#second era

Most esteemed High Chancellor,

Thank you for the advice, which was much appreciated. However, I will not be able to put it into practice as we no longer have an Imperial presence in Morrowind (The other tip I may have done last night, considering this morning I was rudely awakened by my manservant Dorian on behalf of a local innkeeper and asked to clean up the table I used there, despite House Hlaalu no longer existing.).

I suppose I should ask you something you CAN answer - what is it like in the Second Era? Is there something you'd want to be remembered for? How about the rest of the Elder Council? From the viewpoint of a thousand years later, it appears to have been quite chaotic considering there are very few surviving records of the time between Empress Regent Clivia Tharn and Tiber Septim, the founder of our current empire... (Technically it could be said that there is a new empire because the Mede Dynasty has been on the Ruby Throne since about 2 decades after the fall of the last one. I am glad there is peace in my time, even if it comes at the cost of High Elven leaders bullying us into giving up one of our gods... Oh, but that concerns Tiber Septim. It's a long story.)

Where may I find one of these "Web devices"? They sound like amazing Dwemer technology.

Sincerely,

Marcus Tiberius Quintus of Cheydinhal

P.S. I don't know what would make a good gift for one of the leaders of the Elder Council during societal collapse... I suppose 5 large, thick, hardy rolls of parchment might be useful?

So sorry to hear about House Hlaalu. They were bastards, but at least one always knew where he stood with them: in the treasury.

The Second Era is indeed quite chaotic I’ve seen the fall of the Akaviri Potentate, which wasn’t as great as the Reman dynasty’s rule was, from what I gathered from the records, but it was not bad. In fact we have not yet experienced a period that would beat it in the quality of life since.

The prevalent feature in the last 150 years is lack of stability, and it is spiralling more and more out of hands. The only thing one can be certain of is war and some sort of disaster.

Currently Varen Aquilarios is on the Ruby Throne and at least the situation in Cyrodiil is stabilising. After the three generations of the Longhouse Emperors, each of them a disaster in a different way, this land is exhausted and we the Three-Banner was like a civil war fought by proxies. They have taken it out of our country at least.

Right now Tamriel is tired. We have been fighting daedra, each other, more daedra, dragons, even more daedra, vampires, werewolves, and sloads. It is a miracle we aren’t suffering a continental famine. The Khnatean Flu is on decline through it all, but it still spikes up here and there; whole abandoned ghosttowns where the plague still lingers are a common sight - burning the places does nothing. As a result of the attempted Planemeld and Planemeld Obverse the geography has changed whole places are missing, leaving scars and seams behind, places from Oblivion have been pulled forth and are in the process of being overgrown. The population is at its lowest in this Era, and that includes the largest rage of the Khnatean Flu.

As for the devices, they are not of Dwemer origin. You might want to search old shrines dedicated to Mephala instead, or to Vivec. In Elsweyr at least they were known as the Tablets of Silks and had something to do with attunement to the Lunar Lattice.

Arvs-Drelen wasn’t really a tower.  Revus had once told Talasse to ‘meet him in his tower’, but it wasn’t a tower.  It was some old stone building on the edge of town, but it did have a high roof.  Talasse had heard him call it a tower to some poor wandering mer, and it took more self control than he wanted not to snort and laugh at the idea.  He wasn’t in his uniform now.  He was undercover, as he liked to call it, in yet another drab mostly blackish leather outfit that would suit just about any long term traveller.  His guise, for now, was a private resource collector for the local Telvanni.  He went out to get mushrooms or whatever Revus needed.

As such, he absolutely got away with staying in Revus’s home.  There were more than a few rumors that he wasn’t actually a hireling, but they leaned more towards the… honeyed friend variety.  Talasse didn’t mind.  He knew he was a good looking guy.  He’d tailored himself to be good looking.  And Revus...  Well Revus was someone he wouldn’t mind being honeyed with.

Pls Tumblr I'm begging you

His husband caught wind of a group of Aldmeri marines captured and likely tortured just north of Reaper’s March, and without a word Talasse left to rectify that the best he could.  The man who let it slip was not a boasting fool.  He was not a Colovian decked out in brash regalia.  No.  He was merely an Imperial who had bravely approached a battlereeve to ask for help.