepwood Motte, The Wolfswood, The North
Eleven-Hundred Hours
7th of Morning Star, 218 4E
Now they had arrived at their first destination. Galbart broke the silence. "Here it is. Deepwood Motte. My Home. Let Me show you around and introduce you to My Flock." He noticed a few Huntsmen returning as well, having bagged a Stag. "You! cook up that Stag for us and bring it to the Long Hall!"
"Yes, Milord."
He walked them through Town to the Wooden Long Hall at the end on top of a hill where His Family was waiting. Smallfolk looking on, their attention mostly on Varnus' Non-Human Companions.
"Here we are. This is My Brother and Heir; Robett. His Wife; Sybelle, That's Their Son; Gawen, And the Babe Sybelle's holding is Their Newborn Daughter; Erena." Galbart gestured to two other Men. "He is Our Maester, and he is Our Steward.
They spent the next couple Hours filling them in on what Varnus had told Galbart and Ned. When Galbart spoke up. "Well, I'll finish telling them everything, You'd better get going. Ned will show You the way from here on. Until next we meet, Your Grace."
"Until next we meet, Lord Glover."
Later in the day, they passed another Wooden Motte and Bailey, East of Deepwood Motte within The Wolfswood. Ned pointed it out. "There's Ironrath over there. Seat of House Forrester. All Five Houses of The Wolfswood are skilled Woodsmen." They spotted a Formidable-Looking Man atop the Gatehouse flanked by Two Soldiers watching them. "There's Gregor Forrester up there." They didn't stop though, they kept going. Ned named off Gregor's Flock and talked about their historical grievances with their Neighbors: House Whitehill. As well as naming off Ludd Whitehill's People. "Now Highpoint may be closer to Winterfell than to The Dreadfort. However, this didn't stop The Whitehills from being sworn to Roose Bolton before Me." Ned finished.
"These Boltons sound real charming." To which Ned responded: "Just wait until ya meet His Bastard: Ramsay. Nastiest piece of work I ever met next to The Mad King. Aerys Targaryen II at least had an excuse; he was mentally sick from old age. Ramsay Snow is just an outright psychopath, young as he is." Varnus quipped: "I have a feeling a friend of mine Back Home: Cicero the Jester; would become the best of friends with this Ramsay." Ned inquired. "Eh? He psychotic too?" To which Varnus answered. "Ohhh, you'd better believe it."
Over the next several days, they passed well within view of Highpoint. Varnus spied a rather fat man flanked by two Soldiers watching them from a Gatehouse. Whom he assumed was Ludd Whitehill. Eventually they came across a Paved Road. "This is The Kingsroad. Further to the East is Long Lake, which as I said before is governed by House Lake. The White Knife River flows from The Lake, and at the mouth of The River is the bay containing The City of White Harbor. The sole City in The North."
"Seat of House Manderly, right?"
"That it is, more specifically the Castle within... New Castle. Following The Kingsroad North takes You to Mole Town, a little Village just half a League South of Castle Black along The Wall. Following The Kingsroad South takes You to Cerwyn, Seat of House Cerwyn. There are numerous Inns along The Kingsroad, along with Three Castles. Further South past Cerwyn is the currently unoccupied Moat Calin.
In The Riverlands, there is a Crossroads. Following The High Road to the East takes You into The Vale leading to The Eyrie, Seat of House Arryn. And The River Road to the West takes You further into The Riverlands leading to Riverrun, Seat of House Tully. Following The Kingsroad further South takes You to Darry. Seat of House Darry. Even further South into The Crownlands is a Village called Brindlewood, beyond that is Hayford Castle. Seat of House Hayford. It's Half a Day's ride from King's Landing where The Kingsroad ends."
"I'm guessing King's Landing is the Seat of The King?"
"You guess correctly. More specifically; The Red Keep within. The road leaving through the South of King's Landing is an extension of The Kingsroad. Into The Stormlands, is Bronzegate, Seat of House Buckler. The Extension of The Kingsroad ends at Storm's End, Seat of House Baratheon, along Shipbreaker Bay, across The Bay is Sapphire Island. On which is Evenfall Hall, Seat of House Tarth. Branching off from the Extension of The Kingsroad is The Roseroad Passing through The Kingswood heading West, You pass through Bitterbridge, Seat of House Caswell in The Reach. The Roseroad ends at Highgarden. Seat of House Tyrell.
Southwest out of Highgarden is The Searoad. It ends at The City of Oldtown. Within is The Hightower. Seat of House Hightower which doubles as The Citadel. Place of Learning for Maesters-In-Training. Oldtown is along the mouth of a river that drains into The Whispering Sound. And further into The Sunset Sea. Out on The Sea is The Arbor, an Island, Seat of House Redwyne, Home to the Best Wine in Westeros and The Largest of Three Fleets. They make a terrific Red Wine, such is where The Redwynes' Name comes from. As well as a Gold-Colored Wine called Arbor Gold. And as you can figure, the Red Wine is called Arbor Red."
"I see..." Yagrum commented. "I would very much like to visit This... Citadel."
"I've GOT to Drink with The Redwynes! I do love a Good Wine." Varnus stated.
"Back at Highgarden, going Northwest is The Oceanroad. Along it is Old Oak, seat of House Oakheart. Further on into The Westerlands, is Crakehall, Seat of House Crakehall. Further North is The City of Lannisport. Located within is the Castle: Casterly Rock, Seat of House Lannister. Heading East out of Lannisport is The Goldroad which leads through mountains and hills back to King's Landing. Deep Den, Seat of House Lydden is along the way. The River Road also ends coming into Lannisport from the North. Along the way heading Northeast is The Village of Oxcross, past that is Sarsfield, Seat of House Sarsfield.
Further along is Golden Tooth, Seat of House Lefford. Past that, back into The Riverlands is Wayfarer's Rest, One of Two Seats of House Vance, the other being Aranta elsewhere in The Riverlands. Past Wayfarer's Rest takes You back into Riverrun. There are no major highways running through Dorne. The Seat of Power there is Sunspear. Seat of House Martell. Dornish Red is another really good Wine made from the Vinters in Dorne."
"I see."
"Back up here in The North. To the North of Cerwyn, is a branch-off road from The Kingsroad. It leads to Winterfell. My Home."
"Let's not waste anymore time, then."
Winterfell, The North
Ten-Hundred Hours
20th of Morning Star, 218 4E
They had just pulled in to Winterfell. Ned was just finishing talking to Varnus about The Cerwyns. "-and because Cerwyn is half a day's ride from here, The Cerwyns often come here to visit us." As they got off their Horses, Ned looked over at the Gatehouse to see a man standing there watching them. He wore Armor with with a Battleaxe Sigil. "Speaking of which, it looks like Lord Cerwyn's here!" They approached him as the Gatehouse opened. "Jonelle, say hello to Our Guests From a Distant Land." Jonelle Cerwyn inquired. "This is The Outlander Those Dragons belong to?"
"Aye, he is."
"Your Family's waitin' for You out in the Courtyard, Ned."
"Good, let's go say hello."
They proceeded into the Winterfell Courtyard where a group of people were waiting. Lord Cerwyn called out to them. "My Lady! They're here!" Who is he talking to? Varnus silently wondered. Ned turned to Varnus. "So, should you go first, or Me?" Varnus stepped forward. Ned's presumed Family watching him in utter silence. "Greetings. I am Varnus Julius. Emperor Varnus Julius. Royal Sovereign of The Empire of Cyrodiil. Founder of The Julius Dynasty. The Last Dragonborn. Vanquisher of Harkon Volkihar. Slayer of The World-Eater, and The First Dragonborn. And Overlord of Dragons." The Men and Boys bowed their heads in courteous respect as the Lady and Two Girls present gave a Curtsy. Though the shorter girl did it wrong. But Varnus didn't mind.
Legolas introduced himself next. "I am Legolas. An Altmer. Sworn Warrior of The Order of The Blades. Daimyo of The 500 Samurai. And on a personal note: The closest friend of His Majesty."
Next was Fathoms. "I am From-Deepest-Fathoms. An Argonian. Sworn Warrior of The Order of The Blades and Samurai of The 500. You can just call Me Fathoms."
Then spoke Yagrum. "I am Yagrum Bagarn. Director of The Mages Guild. And Headmaster of The Arcane University. And I've become Tamriel's Chief Inventor in recent Years. Due in part to Me once being a Master Crafter reporting to the Chief Tonal Architect Kagrenac. And sadly... I am the very last of My Kind: The Dwemer."
They all gave him a respectful look of offering their condolences. One young man wearing a shirt embroidered with a Kraken commented on this. "I can relate." Ned's whole Family turned and looked at him irritably. Varnus raised an eyebrow, giving half a smirk.
Then The Gourmet spoke. "I'm Balagog gro-Nolob. Now don't let the fact that I'm an Orc fool you. I'm not like the majority of My People, I'm not really much of a fighter or smithy. My passion: Is Cooking. This is why they call Me: The Gourmet. If your Kitchens have the correct ingredients, I could introduce you to My Signature Dish: Potage le Magnifique. And one of My Favorite Desserts: Sunlight Souffle." A number of them nodded in agreement making Not Bad faces. The Woman commented. "Sounds delightful." To which Balagog replied "Ohh, yes indeed It is.
Lastly spoke Nerevar. "I am Indoril Nerevar. A Dunmer. Protector of The Republic of Morrowind. Fulfiller of The Nerevarine Prophecy. Master Wizard of the House Telvanni. Tribune of The Shadow Legion's ARC-Mages and Leader of Firetime Vanguard." He said gesturing to His Teammates. "The Other Dunmer is Brelyna Maryon. The Nord is Onmund. And The Khajiit is J'zargo."
Varnus then spoke again. "So Ned, care to introduce us?"
"I'll let them do the talking... Cat."
Varnus looked towards Cat.
"I'm Catelyn Stark. Eddard's Husband and Daughter of Lord Hoster Tully."
Next spoke a young man with a light mustache and beard. "I'm Robb Stark. Father's Eldest Son and Heir to Winterfell." He looked to The Redheaded Girl on his left.
"I-I'm Sansa Stark. Father's Eldest Daughter, and I'm to marry Prince Jeoffry Baratheon... and have his babies." In the corner of Varnus' eye, He saw Legolas and The Shorter Girl cringe. He also saw the two Black-Haired Young Men roll their eyes, shaking their heads smiling.
"I'm Arya Stark. Youngest Daughter. And unlike My Sister, I want to be a Warrior." Varnus smiled. "I can tell. I can see that fire in your eyes. You'll become an Iconic Legend across Nirn, Young One. Mark my Words, You'll go great things." Arya smiled back. Laughing a little at the kind gesture.
Varnus looked to the last two. The Smallest One was hiding behind the other, peering out from behind him. "I'm Bran Stark, and... this here is My Little Brother: Rickon."
Varnus walked over to a group of five slightly separate from the others. "Who are you lot?" The old man wearing a chain spoke first. "I'm Maester Luwin. I offer my services as a Healer and Advisor to House Stark here at Winterfell." The man with a white knot-beard spoke next. "I'm Ser Rodrick Cassel. Anointed Knight and Master-At-Arms of The Castle."
"Are you related to House Cassel?"
Yes, I am." Then the young man in The Kraken Shirt from earlier spoke. "I'm Theon Greyjoy. Last living offspring of Balon Greyjoy. Lord Protector of Pyke and King of-"
"Warden!" Ned corrected him.
"-Warden of The Iron Islands." Varnus quipped. "Ah, so you're Mister Relatable." He scoffed at his own joke looking back at his entourage. A few of Ned's people chuckled as well. "What about You, Big One?"
"Hodor."
"That's your name, I take it?"
"Hodor."
"Right... what's your Surname?"
"Hodor."
"Hodor Hodor?"
"Heheh, Hodor."
Varnus looked over at Ned confused. "Is he messing with Me?"
"Haha-Hodor-Hahaha."
"I'll... let Old Nan fill You in when you see Her." Ned responded with a smirk.
Varnus turned to the young black-haired man to see him grinning. "Who are you?"
"I'm Jon Snow. Father's... ahem... Bastard Son." Varnus inquired. "Don't like being called a Bastard, huh? Who's Your Mother, Jon?"
"Umm... I never knew her. Father never told Me. And no, I hate it." Varnus looked over at Ned who responded with: "All in good time, Son." Varnus looked back at Jon. "Well, how about this, Jon. Don't let the fact that You're a Bastard bring You down. Wear it like armor, and in time... no one will be able to use it to hurt You." He then started thinking silently as he started walking away from him back to Ned, eyes locked on Jon's. Is he the one I'm looking for? The Warrior of Ice and Fire? His build matches with what I saw in the visions, but the face was obscured. I can sense his presence. His presence is strong. Like that of a Dragonborn. Along with His, I can also sense the presence of that Aemon, Viserys, and Daenerys... And yet... Another. Jon looked confused as to why Varnus appeared to be staring at him. Ned noticed.
"And there you have it. This is my home. And this is my family." Ned said to Varnus.
"Pretty nifty set-up you got going on here." Varnus lowered his voice. "So should I tell them what it is exactly I've come to This Land in search of?"
"I'd hold off on that for now. I'd rather not raise any alarm. And, truth be told, I'm still a bit skeptical myself."
Varnus suspected that Ned knew why he looked at Jon that way. That something was... off about Jon. But just what, Varnus couldn't tell for certain.
They spent the next few days getting acquainted around Winterfell. Telling The Starks about themselves.
Catelyn talked with Brelyna and Fathoms. "You'll almost never see women with such a calling here in Westeros. The only one that comes to mind is Brienne of Tarth."
Ser Rodrick talked with Legolas about his armor and weapons. "So, Dragonglass when added to Elven Weapons and Armor makes them even more resilient and deadly?"
Varnus found the elderly lady called Old Nan. "Are You Old Nan?"
"Yes."
So what's the story with Hodor?"
"His name is actually Wylis. Though people took to calling him Hodor when he started uttering only that one day. He seemed... different after that day too."
"What happened on that day that caused that?"
"You know... I actually can't remember. It was a very long time ago. Back before The Targaryens were Dethroned."
Balagog served Sansa and Arya some Potage. "Balagog, this is really good!" Arya agreed. "Yeah, I've never had anything like it." Sansa called to her friend. "Jeyne, you've got to try this!"
Theon asked Yagrum about what happened to The Dwemer. "So... what killed off your people?"
"Well, they weren't for say, killed off. They more or less, quite literally disappeared."
"Do you know where they ended up?"
"Nnnno, but we've got a pretty good idea."
Ned compared His Family Greatsword: Ice to Varnus' Gladius: Dragonclaw. "I think Valaryian Steel might be identical to this Skyforge Steel."
Robb and Jon talked with Fireteam Vanguard about Mages, and The History of The Empire. "-and that's why they call him Dragonborn."
"What about yourself, Nerevar?" Asked Jon.
Varnus talked with Arya and Sansa about His Family's History. "And how I discovered that I was descended from The Septims was this My 7th Great Grandfather wrote. His Autobiography." Varnus showed it to them. "Titled: The Exploits of Tacitus Julius."
Yagrum talked with Maester Luwin about Valaryians. "I think I have a tome here somewhere about the history of the Valaryian Freehold... ah, here it is."
Varnus talked with Cat about The Aldmeri Dominion and the Thalmor Political Party. "These Thalmor sound about as conniving as a sleezy little man I know, whom practically swooned at the sight of Me in My younger days."
"Who?"
"Petyr Baelish."
Jon talked to Varnus about his Dragons. "Will we ever get to see them and others back from where You live up close?"
"You will."
O-Nine-Hundred Hours
23rd of Morning Star, 218 4E
Jonelle Cerwyn returned to Cerwyn Yesterday, Out in the Practice Yard, Varnus was with Robb and Jon watching Bran fail at Archery. Jon whispered to Bran. "Go on, Father's watching." He looked up at Ned on the balcony to see Cat there too. "And Your Mother." Bran loosed another arrow that completely missed. Robb and Jon laughed out loud. Varnus only chuckled. "And which one of you was a Marksman at 10?" Ned called down to them.
"Lemme take a shot." Said Varnus as he drew his Flintlock Pistol, pointed the weapon forward, holding it with one hand. He pulled the trigger as it went off with a bang. The bullet struck bullseye. The three of them jumped as it went off. "Gods, that is deafening." Robb commented. "That's how we do it back in Tamriel!" Varnus stated grinning as he holstered His Pistol with a showy spin.
"Keep practicing, Bran... Go on." Ned called down again. Bran stepped back up to the target and drew another arrow. "Don't think too much, Bran." Jon commented. "Relax your bow arm." Added Robb. As Bran was about to loose the arrow, another arrow from behind found it's mark. They turned around to see Arya standing there with a bow. She smiled with a bow. Bran took off running after her as she turned and ran as well, goading him to chase her. Varnus, Robb, and Jon burst out laughing. "Faster, Bran! Faster!" Robb teased. Varnus looked up at the balcony to see Ser Rodrick approaching Ned and Cat. Though he couldn't make out what he said. Robb and Jon had went off elsewhere. Ned walked down the stairs and over to Varnus as he asked what's up. "What's going on?"
"My Men found a deserter from The Night's Watch in the hills. Robb, Jon, and Bran are coming out with Me."
"I'll tag along too, let me get Shadowmere."
Eddard
A Short Distance from Winterfell
O-Nine-Thirty Hours
23rd of Morning Star, 218 4E
The Entourage of The Foreign Monarch also accompanied them. They went a short distance from Winterfell beyond some light woods and over a few hills, approaching an Ironwood stump fashioned into a chopping block as the Troopers brought the muttering Watch Deserter forward. Ned stood before the block. Varnus standing next to him.
"I saw them." They heard the man say. Ned saw Varnus raise an eyebrow out of the corner of his eye. "I know I broke my oath. And I know I'm a deserter. I should've gone back and warned them, but I didn't... But I saw what I saw... I saw The White Walkers." Ned looked over at Varnus as a look came over his face as if he just saw a ghost. The Deserter looked over at Varnus. "You... you believe Me? You've even seen them?"
Varnus answered The Man in a subdued voice. "They're why I came to This Place." Ned looked back at the Deserter as he spoke further. "People need to know. If you can get word to My Family... tell them I'm not a coward. Tell them I'm sorry." Ned gave The Men behind him a nod as they brought the Deserter to his knees and positioned his head for chopping. Nearby, Theon was holding Ice in It's sheath, as he stepped up to Ned, he drew the Greatsword and placed the point of the blade into the soil, hilt in his face as he lowered his head. "Forgive Me, Lord." The Deserter whispered aloud.
Ned spoke aloud. "In the name of Robert of The House Baratheon, First of His Name. King of The Andals, The Rhoynar, and The First Men, Lord of The Seven Kingdoms and Protector of The Realm... I, Eddard of The House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of The North sentence you to die." Ned then swung Ice high and brought It down, cleaving off the Deserter's head. Ser Rodrick, nearby, looking on in approval.
Afterwards, as everyone started to leave the area and get back on their horses. Ned, flanked by Varnus approached Bran as he was getting ready to mount his. Varnus remained silent as Ned had a short conversation His Son. "Do you understand why I did it?"
"Jon said he was a deserter."
"But do you understand why I had to kill him?"
"Our Way is The Old Way?"
Ned nodded his head yes. and continued.
"The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die."
"Is it true he saw The White Walkers?"
"The White Walkers have been gone for Thousands of Years."
"So he was lying?"
"A Madman sees what he sees."
Ned turned face and gestured to Varnus to follow. Once they were out of earshot of Bran and anyone else. He briefly spoke to The Foreign Monarch. "Not the time yet, then?" Varnus opened.
"Aye. They're not ready to know The Truth just yet. I didn't want to believe it at first... But You've made it clear to Me that You know what's coming. You come from a distant land. Already have a flawless map of this place. You say you received powerful prophetic visions from that Elder Scroll strapped to your back. Your description matches that of The White Walkers to the fullest extent. You've showed me maps of the lands you're from, gave Me and Galbart, and now My own Family a taste of Imperial Hospitality. I initially thought of these visions you described as nothing but hocus pocus nonsense of Gods that are not my own.
I initially thought these lands you described were fake. I had never seen or heard of Your Empire's Sigil. Your Armor. Your Weapons. But you showed them to Me. And even Giants and Dragons, which we thought to be Extinct! But I see now, that I misjudged you. That you aint bluffin'. I feel that The White Walkers will come again at last. Within My Own Lifetime. Or that of My Children. You know of what The North Remembers. And one thing just became a lot more clear and definite..."
"Winter Is Coming."
Author's Notes:
Okay, first off another visual reference to make note of. What Varnus Julius' face looks like. For the record, he looks like Arthur Morgan with His beard and mustache trimmed back. As for His voice? He just sounds like the generic Imperial Male from Elder Scrolls IV.
And for the record; Old Cyrodilic is Latin. Modern Cyrodilic is... Italian. Varnus mentions that His Castle on Sea Dragon Point is named Castle Novae terrae. Which translates from Latin to New World. And interestingly enough, capitalize the T, and it changes the translation to New Earth.
Mazinfell is the name I came up with for The Seat of House Mazin as It was never given a name. As a Sworn Vassal to House Hornwood. Mazinfell is close to Hornwood.
Ancient Nordic I think is just The Dragon's Tongue, which I believe is supposed to be derived from Old Norse. Modern Nordic is... Norwegian. Breton Language is... mmm... French. Redguard Language is... Turkish. Maomerish is... Chinese. Akaviri is Japanese. And Dwemerish... Is Russian. And The Common Tongue, of course, is English. Any ideas for what the Languages of the Other Races could be referenced as?
And that's right, towards the beginning of The Chapter, Varnus essentially just invented The Cheeseburger for The People of Nirn.
Until next time,
Stay Spoopy, My Friends.
