Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131228220756/@comment-24142725-20131230141130

Back in Cheydinal:

It was noon in the city of art when the rest of the pose came back from their expedition. The guardsmen made their way to the city castle to enlighten the count over the current situation. The bell of the Chapel just sounded twelves.

In the castle courtyard the count was having a fine dinner with some other pompous counts and countesses of the Empire. The bonds of the general empire had been severely damaged after the great war and the civil wars it brought in it's wake. Many counts and countesses feared that for the first time in centuries Cyrodiil would stand alone, without an empire. This has sparked a better communication within Cyrodiil's own law, the countes and countesses and the elder council.

The company was enjoying fine Alto wine and with the sun just gazing over the stone structure the little warm light that radiated from within the glass made it look all the more devine. On the dinning table there was an abundance of food. a Boar roasted nice and brown with an apple in it's mouth surounded by fitting vegtables and o'dourves. The counts and countesses of Kvatch, Anvil, Bravil and Chorrel where present. Kvatch had turned into a powerfull mages society because of it's affiliation with the Oblivion crisis, 200 years ago, which attracted many scholars to the scene.

Borus and company arrived. And the count immidiatly left his company to join with Borus.

"And? Any news?"

"Sire, I think it is best Beauman explained"

"well ok" the count sighed with a sense of dissapointment.

"What did you find out Beauman? Speak!"

"We... well eum, I... we discovered a dwemer artifact"

"dwemer?"

"You know, dwarven. The ship was as i predicted dwarven technology"

"yes and what is this artefact you were speaking of"

Beauman removed the blanket that covered the metal cillinder so the count could see

"This, sire. Is the core of the ship"

"It seems to be a fairly simple mechanism, and if i could decipher it, which i will, I could create hundreds and hundreds of flying machines. And maybe more."

the count still looked a bit doubtfull

"think! Unlimited power, the possibilities. To light up the entire empire with just one source or the machinery that could be built with this technology" (possible angle of this story. The 5th era marks, Tamriel's Industrial revolution changing the landscape forever.)

"Yes... yes. I can see what you're getting at. Hold on"

He looked at his own company and beckoned they should come. First they looked confused but the bored aristocracy did come. all with a glass or goblet of wine in hand.

"whar is it, cherri" the countess of Anvil asked

"my court mage here has found something important. The emperor must know about this..."

After he explained along with Beauman the guests couldn't believe it. This could set Cyrodiil and the Empire back on the map. Legend has it Tiber Septim himself once used dwemer technology to smight down the mighty Altmer of Summerset. Why not do it again with an army equiped with a fleet of Airships.

The Count of Kvatch raised his goblet

"LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!"

the rest followed. even the guards present shoutes with them.

-meanwhile in the chapel of Arkey-

a stranger woke up