Neesa grunted, not so much as glancing away from the spider. "Well, even I can admit that Septim was exceptional. Anyone with the eyes to see could tell. His supporters saw it, Vivec saw it, and even your leaders, Thalmor, know it to be true. No matter how much they deny it to the world. Indeed, it is why they deny it to the world. Even in life, his power reached beyond the gods. You see, girl, he did not [i]just[/i] reshape the jungles into forest with his voice. No, that would not be nearly as impressive. He rid Cyrodiil of its jungles [i]retroactively[/i]. With his voice, he spoke the jungles out of history entirely, so that they were never there." 

Meesei stood with her arms crossed, transparently skeptical of Neesa's claim. She could think of several holes in the story with hardly a few moments of thought. "Forgive me, but assuming that was even possible, how would we even [i]know[/i] about it if it happened? If the jungle was never there, then history would not claim that it ever existed." 

Nessa grinned and hardly skipped a beat before responding. She had obviously anticipated the question. "Oh yes, it does not make sense, does it? Removing it from history would surely remove it from the records, yes? And yet, with but his voice, he removed the jungles from history so that only their song remained. The ability to reshape not only the world, but the rules it abides by. The ability to change the world in ways that defy all rationality, even the Earth Bones themselves. Sound familiar? It is the power the Dwemer sought, with the wisdom to use it. And that, children, is what I seek: CHIM. The Ehlnofex syllable of royalty. A state of being that transcends divinity; one that only mortals can obtain. And that, Thalmor, is why your masters are such idiots. The Aedra, by their nature, are imperfect, and becoming Aedric spirits once more would render us incapable of attaining it. Our potential, yes even yours, is greater than the gods."