A Tristainian's Guide To The Empire
Originally Drafted: May 10th, 2022
Originally Uploaded: May 14th, 2022
Updated On: October 7th, 2022
(Hi there. Sorry, if you received a notice about a new update only to see this. After publishing that 3rd chapter earlier I had a bit of a crisis in regards to the story as it is. So, I've rewritten a few portions in this one and the next. I apologize if you're disappointed.)
"This book shall serve as a helpful companion for our new otherworldly neighbors ― of the recently integrated region of Tristain. With the Emperor's blessing, we hope to distribute the wealth of information within this book and make it common knowledge for all newly inducted citizens of the Empire."
- Quintus Merdici, Scholar of the Imperial University of Cyrodiil
"It has been known to us, for centuries ― that other realms besides Mundus, contained the possibility of life.
A great, and more recent example being the Oblivion Crisis: when the forces of the Daedric Prince of Destruction, laid waste to this mortal plane ― causing an unfathomable amount of destruction and distress, throughout our beloved Empire.
Were it not for the sacrifice of the last of the Emperor's bloodline ― the Saint, Martin Septim, who gave his life for us, becoming an Avatar of Akatosh to stop the Daedric hordes from overrunning the mundane world.
With this knowledge, it made sense as to why the people of Tamriel were apprehensive of interferences from other planes of existence.
Thus, it is why when the "Transference" as it came to be known, occurred ― transporting the entirety of the Kingdom of Tristain within the borders of Cyrodiil. Caused many to fear this to be a sign of another invasion from Oblivion. It came with a great flash of light that engulfed the northern regions of Cyrodiil, displacing the land around it.
Thankfully, to the shock and relief of many. It wasn't the sight of an invading army that greeted the heart of the Empire. But rather, where one used to find the region of Bruma, in its place was the newly introduced region of Tristain. Its temperate environment, a stark contrast to the harsh tundra around it.
Those within the Empire's Cartographers Guild wept that day, as they realized that their hard work and treasured maps became obsolete overnight.
The presence of a new land, however, was perhaps what the Empire needed to put itself back together again."
― An excerpt from "A Tristainian's Guide To The Empire"
【Pale Pass, The Serpent's Trail, Cyrodiil, 11th of Rain's Hand, 4E, 171】
The sun loomed high in the sky at noon. The rays of Aetherius, bathing the Imperial Garrison below it in its warmth.
Or it would have; were it not for the snow that surrounded them.
The snow capped peaks of the Jerall Mountains that the fort was built beside; had shielded them from the worst the cold of their northern neighbor had to offer. Though, not by much.
The weather of Skyrim, was still relentlessly blowing down on the unfortunate troops within.
Perhaps whoever had commissioned this fort to be named had a sense of humor, as they'd decided to call it Fort Snowfell. Thought many of those garrisoned inside.
An apt name considering its close proximity to the frozen tundra of the province up north.
Though, not as cold as the Nordic homeland, it still felt uncomfortable for the native Imperials in their ranks, which made up the majority of those stationed here.
The cold winds forcing many to stay indoors, seeking comfort by the hearthside fire.
"How long do we have to stay in this Gods forsaken place." Muttered an Imperial, his hands trying to embrace the warmth of the fire in front of him.
"It's only three more weeks until our rotation ends, Julius. So don't go complaining." Replied the man beside him, a Redguard.
He sat on a nearby chair trying to gain even the most minute sense of comfort.
"Three more weeks in this frozen hell? I'd rather take my chances in the Arena." Julius retorted.
He scoffed at the man's apparent optimism. Being a native born of the temperate heartlands of the Empire, the bitter freezing north was not a place he was particularly fond of.
Winters were usually a harsh time for many of their people. As the crops tended to freeze over and many were left isolated within their own homes for the duration of much of it.
It was a somber period for those unused to the season.
The pair sat in silence. Trying to get as much of the heat to surround them as they could within the stonewalls which surrounded them, the only protection they had against the elements.
It was a quiet moment, only interrupted by the occasional coughing and odd noises emanating from either of them.
"That reminds me, when does our shift outside begin, Amil?" Julius asked, trying to replace the dead air around them with conversation.
"Truth be told, it should have started now. But I'm enjoying this warmth too much to move an inch from this spot." The Redguard, Amil, admitted.
He'd nestled himself snugly in a warm blanket and a cup of tea beside him.
The Imperial man shot upwards from his spot at the Redguard's words.
"You fool! Why didn't you warn me? The Legate's going to have our heads for this if we don't get out soon."
Amil said nothing. Simply giving a wry smirk in turn.
The fact that the Redguard before him just acted smug at the face of his outburst, nonplussed at the prospect of a potential punishment; served to irate him even further.
"Relax, Julius. It's not like Legate Tullius is going to flog us for this. I hear he's rather lenient."
"That's not an excuse to be lazing about. Quickly! Gear up, we need to man the walls." He ordered, rushing the man to arise from his spot.
"Fine, fine." Amil spoke as he reached for his armor and weaponry.
My servant, that exists
somewhere in this universe!
A voice seemed to echo within their minds as they began to get up from their spot. Which made the pair look at each other in confusion.
My divine, beautiful,
and powerful familiar!
"Did you say something, Amil?" Julius turned to his friend.
I wish and assert from
the bottom of my heart...
"That wasn't me." Amil denied it. "Do I even sound like a woman?" He asked in turn.
Answer my guidance!
The pair looked around as the voice seemingly finished with its chanting.
ＢＯＯＭ〜
A loud and thunderous explosion from the outside shook the walls of the fort as the pair were gearing up and knocked them down with a heavy thud. The weight of their armor weighing them down as they fell.
Dust and items were thrown about by the shock and the very walls of the fortress stirred before settling moments later.
"What in Oblivion was that!" Shouted Amil, who was still busy picking himself up off the floor.
He barely finished putting on his cuirass as he got up.
"I don't know. But I've a feeling we're about to find out, let's go! Hurry!" Julius rushed his friend towards the door.
As Julius pushed it open the sight that greeted him was a sight for sore eyes.
Greenery, the once bland and lifeless tundra outside had been replaced by a verdant forest. A temperate climate similar to most of Cyrodiil as it was during the warmer months.
The snow that remained which still surrounded the fort appeared to be melting as he could see the white powder turn into water in front of him.
The warm rays of the sun finally seeped through the clouds moments later as he felt it hit his skin. The lovely spring weather was a welcome feeling.
However, he didn't have time to appreciate this new environment.
The commotion of several Legionnaires popping out of the barracks, armed to the teeth, marched out.
The usually quiet fort was now abuzz with activity.
"What happened, are we under attack?" Shouted a Legionary in decorated steel armor outside.
The fort's Legate, by the looks of things. An Imperial man with sharp features to his face, his hair was cut short. His armor, made of steel with gold trimmings, signified his rank and made him stand out from the rest.
"I don't know, sir. I was manning the walls outside when I heard a loud commotion followed by a bright light. Next thing I know, I was knocked off my feet and into the ground. The snow was just… gone!" A slightly distressed Auxiliary reported.
As soon as the man finished, the Legate rushed over to the walls up top. Soon confirming with his own eyes what the man had seen.
The Legate stood dumbfounded at what he saw. In all his years serving in the Legion, this was a sight that he had never seen before.
"By the Nine. What in Oblivion could cause this?" He muttered under his breath.
The landscape around them was vastly different from what they remembered.
Thankfully, however, it seemed that this event only affected the region they were in ― as off in the distance, the White-Gold Tower stood still in the middle of Lake Rumare.
The island that hosted the Imperial City, seemingly unaffected along with its surroundings.
Though his shouting did cause enough of a commotion that others began flocking to his position. The chattering of steel plates and footsteps echoing as they all scrambled to get a view for themselves.
What they saw made some of the less experienced among them collectively gasp at the sight as they took in the new environment.
One particular new feature however, stood out. One visible from their position.
As over the new horizon they could spot what could only be described as a well defended structure ― five towers arrayed in a pentagram shape and walls high enough to give any would be sieger pause.
It stood in the center of this new landscape they found themselves in, as if it was the source of it all.
Yet for all its grandiosity, it appeared unguarded. Seemingly unaware or uncaring of what just happened mere moments prior.
Were they just slow to react? Tullius thought to himself.
The Legate turned to his men who stood by him on the walls, gawking at the sight.
"Does anyone recognize that fortress?" Tullius asked.
His men returned him nothing but shakes of denial. None of them knew to whom it belonged to, but he had a feeling they were responsible.
"Assemble the cohort, immediately! We need to man the defenses and see if there's anything running afoul within the region. If they were so brazen as to hit the Imperial Capital with a spell of such magnitude, surely they would have expected us to respond in turn."
He ordered before he turned to the Auxiliary from before. "Send word to the Imperial City, especially the Emperor himself if you can, he needs to hear of this."
「 Tristain Academy of Magic, at the same time. 」
Another explosion, although one more powerful than usual.
As a thick layer of smoke began to descend upon them and obscured their vision. It appeared that Louise, from where she stood, as she was closest to the blast, looked to be a mess.
Her hair and uniform were singed by the explosion her spell had caused. When the smoke finally cleared with the aid of a wind spell to blow it all away, it gave way to the sight of… nothing.
And just as if it was expected… an almost funeral-like silence descended upon the gathering before finally settling into a rambunctious laughter coming from her peers.
"Great going, Louise! You really had to do it this time as well." Jeered one of her classmates.
Did something go wrong? Louise thought as the smoke cleared upon the Summoning Circle it became apparent.
"That was the biggest one yet!" Another added.
"It seems the Zero has only gotten better at casting that."
Louise gritted her teeth as she heard them say these words. Today was her last chance to prove she wasn't a failure. She wasn't stupid, that much was true.
Her scores when it came to magical theories was solid, except for the practical aspects.
But alas, no matter what she tried, it all ended the same way: with a violent explosion.
Today was no such exception. She had expected to summon a familiar like the rest of her classmates did, one of them even summoned a dragon for Brimir's sake!
She wondered what her family would think of her now, what her mother would think, most of all.
Would she tolerate a failure in her family? One as incapable as her to do even the most basic of spells? She worried for her future.
But there was an odd thing that happened, the students seemed to stop their taunting when they stared at the direction south of them.
She pondered for a moment as to what could possibly halt them in their bullying of her. Only to be shocked herself when she saw it with her own eyes.
There stood a tower, brilliantly colored in white-goldish hues, standing proudly. It appeared to be nearly reaching to the skies, if their eyes didn't betray them.
"Has that always been there before?" Asked a student. He gawked in wonder at the view.
"No, if it were, we wouldn't be surprised about it." Another added. His mouth was wide open as he spoke.
The Professor, Mister Colbert, a teacher who had dedicated twenty years to Tristain Magic Academy, was the one who oversaw this year's ritual.
His Runic name was "Colbert the Flame Snake," and, naturally, he was a mage specializing in fire magic.
He seen many things in his life, but this... It was certainly up there in the strangest things he'd come to witness in his life. But, for it to coincidentally appear as soon as the young Miss Vallière finished her spell? Could it be?
He moved to get himself a better look, climbing atop the Academy's walls and up onto the ramparts.
To put it bluntly, he was astonished at the sight before him.
As it seemed an entirely different land altogether had appeared before them.
The rolling verdant green plains which used to surround them and the forests on the edge of it were gone. Replaced by a new landscape.
Of particular note included, was the impressive city from far away.
Magnificent in scale, easily surpassing the Royal Capital of Tristain in size and grandeur.
It appeared to be surrounded by a lake. As fortresses dotted the smaller islands around it and bridges led into the city proper, several outlying settlements could be spotted nearby. Its walls were large enough to protect its citizens from any conventional attack.
It looked majestic to be sure, but what stood out the most for those who saw it, was the tall tower in its center. Dwarfing in height nearly everything around it, even the mountains.
At that moment, Colbert knew she didn't fail her summoning. She'd finally succeeded in performing magic, he was elated for his student. But, whether or not that was a good thing, remained to be seen.
「 Tristain Academy of Magic, Director Osmond's Office, Night. 」
Classes after the conclusion of the Summoning Ritual went about as normal.
Having been instructed by the Academy's Director, Old Osmond himself to disregard the new environment outside, citing it as: "Not important at the moment for the children's education." But the staff knew that all was not as it seems.
An air of unease permeated through the faculty as they racked their minds to think about their current predicament.
"The moons appear to be… different. Larger too." Commented Professor Colbert as he peered out the windows of the Director's office.
He had immediately sought an audience with the old mage upon the end of the ritual.
"Are you suggesting that we're no longer on Halkeginia, old friend? Such a claim would be unbelievable." Old Osmond replied.
His hand held an old pipe he was about to light. He'd usually do this to ease his worries.
"Evidence seems to point to the contrary, Osmond." Jean pointed out.
They couldn't deny that the landscape before them seemed to be completely different from what it was just hours ago.
The large city on the lowlands away from the Academy for example, appeared to be surrounded by a slightly warm but temperate climate, with mangroves dotting the lake around the islands.
The city was quite a sight to see. Completely dwarfing any of the cities he'd seen throughout his lifetime. It was a magnificent sight, even more so with the lights now illuminating the city from afar.
"If what you say is true, then it'd be imperative we make contact with this region's lordship. To prevent any misunderstandings, of course." Old Osmond said whilst stroking his beard in thought.
He'd finished lighting his pipe as he spoke, and put it to his mouth. Attempting to smoke away some of his worries.
"With your permission, Director, I'd like to go visit that city. It'd hardly do for us to stay here until something happens."
Old Osmond pondered his friend's plan.
While he could try contacting the Palace Royale for instructions on how to proceed from here, he'd imagined it would take too long for that to happen.
The Court Royale would no doubt be as confused and lost as they were. Upon realizing they now found themselves… elsewhere.
"It's a dangerous gamble. Are you sure about this?" He spoke after thinking on it.
"I am. And if it's at all possible, I'd like to bring Miss Vallière with me. She's no doubt a part of what's going on here, and it'd be better to explain with her present."
"The Duchess de la Vallière is going to kill you if anything happens to her daughter." Osmond pointed out.
Professor Colbert gulped. "W-well it's not like anything too bad could happen. They don't seem immediately hostile."
Old Osmond laughed at his bravado.
"You sure are brave, Mon Amie. Very well I shall be drafting a letter to the palace in the meanwhile to explain the situation. No doubt they'd be coming to us for answers, and I would appreciate it if you brought those with you on your return."
With a nod of affirmation the two men concluded their meeting. Preparing for the day ahead in their own ways.
【 Tristain Academy of Magic, Outskirts, 15th of Rain's Hand, 4E, 171】
The morning fog gave way that morning and cleared to the sight of Imperial steel, marching through their roads in a steady rhythm to the sound of footsteps. Discipline and coordination evident in their conduct as they made their way to what seemed to be the source of all this commotion. The Academy.
At the head of this army was a man who marched in step with his own troops.
Ordained in slightly fancier armor ― though no less protective as the ones his men wore. Was the Legate of Fort Snowfell. Tullius.
Word had arrived quickly towards the Emperor about this new variable and he was given command of an extra cohort for this mission.
After mustering up the men, he ordered them to march towards what they thought was a fortress of sorts. Only to realize it wasn't what it appeared to be.
"Do you reckon we'd be forced to fight some cabal of crazy mages or something?" Asked Amil.
He'd been marching beside his friend all the way from Fort Snowfell up to now.
"I sure hope not." Julius responded.
Steady steps in a nearly synchronous pattern echoed throughout the countryside as they walked. Covering the sound of their conversation.
"But what if it's worse?" Amil said.
Causing Julius to momentarily pause before continuing his pace.
"How could it possible be worse?"
"I don't know. But whatever could do such a thing to this region would no doubt be powerful." He surmised.
Julius shook his head to erase the thought from his mind. He didn't want to confront his own mortality so soon. Not when he was nearing his end of duty.
"Look alive, men!" Shouted a voice from nearby.
The booming noise of a Nord man clad in the outfit of an Imperial Officer said aloud.
Everyone around them stared forward as they saw why the Nord called out.
It seemed they had a few eyes upon them as they passed by a small hamlet.
Ignoring all that, the Imperials marched about as if they owned the place ― though, considering the distance between this village and the Imperial City, they practically did.
Many eyes fell upon them as they paraded about, heading to what seemed to be the only notable landmark within the area, The Tristain Academy of Magic.
The Legate, who stood at the head of the formation raised a hand and ordered his men to stop - as a strange band of well-dressed men approached.
Tullius' face remained neutral. Though he had it on his mind to criticize the apparent fashion sense of the men before him.
Clad in ridiculously frilly outfits and a cloak that seemed too decorative to be practical, they began to approach him and his men.
"In the name of Queen Marianne de Tristain, I order you to halt!" The man attempted to shout at them.
The Legate skeptically raised a brow at the mention of an unknown monarch and what appeared to be their messenger.
"I have no need to listen to your orders, but very well." Tullius declared.
The man seemed incensed at the gesture, but seemed to recompose himself fairly quickly as the man beside him pinched his sides.
"Ahem." He cleared his throat. "We inquire as to your reasons for being here."
"We are under the orders of the Emperor, Titus Mede II of the Mede Empire. To investigate the source of this unusual phenomenon." Tullius explained.
Causing the man to stare, bewildered.
"Emperor who?" He asked.
"Titus Mede II." Tullius replied bluntly.
But as he realized that no recognition came to either party, they were at a standstill.
Tullius gave out a sigh at this. "I take it you're not from here then if you don't recognize the current sovereign of the Empire."
To which the man shook his head in denial.
By the Nine, I can already tell this is going to be a long day. The Legate internally cursed to himself.
「 Colbert and Louise, On the road to the Imperial City, Cyrodiil 」
Louise constantly shifted herself atop her saddle as they went along the cobbled roads. The Professor and her had been on the road for a while and it was starting to become uncomfortable. That blasted city looking nowhere closer than it did when their journey started.
"Are we there yet, Professor?" She asked impatiently.
Professor Colbert had been drawing up a simple map on their way, to avoid any detours on their way back. As they were both unfamiliar with these roads, they took their time and watched the paths warily.
He seemed unresponsive as he was still checking his notes. Louise growing more irate.
"Professor?" She asked again, this time with the added benefit of being poked by a long stick she'd picked up along the way. Startling the Professor.
"Ah, my apologies, Miss Vallière. I was merely lost in my pages for a moment. These lands are quite fascinating, you see." He admitted before immediately going back to his notes, although Louise was annoyed at that.
What could possibly have caught his fancy, weren't they on a mission?
The Professor before her was as excited as ever, nearly five days into their journey. Never seeming to lose interest in the happenings around him. As he would seemingly stop every now and then to pick strange flowers, talking to the locals and upon occasion, giving a glance at ancient ruins, jotting their approximate locations on his map.
Louise wouldn't have minded in other circumstances ― but it seemed as if the Professor was delaying their journey more than is necessary.
"Professor, if I may ask. How long until we reach that city?" She asked impatiently. Their journey was nearing a week's length at this point.
"According to that village we passed by, not long now if we follow this road." He pointed forwards.
"But we've been traveling for days. I'm getting tired from all this riding."
Colbert sighed. Whilst he was used to riding on horseback from his days in the military, he had forgotten his students were not.
At best, they only knew the basics. From doing so as a hobby back at their own homes no doubt. Not very compatible with life on the march.
"Miss Vallière, while I appreciate your eagerness. You should also learn to appreciate the beauty of the world around you. Much as strange as it is for us to be here in this moment, surely you wouldn't wish to pass up such an opportunity of learning, no?"
Colbert tried to lecture her to which only groans of frustration came about from the young noble.
Their journey continued on like this, until finally arriving near the outskirts of the city itself.
It was far grander than they anticipated. With the bridge leading into the city itself stretching hundreds, if not thousands of mails long ― crossing a wide gap across the lake.
Realizing that the journey across the bridge itself would take quite a while, especially given the traffic. They opted to spend the night near a village called Weye before moving on.
Thankfully for the weary travelers. It didn't take long for them to find an inn for the night. The owner being one Imperial man by the name of Marceau, who had inherited it from the previous tenant.
"Ten Septims for a room." Marceau said to the Professor.
Causing Colbert to sheepishly look on at his coin purse. Realizing that he didn't have any of this land's currency to trade with.
"Ah, unfortunately, my good man. I'm afraid I don't have any of these 'septims' as you call them, but. Would you accept payment by other means?" Colbert tried to haggle.
"I'm running a business here, Sir. I can't do charity." He crossed his arms.
"No, I'm sure you wouldn't." Colbert reached for his satchel beside him, plucking out a few pieces of new gold. "Would these suffice? They're genuine gold, I assure you."
Skeptically he accepted one of the coins and proceeded to gently bite on it. Leaving small indents.
"Well, feels real enough. I guess I could have the gold be appraised later on." Marceau ducked down beneath his counter and picked up a key, handing it to Colbert.
"Room's down the hall and to the left, I'll leave yourselves to settle in. Have a nice day now." He said before turning in to his own room.
Their late arrival prompted the owner to hop out of bed at nearly nine in the evening.
The Young Vallière girl meanwhile was gently tapping her foot with impatience upon the aged wooden floor. Upon seeing the Professor return with a key in hand he'd led them to their room.
It was a quaint little space that they shared with each other. A single window overlooked the vast lake before them as the city's lights glowed in the distance.
It looked beautiful to be sure, but Louise wanted to reserve judgement before seeing the inside for herself. However, it seemed she had exhausted any remaining shred of thinking capability for the day. As she felt the hands of weariness dragging her towards the bed. Compelling her to sleep.
"Now, Miss Vallière, I'd like for us to go over our plans tomorrow for when we cross that bridge into the city proper." Colbert called out to her.
"Yes, Professor." She replied, only to be interrupted by a yawn. She seemed to be more tired than she let on.
Colbert sighed. "Or, we can do so tomorrow. It's getting late after all." He chuckled.
"Good… idea…" Louise said before drifting off to sleep. The last thing she saw before her mind faded into unconsciousness was the light of the twin moons bathing down on them.
"This bridge is a marvel of engineering!" Colbert exclaimed as he took in the sights around him.
They had left the inn early in the morning, thinking they'd be able to finish crossing by midday.
Hopefully enough time to find a room with vacancy before they could talk to any local officials regarding their issues.
"How? It's just a longer bridge than usual. I don't see what's so special about it." Louise said dismissively.
"Look around you, Miss Vallière." Colbert gestured to the space surrounding them.
It seemed crowded. Droves of people walked among them, heading in and out of the city in the middle of the lake, with guards stationed in intervals. No doubt placed there to be able to react accordingly in time from any troubles.
"So? It's a long and crowded bridge." She said after checking her pockets. One of the locals had brushed against her roughly and she worried she might have had her pockets picked.
"This entire place just radiates culture and history." Colbert tried to explain.
The bridge itself seemed well worn and travelled. No doubt a product of its age and the use its seen. He would have loved to have spoken to those involved in the creation of it, but they were no doubt no longer in this world.
"I guess so." Louise hesitantly admitted. Seeing all these strange colorful people around them was quite an experience.
By the time they reached the entrance proper, they were halted by a line. A line of people stretching far back by hundreds of mails. It seemed the guards were on high alert.
"Miss Vallière, it seems we're going to have to wait a moment before our turn." Colbert relayed to his student.
Frustration now on her face upon seeing this delay in front of her. She didn't want to stay under the surprisingly humid heat of the outside.
Taking their spot in line, they waited their turn, the sun beginning to loom high over them.
It was taking a while. But Louise could see the line shrinking in front of her, a small comfort within this uncomfortable wait.
With each step they took closer to the entrance, the size of the place became more apparent. It was ― to put it simply, huge.
The walls towered over them and the sound of bustling people became louder. They were closer now to their goal.
"Next!" Shouted a guard. He wore a simple yet robust looking piece of steel armor over a leather tunic.
He hadn't had his helmet on, allowing people to clearly see his face. He was a young man with slight Merish features to him. Though, Louise and Colbert didn't know that. To them, he just had sharper and angular features than usual, with oddly jaundiced skin.
"Name and occupation?" He asked the pair upon seeing them. A small ledger was in his hand. With detailed logs of those who came and went into the Imperial City.
"Professor Jean-Baptiste Colbert of Tristain's Academy of Magic." Colbert introduced himself.
To which the guard diligently took notes as he spoke. Although he muttered a quiet complaint about 'more mages' entering the city all the while.
"And what of the little one?" He pointed to Louise.
Causing the young girl to nearly fume at the comment.
"This here is my student Louise Françoise Le Blanc de la Vallière." Colbert interjected before Louise could complain.
"Awfully long name. Right… Well, I've never heard of this Tristain place before, and you two don't seem like citizens of the Empire. I'm going to have to ask my superiors first before I let you in." Scratching his head in confusion.
"That's fi-" Colbert was about to say before his student interrupted.
"Are you kidding me?!" Louise exclaimed in frustration.
"We've been waiting here for hours and you have the gall to stop us from entering?"
"Miss Vallière, please calm down. We don't want to start a ruckus." Colbert tried to placate her.
"Old man's right, little lady. I'm sorry but I'm going to have to follow protocol." The Guard added.
"No! I'm tired of waiting out here in the sun for Brimir's sake!"
Behind her, the lines of people who waited seemed just as irritated. Though some shot disbelieving glares at the sight of what was presumably a snotty child in front of their eyes.
Upon hearing this commotion outside, the Guard's Captain, a Bosmer came into view.
"What on Nirn is going on here? Guards, what's the hold up?" He shouted towards the crowd.
Louise was about to retort until she saw the ears on his person, a familiar pair of pointed…
"E… ELF!" She shouted hysterically.
The crowd around them looked confused at her screaming.
【 White-Gold Tower, the Imperial City, 18th of Rain's Hand, 4E, 171 】
The Elder Council sat in session. The topic of today's agenda: the mysterious appearance of new settlements within what once was the region of Bruma. Their sudden appearance had caused much worry over the state of Cyrodiil.
With the region being previously the heart of Mehrunes Dagon's invasion during the Oblivion Crisis, many feared a repeat; particularly those who were alive and present during that time. As a few of the races of Tamriel were quite long-lived, making experiences as harrowing as an invasion from Oblivion, feel quite fresh in their minds.
Such fears, however, were immediately put to rest upon the discovery of a Mannish race already living on the premises.
But this revelation itself led to a new set of problems, particularly when it came to Imperial Authority.
If these people were to remain here, they would have to eventually be integrated into the Empire itself, but there was only one problem: they've yet to meet any form of higher authority from the other end.
"Have we made contact with these people's leadership?" Asked the Emperor, Titus Mede II.
He had ascended to the throne only a few years prior, his rule had barely lasted five years at this point. Inheriting a dying Empire was no easy task, as many provinces' loyalties came into question.
Many of his rule's issues were inherited from the previous Emperors such as: the secession of Black Marsh, the troubles in Hammerfell and Highrock, add to that Morrowind's rather disruptive aftereffects from Red Mountain's eruption, chief among them.
"Officially speaking, no. But some of our Legions have reportedly conversed with many of the new villages that have popped up, their village heads have told us that they belonged to a country called 'Tristain.'" The High Councilor reported.
He was a Breton man wearing a simple yet well made Mage's Robe, the Imperial sigil emblazoned on it.
"Tristain? I've never heard of such a place." Mede spoke aloud.
"Neither have our records. From what these villagers have told us, they're a kingdom currently ruled by a Queen. And if what our scouts say are to be believed; their Capital seems to have been transported next to our border to Skyrim. Near the Hold of Falkreath."
"They've control of the gateway between our provinces? That's unacceptable." Another Councilor said, a man by the name of Alexandre Motierre.
"Your Majesty, I implore you to act before the safety of our Empire comes into question. With the Aldmeri Dominion breathing down our necks from the former provinces of Valenwood and Elsweyr, we cannot afford to show such weakness." Alexandre pleaded.
The Emperor pondered for a moment. His Legions were stretched thin, fighting a series of wars and insurrections throughout what remains of the Empire.
Even some particularly rowdy nobles within Skyrim's Reach region had nearly managed to get him angered enough to personally come and quell it himself. Despite his advanced age.
The issue remained. He didn't have enough troops to spare. With the majority of the Imperial Legions out on the borders watching for any aggression coming from the Aldmeri Dominion, or off quelling a rebellion from would-be rebel states.
His mind wondered as to why the Divines would burden them with such a new variable ― were they perhaps intended to conquer it?
He couldn't allow Skyrim to remain separated from the rest of the Empire due to where this new Kingdom had found itself in, so their integration was inevitable.
He simply couldn't allow an unaligned rogue state within their borders.
The Aldmeri Dominion would have pounced on them immediately at such a sign of weakness.
Before he could make up his mind, however, a guard came into the room, with an urgent message he carried.
"Urgent news, Your Majesty!" The Guard said, nearly shouting.
Many of the Council looked in disdain at the rude interruption, but the Emperor paid them no heed.
Holding up a hand to silence them, he turned to the guard and asked. "What news do you bring? What would compel you to interrupt such an important session?"
"T-the foreigners, Your Majesty. They've sent an envoy. They seek an audience with us."
The Council's voices became as one when they all began to speak amongst themselves at the news.
"And where is this envoy you speak of? Who are they to ask such a thing without prior notice?" Angrily asked another Councilor, his balding grey head a sign of his age.
"They claim to be a Professor from a magical academy and his student, they arrived at the City's gates early this morning when the younger one demanded to be let in. The guards apprehended them when they became delirious at the sight of an Elf. Claiming them to be "unholy hellspawn" that deserved to be put down."
A few of the Elder Council snickered at the comment. While many of them didn't particularly care about the racial issues between Mer and Man, they also had no love lost between them if they were to be insulted.
The Aldmeri Dominion, being their current rival, had made relations between their races troubling and exacerbated their issues.
"I trust they're currently being treated fairly?" The Emperor asked, after it seemed like none in the council cared to pursue the topic further.
"Yes, Your Majesty. We've currently had them confined to one of our finest hotels within the city. It was done upon an agreement we made with them, that no Elf is to be within view of the envoys."
The Emperor stroked his beard in contemplation. This was an opportunity, if they actively sought peaceful negotiations, he wouldn't need to have to subjugate them by the tip of a bloodied sword.
Although their rather rash reaction to the Elves could prove to be problematic, he was sure he could iron that kink out in the future.
"Have a meeting set-up as quickly as possible. I'd like to formally meet these envoys personally." He ordered.
"So soon, Your Majesty? I think it'd be more fitting for them to wait a bit. Give them time to cool off before we agree to such a thing." The High Councilor interjected.
"Yes, I'm sure. Now, do so at once. I tire of having to speculate. Having a face to talk to would ensure our dealings proceed smoothly, wouldn't you agree?"
The Breton relented. "Very well, Your Majesty. But if I may, perhaps we shall have one of the gardens refurbished for the occasion. I'm sure they'd appreciate the sentiment of being in a lovely garden more than a foreboding and dreary office."
The Emperor waved him off after this and concluded the session. He had a meeting to prepare for.
「 The Golden Septim Hotel, the Imperial City, Noon, 18th of Rain's Hand, 4E, 171 」
Louise was dumbfounded and sat in confusion after the morning's events.
No sooner had they arrived at the entrance of the, quite frankly, large city ― a journey which took them a week or so of travel no less! The land was deceptively small from the Academy's view!
Were they put under house arrest. Of course that may have been her fault, but it was a perfectly normal reaction to seeing an elf.
Though that elf didn't quite appear to be the same as the ones the Church of Brimir warned them of.
It was short, though slightly taller than Louise, with angular features, eyes with full brown coloring and slightly tanned skin ― a vaguely earthly scent clinging to their person.
Completely different from the blond haired, fair skin enemies who lived in the Holy Land. But the one thing they had in common, were the ears.
By the Founder! That was an Elf if she ever saw one.
It was completely reasonable for her to draw her wand and attempt to strike it down where he stood.
But the guards seemed to act faster than she could. Grabbing her by the wrist and restraining them.
She'd only been trying to help, yet the guards didn't see it that way.
They couldn't possibly be consorting with the enemy, could they?
This was a strange city after all, one which not only had strange customs and people's, but uncomfortably humid as well on the outside.
Sure, it dwarfed her beloved kingdom's capital in certain aspects, but she wasn't quite comfortable here the way she would be at the Royal Capital.
Leaving those thoughts at that, she wondered how the Professor faired.
He didn't seem to be quite as rash as her in their actions, willingly surrendering himself upon realizing what Louise had done.
She knew she had to apologize to him when this ordeal was over. She just hoped her mother wouldn't have to hear about this.
Professor Jean Colbert sat in the room the guards had provided him with.
They were courteous enough to escort them to a hotel when they revealed themselves to be envoys of Tristain. His student, the young Miss Vallière was however placed in a separate room.
No doubt to prevent any more of her violent outbursts. But he could unfortunately understand their precaution ― it wasn't every day a magical accident transports an entire kingdom on your doorsteps, one which seemed familiar yet alien to their own.
On their way he could see the unique architecture of the City as they went, tall marble structures, delicately carved statues, and perfectly paved roads too.
He had to give praise where appropriate. This nation seemed to have quite the talent for architecture from what he could see. Being able to design and build such immaculately planned cities.
The streets were wide. Wider than even the ones at the Royal Capital, easily being able to fit hundreds of people at once. It was a sight to see for the Professor as he could notice that people from all walks of life were among the crowds as they walked.
But that wasn't the only thing that caught his eye, as he saw the various fashions adorning the people of the streets. Made up of many designs from various cultures and styles. Even stranger were the people who wore them, from one of those strange Elves, Dark skinned Humans and he swore he even saw a vaguely feline shaped humanoid walk by ― talking to another which looked like a lizard. He was unsure what to make of that bizarre sight.
Despite the seemingly joyous menagerie of diversity however, there seemed to be a stiff mood that clung in the air. As the people and the garrison seemed on edge since the moment they set foot within the walls of this city. The armed guards watched with scrutiny, every person that they deemed suspicious.
Something the ones accompanying him probably did not pick up on ― or intentionally ignored, but Colbert recognized that feeling. The atmosphere of dread accompanying the aftermath of a great tragedy.
Perhaps these people were troubled by their strange appearance.
Wishing to learn more about them, he asked one of the guards when they had arrived at the hotel. If he could have something to read about while they waited.
"I know just the thing, wait one moment." The Guard dismissed himself. Before returning not long after with him carrying a book with the title on the cover written: A Pocket Guide To The Empire, Third Edition.
Seeing the potential wealth of information, Colbert began to vicariously read the contents within.
It was a fascinating piece of literature, covering certain topics which interested him greatly.
He was hooked the moment he opened up the book and saw that it began with a foreword.
Simply stating: "When the first edition of the Pocket Guide to the Empire was published, over four hundred years ago, it was to describe and delineate a new nation under the Emperor Tiber Septim."
Seeing no frame of reference as to how long this length of time exactly was, this part left him slightly confused.
"Ancient independent kingdoms had tumbled; the war-weary citizenry were frightened, believing wild rumors and fantastical stories about the people of neighboring provinces: the very notion of a single Tamrielic Empire, the first in nearly a thousand years, was strange and foreboding."
Quite a grand claim. Colbert thought. Pieces of this so far felt more like mythology than history.
"The book was intended to inform, educate, and reassure the people of a new empire."
He didn't quite know what to make of these people yet from what little he's seen.
They appeared to be quite wealthy and they also seemed to revere knowledge as well. Given how these pocket guides were intended to guide the masses by providing them with knowledge of the world around them.
An admirable idea. One he wished to do the same for when it came to his home country.
Yet he couldn't understand why, hoping he could find the answer within the tome he now held; he began to continue reading further.
It became clear immediately to Colbert as he read on that Tristain was nowhere near Halkeginia any longer. As the details of the book described sights that weren't present in their former world ― in particular, the geography.
Tristain now found itself in what was once the northernmost region of the province of Cyrodiil. Giving him the uncomfortable implication that they were now technically squatters on foreign land.
He gulped as he realized the ramifications of such a thing. The natural snowy north, shifted away to make room for the temperate climes of Tristain ― interrupting the local environs and their politics.
He put it to the back of his mind for now, no use worrying when he could possibly meet the ruler of this city to explain themselves.
Hoping to God or whoever was listening he'd be a reasonable man. Which brings him back to the book, a section regarding the city itself.
"The Imperial City in the heartland of Tamriel, is the ancient seat of power and the capital of the Empire of Tamriel. From the First Era until now, the White-Gold Tower is the center of the Tamrielic cultures and the beacon of the Imperial authorities." The book described.
Completely captivated by the descriptors, he began to lose himself in the text, spending what could have easily amounted to hours in the process.
As fascinating as this all was, this was only considered a "Pocket Guide." He could only imagine how grand their Imperial Libraries must be.
Arming himself with a basic enough knowledge from what he read, he felt just a little more confident at the upcoming meeting.
「 White-Gold Tower, the Imperial City, Afternoon, 18th of Rain's Hand, 4E, 171 」
Escorted by one of the Emperor's own finest. Agents from what was known as the Penitus Oculatus, the Tristainians found themselves walking down a beautifully decorated and well kept garden space within the inner portions of the Imperial City; near what was as the White-Gold Tower, the heart of Imperial Authority.
Brilliant colored flowers, tastefully trimmed shrubbery, and near-lifelike statues depicting ancient heroes adorned the space.
Colbert couldn't help but hum in appreciation at the quality of the work around him. There were pieces here that could certainly put many of the local artisans back home to shame.
Yet, to him. It seemed almost undeserving for them to be here. Given how rude their presence must seem to the natives.
As despite the picturesque scenery. They couldn't help but flinch when they saw the sight of one of those local Elves again.
This one, however had ashen grey skin and their eyes a vibrant red. A different breed perhaps? They couldn't tell for sure.
Professor Colbert urged Louise to hide behind him as they made their way past. The dark elf looking confused at the pair.
The Elf eyed them warily then asked the Agent escorting them.
"What's their problem?" His voice coming off as rough like gravel.
the Agent merely shrugged in response. "They have an Elf problem apparently. They're jumpy around whenever they see one of you Merfolk."
The Elf huffed. "Typical. Well I'll best be out of your hair then." He began to pack up his things. Carrying with him, what appeared to be gardening equipment, then left. The Agent gave him a nod as he went.
It seemed the elf was the caretaker of this garden. And they had unintentionally insulted him.
"Did we offend him by any chance?" Professor Colbert meekly said.
The Agent seemed surprised at being spoken to. He was mostly silent during the walk here.
"Who? Jiun? No, he's way too thick skinned for that. I believe he only left out of consideration. Not many people feel comfortable around Dark Elves after all."
Colbert made a mental note at that information. A Dark Elf? It almost sounded like something out of a horror novel. He thought.
"Yet, you seem quite friendly with him?"
"Why shouldn't I? He's a good man, takes care of this garden and helps out around the Palace. Haven't an issue with them, really. It's the Altmer you have to be wary of." The Agent explained as they walked.
The Professor took in this information like a sponge. More things he had to look up on afterwards. But there was also another question he wanted answered.
"I notice that you add the suffix Mer when referring to the elves. What does that mean?"
"It means Elf in Aldmeris, an old Elven language. It's just used nowadays to tell apart what an Elf's race is, like Dunmer for Dark Elves, Bosmer for Wood Elves, Altmer for High Elves, as an example." He started counting off the races of Elf he was familiar with.
How fascinating. Different races of Elves living with Humans, such a thing would have certainly not only been unheard of in Halkeginia, but would brand them as heretics for participating.
The conversation flowed back and forth like this when Colbert continued to ask about various things he saw for himself within the Imperial City, it was one thing to read about it in a book, but it was a different experience altogether when coming from a first-hand source.
Not long after they finally reached their intended destination. A rather spacious locale with a marble pavilion as its centerpiece. A table placed in the middle was where an older gentleman awaited them.
He appeared to be quite old, his hair greyed with age and flowing down to his neck, with a short groomed beard.
He wore on his body, a fine fur cloak and a coat with the middle being dominated by a red and gold pattern, a stylized depiction of a dragon emblazoned at the center. He had an air of authority about him, this man, no doubt, was their Emperor.
He didn't pay them much mind, taking his time poring over what appeared to be a map of their continent.
Seeing it for the first time, Colbert was finally able to piece just how big the Empire truly was.
He looked up for a moment upon hearing their footsteps approaching. His face held frozen in a form of neutrality ― betraying no emotion, he seemed as solid as stone this way.
"So…" The Emperor drawled out. "You're the envoys? Hardly seems appropriate to bring a child with you during such a meeting." He spoke after seeing Louise behind Colbert.
Louise almost shot back with a retort, only to remember she was dealing with a Sovereign here. One who had been crowned Emperor of all things.
Barring the Germanians as an example. Halkeginia has never had one in millennia ― as those that sought to unite the continent under a single empire, failed to do so. Making the role largely fade into a historical footnote.
She wisely held her tongue. As she looked up at the form of her teacher, Professor Colbert; who had been mulling over about what he was to speak about during this meeting.
He'd spent the past few hours at the hotel formulating excuses as to why they were here, only to decide in the end that full transparency would have given them better standing ― only to find himself unable to speak.
He'd been nervous before, but never like this. This was the first time anyone from his kingdom had spoken to a person of such authority as an Emperor; if the tails written in that Pocket Guide were to be believed, he'd best tread lightly.
"I…" Colbert inwardly chastised himself for slurring his words. "Beg your pardon, Your Majesty. I did not mean to insult you by bringing along my student for this meeting. But, I assure you, she is vital in our efforts at relaying our intentions." He promised to the man after managing to stammer out his words.
With a humph, he motioned for him to continue.
"My name is Jean-Baptiste Colbert, a Professor at Tristain's Academy of Magic. Our kingdom's finest magical institution." He proudly boasted, only to be met with indifference.
He'd thought the mention of their magical ability would be enough to peak some interest, but it seems to have failed.
The Emperor stared at Colbert for a moment. His eyes drilling into his with an intensity like fire ― only to break contact before turning to his maps laid on the table.
"So, what brings you here, exactly?" He gestured to a section of the map, a region was highlighted in red.
"Your presence has caused a great disruption on my Empire, adding only to the tension in the midst of trying times, if I may add."
Colbert and Louise gulped in distress. The sound of their swallows audible to those present.
"Were you consorting with the Daedra?" He accused them.
"I was told there was some form of invocation heard throughout the lands of Bruma, just before your people materialized on top of it. From my understanding of magic. No mortal is capable of feats such as this by themselves."
Colbert didn't know what a Daedra was but decided that keeping silent was doing them no good, he chose to speak up.
"It was an accident on our end." He admitted. Pausing for a bit before the Emperor gestured for him to continue.
"Yesterday was a yearly ritual we would often perform. Wherein a young aspiring mage was to summon their lifelong companions ― a familiar." He explained.
"It's a ritual all mages in our society has to perform. It just so happened that the spell, in this particular instance. Backfired and summoned us here instead."
The Emperor listened intently. His mind absorbing every word as the Professor explained. He seemed truthful, albeit too open, one should keep their secrets to their chest, lest they be used against them.
"I take it the reason you brought this young girl here." The Emperor pointed at Louise. "Is because she was the cause of all this?"
Louise shivered at the attention. She didn't expect to be called out so soon.
Her eyes met the Emperor's which nearly made her buckle in defeat. He had an intensity to him that she could compare to only one other person, her mother.
This situation reminded her far too much of when she would be scolded by her parents. The embarrassment and shame of the situation piercing through her heart.
But with the Kingdom's future at the hands of this powerful individual, her fears were amplified.
"Yes, she is." Colbert replied before covering her behind him, in an attempt to protect the young woman.
"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you." The Emperor smiled as he assured them. He gestured to the empty air beside him and said.
"Branwen," He called out, "What do you make of these people?"
It would have seemed odd for them to see the imposing looking Emperor speaking to nothing beside him; were it not for the sudden materialization of a man cloaked in a mage's robe standing next to him.
He appeared to be human, but with this strange new land they found themselves in, they couldn't be quite sure.
Wearing a deep purple cloak with the same dragon sigil emblazoned on it ― stood a Breton man.
He was Emperor Titus Mede II's personal advisor, a former Nobleman from High Rock, who pledged his services to the Empire.
"They appear to be truthful, no doubt about that. Your Majesty." The Breton spoke.
"So it would seem." The Emperor agreed, "I apologize if I seemed rude to you ― but I had to make sure that you kept nothing from me." The Emperor spoke calmly.
Professor Colbert stood dumbfounded as he saw the man go from immaterial to material in mere moments. No doubt a display of their magic ― a kind which he observed, seemed to not rely on wands.
Wandless Magic was merely theoretical to those who studied the craft of magic. With the only examples of actual practical use belonging to the elves; humans being unable to use it naturally.
"This is my advisor and personal friend. The Imperial Battlemage, Branwen. He also happens to be the Headmaster of the Imperial City's, University." The Emperor introduced him.
"A pleasure." He gave a bow of respect.
Colbert didn't knew what an Imperial Battlemage was supposed to be, but he assumed it to be an important high ranking title, given the amount of respect the Emperor seemed to give him.
But he returned the greeting as respectfully as he could. He didn't want to insult these people.
"Likewise." He greeted back.
"Back to the matter at hand." The Emperor steered the topic back.
"Your little ritual was the cause of this predicament we now find ourselves in, yes? Do you have a means of reversing it to bring you back?" The Imperial Battlemage asked asked, curiosity evident on his face now.
"Unfortunately, no. The spell was only designed to go one-way. Tampering with its design, would be tantamount to heresy."
Branwen's ears perked up at the mention of heresy.
"Heresy? Against what? If your magic requires the aid of the void of Oblivion then we'd most likely agree. As tampering with spells from that plane of existence is often dangerous." Branwen interjected.
At the mention of the void, the Tristainians locked up. If these people were aware of the Founder's power, they probably would have them all in the Nobility imprisoned in response.
Especially if they considered the Founder's element and his blessings to be dangerous.
"To have your students work with magic that's well beyond their years, is irresponsible. Why would you allow such a thing?"
"Because it's tradition!" The young mage interrupted before the Breton could seemingly belittle their traditions any more.
"It's my proof as a mage!" Tears threatened to well up within her eyes as she began to speak. "And I… Oh, Founder, I messed it up." She sank to her knees after her outburst.
The men from the Empire looked incredulously at the sight of the young student who was whimpering before them.
Professor Colbert attempted to comfort her, only to be dismissed out of hand by the girl.
Confused, Branwen asked. "What does the ritual have to do with being a mage?"
"Because summoning a familiar is proof of your nobility. That is why it is sacred. Every mage is required to perform it when they come of age, and the resulting summon will be accompanying them for the rest of their lives." Colbert explained.
"I don't understand. What does your nobility have to do with magic?" Branwen asked.
He was now intrigued as to why they came to such a conclusion. These people's customs became even more stranger to him the more he heard.
"What do you mean? Is it not the case that magic is the sole domain of the nobility?" His brows wavered in worry.
"Only those born of noble blood can wield it." Colbert explained, this time, it was his turn to be confused.
"Not here." Scoffing in dismissal the Professor's ridiculous notion.
"The only limiter to the ways of the clever craft is your willingness to learn and the money for tutors. Basically anyone can be a mage, that's how it's always been."
Both men stared in bewilderment towards each other. Barely registering the quieting whimpers of the young Vallière.
While the two mages had their talk, the Emperor had approached her.
Holding out a hand to comfort the young mage. He reached to wipe her tears.
Something about her had triggered his paternal instincts. Something he thought lost to him when his only son died years ago.
"Hush now, child. This is no place for tears." He told her.
"I'm… not… a… child…" She said in-between tears. "I'm sixteen years old!" She managed to get out.
"Bah, when you get to my age, everyone's a child in my eyes." He scoffed at her small outburst.
The two mages stopped their bickering as they realized it would only cause them headaches to continue the discussion. Turning instead to see the Emperor on one knee comforting a crying teen.
"Your Majesty, this seems rather unbecoming of you." Branwen chided.
"Nonsense. These people are lost, Branwen. With no way to return home, would it not be our duty to help them?" The Emperor said thusly.
He turned to the Professor. "On my honor, as Emperor Titus Mede II, I swear this: your nation shall have my protection during the duration of your stay on Tamriel." He swore.
Colbert felt elated for a moment.
This man seemed to genuinely care, with the backing of such a powerful figure ― they would be able to survive long enough in this new world to find a way back home.
"On one condition." He added.
Of course there was to be a condition, there always was going to be.
"Tell your people to swear unconditional loyalty to the Empire, my Empire. Then, they shall have my support." The Emperor declared and Colbert felt his heart sink.
What happened next felt like a blur to Colbert. Louise had calmed down in the meanwhile ― with the Emperor even giving her a gift. In the form of a ruby ring, bearing the Imperial sigil.
He had apparently promised the girl a place within his Empire's organization were she to need employment and the ring served as a personal blessing from the Emperor himself.
Such a valuable gift to be given to a student as young as she was frankly concerning to the Professor. But he paid it no mind.
What was, however, were the Emperor's demands: to assimilate the kingdom of Tristain into a new Imperial province, and having their citizens swear fealty to the Empire.
He couldn't agree to such a thing by himself, so he promised the Emperor he'd return soon with their response.
But he knew there was no alternative. This demand was absolute.
Steeling himself, he and Louise rode silently back towards the Academy.
The trip on their way back was mostly silent, with barely any room for conversation as the pair merely rode on in quiet contemplation.
Louise never really took the time to appreciate the beauty and magnificence to be found within the heart of Cyrodiil on their way here, as she was in a rush to get to the Imperial Capital.
But, it somehow became apparent to her, as she marveled at the sights around them ― of the occasional preserved ruin. The verdant hills and greenery, along with the occasional friendly village they stopped by at made Cyrodiil seem like nothing more than picturesque at the moment.
Looking at the strange new land they found themselves in now, she found herself giving a a small amount of newfound respect for those who lived here.
Maybe, perhaps over time, they could learn to live here among them, if return proved to be impossible. But that was a thought for the future, and they had a long journey ahead of them.
"The Treaty of Tristain, was signed a month after the first official meeting concluded ― after much deliberation on the Elder Council's part.
Particularly on whether or not to grant some semblance of autonomy to the former kingdom, in respect to their previous status quo, as to not upset their precarious balance.
The Emperor had conceded to let the Tristainians largely govern themselves when it came to internal disputes, while the Elder Council and the highest of Imperial Authority himself, the Emperor Titus Mede II, having final say when it came to foreign affairs."
ー An excerpt from "Contemporary History of Modern Day Tristain", by Jacques-Abélard Fournier, a scholar of the Imperial Institute of Tristain, circa 4E 206.
Author's Notes: Major thanks to the imperial-library and UESP for much of the lore I'm basing this off of. Could not have done this without them.
Once again, another story inspired by an older fanfic. This time it's inspired by "The City of Mages" by Joyed Roman.
Not sure if I'd turn this into an actual story, which is why it feels rather rushed in the pacing. I had an idea and I wanted to get it out there ― a reverse summoning involving the entire region of Tristain.
Thought it would be neat to have them dropped during the time of the Great War as mentioned in TESV: Skyrim. As opposed to future based fics set after the war with an OP Dragonborn running about.
Considering how relatively light on details the Pre-Great War seemed to be, I thought it'd be an appropriate setting to base this in.
That, and it'd give me an excuse to be slightly AU. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this. I'm gonna be working on some other stories in the meanwhile before getting back to my main fic, as I had a bunch of ideas I came up with and wanted to do.
Update: Slight changes to format and dialog.
Update 2: Changed the excerpt at the bottom and the bit about Louise thinking about the title of Emperor, based on Aline1's review.
Update 3: Some more changes, particularly Tullius' rank and some of the dialogue on the latter half. Spacing edited as well.
Update 4: Added a few extra scenes to bridge the gap between their arrival and meeting the Emperor.
Update 5: Fixed formatting.
Update 6: Some noticeable changes. In particular to the format and the story beats in certain parts.
If you have any suggestions or comments. Feel free to join the Discord server: /sDgJN8F4tY
Thanks for reading. And as always. I'll see you in the next one. じゃ、またね