Fuck fuck fuck fuck!
Shit shit shit shit!
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Shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am in the Elder Scrolls Universe!!!!!!
I am going to fucking dieeeeee!!!!!!
Reincarnation.
Who would you want to get the chance to reincarnate and live in a world of fantasy, swords and magic within a fictional universe you fell in love with as a child?
But the reality is far more grim then one could have imagined.
This is why I have been having a panic attack and a silent fit besides the lake I had awoken from.
If this was a dream, then it was far too real and if it wasn't...
If I died here, in this supposed dream, and it was actually real...
The risk is far too great, I cannot die even in this "dream" or I may die in reality.
I find it ironic since the entire Elder Scrolls universe all that resides within it is actually apart of the dream of an entity called the Godhead.
He is basically like Azathoth from H.P. Lovecraft's horror fantasy works.
I had little choice left to me as I forced myself to calm down, thakfully I was a open minded, creative, imaginative, calm, reasoning, kind and collected individual.
Though in terms of my studies I wasn't all too great compared with those that get top grades, but I was moderately smart as I was able to pass my exams without studying at all.
What I fool I was...I should have done more to better my life on Earth, I should have done more in my younger years.
I was 20 years old, I think, when I had been reincarnated who knows how long ago, but I'll assume I was transmigrated here into this body.
That brings me to the next thing.
I am a godamn Snow Elf, a Falmer!
While cool and all I am one, I am seriously screwed in this world.
The Nords are the descendents of the 500 Companions, warriors of great battle prowess, and Ysgramor.
Ysgramor led his sons and Companion army of 500 strong to lead a genocide of the Falmer after an event known as the "Night of Tears" took place at Saarthal.
Saarthal holds a prominent place in Skyrim history, even if most do not remember it by name. It is of course the site of one of the first major Nord settlements, one of the first cities of men in Skyrim, and the earliest known capital of their civilization. It was also the site of terrible bloodshed, when the elves attempted to drive the Nords out of Skyrim, to succeed only in incurring their wrath in the form of Ysgramor and his fabled Five Hundred Companions, who swept the elves from Skyrim and firmly established it as the home of the Nords.
All this is known, but little else. What happened on that Night of Tears, when Saarthal was razed to the ground? What provoked the elves to such a deliberate, vicious attack, and what prompted such a severe response from the Nords?
Vingalmo's Treatise on the Altmer Antecedent suggests that the elves of the Merethic Era, along with their counterparts the early Dwemer, possessed a degree of sophistication unparalleled in Tamriel. They displayed power beyond what could be expected of the time. While a distinct explanation is not given for this, I believe that this work, compared with the early writings of Heseph Chirirnis, suggest that something greater was at work on that night in Saarthal.
The true motives behind the Night of Tears have been obscured to us by the passage of time, but I believe this was not a simple war of territory, or of control of Skyrim. I believe that what happened was a significant event based around something very particular.
The Nords found something when they built their city, buried deep in the ground. They attempted to keep it buried, but the elves learned of it and coveted it for themselves. Thus they assaulted Saarthal, their goal not to drive the Nords out but to secure this power for themselves. I believe Ysgramor knew something of what the elves would find under Saarthal, and rallied together his people to keep the elves from gaining it. When Nords once again controlled Skyrim, this power was buried deep below the earth and sealed away.
Time has kept this knowledge from us, but it is my hope that Time will also reveal the truth of these words. Every effort will be made to relocate Saarthal, and find that which has been lost to us.
The something that the Nords found was the Eye of Magnus.
An artifact of immense magical power related to the Et'Ada Magnus and which the sun of Nirn was also called Magnus.
Magnus was a very important figure of the Elder Scrolls Universe and associated with the very reason Magic exists.
But his lore and history is very deep which shall be left for another time until I begin studying how to use magic.
In short, I believe that the Falmer assumed the Nords wanted to covert the Eye of Magnus for themselves, that was why they attacked Saarthal in the dead of night.
They tried to kill every occupant there as a way to keep the Eye of Magnus a secret, but failed simce Ysgramor along with his sons had survived and fled back to their home of Atmora clacross the sea far in the North.
He swore he would eradicate every Falmer from the face Skyrim, and he did just that one way or the other.
He brought back 500 of his greatest warriors of Atmotmra and led a campaign to wipe out the Snow Elves.
The war was long, but in the Snow Elves final stand, the leader of the Falmer, the Snow Prince rode out on a beauriful white stallion while weilding his elegant and deadly Spear donned in his Falmer armour.
The morale of the Falmer skyrocketed and they were winning as the Nords were shocked by the Elves newfound strength.
The Falmer who followed their beloved leader the Snow Prince would fight against the brutal Nords.
The Snow Prince had slain a female Nord, whose daughter was acting as her mother's squire in the battle.
The squire daughter witnessed her mother's death at the Spear of the Snow Prince and rage filled her.
She took a sword from off the groundand rushed at the Snow Prince on his steed.
She was easily beaten by him in but a few swings, but as the Snow Prince went to deliver the killing blow, he had received one instead.
The simple, squire, untrained village girl had killed the legendary leader of the Falmer, the Snow Prince, and became responsible for causing the eventual genocide of all the Falmer of Skyrim.
One act from a small girl had caused the one of the greatest tragedies to ever occur throughout the Elder Scrolls Universe.
The Snow Elves were easily overun and defeated soon after.
The Falmer were left with little choice but to hide at the Chantry of Auri-El in the mountainous North-West of Skyrim or seek the aid of the Dwemer, also know as the Dwarves or the Deep Elves.
In this world there are only two humanoid races, there are many more such as the monkeymen and snakemen Nagas of the Easten continent of Akavir, but for simplicity sake, there are only two.
The Mer known as the Elves and the Nords who are obviously the Humans.
The Elves were once one kin, but some eleven split off and they migrated and inhabited new lands they had adapted and changed to those environments.
This over time they became different variants of elves from the original Elf species known as the Aldmer
Deep Elves/Dwarves/Dwemer who resided deep below the surface of Skyrim but due to an experiment still of unknown but theorised reasons, they had all mysteriously vannished from the face of Nirn. Only one Dwemer was actually confimed to exist, but other than that, all their technological marvels and Knowledge through what they left behind remained as proof of their existence. But what I was most co concerned about was the Elder Scroll (Dragon) that resides within Blackreach in a Dwemer contraption beneath Skyrim. I must get it at all costs. The Elder Scrolls (Blood and Sun) are far too dangerous to even attempt to obtain. Both are guarded by Daughters of Coldharbour (Strongest type of Vampire to exist, only females) and one of them is also protected by the strongest Necromancer of all time, the Dragon Durnehviir.
Wood Elves/Bosmer of Valenwood.
High Elves/Altmer of Summerset Isle.
Maormer/Sea Elves they are basically pirates and barely any information in Lore was given about them. They possessed the strongest navy to ever exist, only by a threeway allience 400 years before the events of Skyrim between three of the worlds greatest powers were they able yo defeat the Sea Elves naval fleet. They have not made any appearances since then.
Dunmer/Dark Elves were cursed by the Daedric Prince Azura toforver have black skin, thus they changed from the Chiner into the Dunmer.
Orsimer/Orcs who were once Elves that were cursed along with the God Trinimac who was an ancient Aedroth (Et'Ada or "Original Spirit"), Aldmeri deity, and the alleged precursor to the Daedric Prince Malacath. He is described as the strongest of the Aedra, the champion of the High Elven pantheon, and in some places more popular than Auri-El. Trinimac is referred to as the champion of Auri-El himself. He is also one of the prime deities of the Snow Elf religion but he was defeated by the Deadric Prince Boethiah in battle and was made into the Daedric Prince Malacath. Malacath is referred to as the reanimated dung of Trinimac.
Falmer/Snow Elves of the lands of Skyrim before the genocide at the hands of Ysgramor and the Nords.
Ayleid/Heart-Land Elves/Wild Elves of Cyrodil, they created the White Gold Tower which stands at the centre of the Imperial City where the Human Imperial Emperor resides.
Chimer/Changed Ones/Changed Folk were the ancesters of modern day Dark Elves who chose to follow the Prophet Veloth out of the ancestral Elven homelands in the southwest to settle in the lands now known as Morrowind.
After assesing my situation and everything I know about where I am and my possible disastrous relationships with anyone in this world, as I cannot trust them if they are friendly or not due to my Falmer heritage.
The only option I had left were one of s few things.
I cut off my ears and try my best to tan my skin, but this option is the one I would carry out the least.
Hide and cover myself in wrappings, but I may be mistaken as a Thief or Dark Brotherhood Assassin. This is also risky but the only option I think I may go for.
Option three...I literally can't even think of one...I didn't have the time to think clearly since every moment I am in these woods, I could be killed by some creature, Goblin or Bandit.
The only safe place, while also the most suicidal one for me is to go into the heart of the Lion's Den.
I had discovered a collapsed entrance to a tunnel entrance near the lake I was at.
I remember that this entrance was one that would lead through a labyrinth of many more tunnel systems below the ground and into the sewer network of the Imperial City.
I don't know how this tunnel was collapsed but nor do I care.
I needed to find another way back into the Imperial City, I assume that the previous owner of this body had escaped Imperial and Thalmor soilders via this tunnel.
The Aldmeri Dominion is a growing empire in its own right, the High Elves called the Thalmor faction decided to Co qour Cyrodil like many before them.
They practically are winning since all of Cyrodil with is the central continent and previously the Empire.
But basically the Empire lost and signed a treaty called the White Gold Concord treaty which basically made the Empire a vassal of the Aldmeri Dominion/Thalmor.
But I still don't know when in the timeline I am in, I could be moments before the events of tge Wlder Scrolls Online where Molag Bal invades or when Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion takes place where Mehrunes Dagon tries to do his own invasion stick.
Wither one I am funked if it suddenly happens.
I pray to all the Divines Manimarco doesn't come to Cyrodil anytime soon.
Manimarco the Worm God, unlike the other Daedric Princes can and is able to meddle with the Mortal world far more frequently then the Daedra can which is why I am wary of him.
But am I the main protagonist of one of the games?
The one two I can think of is Skyrim or Elder Scrolls Online.
I can't be the Hero of Kvatch since it is confirmed he is an Imperial named Bendu Olo.
And since I am a Falmer, the chances of me being the Hero of Kvatch who is the main player character of the Oblivion game is nil, which I am thankful for as I can avoid the fate of becoming the second Sheogorath and antagonising Mehrunes Dagon.
After spending an extremely long time sitting high up in the trees, of which I had climbed for my own safety from any hostiles, I decided to descend down and back onto the ground.
I carefully made my way to the tunnel entrances into the Imperial City via the safest route I could remember from the game Oblivion.
It sure wasn't easy as I was wrong most of the time and had to go find another entrance.
But I finally succeeded as I had found a secret entrance into the sewer network that allowed me to enter the Waterfront area of the Imperial City.
It took me all day but I finally found a abandoned home on the outskirts.
I entered the uninhabited wooden home and made my way to the attic after inspecting everything with caution.
I set up a trip wire on all the doors in the house that connected to the attic and would alert me of any intruders.
I drifted of to sleep, ending my first day on Nirn as the twin moons brought with them the night, and with that darkness my eyes closed.