[b]The Lord Regent of The Summer Isles; Orthos
23rd of Midyear
Alinor, Capital of the Dominion.[/b]

“How many ships?” Asked Orthos, sitting upon the Summer Throne. It had been a strenuous couple of days, especially after the reveal of the Elder Scroll and the information within the Aldmer Tablet. He hoped that Aelid returned soon, as there was much he was ignorant of. Yet still, Orthos knew that Aelid was needed at this Summit to construct Alliances if there people would survive long-term. 

“We’ve constructed roughly thirty, Lord Regent. Nearly enough to replace what we lost in Valenwood when they captured the port.” The Merchant said with bowed head, yet with a hint of a smile. He seemed proud of his work, and he should be. Aelid would surely be pleased to report back from the summit to such advances and repairs. 
“Good, you are dismissed.” Orthos said distractedly, watching as the Arch-Mage of the college arrived inside the Palace with several Mages. The Merchant saw and scowled, before bowing and taking his leave. The Arch-Mage approached the Throne, bowed, and smiled. He spoke.

“This is a troubling and wondrous time of Great Change, Lord Regent. Yet I fear the Arcane Society has much more to develop before the end. Yet we need guidance and advisors, as do you and the High King. With your permission, I would send three of my top Mages to Artaeum to find the Psijic Order. They have long been true friends to the Altmer, and I fear we need their expertise. Though the Island is gone, it left residual arcane traces. We would find it soon enough.”

“So be it.” Said Orthos, nodding to the Arch-Mage. 

[b]Unknown
23rd of Midyear
Coast of Senchal, Elsweyr[/b]

A single ship bobbed in the midnight black waves off the coast of the homeland of the Khajiit. The moon was high in the sky this night, and almost glowed in the sky with light. The city-port of Senchal had many candles and fires burning on its docks, and the small number of people aboard the ship waited eagerly. One of the largest, apparently the Captain, would round up his companions on the deck, and speak with them.

“Alright lads, tomorrow is the big day. We were sent here for one very specific purpose, and we will complete our task, regardless the cost. If our efforts come to fruition, perhaps we may even get rewarded for this! Tomorrow is a important day not only in our lives, but in the lives of our people!”

The small crew cheered as one, and then slowly dispersed after the speech. Many of them went to bed, drank, or even just sat on the ship, staring at the illuminated city on the horizon.

[b]Actions:
-Valenwood Fleet is officially reconstructed!
-Arcane Society sent Emissary’s to the Psijic Order!
-Strike Force placed outside Elsweyr?[/b]