Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140205203111/@comment-24449631-20140209143635

After Rowan had left the wood elf to die he ventured more south, for he had no desire to go to Chorrol. As he walked the path and the trees started to make way for vast open landscape and a view over the large Imperial Island in the middle of Lake Rumare. at his feet, lay the fork road between the red ring road. As he himself waled the black road.

The Imperial city had largely expanded across it's old wheel shaped wall. Housing could now be found over the entire island, the village of Weye had become a district. Large chimneys protruded out of the city walls chucking out, black smoke covering the entire island. The only structure high enough to escape the fumes was the White-Gold tower, however, the structure had turned grey and dirty. So had most of the city. Rowan looked as a giant airship docked in the waterfront. firstly seeing it slowely lift itself into the basin of the lake and boiling the water with it's engine flames, until it then eventually landed in the lake and looked like a regular boat again.

As he looked at the old Imperial bridge he saw motorcars driving either way and small shadows of people. The city had known wealth and commerce like it had never done before.

As the evening sun was setting, when Rowan arrived at the new city gates in Weye he noticed the beaumanic lights go on. Once inside Rowan was greeted with the most amazing light show you could ever imagined. Beaumanic light had the same colours like welkynd stones, that elvish light blue glow. The city and bridge ahead had been covered in light blue paper lantarn strings. As he looked aroung he saw even though the sun had already vanished. people still a busy as ever. A near claustrophobic amount of people on the streets. Devided by the mainroad where on occasion a motorcar drove along. Rowan looked around and saw goods from all across the Empire, in vast quantities. The smell of exotic tobaccos and foods. Hoarker from Skyrim. Fersi Tobacco from Elsewyr...

As Rowan left the Weye district and crossed the imperial bridge, A large stone structure also built by the Aylieds thousands of years ago. he looked south and saw the flares of the sun that was going down in the west hail the lands of southern Cyrodiil once more before it eventually turned completely dark. The cities' chimneys and their dark smoke was now hidden by night colours. The Imperial city shone up as a beacon of light on it's own. Like a gaint Welkynd stone. The entire tower was covered in beaumanic light that shone through the black clouds of smoke. Covering the city that now apparently never sleeps.

As Rowan came to the actual Island he saw that the main gate of the original wall had been taken down. So that cars could drive through unhindered. The new Imperial city guard Uniform was made out of cloth and steel. Carrying the Emblem of the Empire and a good decorated helmet. They had Beaumanic Flintlocks strapped to their chests. Seems the entire guard now had them. Unlike In Riften. Where there was still the odd guard without a pistol. Rowan saw the new streets that led him to the new city to his left and right. ahead of him was the old town, The wheel. He decided to go their instead. And entered Talos Plaza.

A new fangled motortruck passed Rowan, the thing was obviously for the market district. Not much could impress Rowan anymore, since he had the powers of Boethiah herself running through his veins but he was more than amazed at Weye's market. So he was more than keen to see what the Market District had to offer. He noticed that the main road, had all it's stairs flattened, like in Riften. Probably so that the cars could drive in the old city. The cobblestone streets had seen better days though. Sure, they were still usable, but the stones looked dirty from all the exhaust steam and gasses that the motorcars chunked out.

The Tiberseptim had one particulary expansive beaumanic motorcar parked outside. Guarded by what looked like some sort of clerk in uniform.

Rowan grinned.

"That's a nice car you got there..." Rowan said while he ran his fingers over the paintwork.

"Hey! hands off" The clerk snapped at Rowan

"You wouldn't want to do that again when my master gets back"

"Is he inside"

"Yes, The Tiber Septim has been the most prestigious hotel in the entire Empire since the Uriel Septim days." he said proudly.

Rowan assessed the car was proabably from the owner of the Tiber Septim and not a guest. Rowan then asked the clerk, pretty bluntly

"Can I take it for a spin?"

The clerk laughed at Rowan thinking ofcourse, it was a joke. but his smile quickly faded when he noticed Rowan was dead serious.

"Euh, look Bearded old man..."

Rowan looked at him with fiery eyes.

"This is like... The only model in the entire known world, of course you're not allowed the drive it!"

"I AM allowed to drive it" Rowan said with his still fiery eyes.

The clerk's pupils dilated

"wha..." His head became hazy

The poor fool didn't realise Rowan had put him under a powerfull illusion spell.

"I am allowed to drive it" Rowan repeated

"Yes, you. Are allowed to drive it" the clerk said in a monotone voice while he opened the door to the drivers seat.

"Thank you, most kind of you" Rowan grinned at him.

"No problem... sir..." The clerk again replied in his hypnotised state.

Rowan got in the T4 model Beaumanic Motorcar. It had lovely crafted wooden doors of the finest timber from Bruma. The leather was from Elseweyr. the motives on the knobs keeping it pinned to the vehicle stuggested that. The steeringwheel was goldplated. So were the gear levers and were topped off with redwood from red trees all the way from Valenwood. The car was covered. And had windows of glass. Fine glass. Rowan moved his fingers over it. Hmm Hammerfell sands.

he then made himself comfortable in the driver's seat. And felt were all the gears and levers were. While he did that the clerk's head popped through the open window.

"Satisfied? ... Master?"

"yes, I think this will do nicely" Rowan played along.

He then put his foot down. And pulled the lever. The machine started to get in motion. Steam emanating from it's exhausts. And unlike the T1 model the Engine made a graceful albiet looming sound, as it thrummed into life.

Rowan drove off in his new Motorcar. ready to see what else the Imperial City had to offer, after 10 years of steady technological advancement.