The Republic of Hahd. The Republic of Hahd Hahd is ostensibly an underwater country below the tip of what was once the Dellesian peninsula.
Its government is not recognized by any under Imperial authority. As its people, also called Hahd, have made no trouble whatsoever for anyone in history (save once), this same government has never been contested, either. That Hahd is documented here at all is because of the singular time the Republic had an effect on Tamrielic affairs (which also marks the first time any of the known peoples had heard of it), and by some kind and enabling words of a mapmaker. Return false. █╪₧HHH.;--?
-/--ul-......0. Infrasleeve B6-125: Channel granted. The Dragon War, documented. The Aldudagga, Fight Four (a fragment +) Tatterdemalion: The Lunar Province of Secunda. 'Lady Nerevar', on 03 Jan 2012 - 01:48 AM, said: That particular secret isn't mine to share.
But its owner should be along shortly with a big goody bag. Aha! So you do have insider knowledge! Are there any illustrations of Vehkships or Sunbirds in existence? I know! Quote. The Song of Return: Skyrim, a preamble. The Song of Return: Skyrim, a Preamble To properly understand Skyrim, which one must do if they are to take on the burden of describing it for the layman, its geographies, its histories, its peoples, and its myths must be perceived as an aggregate.
The Northlanders and their environs are the most variegated simplicity on this earth, with their heroic narratives serving as a record of all events leading to the present day. Better is a Better Word: The Lynpan March. The Lynpan March If there is one noble thing to have come out of the true Empress' brief reign, it is surely her (somewhat indirect) displacement of the Lynpan March from the land of the Great Apes.
Perhaps "noble" is the wrong word; "better" is the better word. While falconeering in the deeps of Valenwood atop her equine brother and with a train of tree-mimes and vatgrown dwarf-sized versions of other favorite relatives behind her, the hoary monstrosity called King-Dead Wolf-Deer attacked. Perhaps "attacked" is the wrong word; "sought to rejoin them, thinking they were all a vision of his ages-ago Wild Hunt". In any case, the monster's display of brotherhood was frighteningly loud and led to some casualties, including the Court's Royal Vine-Mime, Magpie O'Middlepants, who was trampled to death by the spooked Uriel VI, an uncounted number of uncleculi, and Her Majesty's favorite falcon, Crow. I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone. FSL Professor Numinatus!
Issue One: “Meanwhile, in the Empire” A story in 16 pages Page 1 Panel 1 - Wide across the top of the page. An indistinct magical-military installation, window ports looking out into the stars. Voice One: The chronocules are acting jelly on the eyeball again, sir.Voice Two: I can see that plain enough, corporal. Panel 2 - A staunch Admiral looking down at a gel-screen, a pool of liquid sitting in a brass and wire bowl sent into an intricate console. Admiral: Really? Llénnöcöcönnèll, the Anachronisle. Llénnöcöcönnèll, the Anachronisle An island at the southernmost end of the Cathnoquey chain, formerly known as "Llénnöc" (Quey for "south-but-we-mean-west") when it was an independent state during the Second Empire.
After the famous surrender of Akaviri forces at Pale Pass to Reman Cyrodiil, Llénnöc was quickly annexed as Imperial territory to help facilitate the capture of any Tsaesci military-leaders seeking to evade their failed invasion by means of the north-but-really-east sea straits. When no such nets bore fruit-- perhaps since the Tsaesci indeed never invaded by sea and therefore did not use it for retreat-- the Imperial Dracocryptography & Authentifications Congress petitioned to the Elder Council that the native government be further reorganized "to alleviate the sleeve-strain of invaluable but atrophying memospores". Magne-Ge Pantheon. Magne-Ge Pantheon Here is the pantheon of the Magne-Ge, as documented by the ancient Master Redshift, the first of its denizens who persisted enough with fitness to map the in-between heavens.
This pantheon is made up of the Filters, Chromes, Penumbras, and Capricious Glows that influence the day-by-may fortunes of the myriad creatures that play among the Magne-Ge’s many-and-shattered floating untimes. All of them are days that may. Every spectrum in the Magne-Ge, large or small, abides by Redshift’s teachings and his Catalog of Radiance. KINMUNE. KINMUNE (Kinetically-Interlinked Nirnian Multi-User Exoform) started her existence as any other proxy-synthetic of the 9th Era aurbical mining guilds: a limited sentience deep-pressure capable "thot-box"—a dreamsleevishell used by remote mortal operators to run the rigs of Kynareth's illicit breath trade.
Able to stream several live-wire mortal proxies at once, Kinmune was a top-of-the-line Hazardous Conditions Warprunner Exoform of an ayleidoon hegemony nearing another unceremonious end. But then the Hist-Jilian wars spilled out of a Wheelian rip into the SubSys slice of 'brane-space, and things changed for Kinmune. With the outer colonies separated from Nu-Mundelbright chronoculic sync-net anchors, maintenance of space-time beyond the F-Shores faltered. It drove her insane. Towards a Dragon'd Sea: Cathnoquey. Towards a Dragon’d Sea: Cathnoquey Of all the Imperial Provinces described herein, Cathnoquey is the newest to join its ranks.
Before being formally reorganized under the terms of the Veto of Charter and Decree of New Lordships [3E307], the archipelago was first established as a Third Empire Territory in 3E276 under Emperor Uriel V, “The Fighting Diamond”. Before that time, the “Kingdom” of Cathnoquey was an impressive egalitarian society of two quite divergent cultures, the tribal fishermer-flotillas of the Chimeri-quey, a loosely-organized coastal power of shore-khans, and the “untitled leaders” of the Men-of-Keptu-quey, who positioned their peoples mainly along an array of military frontier fortresses. It had no kings to speak of, in the manner that we do, but for the sake of history and Imperial embellishment it was given this royalty for context. It seems that the racial schism that still troubles Tamriel had never been a problem in Cathnoquey. SIDEBARThe Merchants of Quey After.
What My Beloved Taught Me. What My Beloved Taught Me A Personal View of Chimeri Culture Who are you? A gutter-get, a daggerlad, a netchiman’s son. I have my own gang. Get away from me or they’ll stare. Who are we? ‘We’..? What makes us great? For true, you ask me this? Where do we live? Eh? How do we live? You? What is important in my life? That’s for yourself to esteem. Who rules us? That [censored]-[censored] of a storm that runs The Orphanage, if the writs be read. What makes a Chimer great? Making sure the other dies before you. What is the difference between men and women? There is no difference in me, milord. What is evil? Foul Murder. Tiber Septim’s Sword-Meeting with Cyrus the Restless. “How did I get here?”
“The guards, Cyrus, you don’t remember? You left plenty on the stairwells, in my hall here, and all over the courtyard. And then there’s the matter of a Battlespire stuck into the southern side of the moon, as if Masser were about to play the flute. But that’s not the real question, Redguard. The Five Hundred Mighty Companions or Thereabouts of Ysgramor the Returned.