QUOTE(SubRosa @ Jun 9 2012, 02:27 AM)

Lets not forget that blotting out the sun would mean that all the plants would die. Then all the animals and people who eat said plants would die. Then the vampires would die too, as they would have no one left to feed upon. Then the prophecy of vampire eradication would come true, and all because of the vampires themselves. Too bad no one would be left alive, because they would be laughing their rear ends off at the irony.

Really, how come these Evil Overlords never think these things through?
Real world physics are different from Nirn, they do not apply where magic and dragons churn about. And actually, patching up the sun will basically remove a very large hole from mundus. Which is better than the dawnguard's option. Magnus's whistle will no longer allow as much aetherial magicka to seep into mundus, a bad thing to some, a better option for others. The streaming amount after such an event should be equal to what the ayleids harvested within their wells, smaller but still prevalent. For the stars will still be within the night's call, as they are smaller rips into aetherius. Giving those few mages left some source of power.
All life would definitely not be extinct. The aedra operate independently from Magnus's gate, the sun. Kynareth will still be around, Arkay will still be around, Akatosh will still be around, Dibella will still be around, Mara will still be around, Zenithar will still be around, Stendarr will still be around, Julianos will still be around. They support mundus, as long as they are still around, all will be alright. So the argument of 'no sun, no life' is as void as Sithis.
There is a good reason the vampires want to survive during the incoming apocalypse. I am quite confident they are aware of the circumstance of Aetherius and the cosmos of Magnus, thus putting their plans into motion to blot out the sun, their only greatest celestial enemy.
This post has been edited by Darkness Eternal: Jun 9 2012, 03:54 AM
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed.
I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.”