By the Nine I'm soooo sorry that this took this long to update! The only excuse I have is school, so yah... Now it is time for infrastructure, building, and politics! Lokriis is going to be visited soon by the other countries' envoys, lets see how they deal with it.

The ships and barges carrying supplies were at the site, it was a somewhat short but very wide mountain with a sheer one hundred foot drop at it's base, it was almost at the center of Lokriis, the best part about it was that the mountain was made primarily of granite, adding even more defense.

Tyson was leaning over the railing to look at the mountain, the keep would be built first and then the districts built one after the other in large circular levels that got bigger as they got lower down the mountain, this was Tyson's dream city and it was in his grasp. Tyson knew it would be years before anyone other than builders lived here but it would be worth it.

Xana was working on a lighting system for the unbuilt city that would use magic and it would only light when the sun went down, this would allow for constant lighting with less work from lamp-lighters. Xana was interrupted from her work by a knock on her door, she opened it and saw one of her messengers with a sour expression on his face.

"What is it? Im busy." The messenger stood at attention and relayed his message.

"An envoy from Tristain is at the edge of Lokriis, he is demanding to talk to whoevers in charge." Xana was surprised, she had thought they would wait a bit longer, just goes to show that nobility have no patience.

"All right, go tell my men to get a ship ready, one of the dwemerite ones preferably." The messenger bowed and walked away while Xana thought of what to say to the envoy.

The envoy was pacing irritably on the dock that he was allowed on, any other place he was banned from setting foot. What vexed him the most was that it was peasants who told him this, as if they were superior to him! He noticed a shape approaching from inland, when it got closer be saw that it was a ship of a model he had never seen before made of a gold-like metal and no sails.

"What is that?" The ship soon touched down next to his smaller vessel and he could now see a flag on top, the flag was striking he would give these peasants that. Troops appeared from a hatch that was on the side and lined up on each side of the dock, then the elf came from the hatch.

Xana stepped outand looked down on the envoy, everyone in this realm was so short, she gave a very slight nod of the head.

"Ah, you must be the envoy from Tristain, I am, ah, happy to finally meet you." These words pained her much, the noble just stared at her, "Are you well? I'm sure that Tristain would not be sending a new nation full of valuable tradable resources and goods a sick envoy..." This shook him out of his shock and cleared his throat.

"I am Count Mott, the royal messenger of the royal family of Tristain, I do hope that you people will be agreeable on the negotiations." Xana smirked and motioned to the troops to get in formation around them, while not necessary for her as she could take down small armies by herself, it was to block the view of a noble from her still bloodthirsty citizens. They engaged in small talk, both very strained by being hospitable to the other, when they finally made it to the local keep that was prepared for the meeting Xana showed him a room with elagent chairs and tables and tea.

"I do hope your comfortable, unfortunately my Mate Tyson couldn't be here as he is overseeing the construction of the new Capitol, but I assure you I am completely equal to him in political power." The noble sat in the silk cushioned seats and grabbed some of the tea, not drinking but giving of the illusion of eventually drinking it.

'Ah, so they aren't complete fools.' She thought as she sat down too, drinking the tea made for her and opening up the negotiations.

"Now, I know you completely hate elves of any kind, but I assure I am not going to go and attack Tristain and drink the blood of virgins, I hope you wouldn't let race undermine your political skills. Now, about the tension between us and Tristain, I am willing to have a pact of non-aggression with Tristain and might even open up trade routes, only thing is, when Tristainians enter my country, they follow under my laws, is this acceptable?" She could tell that he didn't like that she had taken control over the conversation so easily, but he saw the logic in the agreement.

"That sounds reasonable, as long as Albionese com-"

"Lokriisian citizens you mean, we have made a new name for this new kingdom, I hope you will not try and insult us by calling us by an extinct nation's name, but I will let it go for now as no one really knows yet." Mott nodded hesitantly and continued.

"As I was saying, as long as the Lokriisian Citizens follow the Crown's laws in Tristain, I believe we can come to an agreement." Xana smiled and stood up, shaking his hand by the forearm, he then said some more things before he was escorted out.

"Of course I will have to relay these dealings back to the Queen, as she will make the final decision." Xana nodded.

"That is perfectly acceptable." She walked away and came back to her laboratory to work on her magical device, it was an easy design to do, but they needed a constant supply of magic to work, then she remembered her and Tyson's replica of the Eye of Magnus that Tyson had named after her, the Eye of Xana, it could power these things indefinitely as they only needed a small trickle of magicka

The Eye could be used for powering other things in the city when they were made, they just needed to make one designed for the city, but the only problem was that the special material needed to make it was rarer than Dovahkiin and she did not even know if it existed in this realm.

Tyson had not just been overseeing the construction, but he was also discussing the Religion issue with the elder from the original village, Martin who had joined him in this venture.

"You see, even though Brimirism basically places peasants below dogs, some people will still try to worship him as they are just so used to it." Tyson grabbed the bridge of his nose in irritation.

"And I still don't care what people believe, since there is no world creating gods in this world I would rather make us an atheist nation, but people don't like it when leaders take away gods, so I will make Lokriis a free worship nation, no one will be persecuted for whatever they believe in." Tyson definitely still remembered the Stormcloak rebellion, he would not be having an uprising like that happen in HIS kingdom. Tyson the stood up.

"On to more important matters, how is the building going?"

"The keep's first floor is almost complete sir, they are setting up the dwemerite support frame now." Tyson smiled, his basic plan for most of the buildings in the city was that they would be made from a dwemerite frame, molded over with concrete and stone tile set in the drying cement to imitate a beautiful stone brick building but make the building very cheap to make while still being strong and able to weather the tests of time, there would also be dwemerite roof tiles on top of none flat roofed buildings.

Of course the palace would be made of a much more solid dwemerite frame with the strongest double layered stone-brick walls with the space inside of the walls filled with reinforced concrete, there would also be outside dwemerite reinforcement and cast-iron style dwemerite ceilings and roofs, the rest he would think about later.

Sarah came home, she had been in the escort for the envoy and was still frustrated that she could not just kill him, she sighed and entered her home, eyes lighting up as she heard the sounds of her little sisters playing. Then her youngest sister with blue hair and blue eyes saw her.

"Big sister's back, come on dogpile!" All 9 of her little siblings came rushing at her and tackled her to the ground, laughing as they tried to keep her down, Sarah was just happy that they could be a happy family like this now, without the nobility ruining it.

A cloaked figure made her way to the docks on the edge of what she called Albion, the ships were guarded like all of them were in the country currently, she noticed the guard shifting and she made a break for it.

"Hmm whats that? INTRUDER!" The other guards in the area charged in, trying to take down the lithe figure with only there standard issue steel swords until she made her way into one of the older wooden ships.

"The intruder's going for the ship! That idiot has trapped herself!" But then the guards saw the ship casting off extremely fast for an older wooden ship with the ropes and sails all moving to the right places by themselves, the ship got away and was out of sight before they could get a ship to pursue it with.

"Uh, how are we going to explain this to the commander?"

Count Mott made his way back to the palace, he relayed the dealings and was told to go home until the next day while the queen thought about it. When he got home he greeted his little slav-uh, wife, and sat down on his wooden throne, he gestured for her to service him while he relaxed.(I feel sick writing this)

Tyson was returning back to Raoul castle, he was passing the time going over automaton schematics but just ended up frustrating himself.

"Damnit! Why does creating an entire mind have to be so difficult? If only the Dwemer had left behind any blueprints of the robotic brain..." Tyson continued his muttering as the ship got closer to Raoul, he had politicking to do soon.

When Tyson got back to the city he saw that commerce had boomed while he was away, the market was stuffed and the traffic went slowly, he noted that it would have to be expanded for the larger amount of people.

He then walked through the city eventually coming to a stall in the marketplace, everyone was staring at him in awe but he ignored them as he searched through the wares of the sellers, he saw many of them were selling new inventions and he smiled. He then walked to the keep to get back to his new design for locomotion.

"Hmm, locomotive... that sounds about right."

The unfinished engine was already gigantic, taller than Tyson and longer than Irukukwu in her true form, it had to be if it was going to pull lines of carriages with goods and people across the country. The prototype, like all Tyson's prototypes, was made of steel because in Tyson's mind, if steel wouldn't work, than dwemerite would not give any benefits as a whole. Tyson was climbing all over it with his assistants, attaching pipes and bolts in the correct places, he was glad that he had help now as this could have taken him months otherwise. A messenger approached the behemoth.

"King Tyson! Queen Xana requests your presence in her laboratory!" Tyson nodded at the messenger and jumped down, picking up his armor and assembling it as he walked across the workshop.

"So we need to build another Eye? But magically infused malachite would take ages to make!" Tyson was talking about the material needed for the Eye of Xana, malachite was harder than ebony to transmute as it required emeralds for the sacrifice, and just to add to the problem magically infused malachite was made by having malachite simmer in a magical sludge for a year. Xana nodded at his outburst.

"I know it is expensive and time consuming, but the city should be finished in about the time we have the right amount of malachite for the job, assembling the Eye itself wont be too hard." Tyson paced around and let his shoulders slump.

"Our coffers wont be full for long will they?"

one month later

Five hundred feet of dwemerite rails had been assembled for the testing of the prototype, it was pulled by horses to the correct tracks and Tyson did some final checks on the wheels and the engine, the whiole thing was powered by magical flames that were generated by ten grand soul gems, this of course made the whole contraption a bit volatile so they were testing it with a summoned hero from Sovngarde, the transparent monk Felldir grumpily being the expendable resource.

"Felldir, this is FOR SCIENCE, besides you are bound by my will with the voice of Dovah, now go pull that lever, and pull it again when it gets close to the end of the track." Tyson then walked behind a thick dwemerite blast shield that was used for every explosive product testing, the other inventers were there too.

They all watched as the spirit climbed in and pulled the lever, steam building up in the device and in a few minutes excess steam was released from various pipes. Felldir then pulled the other lever and the giant engine slowly started to move, picking up the pace until he pushed the lever back and the engine slowed to a stop. they all cheered and Tyson was already going over the final product in his head even though more tests still needed to be done.

The other kingdoms had sent their envoys and trade agreements were set up, Gallia being strangely cooperative with the negotiations. Tyson was with with Xana as they traveled to the meeting place of every kingdoms' leader in a dwemerite ship.

"I don't get it, if they all hate elves than why are the leaders going to meet with us." Tyson laughed at Xana's question and said the most likely reason.

"Probably an ambush as they most likely think we are elves native of this world, if it is not I will climb a mountain!" Xana seemed amused at the thought, even though they were very used to climbing mountains in Skyrim, it was still quite a hassle.

They both saw the small flying island, it was covered with strange vegetation and waterfalls emptied out into the air, it also had a small volcano that for some reason still had lava inside it. This island was neutral ground and represented the four magics of halkegania, it had a large and ancient building on it that was built specifically for this type of meeting. The docks were made of wood with windstone holding it up, only the Tristainian flagship was there yet.

They soon docked and both Tyson and Xana walked out, holding hands as all of their commanders joined them on the dock. This is what the other nations had said they would do so the two dovahkiins decided to do it too, they then saw the Tristainian group at the end of the dock, Tyson saw that it was the princess with a priest and a gunwoman. They approach them.

"Greetings King Tyson, Queen Xana, I am Queen Henrietta." Both Dovah's eyebrows rose, they had thought she was the princess, when questioned her face betrayed her sorrow.

"My mother is dead, she had succumbed to her sickness recently so I have taken the crown, Now may we please not talk about the dead any longer." They both nodded in respect and waited for the other kingdoms leaders to arrive, engaging in small talk until until two ships approached.

"And theres the Gallian and Germanian ships, the Romanian one can't be too far behind." Just as she said that the largest ship came into view, it was almost as big as the Reconquista's flagship had been, it was flying many religious symbols and had "Holy" banners hung off the sides. Tyson thought it was gaudy.

"Well, kind of hard to miss that, I guess they are trying to impress the other nations, it makes me think a bit littler of them actually." Henrietta gaped at their open insult to a religious ship, then she remembered that they were elves and could probably care less about Brimirism, she had let her kindhearted nature blind her to that fact. Xana decided to voice her opinion.

"Eh, at least they aren't blowing trumpets as they dock, that would make me lose any respect." The ships all docked and Tyson saw what the races of Tamriel were made of.

The Germanian group was tall and beefy, many with either red or brown hair and dark skin, the Gallians were mostly blonde and skinny and pale, and the Romanians were mostly dark haired and average, with olive skin, and of course the Tristainians were a sort of mix of all of them except for the Germanians. Even though the tension in the air was rising as they saw his features Tyson greeted them all with a smile.

"Well this is quite the gathering, I had thought that this would be an ambush, looks like I will have to climb a mountain as I lost a bet." The leaders all looked at him likem he was crazy, not being able to imagine doing that as they led very cushy lives, Tyson just laughed at the looks they gave him, happy to have broken the tension.

The one in religious robes and hat thing from Romalia stepped forwards with a disgusted look on his face.

"We don't need to know what an elf suspects, you are still heathens." Tyson shrugged at this.

"I guess that is true, I don't worship this Brimir guy, the only god I have ever worshiped was father Akatosh, and that was only because he is literally the father of my race."

"The father of the elven race?!"

"No, the father of all Dovah, or dragons if you will, not these lizards that you people use as mounts, but true Dovah. Now we are getting a bit off topic aren't we? I thought this was about trade and non-aggression pacts." The priest guy who Tyson guessed was their Pope grumbled as he walked leading the walk to the ancient building at the center of the island, everyone following him in while thinking hard about what Tyson had told them, mostly putting it off as nonsense.

Tylermech66-Again I am very sorry about the long wait, I am going to try to get my head back in the game but with school and all, updates just wont be that frequent. Now I am going back to writing, THE NEXT CHAPTER! Uh Lokriis, get off my head!

Lokriis-No, I'm supposed to be in the air, why can't I fly?

Tylermech66-You can you've just never tried.

Lokriis-Oh, ok then, lets see (she jumps and flies like peter pan, going off into the sunset)

Tylermech66-Get back here you idiot! If you don't you won't get supper! (Tylermech66 runs after her cursing over and over again)