[u]Oravos the Nerevarine[/u] Molag Volen, Vvardenfell 9th of Sun's Height, 4E 205. Massive bulks of smoldering iron scattered on the halls, ash mixed with blood drying up, and a body of a lifeless Dwemer laid before the feet of Oravos. "What happened here" he said, while inspecting the corpse of Yagrum Bagarn. "Azarkan couldn't contain the soulstone of Almalexia.. Yagrum was there trying to siphon out the energy when Azarkan exploded.." Neloth replies, while dragging his fingers on a spot on the floor that sparkled with the remains of the soulstone he was referring. "I see.. I want Yagrum's corpse moved to the royal catacombs, but have his body preserved like what he wanted. We owe him at least his last wish to be preserved." Oravos said to Neloth who nodded slowly in response before suddenly speaking. "If its alright.. can I keep the remains of Azarkan? I'd like to conduct further studies about it." "Do as you wish, you deserve at least its remains." He replies before kneeling close to Yagrum and grabbing a small pocketbook stuck on the Dwemer's burnt clothing. "I'll leave everything here under your supervision now, make sure the construction of the other golems won't be stalled again." He says after pocketing the small book. After speaking, Oravos turns to the entrance of the room, and sees one of his aides rush inside. "Muthsera! the Grand Council wishes your urgent presence on the capital for a meeting. I tried to tell them that you do not want to be disturbed, but they insisted..." "Seems like the news spread quicker than we've expected." Neloth comments. "I'll have to take my leave.. Neloth, when I return I expect this facility is functional again." Oravos strides out of the room, followed by his aide who was bowing as he walk. --- A few hours later --- Grand Council Meeting Hall, New Vivec ".. and the Argonians are fleeing back to their swampland, don't you see how this all pieces up together? its them that caused all this!" says the Sadras representative speaking for the Grand Councilor of Sadras who is still imprisoned. Oravos knew it wasn't the Argonians that caused Azarkan's destruction, but the soul of the once Tribunal god Almalexia. He wanted to reveal the true reason behind Azarkan's destruction, but doing so would deteriorate the support of the High Priests; who values relics of the False-Tribunal sacred to a degree. Suddenly, when everything seemed to have cooled down, a voice he rarely heard during the past meetings blared inside the room. It was the Telvanni Grand Councillor Saden Droryn, who always kept his silence and only spoke when his opinion is required. "I vote for every race other than our own to be sent away from Morrowind. The Argonians had no reason to flee to the marshes when we've accepted and treated them kindly on our land. Doesn't that scream of suspicion? The Argonians are just proving themselves as the dishonorable slaves they a-" "ENOUGH!" Oravos shouted, cutting off Saden from finishing the insult he was about to say. "I will not tolerate any snide insinuations in this hall." Saden slowly rose from his seat, and spoke in a gentle manner, hoping not to incur the wrath of Oravos with what he has to say further. "My apologies muthsera, I didn't wish to insult the Argonians, its just that I find it infuriating that their actions are being overlooked, when history dictates us that they cannot be trusted. Having no other races in Morrowind other than our own, doesn't just ensure the safety of our people, but the preservation of our race as well. Without other races in our land, we can serve justice without inciting thoughts of racial discrimination, and any attacks from within, just like what the Argonians just did." "Our actions in their history gives them every right to hate us and take revenge, if it was our people who got enslaved for thousands of years, wouldn't you seek any form of revenge to those who oppressed you? You're implying that Morrowind can prosper without the help of others, when it was the Nords that sheltered our people in their time of need." The king said, making Saden gulp in silence, not wishing to answer the king back. Oravos looked at the faces of the Councillors sitting around the table, each one of their faces expressed support to what Saden said, making him doubt if he could control the council much further. Denying their request might lose their support, but doing so with certainly displease the other races in Tamriel. This decision making wouldn't have come if those blasted Argonians didn't just started to leave, and Azarkans sudden misfortune. "I understand your concerns, each one of you, and I share the amount of concern you have, tenfold even. But I cannot just send every non-Dunmer out of Morrowind just because a race, which we have no concrete evidence even, sabotaged Azarkan. But as your king, I have decided to make a compromise with your wishes. Vvardenfell, from this day onward will be strictly for the Dunmer's occupation only, all other races that will be staying on Vvardenfell must receive the blessing and deliberation of the high priests and the council, or face public execution." The group of Dunmer seated around the table suddenly began to look at each other, nodding in agreement with what their king has proposed. One of the Councillors nodded only to Oravos, instead to the other Councillors around him. It almost seemed like it was planned all along in Oravos' mind, and he fell for it. ---- [u]Captain Neros, 3rd Ashland Armiger Chapter[/u] Blacklight, Morrowind 10th of Sun's Height, 4E 205. News of the Kamals taking over Windhelm was the main discussion of the Armiger troops in Blacklight. They weren't staying on Blacklight for long, and every news about Skyrim was as important as any battle strategies if they're to move into the land. "We leave at sunrise men, make sure you've taken a hearty meal before we leave, it'll be mushroom soup and saltrice till the end of this campaign." Neros said to the men before going back inside the officer barracks within the military district of the city. He eventually finds his way to one of the rooms, where the other captains discussed logistics for the campaign. "Most of the men that we've brought stayed in Skyrim before being called back to Morrowind. They can handle themselves in the cold, but facing Nords might be a problem for some." says one of the adjutants inside the war room Neros entered. "We received order from the king himself to spare any Nord civilians we encounter, who doesn't pose a threat to our forces. We maybe supporting the Akaviri, but we are not going to murder each Nord we find, King Oravos values the honor of the Nords for giving us Solstheim that he won't let out forces become war criminals." Neros adds to the conversation before taking a seat. "So, what's the plan so far?" "Our first objective is to support the Akaviri in Windhelm, they might experience a retaliatory attack from the Nords soon, giving us a chance to prove our fighting capability to the Akaviri forces. Once that's done or we arrive in Windhelm without any encounters, we will coordinate with the Akaviri to deploy the Ordinator team to slip into Skyrim for a mission from the High Priests. From there, we'll support the Akaviri campaign till we are recalled back to Morrowind." says the captain of the 5th Armiger Chapter. "Sounds good to me, do you have any estimates to how long will this last?" Neros says, trying to change the topic, hopefully to a lighter subject. "...Unfortunately, until we are called back, relieved by other chapters, or corpses... we are to remain in Skyrim.." The looks on the faces of the officers in the room appeared grim, but they knew that duty is what makes the Dunmer stronger than any other races in Tamriel. Giving up wasn't a thing for the Armigers, Morrowind relies on them, and they will do anything they can for their homeland. ---- [u]High Priest Deodec[/u] Ald'ruhn, Vvardenfell 10th of Sun's Height, 4E 205. "Make sure those barriers are set up, the King will inspect the defenses himself when he arrives, so makes sure you cast it right!" Everyone in the area surrounding Skar was either casting spells or deploying fortifications, except for Deodec, who was trying to manage every mage and worker. "The Ordinators have formed a defensive perimeter around Skar, and are waiting for further orders High Priest." says an Ordinator captain assigned to guard the Emperor Crab. "Excellent, if things go well with our new found Maormer friends, Skar will be roaming the lands of Morrowind again." Deodec pauses, casting a fireball towards one of the barrier pillars set up around Skar. "Let's hope these defenses are satisfactory for our King." The Ordinator captain nodded and went back to his post. If there's something that the Dunmer learned from what happened to Azarkan, it would be that everything shouldn't be taken for granted. Precaution was now a mandatory word for the Dunmeri people, and it will take a long time to forget such a thing. ---- [u]Telvanni Magelord Seleyna Drothi[/u] Orsinium 12th of Sun's Height, 4E 205. The Silt Strider carrying Seleyna finally arrived at the gates of Orsinium, a bit weary from travel, but nothing the large insect can handle. The city wasn't as she expected it to be, but then again, cultures of other always fails assumed impressions. "Don't unpack everything yet Doblic, I'll still have to grow my citadel here, and I don't want to get used to the place they'll lend me." "Yes master, Doblic will wait here, I'll take care of the other slaves while you do your..stuff." Doblic replies while he drops down the Silt Strider by using a rope. "Alright ya lazy N'wahs, start unpacking Master's clothes, she'll be needing those among other things." The slaves varied from Dunmer to Khajiit, with even a lone Orc adding to the mix who surrendered himself freely into service to Seleyna. The trip from Morrowind to Orsinium was a lengthy one and very tiring. The Imperials inspected the group so many times that Doblic even forgot how many times they got inspected; but then again, Doblic isn't a smart Mer, so he probably forgot when it went more than five. Bandits tried to halt the Telvanni Magelord, only to be set on fire, and be cleaved by Seleyna's Orc slave. The trip was somehow fun for Seleyna, now she hopes her stay in Orsinium would be better. ---- [hider=Actions:] Inspection of Azarkan's remains, and the burial for Yagrum Bagarn, the last Dwemer. Declaration of Vvardenfell as a Dunmer only territory. (Off text) Deportation of Non-Dunmer races off Vvardenfell. Arrival of 5,000 Armigers in Blacklight. Arrival of Telvanni Magelord Seleyna Drothi in Orsinium. [/hider]