Summit at Balfiera 

The Emperor nodded, somewhat in disbelief... He's believe it when he saw it, though, this could easily fall apart of they didn't honour the results, or if they just brought the votes. "It seems it is finally becoming a reality. Good luck to you all, lets hope this will be the dawn of a new age for High Rock."

Valenwood

The Legate raised an eyebrow, taking out a quill before writing quickly on a scrap of parchment

To Lord Regent Orthos

My apologies if I offended you, but if you want to come take Valenwood and my head, you will first have to go through a lot of angry Bosmer, who, it turns out, don't like you nearly as much as you seem to wish. You are quickly running out of friends, while the other races seem to be getting more tired of you with every passing moment.
I must say that I don't think you will have your title for long. I assume your King will be very disappointed once he learns you passed up the opportunity to prevent hordes of the apparently 'inferior' races from seizing Alinor. If you shall not agree to meet with me for peace terms, then it shall not be you who sees victory but us. You're outnumbered and outdone, if you want to try some poetic but overall pointless last stand, then so be it. You have managed to lose Elsweyr and Valenwood in the space of a few years, are you really willing to gamble with Alinor?
The choice is yours. You can continue to mourn your past, and be buried with it by my allies and I, or you can meet me at a table and secure yourself a future in Tamriel.

-Legate Barus

Blackmarsh

"Of course" The two said, and with their body guards walked away. Once out of an ear shot, the councilor muttered under his breath
"He tried to throw a scare into us... If I wasn't representing the Empire I'd have scorched him with a fireball..."
"Indeed, I had half the mind to call on my ancestoral spirits" The count mumbled, the Councillor cut in
"Then they are surprised when the Khajiit turn up! They're part of the Empire, did they expect them to be completely ignored?"
"Odd, to say the least"
"Well... Whar business do you have here, Count Cheydinhal?"
"There have been... Troubles in Cheydinhal. Rumours suspect Morrowind and... I believe them to have some truth in them, given the circumstances"
"Ah... So this becomes dark elf against dark elf..."
"Quite... But my family is loyal to Cheydinhal and the Empire first, we have been since before the Oblivion Crisis, and have been since. I admit I have loyalties to Morrowind, but I have duties my people and the Empire, and they come first."
"Very noble. Still, it will be interesting to see how their representative reacts to being set upon by one of his own"
"I think be would be displeased I hadn't come home, so to speak."
"So what exactly happened in Cheydinbal?" The count took a long breath before beginning to describe it to the councillor

Morrowind

The three penitus Oculatus had mostly been watching for now, but their aims were quite simple. It was a primitive revenge plan. At one of the small villages closer to the Black Marsh border, the three snuck a sample of hist sap into the main water supply, before slipping away from the village and into the night, presumably before being seen. They assumed the chaos that they hoped would ensue might lead to the village blaming the Argonians, who would in turn deny everything and increase tensions. If those two were at each others throats, the pressure would be somewhat alleviated on the legion in Cheydinhal, and should the Legion ever get permission to invade Morrowind, it would be much easier to do if Morrowind was already trying to fight the Argonians

Elsweyr

Given the lack of progress on the front of peaceful conversion, the Governor Militant has instead invited both the North and South to a meeting, with the intention of finding a suitable compromise between the status quo and full blown independence, believing that the latter is unacceptable to the north and the former unacceptable to the south. He has also placed bounties on the heads of the pirates plaguing the south.