Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20161220050036/@comment-9075949-20170120171646

Alinor Palace, the heart of the Aldmeri Dominion, Summerset Isles.

"The God-Emperor of Tamriel. Yes, that title sounds most...extravagant. But fitting." Eradhril said, dressed in white and gold robes, holding a golden wine cup, looking out the window at the Heart of the Isles, Alinor. The city was beautiful by any, be it man, mer or beast, means. A large metropolis, the dominating colours of the capital being white, silver, gold brown and black, all lovingly mixing with the crystal blue sky, with unimaginably high, sharply ended towers, beautiful glass buildings, rivers with highly decorated and masterfully shaped bridges going across them, and long, wide streets filled with mostly Altmer, with the occasional Bosmer, Khajiit or, more rarely, Human passing by.

Ever since Eradhril rose to power, he decreased the laws against other races, permitting them to not only experience the Isles outside of Alinor, but also settle and immigrate. This had it's limits, however, as any newcomers had an extremely extensive background search for any possible ties with the Aurean Kingdom and/or the Cyrodiilic Empire. Those with clear or former affiliations were usually questioned extensively under the watchful eye of a Seer, a magician with the power to tell if one is telling the truth. Once one was clear to enter and potentially live in the Isles, they were granted the title of either "Honorary" or just "Summersetian" which allows them free access.

"of course it does. After all, you yourself are one extravagant Altmer...." a beautiful Altmer woman dressed in loose white garments said, approaching Eradhril

"..Also undeniably handsome." she noted, smiling and hugging his arm. He smiled, and finished his cup.

"I should get going, the people need their soon-to-be King."

"I'll join you later, i need to get dressed." she kissed him goodbye, walking up to a large wardrobe. Eradhril put on his armour set and walked outside, immediately being met by an officer in Red Rider armour.

"My King, you are expected by the Council." the officer spoke, his faceplate distorting his voice into a deep growl

"Very well. Is the Khajiiti ambassador present?"

"Yes, My lord. He speaks on the behalf of the Chieftain of Senchal, who couldn't be present today. The Bosmeri King is present however. He brought an entire detachment of his Vanquished."

The Legions of the Vanquished were a large military formation of specially trained Bosmer who were trained to their maximum in combat, sneak and covert operations, and with the use of alchemy, chemically adjusted to become stronger, faster and more stealthy.

"Good. I love our joint parades. They warm the hearts of the citizens of the Dominion with hope, pride and confidence." the two men continued down a long, spirally staircase.