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The Highest Poor Incomes in The Empire of Tamriel
The World Census studied the spending power of the poorest 10% of citizens in each nation.
As a region, The Empire of Tamriel is ranked 3,663rd in the world for Highest Poor Incomes.
|1.||The Fellowship of Trollz||Iron Fist Consumerists||“FoR ThE LoLZZZZ!”|
|2.||The Holy Empire of Edmulus||Psychotic Dictatorship||“Unity, Discipline, Work”|
|3.||The Empire of Tamri3l||Left-Leaning College State||“The Empire is Law, and Law is Sacred.”|
|4.||The Dictatorship of The Finnish Militariat||Psychotic Dictatorship||“Death for the Empire is the best life”|
|5.||The Republic of Skyrim And Nordic Peoples||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Nords Arise!”|
|6.||The Divine Entity of The Emperor of Tamriel||Left-Leaning College State||“The Empire is Law, Law is Sacred”|
|7.||The Tamriellic Empire of Imperial-Empire||Father Knows Best State||“Pax Per Bellum”|
|8.||The Matriarchy of The Namira Cult||Mother Knows Best State||“Don't look at us!”|
|9.||The Kingdom of Paarthrunax||Corrupt Dictatorship||“Long live the Dragon of The North”|
|10.||The Commonwealth of Canulusia||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“United in Brotherhood”|
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(Lol you are correct we have always been in the 4E, but the year is 204 (which it would have been anyways with or without the calendar reckoning since Evening Star was the last month of 203). We merely have jumped forward a few months so that now the RP/TES Lore calendar is tied to the real life calendar making the month Last Seed, the equivalent to real August. This is so that it is organizationally easier on us, and we'll always be able to know the month since it's equivalent to the real world. The date proper is 2nd Last Seed, 4E 204.)
The Empire of Tamriel: The Fifth Trollz Saga 2nd Last Seed, 4E 204
Gentle waves lap upon the northern shores of Morrowind. Out in the middle of nowhere near an Ashlander reservation a few of the lethargic tribesmen point out a ship approaching in the distance. The sudden show of something out of the ordinary excites the dark elf men and they cry out and gather their weapons and approach the shores. From a large tent emerge the chieftain and his wife, both clad in tribal warrior garment. They call on their royal guard standing around and arm themselves and rush towards the shore as from the distance two small boats loaded with a motley of people row in to them. A few archers pull back their arrows and take aim at the interlopers waiting for the command.
"Wait, hold your fire." The wife of the chieftain yells out as a big beast leaps out of a boat with a great splash and hurriedly swims ashore running towards them. She rushes forward to meet the troll which barrel towards her.
"Felicity. Soregh. It is so good to see you again." An orc clad in imperial armor with a cape bearing the insignia of the The Empire of Tamriel salutes the Ashland chieftain and his wife as the troll happily runs between the couple slobbering all over them and being petted.
"Mazog and Cassandra it is great to see you two again." Felicity walks over and gives Cassandra a hug. The troll excitedly runs over and pulling Soregh and Sir Mazog in his massive frost troll arms also gives them all a group hug. "Ergh...yes yes and you too of course Trollz."
"Frendz!" Trollz shrieks out happily seeing his two old Dunmer friends again before running madly off into the camp where the bemused and bored villagers play with the beast and feed him.
"And who are these?" Soregh the Ashland chieftain asks the orc Sir Mazog and the Breton woman Cassandra, pointing at the second boat finally catching up and disembarking with another motley crew; a pale Nordic man, an Imperial woman, a scruffy looking Khajit, and a high elf woman.
"This is Zep Po." Sir Mazog points to the Khajit whom does a massive skilled acrobatic leap out of the boat to avoid touching the water landing on the sand near Sir Mazog. The orc points to the Imperial woman next, "and this is Bella."
"I am Tizona, representative of the Aldmeri Dominion." The tall High Elf woman steps forward before Sir Mazog can introduce her. She look down at the Dunmer a hint of distaste in her eyes. "How can it be fellow elves live so poorly outside the Dominion?"
"Deceived by our own kind, the Redoran, we were consigned to these reservations. An evil repayment for our fallen and wounded including my own husband and father for our service defending Morrowind from the Great N'Wah during the war." Felicity spits back her face contorting with anger as her pride is checked before the face of another proud elf. "Where is father? I feel sorrow of heart for I know if he were alive he'd have been among the first to greet us, but he did know he may die as a warrior."
"Asher is dead....he was killed by...." Suddenly everyone grows very quiet and Sir Mazog tensely begins to try to tell Felicity of her father's death a year a go.
"I, Madai Thundermoon killed him. I do not deserve to live. It is just for you to take my life." The strong pale Nordic man throws his axe down before Felicity and Soregh and falls to his hands and knees and exposed his neck.
"You N'Wah? You killed my father? What is the meaning of this Mazog, you came all this way for this?" Felicity is shocked and clutches her spear ad points it at Madai. The Imperial woman named Bella seems to react a little reaching towards her bow and arrows.
"Yes, at the wedding of my daughter Medea and that wood elf Maerwyn. He fought me bravely and near fairly while I was in my human form, but when I turned into a werewolf he was no match...." Madai looks up suddenly his eyes glowing eyes. "I'm a werewolf no longer, but that's no excuse, no, that's more the reason for me to die. It is just for you to kill me and it should be you. I killed your father quickly, I snapped his back in two. Now kill me quickly and run me through!" Madai lifts himself up and with seemingly inhuman strength tears his leather cuirass open exposing his chest and squaring it up to the quivering point of Felicity's spear begging to die.
"Why are you so eager to die? It seems this woman here is going to react if we kill you." Soregh steps forward his short sword drawn eying the beautiful brunette Bella.
"I.....I have been turned into a vampire. I lost the gift of Hircine. I am the murderer of your father, I almost murdered my daughter and that worthless Maerwyn. Just kill me all ready." Madai takes a long glance into Bella's eyes and then looks back at Felicity.
"There may be another way." Sir Mazog pipes in. "It has come to the attention of the Elder Council that several forces are searching for an Elder Scroll that was found a few years a go by the Dovakhin of Skyrim before he disappeared. We have to find this Elder Scroll. The Akaviri spoke of it being able to make a gateway from their continent to Tamriel. And if that is possible, what of all the Daedric princes whom seem to have been restless in this time as well?
"I and the Mages Guild have foreseen that it is pertinent that we find the Elder Scroll and return it to the Imperial City where it can be secured. This will not be a light adventure though, and survival is not guaranteed. Following the prophecy only a group of adventurers from each of the races of Tamriel can find the Elder Scroll, and yet no race of man nor mer may hold the ancient roll....." Cassandra states cryptically.
"So this is where Trollz come in, eh?" Zep Po the Khajit looks up at some Ashland children chasing the frost troll around the small reservation.
"Precisely. This is also the real reason we have come as well. I promised Trollz I'd take him to Medea and Maerwyn in Solstheim, and we need a Dunmer warrior also. As a matter of justice if you wish to execute Madai you may do so, though I would pardon him for he and this Bella saved me at the Battle of Cheydinhal. He can serve the Empire for good to pay for his crimes. Besides he still might die in the adventure." Sir Mazog turns everyone's attention back to Madai still standing in front of Felicity's spear.
"I will not murder Medea's father like Madai murdered mine. I will go with you and get her opinion. If I put you to death it shall be a just death." Felicity raises the spear.
"Honey, no. I will go with them. You still must take care of the Asher that is alive." Soregh suddenly interjects.
"He is over a year and weaned. My husband you must lead our tribe." Felicity protests.
"We shall decide by the lots of Azura then." Soregh resolves.
The Ashland wise woman comes out with some bones and casts the oracle to verify with the Ashland custom that a warrior is to depart. Confirming this she then casts the lots between Soregh and Felicity to choose which shall represent the Dunmer in this fellowship to gain an Elder Scroll. The wise woman's lots fall on Felicity.
The group stays in the Ashlander Reservation for a few days gathering some supplies and holding a feast to see Felicity off. Sir Mazog seeing as Great Redoran's house has collapsed grants the Ashlanders some wider lands, enlarging their reservation to be the old border of the Urshilaiku Clan's campgrounds before they were moved on to reservations. Though this is helpful, with many of the other Ashland tribes having been relocated here also it is still quite crammed. Sir Mazog and Felicity promise to try to restore some of the Ashlanders ancestral lands and advocate for them in their adventures.
Ready to depart Felicity and the crew leave with great fanfare from the locals . The dark elf woman kisses her baby named after her late father and hands him to Soregh.
"Be sure to raise him to be a strong Dunmer man and warrior like his grandfather whose name he bears and you his father who shall guide him and our people should I not return my love." Felicity stands for a moment, her and Soregh holding their child between them.
"My love you came back to me before, you will come back to me again, promise me." Soregh kisses his wife.
"I cannot promise it this time, but I will try." Felicity smiles and looks around the camp one last time before she joins the Fellowship of Trollz.
(Just letting you all know I am still alive and plan to write more soon. Have been working and out of town, still am in fact, but will be back soon and have more free time to access a computer and so I will continue on. Hope everyone else has been well for Tamriel though I see no recent activity from anyone. Glad to see Argonia and Black Marsh revive and I notice the High Chancellor and longtime member Great Cyrodil has CTE'd and hope he comes back, but if not perhaps proposing a new High Chancellor be interesting, but as always I am committed moreso to continue the creative story/RP side of our alternate Tamrielic universe and always interested to see what you guys have to add to it.)
The Empire of Tamriel: Departure From Solstheim 8th Heartfire, 4E 204
The Fellowship had arrived in Solstheim about three weeks prior and made the small trek to Maerwyn and Medea's cabin on the outskirts of the settlement of Raven's Rock. They found the cabin empty and devoid of any signs of the couple revisiting it. Finding the door sealed with a level 90 lock mechanism they decided to wait until nightfall and investigate the town. The locals said they had not seen that the pair for over a year when Sir Mazog commissioned them to help defend Tamriel from the Akaviri Invasion.
Resigned, the party returned to the cabin and Zep Po the Khajit delicately worked on picking the difficult lock all night, breaking many picks in the process. Around midnight to the glee of the bored companions, Zep managed to open the lock with only a few picks to spare. Gaining entry to the house the Fellowship enters and lights and a fire and cooks some food. Zep Po after intensely focusing on the difficult lock walks into Medea and Maerwyn's room and collapses asleep on the bed purring loudly in deep drowse. Trollz eagerly remembers the cooking pot and sits down looking up at Cassandra as she prepares a stew, like a hungry dog his two good eyes grows largely and he drools expectantly for some food. Madai with Bella and the pale Redguard Olivia, the two vampiresses under his arms tours the house grunting out some begrudged approval.
"Well, at least he has a decent sized enough house I suppose for a family." Madai mutters.
"Do you wish you were a mortal again my love?" Bella's thick kissy lips play a sinister smile.
"No. Men have lost their connection with the world and Nirn, their innate free nature like the beasts have." Madai shakes his head. "But my daughter has made her choice, she has her own free spirit like her mother did. If that Maerwyn cannot provide for her like a man I will not fail to kill him the next time."
"Forget this past life and Medea, stay a child of Nocturne with us and be my daddy. Surely you are hungry and forgetting who you are now. Drink from me daddy." Olivia the pale skinned Redguard vampiress seductively and submissively throws her arm around Madai's strong neck kissing it and baring her own imploring him to drink from her.
"Was she more beautiful than me? Your former wife?" Bella the sumptuous dark-haired Imperial vampiress on the other hand breaks away and gives a jealous look at Madai.
"Yes she was very beautiful, a warrior, a free spirit too." Madai grins back at Bella whom snarls at him with her fangs suddenly and throws Olivia, whom is desperately clinging to Madai, to the side.
"Even if you do cure yourself from Nocturne's Gift remember I'm mommy now." Bella grabs Madai by the beard and pulls him into her lips kissing him and biting down on her tongue the same way she infected him with the vampirism and making him drink her blood.
After the rest of the party that aren't vampires finish eating Cassandra's stew, Madai announces to them that he must go retrieve the Wolfsbane Petals as part of the special potion they need to make in order to cure him of vampirism and the lingering side effects from his long time as a werewolf. Remembering the location from their previous adventures Sir Mazog and Felicity agree to lead Madai alone of the vampires with them and they also bring along Tizona the High Elf spellsword with them. They set out leaving the rest of the party at the cabin in case Maerwyn and Medea return, and to purchase and forage some supplies.
After about a week of trekking to the far north of the island of Solstheim the four arrive at Hvitkald Peak. A familiar pass greets them along with the familiar shriek of rieklings, the little impish goblin-like creatures that inhabit the wilds of the island. Somewhat sentient like goblins and falmer, the rieklings issue out of the same cave where a band of them had assaulted the party years a go. Felicity the Dunmer Ashland warrior leaps down from a pass above swinging her spear in a wide arch and knocking the rieklings back and some tumbling down the mountainside. She engages the warband with ferocity and with a human howl Madai jumps down from above his axe dancing through the rieklings with supernatural vampiric speed. The old Nord nods approvingly at Felicity for her intensity in combat as he dispatches the last foe with a death stroke.
Suddenly a shrill blast of a crude horn blasts out and from two levels above them some boulders and rocks slide down from above battering the Madai and Felicity though the manage to avoid being squished to death or knocked off the mountain. Several more riekling issue out of the cave another group of the little monsters jeers and taunts from above and begin riding in from above mounted on wild boar. As the riekling boar riders reach the two warriors suddenly the Orc Sir Mazog in armor and sword drawn seems to appear out of thin air, his Elder Councillor cape blowing behind him and he casts the ability Blessing of the The Emperor of Tamriel upon the party augmenting their stats and vigor. His shield deflects the lance from a rider. He kills its boar with a deft slash sending its rider flying forward into the ground, before it can lift itself up the riekling is dispatched at Felicity's spear. The trio back to back fight hard fending off the swarming rieklings attacking them from both sides.
Just as they begin to tire, exhausted, wearied by some small wounds and exertion, a lightning bolt pierces a riekling ride from above. As a shriek begins to escape the creature a torrent of fireballs rains down upon the flank with the boar riders. Used to the cold and ice climates, the fire balls explode doing much damage incinerating riekling and boar alike. The fireball storm turns upon the riekling infantry and those not burned to death are sent flying off the mountain by the force of the blasts. Tizona, one of the Aldmeri Dominion's agents and representatives, casually walks down from the pass above, her enchanted sword called Colada sparks and gleams magically in her hand as she approaches.
"You are all so slow! Didn't any of you learn even any beginner's magic at least? I sent Mazog back hours a go. Well let's hurry then I found the flower." Tizona impatiently struts past the Orc, Nord, and turns to her Dark Elf kin Felicity looking her up and down tutting with some disapproval. "I can teach you a basic single fireball if you like dark sister."
"A true elf warrior has no need of magic tricks." Felicity retorts twirling her spear skillfully.
"How foolish! We are the superior magical race! You are most unwise to forsake the gifts of our higher nature. No wonder Morrowind has fallen so far." Tizona shakes her head and hands Madai the wolfsbane petals which Sir Mazog confirms.
"Morrowind may appear fallen to you, and indeed we have had many hardships, invasions by the Argonians, the Akaviri, and all the N'Wah; but Morrowind has still emerged free and we earned it by only our strength! Goldenskin sister perhaps I will let you teach me some basic magic for the good of our Fellowship, but be wary that your arrogance will be your weakness. It is wiser and stronger for us to just live in peace and freedom, not to conquer the other men and the mer and continue the cycle of bondage and slavery." Felicity, whom had been enslaved by the Argonians at one time rebukes Tizona but agrees to learn some novice magic from her later.
Another week elapses when the four that had set out to retrieve some wolfsbane return to the cabin at Raven's Rock. Trollz runs up excitedly sniffing them curiously smelling some boar meat which they had harvested from their battle with the rieklings. They wait until the first week of the month of Heartfire passes on the chance that Maerwyn and Medea might show up, but they never do. Sir Mazog announces that the party cannot tarry much longer and suggests that since Skyrim was the last place the Elder Scroll was known to be, that perhaps they sail to Winterhold where Medea is also a member of the Mage's Guild there.
Agreeing to this plan the party well stocked with supplies returns to their ship and sets sail for the mainland of Skyrim. Sir Mazog and Cassandra write a note and leave it at the cabin for Maerwyn and Medea and recounting their adventures in brief since they became separated. Trollz dips his paw in ink and imprints in on the back to confirm he is alive. Madai slides a secret letter he had written himself into a book, Mystery of Talara, on Medea's bookshelf. Zep Po the Khajit re-locks the house much quicker than it took for him to pick it.