Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140217201750/@comment-24449631-20140306122731

Rowan panted a bit.

''You would think that, with all this new technology they would’ve made new bridges to the Capital? Like in the 2E… ''

Rowan had almost reached the Weye Gate at this point.

''It’s probably something ‘cultural’ I guess, In memoriam of the Interregnum or something… it’s still very impractical though… ''

Rowan did gaze at the new reformed gate around the much bigger Weye. He was pretty anxious to see what the giant metropole would have in store for him.

As he walked up to the front gate he saw two guards in very modern uniforms greet him, and asked him, naturally, to stay out of trouble. It was amazing they still did that. With all the traffic and merchants coming In and out. Rowan could remember looking at the Bridge from afar once, it was crowded with Citizens and Traders going from and to the heart of the city on the island. He had never seen such economic wealth before.

Once inside he was greeted by the smells of exotic foods and produce from all across Tamriel. So much even one could argue it was too much. But Rowan took it all in.

The crowd was loud and busy, it was impossible to hear everything they said. There were just too many of them, trading, selling, joking and talking…

He looked with giant eyes at the latest mannerisms and clothing of the Imperial City, it was no secret that, if it was big and popular in the Capital it would spread over the entire continent. For the exception of Skyrim. They will always wear furs and boots, no matter how comfy those silk pants look.

Rowan laughed at the thought of a Nord in Silk pants. It would be highly uncommon.

Rowan just kept looking around. He almost knocked over a sack full of Exotic nuts from Elsewyr, which made the khajit that owned the joint look at the Nord with a questioning look.

Rowan quickly turned around to the man and pardoned himself.

Focus Rowan, don’t want to create some catastrophe here.

Rowan ventured forward to the Imperial White Bridge, which had now turned Grey by the cars driving over.

Speaking of Cars, Rowan had to again, move aside for a Beaumanic car. He had forgotten those existed, after his time in Cheydinhal and all… This was a genuine Culture shock. He did look in awe as he was passed by a Beaumanic T5. The fastest and latest model from the Factory in Chorrol. Which is where the entire Car production of the Empire lay by the way. It was a downright Monopoly, but no one could come up with an alternative, or would. Back in Riften there were talks of some people from Goldenglow’s Factories being send out to steal plans from the Beaumanic Car Group or BCP in Chorrol. No one ever came back

They did find bodies floating in the water reservoir of Chorrol’s Poor District. “Accidents” the city guard claimed. Even though the bodies were mostly Nords… From Riften.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan was again reminded of the dark side of progress. He however was glad he could escape it for the time being, with the amount of money he had on him.

<p class="MsoNormal">He had finally arrived at the Hill up to the Real city. He remembered it to be a huge patch of Green, but it had been completely revamped into new City grounds. There was no more sign of the Stables even. Horses were on their way out.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan had now arrived at the old city archway, since the doors had been taken out so cars could venture though the city unhindered.

<p class="MsoNormal">Upon Entering Rowan looked up at the White-Gold Tower, It had decoloured a bit. But it still seemed to stand strong, and held its own against the long chimneys now accompanying it. All striving to be as high as the Tower, however none were even half as high. There probably was some law.

<p class="MsoNormal">That made Rowan chuckle.

<p class="MsoNormal">With the Empire practically under the thumb of the Bourgeoisie, It surprised him that there wasn’t some made Industrialised who deemed himself better than the Empire. Although… On second thought, there probably is. But he’s smart enough not to show it in the open. No, he’s probably someone in the Elder Council.

<p class="MsoNormal">Speaking of the Elder Council. It was mostly them controlling the Empire now. Under the guise of Democracy it’s these suits that control the Emperor basically. I bet old Mantius Mede the first now aged 75, didn’t see that one coming when he signed the Mede Agreement all those years ago.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan took notice of an Information board next to the small Statue of Talos. That had replaced the statue of Akatosh on Talos Plaza. It seemed logical though. With that giant Akatosh Statue standing in Temple district for as long as anyone alive could remember. Some say it was Akatosh himself, who showed himself on that exact spot during the Oblivion Crisis of the 3E. They say that when Mehrunes Dagon ,also live and in the flesh, materialised in the Imperial city he went on a rampage and that only when Martin Septim, the last heir to the Septim Dynasty sacrificed himself  and the Amulet of Kings. Akatosh, Dragon god of Time appeared and defeated the Deadric Prince on this exact spot.

<p class="MsoNormal">Then left his earthly body her as stone.

<p class="MsoNormal">That is, if you believe in that kind of stuff. Either way, because of all the chaos that day, no one knows what exactly happened.

<p class="MsoNormal">But I’m side tracking here. So… Rowan noticed an Information board on Talos plaza…

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan had time enough to check it out, so why not. He stepped forward to see what was new in the city. The iron board had been posted fill with pamphlets and commercial news. Rowan carefully checked each and every one of them.

<p class="MsoNormal">New Boots from…

<p class="MsoNormal">…Visit the Techno Expo of 228… <p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;padding:0cm;">His eye did fall on a particular event though.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;padding:0cm;">

<p class="MsoNormal"> MASKED BALL OF THE EMPEROR!

<p class="MsoNormal">''In honour of the brutally murdered emperor Titus Mede II a yearly masked ball will be held from this year forward… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">“It seemed that the ball will be soon.” Rowan said to himself as he saw the date.

<p class="MsoNormal">''… Everyone in the city will be requested to wear a mask. The festivities will take place over the entire City. It will start in the early afternoon. Free alcohol and foods will be aplenty. Later on in the night when the clocks strike half past one in the morning, fireworks will be lit in memory of the hour when our beloved Emperor’s father was murdered. By celebrating his death we celebrate his achievements. And wish him luck even in Death.  <p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;padding:0cm;">NOTE: Masks can be found for free at any vendor showing this sign: & '' <p class="MsoNormal">“Could be fun.” Rowan said to himself again.

<p class="MsoNormal">But he preferred to know who he was talking with. It’s not very ‘Nord-like’, that mystery stuff.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan just shrugged. I’ll just take a mask, just in case.

<p class="MsoNormal">He walked over to the vendor with the ‘&’ symbol proudly displayed above his shop.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan walked over to its proprietor.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Excuse me” He looked at the fair haired man who turned around to greet his customer.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan added.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Kinsman… I was hoping I could get a mask for the coming festivities.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ah but of course my friend” he said with his small eyes, looking pleased to see another costumer.

<p class="MsoNormal">He showed Rowan to a table, with a bunch of them, all in porcelain and all carefully crafted.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wow, must’ve taken a lot time to make these… Why give them away for free?” Rowan said in response, eyes still fixated on the craftsmanship. They all had different themes. All based on the Races of the Empire. That however excluded Bretons and also, Dark and High Elves.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I didn’t. I just received them, from merchants working for the White Gold Tower.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh… I see” Rowan decided not to ask any more questions on their origins.

<p class="MsoNormal">He didn’t, because his eye had caught a particularly interesting one. It was of Nordic design, It had a strong beard painted on it. Along with carefully crafted decorations.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s a mask of Ysgramor.” The Nord nodded.

<p class="MsoNormal">“yeah… I know…” Rowan said in response

<p class="MsoNormal">“I think, I’ll take this one.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ok, And did you want to buy anything as well?” The Nord merchant hoped.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan looked around, He then saw the only thing he could buy.

<p class="MsoNormal">He laughed to himself

<p class="MsoNormal">''Of course… What else… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, I’ll take a bottle of Nord mead” Rowan said while raising it unto the counter.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Haha, of course my friend.” The Nord laughed in reply.

<p class="MsoNormal">“That’ll be 15 septims”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan was quick to give him his money and then headed for the door.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Nord moved from over his counter to wave him out.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Have fun with the festivities!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I will!” Rowan shouted back.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan hadn’t tasted Nord mead for a long time. He couldn’t stand Blackbrair mead anymore. Even though it was free of charge to any working in their factory… It was obviously just the left-overs.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan then thought about his old work place.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hmmm I wonder how my colleagues are?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ah no matter! I’ll drink this bottle on them.”

<p class="MsoNormal">He knocked back the bottle as he strolled further into the city, that was making itself ready for the ball.