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They don't think it be like it is, but it do.
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While we are talking about XIV I just want to mention how much I love Poro Roggo
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I am a man in my mid twenties who has been role playing since I was 10. I just recently moved to a new town to attend university, and I'm attempting to open up to new people, both in-person and online. I'm part of the official guild discord, so feel free to add me if you want. I love reading and writing, science fiction, and fantasy. In my off time if I feel like using my brain I enjoy reading classical literature. I recently finished Anna Karenina and have started Tale of Two Cities. I have also been slowly studying and learning French. Don't mind the low post count I normally do my RPing through private messaging.

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GreivousKhan said
Who say's I wasn't? And that's allot of assuming there are harbors there in the first place, as it was stated previously there was mostly just 'ship sheds.' :K


Dude, talk to the GM then. What else do you want me to tell you other than this; THE MAN RUNNING THIS GAME HAS STATED TO ME I OWN THE HARBORS IN STROS M'KAI AND COASTS SURROUNDING IT. That is the message that I received.

I actually didn't know you had Dwemer Research either, but that is a neat boon. I was just after dat sweet naval launching point.
GreivousKhan said
I not sure what you mean by I did the same, unless your referring to to the northern Valenwood post some time back, which was made long before a player for Alinor came about, and was a small skirmish at best. Hammerfell is not an NPC nation, and I'm not sure how you think 200 ships can reach Stros M'Kai unnoticed from the shoreline watch towers.Edit:Especially after the Dominion already showed their ugly hids once already, you don;t think they would have early warning systems in place by now?


I'm saying Pyandonea did the same 'crime' as me, yet you don't critize them.

And this discussion is pointless. The GM's have stated explicitly I own the harbors and coasts surrounding the island. I'm not sure what to tell you if you don't like that fact.
TheBeanBurrito said
Stros M'Kai has stuff on it?


Looks like we're about to find out!
GreivousKhan said
Prince Potter I don't at all appreciate you just attacking me before I can get a response post up. I mean, dafuck?


TBB did the same, yet no criticism on him? Nice.

Well, first and foremost, I explicitly left the results of the battle ambiguous in my post. The Battle of Stros M'Kai in my post was just a bunch of shit blowing up and people dying and fighting. Pyandonea's back-up post was what crushed you.

I posted IC attacking you after PMing and confirming it was okay with the GM's, and then purposely left the results unknown so either side could win the battle, and I'd do it again too. #SorrryNotSorry

GreivousKhan said
It's not like you even know what I have planned on the island.


And I don't, nor do I really care. Stros M'Kai is a excellent naval base, and would allow my ships to reach farther without stopping and that is why the Dominion wants it.
Lord Admiral Orthos of the Royal Fleet
26th of Midyear
Stros M’Kai


The sound of a hundred cannons all being fired at will was loud enough to temporarily deafen the Lord Admiral, as he stood on the deck of the Royal Flag ship. They had arrived at first light just as the Yokudan scouting ship had arrived as well. They fired upon and sunk the scouting ship, though this alerted the Island. With nothing more than a minute or two to prepare, the island soon felt the full force of cannon and spell.

Orthos knew that his foe had a considerably sized fleet, and because of this he ordered his ships to fire firstly upon the docked ships in harbor, sinking half of them before they could even mobilize. As their ships scrambled to attempt to defend the island, it appeared that the fortress itself had properly set up for a siege, and soon a large flaming boulder from a trebuchet was fired over the walls of the castle. The Lord Adrmial was helpless to do anything as the flaming ball of death sailed through the sky and smashed through the deck of the Altmer warship right next to The Aldmeris.

The ship burned heavily and many High Elves screamed in pain, leaping from the boat into the great salty waters. Their ship sank within minutes, yet despite their losses they pushed ever closer inland and the Yokudan Fleet appeared close to breaking and scrambling. Yet it was in there most critical time, that a second flaming ball of death rained down from the heavens, and seemed on a course straight for The Aldmeris when three might Battle-mages from the Arcane Society together cast a ward strong enough to shatter the flaming rock, sending down small flaming stones atop the crew and deck. Fires quickly broke out on the deck, though the damage was much less than it would have been.

Turning to the Battle-Mages, Orthos found two of them still alive, hiding behind the mast both gulping down air and a strange blue liquid. He shouted out over the chaos of the battle;

“Battle-Mages, focus on that damned Trebuchet!” Orthos roared to them, before turning his attention to the waters rapidly filling with burning men and mer and destroyed wood and silks.

It was chaos.
High King Aelid of the Dominion
26th of Midyear
Stormhold, Argonia


The young King was in the Altmer Chambers alone in his room. A single elven candle flickered dimly and he sat upon his bed, wary. He could hardly believe the state of affairs in the world recently, and could even less believe the letter In his hand. The Maormer had chosen now to make their appearance to the world, of all time in his history? Aelid wasn’t even sure if his homeland wasn’t burning as he sat on this bed in this strange land, and he could picture fire consuming the beauty and glass of Alinor with chitin ships in the burning harbors.

A knock came at the door, and Aelid was call them in. It was loyal Dobin, of the Kings guard. He smiled nervously and sat down on a wooden chair near the bed. There was a silence between them for a moment, before Dobin spoke.

“Don’t you worry too much about Alinor, Your Grace. I’m sure Lord Regent Orthos has the situation under control, he is a strong and loyal mer to the Dominion. “

“The Maormer would meet with me out at sea, a trap I sense.” Aelid spoke darkly.

“The Maormer are vicious fighters with a history shrouded in mystery, but they are more honorable then that. I would swear you at worse it would be a declaration of war.” Dobin said in an attempt to comfort the High King.

“Perhaps. I suppose I will send a letter back to Alinor, and tell them I will meet with their King Orgnum at Sea on the First Day of Sun’s Height.” The young King said decidedly.

Dobin nodded in agreement, then spoke.

“It seems they cleared Valenwood’s southern waters for us? Appears they at least want to play at being nice. Would it not be wise to give word to Orthos not to fire upon Maormer ships unless done defensively.” and then stood from his seat.

“Aye, you are correct. I will send word to the Lord Regent as well as to my wishes on how our Maormer brethren are treated.” Aelid said with a yawn.

Dobin made for the door wordlessly, and Aelid would agree with his friends lack of speech, as it would be a long day tomorrow.


Agent Aiden of the Renshi, Servant to the Aldmeri Dominion.
26th of Midyear
Alinor, Summerset Isles, Capital of the Dominion.


The Thalmor double agent Aiden waited impatiently in the Arch-Mage’s chambers as the young woman Valina looked in awe at the notes and figures upon the great desk. Though she was young, she had a brilliant mind for things of magicka, even among her people. She could see the many the obstacles that would be present in infusing such raw amounts of ethereal power into a living body, but it appeared Nelron had worked through many of them during his time at the Society.

Aiden had to admit, she thought the young Altmer was cute, but he had to stay focused on his task of feeding any information he could to the Thalmor to earn their trust. His time as her Steward had been boring, and he had done little other than change silk sheets and prepare her baths. He decided now was the time to make his move.

“What are you studying, Arch-Mage?” inquired the young elf..

“Oh, I’m no Arch-Mage, just warming the chair until Nelron returns from his Regency. But he did leave me some fascinating projects to work on in his absence. It appears the things I will need to start such a venture are expensive and rare, though I think I know where I can get most of them. This will take significant funding.” She worried.

“Will it help the Dominion defeat the Empire and unite all of Mer?” He asked.

“Yes, I suppose it could do that, and potentially much, much, more.” She confided.

Actions:
-Letter to Maormer and Dominion on Aelid's Decision.

-The Royal Fleet lead by Lord Admiral Orthos has engaged the Yokudan at Stros M’Kai!

-Arch-Mage Valina is now hard at work on the new arcane infusion project!

-Agent Aiden now has something to report to the Thalmor!
Edited my post to send all 200 ships. Just realized I don't need to blockade Hammerfell if I destroy Hammerfell!
Lord Regent Nelron of the Aldmeri Dominion
25th of Midyear
Alinor, Summerset Isles, Capital of the Dominion


The elder Altmer sat weakly on the Throne of Summer, seeming to nearly struggle breathing in his old age. Several Thalmor officials loitered in his court, as well as a few members of the Order of the Eight. A middle-aged Altmer female would enter into the palace, dressed in the robes of the Arcane Society.

Approaching the new Lord Regent, she saw the Justicar Revin acting as the new Regent’s cupbearer. she would kneel and then speak;

“Arch-Mage Nelron, I have reported as you have summoned. What would you have me do?” Spoke the female, as she stared at the glass floor of the palace, there were carpets of intricate silks on it which seemed to intertwine and seemingly slithered as one.

“I would have the Society begin researching some way of binding massive amounts of arcane energy into a living thing. I was working on this project back at the Society before I was called to serve as Regent for the Lord Admiral. I would have you continue it, and perhaps find a way of getting around the problems with it I could not.” He spoke warily, his breaths coming ragged and seemingly without rhythm.

Her eyes widened with the severity of her assignment, and she nodded seriously, before looking up to the seated Arch-Mage. He smiled tiredly, but with the warmth of an elder.

“My research notes and the like are in the Arch-Mage’s chambers at the Society, I would have you take over there for me in my stead. Imagine it as using a Soul Gem to harness the life force of a being, except the Soul Gem is actually a Being. I suppose related to the Dragonborn, except with Magicka instead of dragon souls. Can you do this for me, Valina?” He asked, closing his eyes tiredly.

“It will be done, my Lord Regent.” She said, standing and nodded to him. Her eyes met with the Justicar Revin, and a chill ran up her spine. Something was not right in all this, but the Lord Regent dismissed her then, and she was forced to leave with her mind occupied by her new mission.
Agent Aiden of the Renshi, Servant to the Aldmeri Dominion.
25th of Midyear
Alinor, Summerset Isles, Capital of the Dominion.


“Are you sure you can handle this?” Walden asked the younger Altmer youth who stood before them, dressed from head to toe in Official Thalmor garments.

“As ready as I will ever be, Lord General.” The boy swallowed nervously and adjusted a button on his silky and slick jet black Thalmor jacket.

“I believe in ya, Aiden . Just relax and you will do fine. Remember, this is for the Dominion. For Aelid!” Said the older Imperial Noblemen.

The lad took a deep breath and rushed around the corner from where the two crouched, and approached the same oak tree with the rose bush that Walden had found yesterday. Revin and several co-conspirators were gathered around, whispering dark things to each other. The youth approached them, and spoke nervously for several minutes. Though Walden crouched and tried his hardest to listen, he could not hear.

Aiden approached them, and they cast suspicious eyes upon the youth. Yet a cold wave of calm descended upon him, its roots in his Renshi training. He spoke with a cold malice few Altmer could match;

“I heard you would replace this weak Regent and reform the Dominion more to Thalmor liking. I have come to aid you in this.” He spoke evenly.

“And how are we to know we can trust you, stranger?” Spoke Revin, the apparent ringleader of the conspiracy.

“I would perform tasks as you wish. To prove my loyalty to the Thalmor.” Aiden spoke, and as he did now the female Thalmor spoke now on his behalf.

“What of Nelron? Surely we can use him to assassinate the Regent and get it over with or some such thing. The Regent is weak.

“Yes, Nelron is old and feeble. The poison I have been slipping him will kill him perhaps within a week tops, and I’m afraid assassination is too risky, at least a quick one would be. The title of Lord Regent shall then pass onto the highest ranking Thalmor in Alinor, which happens to be me. Once I take the Regency, I shall receive orders from the High Justicar on our next move to consolidate our power.” Spoke Revin optimistically, unaware of the traitor in their midst. A idea seemed to come to him.

“I would have you sent as Steward to the new temporary Arch-Mage of the Arcane Society. Keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t come too close to the truth of our plot. I’ve a bad feeling about her...” Revin spoke ominously.

Aiden nodded and slid back, already preparing for his new job.
Lord Admiral Orthos of the Royal Fleet
25th of Midyear
Abecean Sea


The Aldmeris swayed in the sea as lightly as a feather, the golden ridges of the ship splashed with salty water. It’s sails appeared to be near made of spider silk, or as if a bird could easily fly through it and send the whole thing tumbling apart. Thus was the ingenious of the Altmer, who’s ships were some of the fastest and lightest in all of Nirn. This flagship of the Dominion was better equipped than most war ships of the Dominion, having a large under deck to carry large amounts of troops as well as sailors, and a private chamber for a group of battle-mages to be kept at.

The idea was that during intense battles, the Mages would be able to shield and protect the ship from incoming enemy fire. It had been originally designed by the Arch-Mage Nelron many, many years ago when he was still a young member of the Society. The Captain’s Quarters looked every bit the Altmer craftsmanship as the rest of the boat, with the interior walls draped with soft fabrics with intricate design.

The colors of the Fleet reminded the eye of their home, of summer. Many of the ships were painted golden, crimson, even kept a wooden brown, though sanded and shined until it looked as fine as the glass the elves were famous for.

“Our ships are preparing to form the Blockade, Lord Admiral. We discovered a small group of Hammerfell scouting ships which attempted to flee after we discovered them. We destroyed all but two of the ships, one of which actually set itself ablaze rather than fa capture. The last… escaped.” Spoke the First Mate of The Aldmeris with apprehension, knowing the wrath of his Admiral.

“Escaped!? How could mere men escape the Altmer at sea?” He asked, disgusted, staring at a map of the sea on the center table of the quarters. He looked at his ships carefully, plotting his next move. He had to choose carefully, or risk the Dominion.

“We are not sure, my Lord. But the ship was on fire, and the majority of the crew killed when it escaped. I assure you, with any luck they won’t have gotten far.” Spoke the Altmer.

“Men and Fools believe in luck, you know this!” Growled the Admiral through clenched teeth, already picturing the ship fleeing to Stros M’kai to warn the fleet. Yet then the idea came to him, and he knew what he needed to do.

“How many ships are needed to keep up this blockade of Valenwood? I wouldn’t have anything slipping by.” Asked the Admiral, staring at the island fortress on the map.

“Our forces could make do with as little as a hundred ships in securing Valenwood from unauthorized naval transport.” Spoke the sailor.

The Lord Admiral looked to his maps only a moment before deciding. "The Yokudan breed like vermin, and number too great even for our superior Mer craftmenship. Blast the Blockade, we won't need it if there's no Hammerfell to send people... Rally all two hundred ships and have them follow The Aldmeris to leave the rest of the Fleet tonight. We will sail for Stros M’Kai, and strike at it at first light tomorrow morn. Aldmeri ships are faster than those of Men, and if we hurry we can still yet strike at Stros M’Kai before their wounded ship can hope to return to port and warn them.” Spoke the Admiral gravely, knowing he was sending many Altmer to their deaths. Yet this was war. He wordlessly waved the First Mate away, sending him to his tasks.

Actions:
- The Arch-Mage is now Regent!
-New temporary Arch-Mage of the Society!
-Renshi Agent has infiltrated Thalmor Conspiracy!
-Dominion Flagship and Royal Fleet of 200 sail towards Stros M’Kai after cleansing the Northern Valenwood Sea of Undesirables.
Lord Regent of the Aldmeri Dominion Orthos
25th of Midyear
Alinor, Capital of the Dominion


Orthos could hardly believe the reports coming in from all over Summerset, nor the scroll he held in his hand. It did not hold the words of neither a rival nor him nor had his own father ever seen. Yet it was Orthos’ grandfather who had been a mere sailor and a lad when the known last battle with the Sea Elves had occurred. It was only due to the might of the Empire and the Dominion, as well as a Storm to beat them back. Orthos knew that Alinor was truly in danger now, should the Maormer wish it.
The Lord Regent’s thoughts were disrupted when a Altmer seemed to near materialize in the Throne Room, bowing before Orthos.

“My Regent, I’m afraid we have terrible reports from Valenwood. Some of the local Bosmer population still loyal to the Dominion says that they plan to sell their coasts to the Redguard for protection from our Wrath.”

Orthos was numb and distracted from this recent letter. He could barely register the words of the Whisper who knelt before him. Yet he did note some dim pride that the Order of Whispers was already hard at work, and seemed to have already infiltrated Valenwood as far as news of the region went.

“The Redguard? They would surely slaughter us all, in retaliation for the invasion of Hammerfell! No, The Dominion simply cannot tolerate such a volatile nation so close to our own islands. I must assemble the Royal Fleet.I thank you for your information, Whisper.” He said, before nodding that the Whisper may leave.

Instead, the Whisper stood, seeming amazed.
“Would you go to war with them, my Regent?”

“Yes, I will set sail immediately and sink and Redguard ship who approaches the Coast of Valenwood. Would you go and deliver these Orders to the Sailors and Dominion troops? As well as give this scroll to the Arch-Mage, and tell him to send it to Aelid. ” Orthos asked the Whisper. The boy nodded, and left in a hurry.

It was now several Thalmor officials came, seeming to brim with anger and fury.

“Lord Regent! I heard you are assembling the Royal Fleet? Go! Have you not heard of the return of the Maormer? We must return them to their Island of Exile and show them the true descendants of the Aldmer once and for all!”

“No, Justicar Revin. I shall sail for Valenwood, to Embargo it’s seas and cut it off from the Redguard who would establish a forward base of assault there.”

“Take the Royal Fleet to blockade Valenwood? The damned Bosmer who would have our heads on pikes? Are you mad? This is the time for defense, and stopping these Sea Elves! You must listen to reason, Lord Admiral!”

Orthos smiled and began walk, making his way out from the Throne Room. The Thalmor followed him, curious as to where he was going. As he stepped lightly on each glass step of the stairs leading outside into the cool summer breeze, Orthos replied;

“First and forestmost, If the Sea Elves would come to Alinor and raze it, I’m afraid there is nothing we can do about it, and I mean nothing, Justicar. I have been a Admiral near all my life, and I assure you we alone cannot step their Navy. Nonetheless, I shall leave a reserve force of 1/3 of the Fleet. I shall take two hundred ships and blockade this land from the Redguards.”

The Thalmor were in a panic as he approached the docks, the vast armada of ships in harbor bobbing lightly at sea. Quickly the Justicar asked;
“What of the Regency? Who would fill it while you are gone? Someone must sit the Summer Throne!” The Justicar shrieked as Orthos would board the Flag Ship of the Dominion, The Aldmeris.

“Give it to Lord General Walden Estermont of the Renshi, he will hold this place together until the return of Aelid.” Orthos spoke, catching sight of many Sailors seeming to pour out of their barracks, quickly preparing the ships.

“To a Imperial Man?! Surely you jest! The Thalmor will rebel before such a lowly and treasonous act is committed!” The Justicar assured him, with nods of affirmation from the other Thalmor Officers around him.

“Fine! Give it to the Arch-Mage Nelron of the Society. He is old and wise, his council will be valuable. I will return soon, Justicar.” Without another word, he entered the Captain’s Cabin of the Flag Ship, and disappeared from sight.
Lord General Walden Estermont of the Renshi
24th of Midyear
Alinor, Summerset Isles, Capital of the Dominion.


The Lord General had been back in the Capital of the Dominion only a few hours when he heard whispers of Sea Elves and Red Guard, truly a turbulent time. Yet they handed over the Mane cub to the Thalmor upon return, where he was took to a secluded and hidden holding cell inside. He felt bad for the wee kitten, but he knew that much larger things were at stake than the innocence of a house cat.

When Walden’s small ship had come into bay with the Mane, he had found Lord Admiral Orthos scrambling the fleet, seeming to prepare to take the vast majority of their Navy out into the sea. The older noble had fed and bathed upon return, and was taking a walk through the gardens of Alinor when he heard a familiar voice, the voice of a Justicar Revin.

“The High King Aelid completely failed in keeping the Bosmer with the Dominion, and now he has abandoned us to go make peace and alliances with Lizards in far-away lands, while the Thalmor must do all the real work. It was we who told the Society of the Aldmer ruins near Cloudhaven, and we who orchestrated the kidnapping of the mane!” He said in a dry heat, apparently talking to others around a rose bush near a large oak tree.

“Yes! Now Orthos wants to go sail around making vain attempts at stopping the Redguard from taking Valenwood as their own! The Bosmer don’t want our protection, leave them to their fate!” Came the cry of another frantic zealot, this one seeming older than Justicar Revin.

“The Mists that once hide the Maormer from the world are now gone, and we may exact our Vengeance on their salty hides! Yet Orthos would take the majority of our fleet when it is obvious we are needed here?” Came the coos of a female Thalmor.

Walden crouched down, listening carefully to the words of the dissenters. So this was the true thoughts of the Thalmor. He couldn’t help but feel that these Extremists would need to be dealt with, and soon.

“Do not worry, my friends. The High Justicar Aldra has assured me she already has plans to right these wrongs. All we need is Patience…” Came his final haunting words, as the sun slipped behind the horizon and Walden stumbled backwards in horror, quickly leaving the gardens in a near panic at the deceit within the Dominion.

Actions:
-The Suspected Mane is now captive in the Summerset Isles!
-200 Altmer Ships lead by Lord Admiral Orthos are sent to blockade Valenwood and Hammerfell, cutting them off at the sea.
-Valenwood has been infiltrated by The Order of Whispers.
-The Maormer Letter has been sent to Aelid at Stormhold!
-The Arch-Mage of the Arcane Society is now Lord Regent!
-Thalmor Dissidents are now growing in strength and support with both Aelid gone and Orthos making unpopular decisions and then leaving.
Jangel13 said
Not every bosmer comes back to vallenwood they do leave and make their own lives. Simply because they are bosmer does not mean that all bosmer are like them


Like YOU, you mean.

Jangel13 said
and you abandoned us! even afterwards your forces loomed in my land peoples land!


We abandoned nothing! You would betray us because the Emperor whispered in your ear I MIGHT cut down your forests. But instead of talking to me about it, you just rebelled and expelled me. All the Altmer want is to be the big brother protecting Valenwood.
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