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"The Tamrielic Races: A Brief Summation."
"To those of us born native to these lands, the idea of living amongst other races is nothing new. We've all seen an Orc or two and maybe a few Khajiit while growing up. But, to the Tristainians; this very notion seems foreign — having lived on a continent where seemingly only Men stood.
In contrast: Many races can be found throughout the lands of Tamriel — most of which could be categorized as: Man, for the human races, Mer for the Elves, and Beast Folk; for those that fit neither the previous two designations."
– An excerpt from "A Tristainian's Guide To The Empire."
【 Tristainia, Capital of Tristain, 1st of Second Seed, 4E, 171 】
The past few weeks on the kingdom's capital of Tristain could only be described as hectic.
With rumors floating about of their sudden disappearance from Halkeginia being touted as the works of the devil — a sign of the end times. The guards had been put on high alert to quell any possible troubles that may spring up in response.
Weeks on end the guards patrolled the streets of the capital; watching intently with a heightened state of paranoia, the streets around them.
Such was the state of the kingdom for such a time that it almost felt too oppressive for the average folk — to the point that even the nobility had had enough of it.
After the second week, when reports came that confirmed their suspicions arrived. They were not on Halkeginia any longer. The Royal Messager of the Palace Royale had been sent a while back to inquire about the phenomenon and the new land they found themselves in to the Tristain Academy of Magic.
A journey which took nearly three weeks back-to-back, as the unfamiliar new terrain they found themselves in was rife with new dangers. Forcing many to be overtly cautious.
The Messager seemed to've been in a hurry as soon as he arrived however, causing much unwanted speculation and hearsay to proliferate throughout the common masses.
A day after his return and deliverance of his message, the situation at the Capital seemed to relax somewhat. With most of the Guards being rotated back to their former stations and the citizenry back to as normal as they possibly could in these trying times. But the strange rumors did not stop however, it only seemed to increase.
Especially with the ones regarding strange new peoples many in Tristain have never seen before.
"What the hell am I looking at?" Asked the Captain of the Guards.
He was a rather sturdy looking man in his early 30's, by the name of Javert. Currently, he was lightly armored — having ditched his plate armor for a light cuirass over a tunic. It was the only thing he could put on in time before he was called.
He'd been summoned by one of his subordinates at the gates to the entrance of the city during his break — interrupting him from a moment of respite.
"We don't know, Sir. These… people showed up at the gates. Asking if we would be open for trade." A young man in uniform replied.
While traders weren't unusual and they'd typically be allowed entrance after an inspection of their products; the people, if you could call them that. Who waited outside the gates were an entirely different species altogether.
He could tell they weren't elaborate costumes by the way they moved. The bristles on their faces twitched every so often and their ears seemed to perk up at the slightest of noises — not to mention the tails they had behind them. It was almost cute in a way, if you would dare call a sapient feline anthropoid "cute."
But, they were in fact real. An oddity that Javert found difficulty in accepting at the moment.
There stood before him, a caravan of sorts. Made up of bipedal cat creatures of all things. Some of them even had an appearance which made them look disturbingly human — save for the feline ears atop their head.
The one who seemed to be the leader of this group, had a stocky build to him. Easily towering over many of the humans among them and wore fine clothing that would make even the richest of Tristainian nobility envious.
Javert couldn't help but feel oddly shown up by their appearance. His meager outfit looking quite drab in comparison.
"Khajiit has wares if you have coin." Their leader spoke.
Cutting through the apprehension everyone had. Although its strange manner of speaking was off-putting towards the guards.
"You can speak?" Javert felt somewhat disturbed by this. Though he supposed he should have expected it, given that they had the decency to wear fine clothing.
"Of course this one can speak!" It laughed. "This one has been to many lands throughout the continent and learned their languages." Giving a friendly smile that seemed to disarm the tense Guards around them.
Javert was taken aback by this… cat person. He didn't quite know how to react upon realizing it was a sapient being, not a mindless beast like the Orcs the smaller hamlets had to contend with. Eyeing the Cat-man thing, he motioned for his fellow guards to come with him.
"You say you came here for trade, yes?" Javert asked as he approached warily — arms positioned to quickly draw his sword and wand should they prove hostile. To which the Cat just seemed to nod in response.
"Then you wouldn't mind a quick inspection by my men then."
The cat hummed in thought for a moment before settling on a reply.
"Of course, go ahead. M'gabe has nothing to hide." The Cat, now named M'gabe apparently, turned to his kinsmen and ordered them to start displaying the products they carried with them.
With each of the cat people carrying boxes and barrels of exotic goods from within their carriages, they set them down in front of the guards gently.
The Guards thoroughly went through each item displayed with caution — not knowing whether or not these trinkets were dangerous or benign.
Laid before them were strange items of unknown origins. Decorative baubles, odds and ends — even some weaponry that looked like it came straight out of an artisans workshop.
Some of the more adventurous of spirit among them had to hold the urge to try to haggle on the spot for items that caught their eyes.
"What is this?" A guard asked, holding up a vial of some strange crystalline like substance. It seemed to glow in the sunlight. Attracting the attention of those around them.
"Moon Sugar." The Cat behind him who watched while he went through their wares replied, as if it would answer the question.
"I'm sorry? I'm afraid I have no idea what that is." The Guard replied in confusion. The Cat seemed confident enough that they would have known what it was upon hearing the name.
"It is an ingredient from our homeland. Very important to Khajiiti customs." It explained. Upon realizing his mistake.
Not knowing how to respond to that, he carefully put the vial back in place before moving onto the other products. Though the guard had a feeling it was something more than just a simple ingredient.
"And what of this?" The Guard picked up another item. A surprisingly light dagger with a bronze-yellow hilt and crystal like green blade.
The Khajiit looked at the weapon in his hands and seemed to nod in appreciation for its craftsmanship.
"Ah, that one is a glass dagger. Made with Malachite and Moonstone." The Khajiit explained. "It is popular with the more nimble type of people."
The Guard seemed to eye the dagger with awe as the Khajiit spoke. A sight that didn't go unnoticed to the Cat-Man.
"Would you like to buy?" The Khajiit grinned.
The Guard turned to him and eagerly looked through his pockets for money. "How much?" he asked.
"Well, aside from some unusual substances that we don't exactly know the use for. These people seem to be good." A Guard reported to the Captain.
Looking back towards the Cat people, who were apparently known as "Khajiit" they spoke rather animatedly with the rest of the Guards. With some even purchasing small trinkets from them in the form of cheap jewelry and unusual ingredients, like that "Moon Sugar" substance one of them mentioned.
Seeing nothing really wrong with what they had. They weren't as destructive as many of the other merchants he'd regularly dealt with in normal times. He let them through.
"Very well, they're good to go." He declared. "Just stay out of trouble, you hear?" He asked of the Caravan's lead as they all slowly trickled through the gate, who politely bowed in response.
"M'gabe will take care not to upset anyone while we are inside. Thank you." The Khajiit packed up their things and began to walk past the gate. The eyes of many civilians upon them as they went.
"Things are getting stranger by the minute." Javert quietly said to himself.
Starting from that week when they realized they were in an entirely different land altogether. He'd been expecting strange things to happen… but still, sentient cat people were certainly quite a surprise.
"Father, it is good to finally be able to walk inside the safety of city walls." A young Cathay-Raht with a vibrant blonde coloring to his fur, much like his father, spoke to M'gabe.
"Yes, this one did not quite expect them to be so welcoming. The Nords could learn a thing or two from their new neighbors." He laughed heartily at that.
Walking amongst the relatively busy streets of this new foreign city, they found themselves the subject of many curious gazes upon them. As they walked, the eyes of the locals fell upon them with every step they took.
"This one does not feel comfortable being stared at." Another Khajiit spoke, a Suthay with spots along his fur. A few children ran away when his eyes met theirs.
"I guess we should have expected this. But how are we to sell our wares if they do not wish to approach?" M'gabe spoke to his colleagues.
"Perhaps we should set up over there?" M'gabe's son pointed towards a seemingly empty plot of land. Nearby an intersection leading towards what appeared to lead to other sections of the city.
"Hmm, it doesn't seem like a bad spot." He thought as much.
"Jiarra, D'zalia, ask some of the local guards if we could have permission to set up shop here. I'm sure we need their blessing before we do business and I don't think it would do for us to be kicked out of the city as soon as we got here." M'gabe ordered two members of his caravan.
He called for a pair of Ohmes who looked human enough that a few among those of the Mannish races had even requested their hand in marriage during their travels throughout Cyrodiil.
"Yes, Master M'gabe." The pair complied before leaving off to find the nearest Guard's Outpost.
"What about me, Father?" Asked his son, he'd been very eager to accompany him during this trip when he heard they were going to visit the new Kingdom.
M'gabe thought for a moment. Wondering what he should have his son doing, he was happy that he was taking the initiative to participate in the family business but he hadn't found a place for him just yet.
"Stick with M'gabe for now, Ymir. We shall be checking through our wares once more before we start selling." M'gabe responded after putting a hand on his son's shoulder.
"Yes, father." Ymir replied. His tail swaying in anticipation for the day ahead.
「 Tristainia, Royal Palace, 3rd of Second Seed, 4E 171 」
Princess Henrietta stood in her bedchambers. Planning on donning her disguise again to walk amongst the citizens.
She'd often do such a thing when her mind was troubled to gain a new perspective on her issues, she found that it helped her think.
Thinking seemed to be something she'd been doing a lot these days — given the revelation that they've appeared in an entirely different land, she couldn't help but do so.
Anxiety filled her mind at the thought of the future, and the feeling of forlornness towards her heart at the thought of those they left behind. She wondered if they'd ever see Halkeginia again, if they'd ever get used to this place.
She put those thoughts aside for a moment as she realized she was finished putting on her disguise.
With a quick twirl around as she put on her cloak, confirming that her face was sufficiently concealed, she nodded in approval. But a quick knock on her door interrupted her moment.
"Your Highness, it's me Agnés." A voice spoke from the door.
Henrietta, relieved that it was just her friend replied: "Come in. I was just finishing up."
Shutting the door shut behind her as she went in. Agnés looked upon her charge with a hint of worry.
The Princess seemed adamant on doing these little escapades whenever she felt like it, but she couldn't fault her for it. It was better than shutting themselves off from the rest of the world like her mother did.
"Do you really have to do this, Your Highness?" Agnés asked with a tone of worry. If anything were to happen to her, especially in these uncertain times, she wouldn't be able to live with it.
Being in unknown lands with neighbors whose capabilities they still haven't fully understood, she was worried if anything drastic were to happen to her.
"I'll be fine, Agnés, you don't have to be so worried." She tried to placate her friend.
"You could at least use an escort." Agnés replied back.
"But that would defeat the purpose of going incognito, no?"
Agnés would have retorted about how her cloak would have made her even more conspicuous, but she held her tongue at that. The Princess couldn't be dissuaded from doing this.
"Fine." Agnés relented. "But I will be watching you from afar. I can't allow myself to leave you be defenseless if I can help it."
Henrietta sighed. "Very well, it's a compromise."
The Princess trusted the Chevalier before her with her life. If she were to be this stubborn about the issue, she didn't want to step on her loyalty.
The Princess snuck past many of the Guards stationed throughout the Palace.
As a child, she was always interested in any form of entertainment she could actually partake in. Memorizing the layout of the castle was one of them. She followed along a path that she remembered led through a hidden passage and out to the streets.
It took her a good amount of effort to avoid detection from many of the servants around, but to her this was worth it. Even if she did have to go through a damp and dark tunnel that was usually only used in emergencies. Ones she hoped she'd never have to face.
Not long after, she managed to reach the exit of her little hideaway, and her eyes were immediately greeted by the crowded and bustling streets of the Capital.
She took a moment to bask in the sight. Moving a bit out of the ways to avoid bumping into people who may recognize her.
Though she realized her fear was unfounded, as she could see that none of them really paid notice to the cloaked woman in the middle of the street.
She was glad for it. She was just another face in the crowd for now. And she relished in it.
All around her she could see the liveliness of the streets as the citizens went about their day. She could see a parent walking hand in hand with their child, a few guards on patrol but walking in leisure — nary a sign of danger or alarm on them and various shopkeeps tending to their storefronts; among the sights.
She smiled inwardly. At least there isn't a sign of trouble on their minds yet. She thought to herself. With a skip in her steps she went off in a random direction, hoping to see something of interest during her outing.
【 Tristainia, Capital of Tristain, M'gabe's Caravan 】
M'gabe was a happy little Caravan Master. Happy for his profits, happy for his colleagues. When he spoke of his desire to explore these new lands, to be the first Khajiit Caravan to trade here, he was met with hesitance initially.
Many among them voicing concerns on whether or not they'd even be treated kindly upon their arrival. After all, the Nords up north weren't too kind to most of their kin, who's to say these new humans would not be the same?
It was only through great effort on his part and a few persuasions of the coinage kind, that he managed to assuage their concerns; enough to agree to such an endeavor. And what a good idea it was! He had a wicked grin on his face as the coins kept piling up on the table set up in his tent.
Stacks upon stacks of gold, dubbed Écu in their strange Mannish tongue were piled in front of him. He'd have to figure out the exchange rate between Septims to Écu eventually, but he was sure he was making a profit. He gave out a satisfied purr at the sight, he was a happy Khajiit indeed.
The results of their business proved profitable, as their caravan had received some rather large numbers of traders from all over the city. Many flocking in droves to trade for their exotic goods. He made a mental note to thank the Ohmes twins later for their good work in convincing the guards to let them conduct business here. He'd never see such fortune otherwise.
With a quill in hand, he tallied the profits he'd received throughout the day, a job he should have taught his son to do; but he hadn't seen the boy at all this day. After declaring he would go out exploring for a bit, he wondered where he was now.
"If that boy gets into trouble, again. He would be the death of me." M'gabe gave a mirthless chuckle at the thought.
Well there was nothing he could do for now, he was a grown man after all. He may as well let him live a little before he spends the rest of his life becoming a trader like he did.
"How much for the sword?" Ymir, son of M'gabe the Trader spoke to a rather slimy looking, in personality. He clarified inwardly. Man.
"Eh, for that piece of junk? 100 Écu should be fine." The man shrugged.
He didn't really like having it around, it tended to drive away any prospective customers; but the Cat-man who walked into his store showed keen interest with the item.
"Truly?" He seemed to purr at that. "Seems too cheap for a sword imbued with such Magicka." He explained.
"Magicka?" The shopkeep seemed confused at the terminology, "Well, it technically is a magic sword. But I'd rather be rid of that hunk of junk than I'd be concerned with how much you'd pay!" The man huffed as he crossed his arms.
He was hoping to finally be rid of it, but if the Cat sensed the magic inherent to the sword; he wondered if he could even be swindled like most of his other customers.
The Cat then pulled the sword free from its sheath. Causing the shopkeeper to flinch.
"Relax." The Cat responded. "Ymir does not intend harm to you. He merely wishes to inspect the quality of the blade."
Nodding at the cat, Ymir's, explanation. He relaxed somewhat. Though he had to admit that the sight of a Cat person holding a sword, antique though it may be, to be ridiculous yet somehow intimidating to his eyes.
Ymir inspected the blade thoroughly, checking it from the base to the tip for any chinks in its metal form. He grasped the hilt and was shocked for a moment.
"Hey! Hands off my mouth there you furball!" The sword shouted at him.
"It speaks?" Ymir said, surprised at the revelation.
"Of course I can speak! What? Never seen a magic sword before? I am the mighty Derflinger!" The sword boasted.
"Hmm... Rather chatty for a blade aren't you?" Ymir hummed in thought as he held the sword in his hand.
The shopkeep just praying inwardly that the cat would take the sword and be done with it.
"Hah! When you get to my age, you'd be rather insane not to want to have someone to talk to... Seriously, that man over there just keeps me inside that stinky barrel while he swindles customers. Doesn't even give me the time of day!"
"That's because you keep driving them away you insolent fool!" The shopkeep cut in.
He was furious at the sword, but he didn't want to drive away his potential customer now.
"Don't mind him. He's just senile." The shopkeep tried to assuage the look of concern on Ymir's face.
"Very well." Ymir sheathed the sword back into its scabbard despite the protests it gave him. "A hundred… Écu was it? You'll have to forgive me but I don't have that amount in your currency. Would you be willing to accept Septims?"
Ymir offered him the equivalent amount in newly minted Imperial Coins.
After placing the pieces in front of the shopkeep, the man eyed them with scrutiny.
He wasn't familiar with the design. A face of a man with a stylized dragon on the other end, but he could tell it was genuine gold. It seemed to have been made with much better quality than the usual coins in circulation in his country.
"I guess it could." The shopkeep slid the pieces into a drawer on a nearby desk, alongside the currency in use by the Kingdom. He'd have to have these "Septims" appraised later on, but the Cat seemed honest.
"With that, our deal is concluded!" He jovially declared. "But no refunds!" He said in conclusion.
Ymir felt content with the purchase. A magic sword was a prized possession regardless of quality when it came to traders.
Though he knew he'd have to get a mage to appraise its abilities later; but he was sure a man like his father could upsell the blade for far more than he purchased it.
With a new spring in his steps, he made his way forth towards the caravan — only to bump into a rather suspiciously dressed individual on his way.
A violet haired female human with a cloak on her person. She fell to the ground ungraciously as his large form collided with hers on the streets.
"Oh no." Ymir muttered. His eyes widened at the sight of the young human who was dirtied by the street.
She seemed to be safe. But with how fragile young humans tended to be, he was unsure.
"Are you okay?" He knelt to the ground beside her and held out a hand. "This one apologizes for knocking you down."
Though seeming as if she was coming to her senses, the woman seemed a bit dazed still. Her eyes staring numbly at the Khajiit when she finally felt cognizant enough.
"I would have moved, but you were too small for me to notice." Ymir added. Given his lineage, he simply towered over most humans aside from those like the Nords from up north.
"N—no, it's fine. The fault lays with me." Flustered. The woman tried to apologize as well. The height of the Cat-man in front of her was intimidating it seems.
Ymir sighed. "Well, how about we both claim fault in this incident and move past this. Water under the bridge, as father would say." He was eager to get this over and done with. He pulled the woman up from the ground.
Due to his personality, he would often get into slight troubles like this whenever their caravan was inside cities. The young Khajiit's nice demeanor was often exploited during his earlier years — causing much grief for his father.
"Yes, I suppose that would be for the best." The woman said as she started to dust herself off.
Coughing a bit as some of the dirt caused the dust to fly upwards. Making her irritated slightly. She hacked and coughed, an unsightly scene for a person of her stature, but she was glad nobody seemed to notice — as many only gave a cursory glance to the incident and went on with their day.
Seeing her cloak now tattered though, she frowned. It would be tough to explain how it got this way when she returned. She gave out a sigh in resignation.
"What's wrong?" Ymir asked. Worried if he had done something to hurt her in any way.
"It's nothing… It's just my cloak. It's tattered now you see." She showed it to him. Though Ymir seemed nonplussed.
"This one does not see any problem. It seems perfectly usable to me." He shrugged. "Though, I could probably take you to the twins. They would be happy to remedy any issues you may have with the clothing." He offered.
"The twins?" She seemed confused at this. Were there more of these catfolk?
"Yes, from our caravan. Come, Ymir will guide you." He gestured for her to follow, to which she reluctantly did. Though she turned back for a moment and seemed to nod at nobody in particular from behind them as they walked. Odd.
Henrietta looked on with curiosity at the people gathered in front of them. The Khajiit, as the Cat-man referred to his species as. Had led him to what was quite possibly, the most bizarre sight the Princess had ever seen in her life.
A collection of cat people like Ymir was present and had started a little bazaar of sorts.
They all varied in appearance as well. With some looking more human in proportions while others resembled their beastial cousins more.
She had been skeptical initially when the Khajiit had offered to lead her to someone who could possibly remedy the tatters in her cloak. But seeing the sight of the various Khajiit, trading and even offering up services to the locals while they bartered and did business, lifted her hesitancy somewhat.
"Come, Jiarra and D'zalia should be right around here."
The large stocky Khajiit gently led her through the crowds of people surrounding the caravan. Guiding her towards a small covered wagon where a pair of surprisingly human looking versions of the catfolk greeted her.
"Jiarra, D'zalia, I have brought a guest. This one would like to offer her compensation for his small grief caused by his carelessness. Would you mind helping her out?" He spoke to the pair.
They turned towards each other, a silent conversation spoken only by minimal gestures and movements imperceptible to a Human's eye, had occurred within moments after the Khajiit spoke to them.
One of them sighed at this. "We are not running a charity, Ymir. You cannot expect us to work for free."
"Of course not." He countered. "This one will be paying you afterwards for the services rendered of course." Holding up a pouch which seemed to be heavy with the weight of coins.
The pair resumed their silent conversation and seemingly came to a conclusion just as quickly.
"Very well, we accept." The other one replied for her. "Come, let D'zalia see what she can do for you." The one known as D'zalia motioned for Henrietta to come closer.
With reluctance she approached the wagon — which was shaded by the animal-skin roof over their heads. Taking off her cloak, she gently handed it to D'zalia, who deftly held it in her hands as she appraised the quality of the cloak.
"Hmm, this is a surprisingly well made cloak, no? The material alone must have been expensive." The other one, Jiarra, she assumed spoke.
"Yes. It reminds me of the kind of cloaks the noblemen would wear during events." D'zalia agreed with her sisters appraisal.
Henrietta seemed to stiffen up at that. She didn't think she'd be outed as a non-commoner this way — but the Khajiit had so far been amicable. They were kind enough not to bring it up as Henrietta remained silent on the matter.
The pair brought in some beverages while they worked as a means to appease her while she waited. She was surprised at their hospitality. Even more so with how delicious the foodstuffs they brought seemed.
She wondered of what other races could be found in these new lands Tristain had been sent to. It would be great if they were as nice as the Khajiit had been; she could only imagine how the others would be.
Though, thinking on it now. This would be a good time to ask while the pair was distracted, as the Khajiit from earlier, Ymir, was still silently watching them as they worked.
"Excuse me." Henrietta called out to Ymir.
He was busy counting the coins in his wallet. Checking if he had enough to pay the twins. Though he seemed to have made a slight frown as he finished.
"Yes?" Ymir's ears perked up at the call.
"Would you mind if I asked you some questions?" Henrietta asked.
"Not at all. Though this one wonders if his answers will be sufficient." Ymir acquiesced as he gave a smiling gesture at her.
"That's alright. I just wanted to ask some general information."
Ymir nodded at that. He had sat himself on the edge of the wagon to make himself comfortable.
"What do you wish to ask?"
Henrietta had a lot of questions running around her mind as Ymir said those words.
There were many things she was curious about, particularly with how diverse the Khajiit seemed to be. Ranging in shapes and sizes far too different to be possibly from the same clan, yet they treat each other as if they were close as family — in fact, they probably are family, with how some of them acted towards each other.
"Where are you from?" Henrietta settled on her first question. It seemed to be the safest one to ask.
Ymir seemed to have his gaze wander off in the distance as he thought about it.
"Hmm… Ymir is unsure how to answer that question." He spoke after humming in thought for a while. "Though, if you follow my father's lineage; then you can say Ymir is from Anequina, also known as Northern Elsweyr."
"Elsewhere? What's it like?" Henrietta said the word, though with the Khajiiti accent it sounded exotic.
"No, Elsweyr." He gave out a light chuckle. "I forget you Mannish folk seem to think of another word when we mention our homeland's name."
"My apologies, I didn't mean to be rude."
"It's alright, no issue taken. Only Father genuinely cares about home nowadays though. Ever since the Thalmor drove him out, he has been very bitter." Ymir seemed to frown at this.
"The Thalmor?" Henrietta asked. She didn't know who they were, but if they drove out these people, she couldn't help but be concerned.
"A rather rude bunch of people. That's all Ymir will say." He replied as he waved the question off.
Ymir pulled out a small map he had apparently kept inside of his outfit.
"To answer your earlier question: it is a region on the southern coast of the continent, home to many of us Khajiit. It is split into two major climates, although you could surmise it as the north being dry and unforgiving, while fertile lands of jungle and rainforests are abundant in the south." He pointed out the region as he explained.
Henrietta's eyes widened as she saw for the first time — what appeared to be a map of the continent they were on. And it looked completely alien to the maps she grew up being taught with.
Ymir took notice. "If you want, Ymir could give you this map as well." He offered.
"I couldn't possibly take any more without something in return." Henrietta replied, slightly flustered at the offer. It seemed she was getting more out of this situation than the Khajiit did.
"This one insists. It's the least I could do in apology. Besides, our caravan has more maps than we know what to do with."
"— I shall take you up on that offer then in that case." She hesitantly accepted.
With a wave of goodbye and a newly mended and cleaned cloak on her person, Henrietta had left the hospitality of the Khajiit Caravan and began to make her way back to the Palace.
During her brief time among the catfolk, she had been pleasantly surprised at the politeness and knowledge they had shown. Ymir even bothered to give her a basic rundown of the major players in the region — one of which concerned her greatly. Something she would be sure to bring up to the Court Royale during their next session.
She had a lot to plan ahead given what she now knew.
"Trade and Relations"
"Though the loss of long-time Halkeginian trading partners for Tristain was an aspect that would be dearly missed by many — the Empire has proved to be a more profitable partner for Tristain than her former neighbors.
With the Imperial Legion for example, being one of their biggest buyers of the recently introduced "firearms."
Though not as effective as those who would be considered Masters in the School of Destruction. It was enough to allow even an untrained peasant a level playing field against an unsuspecting mage."
Reviews:
PatMaster: Thank you for being here! Gonna be working on at least getting through the Great War with the Aldmeri Dominion eventually. Gonna be rife with political shenanigans that one.
Varvariin: Didn't forget but I went back and changed that bit. Should be a non-issue now.
GPX-2013: I guess it's a solid idea? Idk. I'm not really familiar with MHA or Genshin and have no interest in it at the moment. Best of luck to your quest tho.
Aline1: Thanks for the input. Rewrote a bit of Chapter 1 with that in mind.
naufalrakha0104: There's quite a few of them out there actually. This is just another one to the list at the moment lol. Hopefully would be good enough compared to the rest as I do enjoy some of those other fics.
codexrun: I plan on expanding it! Going to get to at least TESV Skyrim's time in the timeline. But by that point it'd be massively AU.
FGOFanLover: Good to have ya aboard.
Guest (Austin) : Good to have you here too! As for the Tristain question: Back in Halkeginia they'd be finding a nasty surprise from Oblivion is all I would say for now.
Redgrave Antony: I knew someone would call me out on my fake French at some point. Aye, I'll try to fix those eventually. Which is why I've been avoiding using a lot of those recently for my FoZ fics.
Thanks for the corrections, I appreciate them.
kukihimanpr: Aye, but that'll be a bit spoilery for now.
TrollolPenguin: Eh, too predictable. But… maybe. Maybe not.
IceBite: It's going to differ wildly from canon is all I'll be saying for now.
Author's Notes: 2nd Chapter for this series. Had an idea of making this to be a series of anthological shorts about the people adjusting to this new world they wound up in.
Don't be surprised if there'll be shifts in time or if some chapters don't seem to line up with previous ones. As I don't plan for an overarching story with this. More of a social experiment for two different civilizations meeting and their effects on each other as they learn to coexist.
But for most of the first few entries, they'll be best served for setting up a lot of basics for this mixed setting.
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Thanks for reading. And as always. I'll see you in the next one. じゃ、またね