hidden ruins and Repricutions

[Camthalion]

The snow made a soft crunch beneath his feet. As he let out a shuttered breathe, his breathe became visible. The breathe came from a pale tan face, and chapped lips. The air was so cold, that all moisture was frozen right out of the air. And said icy crystallized moisture was falling in large thick fluffs from the sky, as the clouds were light grey, fat and full of snow. No breeze was blowing threw the air the clouds were barely moving. The snow would fall for a while maybe days before the clouds moved on. The face and feet belonged to a small slender elfin body. Which was garbed in clothing and a heavy fur cloak. At the elf's feet was a timber wolf cub, partially grown. But still under the elf mix's knees.

He was running, running from a lot of things. But mostly at the moment he was running from the death and destruction which seemed to be following him like a shadow as of late. All because of a favor, a promise he made to one man.

And honestly he wasn't strong enough, or maybe he was which was why he was leaving. He couldn't continue with the madness his cousin was preaching and allowing to happen. His father... Haymon was a much more 'sane' individual. He just plainly wanted to rule the world, but that all fell for naught.

Camthalion always missed the man he had come to think of as his uncle, and his teacher/role model. Maybe it was a mistake for a half-breed like him existed. Well if there was a way to get ride of the bosmeri blood he carried he would do such a thing. But those thought never mounted to anything.

The pup under at his feet let out a whine, the little guy was hungry.

"Relax Varlais, we are almost there." Camthalion said as they neared a beaten wooden door. He had came here several times over the years he was in cyrodiil. This one place, not many people knew about. They all thought it was a simple empty cave. No one ever considered what made this place such a empty cave. And the stone's never moved unless you were of blood, Ayleidoon blood. There was a throne room under the city and a hidden lake. A small ruin. Camthalion honestly thought the ruins were the manor's or castle of the highest ranking Ayleidoon.

Camthalion opened the door and walked down a cave for a little bit when stone started to shift and move out of the way. And a Ayleid door stood there. Camthalion and Varlais entered the door and Camthalion picked up the cub. As a hidden lake appeared before there vision. Pillars and beams broken and worn lined the place and a statue of Meridia. Stood whole, tall and proud against the crushing boulders and layers of dirt behind her. The Deadra prince of life- energies and sworn enemy to the undead.

From there one only had to turn there head slightly to see a pretty sight, an underground water fall. Which flowed in front of one other door. And that was the entrance one needed to see. Camthalion took Varlais and went into the abandoned place. Camthalion left all the tablets with writing on them littering the ground which described the end of this place. He believed a great mudslide or maybe a earthquake destroyed this one.

He had put Varlais down and the two of them made there way to the back. Where a carved stone throne chair sat in front of two small pillar-like stands one broken in half and one whole and with its metal holster.

The pup ran to the back behind the throne in the shadowed corner there was several bed-cots laying on the ground as well as blankets and furs of all kinds. One could see rugs were there was no beds or blankets, And a fire pit wasn't far off from the bed. The growing pup proceeded to lay down and roll around in the blankets and pillows.

While Varlais was making himself comfortable Camthalion grabbed his great welkyd stone from his pack. He climbed up and placed it in the metal holder. the stone glowed and seemed to hum slightly content, Camthalion chuckled to himself. As the stone let of a soft light, illuminating the dark of the place. All the other illuminated stones seemed to glow a tad more bright, like that had more energy now.

"Well it seems as if this will be your new home for now. Mind you i am taking you with me when i leave i will take no chances..." He said to the stone as he dropped down to the ground. He draped the fur cloak across the throne chair to dry. And proceeded to start a fire. Camthalion pulled out some boars meat and tossed some to Varlais. Who gobbled it up eagerly and came to sit next to Camthalion.

{{{OOC: this place exists in sideways cave, it is the cave right across from vilverin and next to the sewer exit when you come out of the sewers. its a really lovely place. one of my favorite places in the game actually }}}

[Vitt Scorpio]

Loras had never liked snow.

Though the pale colours might have changed his eyes to the solemn light blue-grey of the skies above him, the chill temperatures forced his cheeks to flush with red, as if he was sunburnt selectively. Not only that, but the snow crunched under his feet, and the hooves of his horse, preventing any decent level of stealth. Not that he needed stealth at that moment. He hadn't seen any travellers since the snow started to fall.

He looked up at the sky, bright eyes scanning the clouds above him. He sighed in annoyance, the clouds would probably be hanging over him, dropping their icy gifts, for a few days yet. But at least it didn't happen all that often around the Imperial City, or so Loras had been told. Once.

He had been out looking across the water to the Ayleid ruins to the north east of the city, Vilverin, across the natural moat created Lake Rumare. d**n. He should have seen this fat clouds coming, and udnerstood that it meant snow, and cursed himself for the idiodicy, but there was nothing for it. He would have to travel back around to the nearest entrance to the city and make his way back into the Imperial City. Slowly, probably. He didn't want to push his horse too hard in this cold a weather.

Loras wrapped one hand - he was alternating which one was controlling the reins - under his armpit of his coat (a black one with blue filigree) to keep it warm. He let out a long sigh as he felt his hand warm up, and then glared at the misty cloud that appeared out of his mouth.

It was then that Loras saw him.

He was short, but Loras' standards at least, easily more than a foot shorter than him, but he had the same lithe build. When looking at his height Loras immediately thought of him as a Bosmer, but his face lacked the stereotypical sharp edges of the Wood Elves, save for his cheekbones. His nose reminded him of an Altmer nose, but Loras wasn't overly sure on the matter. In any case it was not his appearance that struck Loras, but his mannerisms.

Firstly, Loras found it odd that he should see someone in weather such as this walking away from the closest settlements. Second, he was running. On its own, of course, this wouldn't have mattered to Loras in the slightest, people, and in particular the energetic Bosmer, ran. But this was not running weather, and he estimated this Wood Elf was so preoccupied in whatever was concerning him that he hadn't seen Loras on the horse not that far away, but half obsured by a curtain of falling snow.

At least it's good for something.

Loras was struck instantly by a curiousity as to where this person was heading. He seemed to be walking only towards the water, it was too cold to swim. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but Loras very much liked to entertain the idea that this Bosmer knew something that he didn't about the area around here. Had he missed a small settlement by some chance? There was only one way to find out. . .

Loras looked up at the clouds again and hoped he was right. If he found out he had spent an extra few hours in the snow for nothing he'd be supremely annoyed.

He followed the Bosmer to a cave, and for the second time, Loras reconsidered why he was following the Wood Elf. Ordinarily, Loras would have just turned at that point. It made no difference to Loras if some common Bosmer wanted to camp out in a cave; Loras had a bed waiting for him in a warm room. But by that stage, he was so tired of the snow that he was willing to wait for a while in the cave, where at least he could light a fire somewhere away from the Wood Elf. Not just for himself, but he could feel the muscles of his horses shoulderblades twitching in the cold. He might not even make it back to the Imperial City without a rest.

So Loras reluctantly followed the Wood Elf into the cave, making sure to stay far enough back that he wouldn't hear the echoing of the horse's shod hooves in the silent cave. There was no wind to hide the noise, Loras realised bitterly. It was in the cave that Loras saw what made him thank Meridia he had decided to follow the Wood Elf.

A secret passageway? A secret Ayleid ruin! Loras' heart skipped a beat in his chest as he watched greedily as the Bosmer walked into the underground ruins, past the waterfall. It was beautiful, beyond any doubt, and Loras could feel it's magic, washing over him, soothing him, warming him. He felt the red colour leave his cheeks as he became more comfortable in the white glow of the ancient stones.

Loras dismounted, quietly, and tied his horse down. He didn't even stop to think how the horse was going to manage in the cave, doubtless not privy to the warming sensations that Loras was currently feeling.

Loras crept behind the Bosmer, careful to stay far enough back so that the wolf cub (which he had only come to notice upon the Bosmer's entrance to the cave due to its natural camoflague in winter) - which seemed preoccupied with its master in any case - would not notice him.

A throne room! Loras was so excited he almost forgot what he was doing, and that there was another person in the room, and furthermore a great welkynd stone! Loras' heart fluttered in his chest. But, when he heard the Bosmer toss the fur over the throne, a sour realisation hit him. The Wood Elf was comfortable here, meaning he had been here on occasion before. What if other people knew about it, then? As well as this, Loras wanted that stone. It was his by birthright after all, of course. Loras saw one clear way of finding an answer to both riddles, who knew about this place, and how he could take the stone. He would have to befriend the Wood Elf. The poor fool probably didn't even know what he had found hidden in this cave.

Loras walked out of the shadows (which were thinning due to the light of the great stone in any case) to sit comfortably, and with a relaxed air, in the throne. His throne, really. Despite this visage of relaxation and comfort, Loras was all too aware of the position of the Bosmer and his wolf, and his hand was never too far from where the hilt of his knife was hidden underneath his coat. He assumed by this point the Wood Elf had noticed him, and Loras inwardly smiled. He loved making entrances.

"Well, well, what a place you've found here." Loras smiled cheerfully.

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[Camthalion]

To Camthalion it was easy starting the fire, it was something he had done many many times over. Soon he had a small fire, which worked and would add extra warmth to the room. He knew there was someone following him the ruins let him know. The magic in the place said another was here.

He grabbed something to eat himself and turned around to see the man sit himself in his chair. Oh Camthalion knew that it was a throne, but this was his place. And his great welkyd stone he freed the stone. He came a round the throne and looked at the man.

Camthalion's hair was down and he was garbed in his tunic his pale tan skin stood out amongst the white stone of the place. His blue eyes were of similar color to the welkyd stones he had placed up around the room, and a few artifacts which also adorned the place.

His eyes flashed as he recognized the race of elf the man was. He hadn't seen one in a long long time, one of the reasons he missed Valenwood. He opened his mouth and spoke in the old tongue of the Ayleidoon.

"What are you doing in my home?" the Ayleid words echoed off the walls as they were spoke. The half-breed looked at the man who was sitting in his chair, and folded his arms as he spoke. "what brings you to my home?" The wolf cub finally got curious to see whom his person was talking to, and in what he never herd before. The little thing walked over to the two elves.

[Vitt Scorpio]

Ayleid!

Loras should have been able to pick it, but he assumed he was the only one in Cyrodiil at that point. That another one, even a tarnished Ayleid (if you could even call something as tarnished with the blood of other races, as this one must be, an Ayleid) was wandering around the Imperial land intrigued Loras. Even more intriguing was that this tarnished elf was speaking the tongue of his race – which was bordering on being a dead language – as perfectly as he probably spoke in common tongue.

But Loras still recognised the accusatory tone of the tarnished one’s voice, like a teenager who had found his sibling rummaging through the drawers of his room. The thought amused Loras slightly.

If he knew who I was he wouldn’t speak to me as such.

Loras, however, always smiling his bright, cheerful smile, rested one leg over an arm of the throne, showing a perfectly constructed air of calm. He looked back at the tarnished Bosmer-Ayleid and for the first time got a very good look at him. Loras registered his facial structure, his light brown skin, his pale blue eyes, his long black hair; all of it he might need to recall later, so he stored it away in the back of his head where he might one day hopefully be able to draw on it by necessity. Had his eyes just flashed? A sign of anger, perhaps? It didn’t bother Loras too much, as he had already assumed the tarnished elf was annoyed at his entrance into this secret place.

My secret place, by right.

But Loras stopped himself from saying it. Instead he opened his mouth and replied in the tongue just as perfectly spoken as his new acquaintance.

“I was just wandering around, as I often do, when the snow caught me by surprise. I followed you into this cave seeking shelter and couldn’t help but come deeper into this place you’ve found.” His voice was sincere and pleasant; a crisp tenor voice bouncing back to him off the walls of what could one day be one of his throne rooms. “It certainly is a beautiful place you’ve discovered here.” Loras looked around the room, and his eyes strayed for a moment on the great welkyd stone, his pale blue eyes seeming to both absorb and reflect the light of an artifact Loras had only ever been told about. He never expected to see one so soon, and even be sitting within arms reach of it. He could steal it now, could steal it and kill the tarnished elf – no great loss – and no one would be any the wiser.

But something stayed Loras. Apart from the fact it was not his style, this tarnished elf had found this stone, and this hidden ruin. Furthermore, from what Loras could see, he had could well have done it alone. It was not entirely out of the question that this elf could have found many more. And besides, the help of one of Ayleid blood, even if he could only claim part of his blood to be so great, might just prove invaluable.

“I hope you don’t mind my being here.” Loras said, lathering just the right amount of pleasant concern to his voice to make him sound like he cared.

[Camthalion]

Camthalion was far from stupid, the long years of his life have offered him great in site. that and anyone of any race was capable of great acts of deceit or kindness. This one was hiding something. He did honestly believed the snow part. being out in the snow was never fun, one shouldn't be out in the snow, when you aren't fully prepared. he would just have to watch the elf around his things.

"You are welcome here only if you do not touch my things. As this is my home" Yggdrasil spoke as he turned around and looked up briefly at the great welkyd stone. He was glad he found it, the silly imperials of the old orders had no idea what they messed with. No, the old orders would pay. Yggdrasil leaned down and scratched Varlais behind the ears.

"this is Varlais, he is my friend..." as wary as Yggdrasil was he was actually kind of happy. There was some one else here. he wanted to bring Aegnor here but with present circumstances that probably would be one of his bad ideas. he was getting tired of being by himself.

"if you are hungry, i have plenty of things to eat by the fire." Yggdrasil walked back to the fire and rubbed his arms. he wasn't cold his hands were shaking, he was suffering from withdrawal... he closed his eyes it was slowly getting longer and longer in between that's blasted drug. some food would make it better. he thought to himself as he scratched his left wrist.

he sat himself down on the blankest and pillows that made up his bed by the fire. it was a varying assortment of colors none were the same. but all the blankets and pillows were colored nicely. the otehr man was blond and it reminded him of his blond. whom he missed incredibly. he wondered how he was doing, and then the brief thought of would my cousin find me?

Yggdrasil hoped Mankar would never find him, he had to get those thoughts away. he had the vaguest notion he would be going back anyway... that promise he made. he needed to relax, he wondered what life would be like if him and Aegnor never got involved in the affairs of this whole oblivion crisis? they would both most likely be living here in this ruin, their were plenty of places for Aegnor to study his magic. and being on the same isle as the imperial city, he would be close to the best shops that the humans had to offer.

Camthalion hated the Imperial city and specifically what the Emperors and all them had done with the White gold Tower. he snuck in once, he was not pleased his mother's journal had described a beautiful tower castle... there was nothing of such things there. he snuck around and found the Throne broken and shattered along with blood in the stones of the thrones rubble. they obviously executed people on the throne. he tugged at his elvin heart. he may be of mixed breed but he was all elf, and the slaughtering of any elf-blood never sat well with him.

while he had thought to himself he had gotten out some meat of the venison variety and started to roast a chunk of it on a spit. he also pulled out some bread and feed Varlais some more boar's meat. he smirked to himself he could hardly wait to see peoples faces when Varlais was full grown Timber wolves often stood to the same height as male bosmeri.

[Vitt Scorpio]

His things?

This tarnished elf’s insolence enraged Loras, though he was careful not to show it. The great welkyd stone – for it was what Loras assumed he was talking centrally about, after watching his eyes dart to it – was not his to be possessive over. He might be a squatter to this ruin, but it was not his home; not until Loras said it was so. Nevertheless, Loras kept his cheerful disposition, funneling his genuine excitement concerning this hidden ruin into an agreeable, positive temperament. Again, Loras resisted the urge to touch the welkyd stone, just to feel it underneath his fingers. Would it be cold, like stone? Or warm, heated by the magika it contained? Perhaps it would be the smoothest thing he had ever touched; maybe his hands would slide along it as the stone gave its true master its hidden power. But again, he forced himself to stay his hand. This was not the time to play with it, of course. It would only irritate this Bosmer who Loras wanted to know more about. If he thought he was the owner of such Ayleid items perhaps he would be more likely to explain more about other ‘possessions’ of his.

Loras looked down at the wolf cub. No, timber wolf, it looked more like. It must have only been young though, or it would be so much bigger. It would be formidable when it was older, as most timber wolves were. Loras took note of that. Luckily enough at this stage in its life it was not a threat to Loras. He was amused by the way that the Bosmer called the cub, Varlais, his friend, though. That made Loras incline towards the belief again that this tarnished elf was a lonely one, and that meant that, hopefully, he was the only one to know about this ruin, and whatever else he had come across on previous exploits of ancient Cyrodiil.

It was when Loras heard the offer for food that he realised just how hungry he was. He had not had anything to eat since leaving the Imperial City, and that was hours ago. He stretched, almost cat like, swung his leg of the throne’s arm in one long, graceful motion and stepped down onto the ground. Immediately he wanted to get back onto the throne, bask in his own self-obsessed glory a moment longer, but caught the better of himself and walked towards the fire where there was some meat spinning on the fire. Lamb, perhaps? Or venison? Loras had certainly seen more deer than sheep around Lake Rumare, but he wouldn’t have minded either meat. He was, however, going to be careful to make sure that this tarnished elf ate from the meat before he did. He was not going to risk succumbing to something as easy as a poisoning. Likewise, as he walked towards the fire he scanned the immediate area close to the elf for any weapons which he would have to look out for. Satisfied he had seen all there was to see in that department, Loras sat down, positioning himself directly opposite the fire from the Wood Elf, but in such a way he could see his face clearly, and vice versa, away from the smoke which drifted in only one direction towards a hole in the roof where Loras could still see the pale grey clouds hanging lazily above them.

For a while, Loras only sat in silence, watching the tarnished elf thinking deeply. Loras wanted desperately to know what was going through that Bosmeri head, but knew that that was undoubtedly out of his reach at that current stage. Still, at least the Wood Elf-Ayleid had calmed down considerably from the suspicious nature he had just before.

He might not entirely trust me yet, but he’ll get there. Loras thought to himself, looking down at the timber wolf cub, shredding its meat contently.

“A fine friend to have, if I might say so.” He said lightly, inclining his head towards the timber wolf cub before turning back to the elf. “He might even grow one day to be taller than you.” He smiled and laughed, showing the light hearted nature of the jest, at least he would be able to observe how the elf’s sense of humour worked.

Loras held out his hand, still smiling, presumably from the small joke, “Loras Voranil.” He said politely.

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[Camthalion]

Yggdrasil looked up at the other elf as he commented on how big Varlais would become. "yes he definitely will be." he said with a smile. Yggdrasil smirked "most things are taller than me, but eh i hold my own" Camthalion shrugged.

"my name..." Camthalion paused, he went by two. and these days he had no clue who he was. he closed his eyes a rubbed his nose he took a piece of meat from the meat and ate it. it was done enough for him. his bosmeri blood had its advantages.

"Loras... i could give you a name if i 'knew' who i was.... i ask most people now-a-days to call me Yggdrasil. but back home i went by another name. one i wish people would forget. for he is forgotten by those who gave it too him." unfortunately speaking of such things reminded him of the recent events with his father, and brother. he was officially not welcome back home. he was free of his father's hounds, and this place was to truly become his home.

"i have other things besides meat if you wish to eat that instead. not everyone just likes to eat meat." he said fingering the carved welkyd stone that hung around his neck. it glowed a bit as he touched it. connecting him via-magic wise with the partner necklace and its wearer.

Yggdrasil looked at Loras he knew the other would have questions. he wondered if should offer to answer them.

"if you have questions you would like to ask. go ahead, but a forewarning i will choose weather to answer some if need be." he grabbed his mother's journal and started to read waiting for questions. Camthalion knew he had one or two white streaks of hair, which had nothing to do with his age. just the stress of ayleid magicka.

[Vitt Scorpio]

Loras laughed genuinely at the Bosmer’s joke at himself. When he came to the point of naming himself though, Loras, though seeming polite on the outside, frowned thoughtfully internally.

If he is having an identity crisis he may be too self concerned to talk as much as he could on his Ayleid findings. Loras thought to himself. Indeed, though, the back story of this tarnished one did prove to spike Loras’ curiousity. Maybe in befriending him he would have to go through the story of his past as well. In any case, it was definitely a family trouble, or perhaps trouble involving his home community. Forgotten? He doubted that they would have simply forgotten about him if it had affected this Wood Elf so deeply, but Loras would have to find a good way to ask without seeming too forthcoming on the subject. He was comfortable he could find a way.

Yggdrasil. Loras repeated the name inside his head multiple times before he was comfortable enough to say and it be sure he had the pronunciation right. Loras smiled at the offer for something other than meat and shook his head slightly, hardly much of a movement at all, and bent down to pull some from the spit that he had watched Yggdrasil eat from previously. He did, however, withdraw his hand, as it became obvious that Yggdrasil had not noticed it, or was too shy to take it and shake. It didn’t bother Loras a great deal either way, but the rudeness of not shaking his hand did irk him, like a cat having its fur stroked in the wrong direction.

“I grew up in Valenswood and-” Loras noticed the welkyd stone around his neck. “well, you know, you don’t get along well without eating meat in Valenswood do you?” Perhaps the mention of his homeland, for Loras assumed Valenswood was his homeland, would be incentive for Yggdrasil to talk further on it, but Loras was unsure on that matter. Loras took a polite sized bite out of the meat - venison, he had been right – and watched the stone around Yggdrasil’s neck from the corner of his peripherals. It was beautiful, no doubt about it, almost a miniature version of the one standing proudly beside the throne, illuminating the room. What interested Loras most about the smaller stone, however, was its glowing response to Yggdrasil’s touch. Enchanted, perhaps? Loras wondered if Yggdrasil was trained as a mage, or had a close friend who would enchant an Ayleid stone for him.

Loras watched him pick up the journal and couldn’t help but think he wasn’t really reading it with much interest, he’d probably read it multiple times before, but was instead waiting for Loras to ask a tsunami of questions about his curious and somewhat mysterious previous statement. He made a point of waiting a few moments before he asked any. Instead he took the time to look at the book that Yggdrasil was now holding. It had no title on the front, which led Loras to think that it was a journal of some description, or perhaps just an unpublished book. In any case, Loras doubted it was Yggdrasil’s journal for he didn’t show any intention of writing in it. Maybe he did have other friends around, particularly if he was reading their diary.

But, Loras thought, if there had been a living friend, wouldn’t that friend be carrying his journal himself? This intrigued Loras, much like the rest of this Yggdrasil, the half-Ayleid he had never come across in Valenswood.

For a moment longer Loras had to consider exactly what he wished to talk to Yggdrasil about.

“I hope I’m not intruding on your home, or your evening.” Loras said, filling his voice with concern on his position. “I’m not sure when the snow will stop, but if you want I can leave as soon as it does. . .” He left the statement open for a response from Yggdrasil. He had no real intention of going; he hoped to have befriended the Bosmer long before the heavy clouds even came close to moving on.

Loras inclined his hand to the journal in the Bosmer’s hands. “Is it your journal? If you don’t mind my asking of course.”

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[Camthalion]

Yggdrasil looked up at the question about meat and valenwood. which he laughed about.

"no, no you don 't get far with out it there do you?" he said fingering the top of the pages of the journal. he had opened to a random page it was the notes on the amulet of kings. he had held the amulet in his hands and wore it technically for a short period of time. he grabbed at the journal for a moment.

pain was evident in Yggdrasil's eyes as he answered Loras' question. "this journal belonged to my mother when she was alive. she was murdered about 120 years ago... all for what she was." his shoulders tensed "Imperials... are all..." Varlais whimpered and crawled on Yggdrasil's lap nuzzling his chin. the anger and tension in yggdrasil dissipated. and a small sad smile appeared on his face, as he pet varlais. "this journal has information and spell the ayleid's used... it was her prized possession. and it has became one of my most prized possessions..." he paused as he looked back up at Loras.

"the imperials are responsible for her death about 120 years ago... one day they will reap what they have all sown." he said softly no anger left. "i was born and raised in the capital of valenwood of falenisti... the imperials have stolen many people whom i and my family have grown close to... and they will continue too..." Yggdrasil thinking of his younger cousin Mankar's fate shoudl martin and the others succeed. "but i have herd a strange rumor... that the city has stopped moving and rooted itself... is is true? i haven't been in Valenwood for about 120 years..." he said as closed the journal.

"it may not interest you but i have a journal full of Dwemer information as well. not as much as this one... as it came from a direct source." he held the journal both gentle and firmly, like how one would hold a baby.

((ooc: i apologize about the horrid post... i have been rather busy..., and alot on my mind...))

[Vitt Scorpio]

[OOC: Haha, don’t fret it; it wasn’t horrid by any means. ]

Loras took the laughter from Yggdrasil as a good sign. To Loras, at least, it made it seem like he had at least broken the ice with this newcomer into his life, and possibly into his plans concerning Cyrodiil, if all went his way. An Ayleid was a hard thing to come by, even one as tarnished as whom stood before him, and especially in this walk of the world. If he proved at some point tonight he would be useful, Loras would welcome the idea of enlisting his aid. If not? Well, not everyone wins at tactic games.

His eyes wandered up to the still hole in the ceiling where the smoke was escaping. Loras wondered how long it had been there, it didn’t look like a sun roof the Ayleids would have designed (it wasn’t elegant enough) but it could probably be converted into one. If the clouds were gone, Loras might even be able to see how the sun fell into the room. Maybe, at some point in the summer days it even shone in a way that the throne was illuminated. Loras fantasized about that for a moment. He would look good in that throne, one day, but no doubt it would not be nearly as good as how he would look in White Gold Tower. In a high room, he though again, looking out over his kingdom.

Loras was drawn back to the present moment when, out of the corner of his perception, he saw Yggdrasil take a grab at the journal, which almost would have been comical if Loras hadn’t suddenly grasped the emotion behind the movement. For a moment, Loras saw Yggdrasil not as the elf before him, easily years older than he, but as a younger child, still trying to find defense and shelter in a world that was rushing by so fast he could hardly keep up. Loras, for a moment, pitied that inner child; the world moved so quickly. So many people got lost. But then Loras straightened his back a little, and in one quick motion pushed a lock of hair off his a part of his forehead where he didn’t want it and back into style. Those thoughts were beneath him, of course; as long as he himself had his head above the rushing rip of water that was time, he had nothing of concern underneath its depths.

He was now looking at Yggdrasil with a look of – almost – genuine concern. Loras had never had the upset of his parents passing away, not since before he left Valenwood in any case, but he had seen the effect it had on communities. Evidently, it had affected this tarnished Ayleid quite harshly. He still held the journal, which was maybe his last physical connection to his mother, as tenderly as that mother in question probably held him as a child. Again, Loras began to wonder about how lonely this elf was. For him to still cradle, in dark, quiet ruins, connections with the dead who could not anymore help him reach his goals, implied his friends were few and far between, or simply far away. Loras thought he could manipulate that, as long as he thought of a good way how. Furthermore, Loras realised that he had stated that his mother’s death was 120 years ago. That was a long time to hold onto grief, Loras thought, and a longer time to be alone. Wouldn’t he have moved on? Maybe some wounds ran too deep to really heal. Maybe. Loras’ head cocked slightly to the side, with an air of curiousity mingled with sympathy. Maybe.

“Alas, I’ve never been to Falenisti, but it would not surprise me.” Loras considered a moment. “A lot of odd things are happening in Nirn of late.” He ignored the comment about the Dwemer journal though, not unkindly, he simply didn’t care about the other journal, and he thought Yggdrasil might know it added nothing to the conversation. His eyes flicked down to the Ayleid journal, careful to make sure he did not look greedy. Behind his eyes though, hidden in his private thoughts, however, Loras glowed the green of envy. He wanted that journal, or rather, what was inside it. That tarnished elf probably held in his sentimental trinket years, decades, centuries maybe of research, valuable research into the Ayleid spells and powers. Powers that had become secrets – myths – in Cyrodiil. Power that Loras could bring back. He made a mental note of one day looking into that journal, or maybe it was as easy as one day having Yggdrasil read it to him. Maybe.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Loras said, dragging himself, somewhat reluctantly, from his want for the journal, back to the conversation. “I’m not sure they’re much condolence, other’s rarely are, but my words are sincere.” Loras smiled at Yggdrasil, he wanted him in higher spirits, after all.

Loras looked at Yggdrasil’s eyes for a moment, and thought: what had this elf done in his recent century, torn by the pain of his mother’s death as he appeared to be? Travelled? Grieved? Uncovered ruins to run from his past?

Maybe.

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[Camthalion]

Yggdrasil sighed and placed the journal on a small stool next to the pillows and relaxed slightly.

"i left Valenwood after a fight with my father over...my choice in ..partner. which said partner i though my father had, had him assassinated. i traveled learning new skills and such even finding the hidden falmer settlement in Skyrim."

Yggdrasil rubbed his nose. "i have come to find out recently after 120 years that the man was alive looking for me. he had escaped the assassination attempt thanks to his pendent like mine... but now circumstances have torn us asunder again. a mistake on my part." yggdrasil sat stretching his legs out in front of him.

" but i have been to Hammerfell, i didn't stay long life was rough they were still recuperating from the invasion my 'uncle' had done. and were very unfriendly to the bosmeri. then i went to the home of the Breton's and Orc's. i spent some time there at a magick school learning and mastering the art of illusion magicka. skyrim i left soon after i arrived as nords do not like elves all that much, a particularly Bosmer stock. a wild hunt of the bosmer's killed a prince of there's." Yggdrasil leaned forward closing his eyes listening to the sound of the magick around him ever sense he put the great welkyd stone in the holster by the throne. it calmed and soothed him from the inside out. he needed the break from his cousin's paradise and everything else going down around him.

"then morrowind... i wish to never go back there..." yggdrasil rubbed his arms almost as if he was trying to word off the cold. "i feel ashamed at what happened there... i have a small prejudice against the khajit and there drugs... " threw all of Yggdrasil's talking and explaining when morrowind came up he was very very bitter, like when he discussed the imperial's. he let out a chuckle thought. and was tight lipped on anythign else that happened in Morrowind.

"not much longer and my birthdays will be here i will be 187 years of age... and all the crap i have done and been threw... " the corner of Yggdrasil mouth twitched in a chuckle "but Loras what about you? what brings you to cyrodiil? or are you like the other Ayleidoon i have spoken to and were raised with? to reclaim the kingdom which truly belongs to them?"

{ooc: sorry if some of it makes no sense my writing stuff is rather bad lately... mind you ygg is mostly insane....}