[b]22nd of Midyear Alinor, summerset Isles, Capital of the Dominion. Lord Regent Orthos of the Royal Fleet[/b] The Lord Regent once more stood on the Docks, with the familiar lower tier merchant. He was sweating, and appeared nervous. Yet the Regent stood as calm and collected as ever, and patiently nodded for the merchant to continue what he was saying. “Ships of Aldmeri quality take considerably longer to craft than those Imperials logs. We’ve had little trouble finding the supplies or workers for it, but the Arcane Society has yet to send any of their Mages to perform their standard enchantments on the sails and hulls. They say they have been too busy as of late to send anyone. I just don’t see how we will having anything more than a small force of ships ready by the time the High King returns.” Orthos shrugged nonchalantly and nodded in affirmation to the merchant. “I will go to the Crystal Tower and check up on the progress of its reconstruction, and speak with the Arch-Mage about sending you some Enchanters.” The Merchant bowed to the Regent and thanked him, before scuttling off to oversee the construction of additional ships. Orthos was about to turn and leave the docks when a strange sight caught him on the horizon; a Elven ship marred with scorch blasts and arrows sailed towards the Isles, though it was not Altmer. From this great distance Orthos could not make out more, and quickly turned to a guardmen standing next to him, asking to go and get Lord-General Walden Estermont of the Renshi. Though Walden was a man, and thus inferior, he too had his strengths, and would deal with this strange ship on the horizon. Orthos had more important matters. He turned and left the docks after sending word for Walden to prepare men to meet their visitors. The Lord Regent mounted his horse of pure white and rode hard to the Crystal Tower, finding it’s construction near completion. The original Crystal Tower only had five floors, while this one would have eight. The first five floors were completed and currently being used by the Society. Yet as the old and respected Altmer dismounted his horse, he found the Arch-Mage making his way outside to meet him, one of his Mages carrying a strange ornate box. The Arch-Mage wore robes of a deep sapphire, given only to the upper caste of Mages at the Society. Both of the Mages to flanking him wore robes of yellow, indicating they were researchers and not trained for battle nor healing. “Lord Regant Orthos, what a surprise to see you here on such short notice! I was hoping you would drop by soon, I’m afraid we have might quiet the astonishing discoveries. Our research has been developing faster than we had ever hoped; though I’m afraid we’ve hit a obstacle. Come, I will show you what I mean.” The Arch-Mage and the Lord Regent both had similar shades of platinum silver hair, though Orthos would be considered in his mid-thirties to Men, the Arch-Mage was quiet obviously near the end of his life, and had learned much of the Arcane in his time. They sat down wordlessly within a meeting chamber within the tower, and Orthos swore he could feel the Magick in his blood thrum happily when he stepped inside such a heavily enchanted place. The room was dim, with only a single glow globe suspended in the air over the great glass desk. Orthos spoke first; “I’m afraid it is simply mandatory you send some Enchanters to the Docks to work on the current fleet. I wish for Aelid to return home with more ships than he knows what to do with.” The Arch-Mage frowned slightly and nodded, affirming it would be done. Yet As the reserachers began to open the box, the Arch-Mage spoke. “We discovered atop Eton Nir a ruin of a city, much like Cloudrest. They say it was left by the original Aldmer. I must say, in all my years of Arcane Study, I had never seen such a thing. We dug at it for months, and discovered a ruin that we only recently translated.” He raised a small chipped seemingly golden tablet from the box, and handed it to Orthos. The Lord Regent inspected it carefully, and found he could not read what was engraved in it, though the carvings were elegant and graceful in flow. He found all of this fascinating, but wondered how it helped the Dominion. “I bet your wondering how any of this helps the Dominion.” The Arch-Mage spoke with a small smile and a twinkle in his old eyes. He looked at the researchers and various members in attendance and turned back to Orthos. “I will write you a letter before you leave, instructing you on the specifics on what we’ve found and what you must do for the Dominion.” Orthos did not like being ordered about, but the Arcane Society was indeed powerful, and they mustn’t bicker if they are to have any hope of survival. He nodded in agreement. Yet as the Admiral of the Royal Fleet began to rise, the Arch-Mage spoke again; “There is only one last thing that we found in those ruins atop the mountain.” The old Altmer slowly stood up, his old age waring on him, and he raised a scroll of immense power out of the box. “An Elder Scroll.” Orthos breathed wordlessly, as his eyes landed on the rather large scroll, native neither to this space nor time. It was bound shut tightly, and seemed to vibrate with secrets both large and small. “We have no way of reading or opening the scroll, but we are placing it on the top level of the Crystal Tower, to be enchanted and sealed away until the time is right and we may use it for its purpose. It will be well guarded, Lord Regent.” Orthos felt a cold shiver run down his spine, and he wondered how Aelid dealt with the pressures of running the Dominion on the daily. He supposed some mer were just made to design a heavier load than others. He nodded wordlessly to the Arch-Mage and turned, leaving the Crystal Tower only after receiving a letter marked with the symbol of the Arcane Society. His mind was abuzz with the strange golden tablet, and the elder scroll. He had completely forgotten about… [b]22nd of Midyear Alinor, Summer Isles, Capital of the Dimonion. Lord-General Walden Estermont[/b] The imperial man walked with a brisk pace, kept even only by his trained and ready Renshi. Each of them was born and bred for war, yet not in the same way as the Nords of Sykrim. None of them had herculean muscles or huge Warhammers. Theirs was a more graceful way of combat, called Twin Blade fighting by some, and Dagger Dancing by others, it was the Ace in the Dominion’s pocket that Aelid developed during his rebellion. Yet as this elite group of soldiers made their way to the docks, they found a Dunmer ship dropping anchor in port. Walden saw that the ship had obviously been fired upon heavily by someone, and his hands immediately dropped both to the sword and dagger at his belt. He approached the ship carefully, and saw the gleam of Thalmor armor aboard the ship. “What is your purpose here, Dunmer?” Called Walden from the Dock. “We have rescued several Dominion Officers, as well as a handful of troops.” Spoke a unnamed Ash-faced elf aboard the ship. “We would be most grateful.” Walden spoke, impressed by the aid of these people. Perhaps the situation wasn’t as grim as he thought, if the Dunmer would still care to rescue Thlamor forces. Yet as the Dominion Officers crossed the gangplank from boat to Dock, Walden was caught up in seeing who had survived. Before he knew it, or had a chance to thank these saviors, the Dunmer had set sail once more. [b]Actions -Enchantments for the New Fleet! -Discovery of a Elder Scroll and Aldmer Ruin! -Dominion Officers and Soldiers returned to Alinor![/b]