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C0DA's so much more than one story. It's an entire universe, with so many Tamriels, and A Khajiit C0DA in particular has taken the concept of C0DA and made it into an entire verse of its own.

You can read A Khajiit C0DA here, along with the others in its verse.

As for AR1A: go here.

And, read the original too, it’s best to know where it all came from.

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Ald Sotha Below, 5E911

House Sul Progenitor House, duly noted under the digital house,

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My name is Jubal-lun-Sul, of House Sul, whose name is known and heard throughout the Scathing Bay and the Nine times Nine Thrones. Our lord is High Alma Jaroon, of House Jaroon, whose city is the First City of the New North, where all who Went Under from Landfall settled and made peace with the Worm, when we were not Eighty and One separate peoples but One, carrying the tibrols on our backs together and cutting tunnels by the light and heat that all mer wore, with equal dust in every mouth. My family’s name comes from the first child born in the Velothiid, Haeko-dol-Sul, and, like him, we are salt merchants. Our crest is the tusk of the bat-tiger. Our bloodline is registered by C0DA.

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Ald Sotha. Under-Manor of House Sul.

But, then, salt merchants are given to them. It’s in our blood.

After all, the only thing that stopped the Worm was salt. They have an especial vulnerability to it. At least, they used to, but they adapt.

But, then, the Worm always adapts. It’s in their agenda.

They made these tunnels at first. Then we got here and did the rest. But we’re not supposed to be here at all. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

See, the thing about the Worm is that they can’t go Up. But we can. We do. Make that: some of us do, the ones that are allowed.

Everyone is allowed during every Landfall Season. Most of us decide not to, since it’s more dangerous Up there than it is down here. But I had to go.

I come from a very, very old family. The oldest families. The progenitors. One with bells on, too, I might add. The “first child born Under” and all of that. In other words, we’ve got history.