: Good comparison to Vault 101. Although Butch wishes he was as bad-boat a Pelinal!
I am glad you liked it. More on the way. haute ecole rider:
I would not say the TF version of Pelinal was clay, more like sweating dynamite!
My depiction of him is actually somewhat watered down from the Song of Pelinal. In there they describe him as going on insane rampages and laying waste to huge swaths of Cyrodiil. When I re-read that again, I am more convinced than ever that he was indeed Lorkhan/Shezarr/Shor. The Nords called him the Shezarine, and under his star-made armor there was a hole where his heart should be.
I never finished the KOTN questline. I just barely started it once, and your comment prompted me to go back to Oblivion and continue it. I am in the middle of collecting the crusader artifacts. In KOTN he is portrayed more as a mortal man now dead, rather than a piece of god. They certainly seem to be pretending that he is not a Daedra and was prone to slaughtering everything in sight! The Song of Pelinal describes him as wearing armor that was "star-made", which implies glass or ebony. But in KOTN it is just your standard medieval mail. Likewise, TSoP says he was killed at White Gold Tower. But in KOTN he points you to Vanua as where he died. I guess Bethesda did not bother to read any of their own lore books...
I got really inspired with Alessia and Tenyeminwe. There is so much more I came up with that there is just no place to put in. I know that Tenyeminwe was a very cunning woman, she knew that her handmaiden was closer to her than anyone else in the world, and thusly posed more of a danger to her than anyone else. She carefully selected Alessia to be her handmaiden when she was about 12 or so, and purposely isolated her from all her old friends and family. Then she went out of her way to make sure Alessia became totally emotionally dependent upon her. It worked too. Alessia fell completely in love with the queen.
I do not see Tenyeminwe as being one of the sadistic Ayleid rulers, although she could be ruthless when she had to. Still slavery was a reality under her, with all the standard inhumane conditions. Then when slaves got old and sickly they were given to the necromancers so their souls could be harvested. Plus of course there were a few young ones sacrificed to the daedra princes every year on their feast days.
After several bad years Lipsand Tarn was facing a famine and needed imported grain. To get it Tenyeminwe had to make a deal with the king of Sercen, who always needed slaves for his "gut-gardens". I have a very vivid picture of how they looked, with disemboweled humans hung on spikes and their intestines strung around into sort of a web overhead. Then reanimated through necromancy so they still moved, moaned, and groaned all the time. Still, I imagine they wore out after not too long, so he always needed fresh meat.
Tenyeminwe sold a large number of slaves from Lipsand Tarn in return for his grain. Alessa saw it all when she was there with the queen, and it is what created her resolve to overthrow the Ayleids. That night she would have started having dreams sent by the gods (which they allude to in the lore). Within a few years Alessia engineered Tenyeminwe's overthrow.
Afterward she offered Tenyeminwe a parole if the queen would swear to leave Cyrodiil and never return. But Tenyeminwe could not do it. She was tied to her land in the old pagan/Arthurian sense, and would not be parted from it. She could have lied, but at that point she and Alessia were beyond that. Not in the least because Alessia knew her too well, and of course knew before she offered the parole that Tenyeminwe would never accept it. Come to think of it, Alessia offered the same to all Ayleids, be they kings or peasants. The more she could get to just leave the easier it was for her, and always having that escape open would have probably tempted a lot of Ayleids to flee rather than fight to the death.Doommeister
: I am an aromatic herb known for its curative properties? Yay! Acadian
: I knew that would be a really powerful segment. Teresa's head is spinning too! Herminia really is quite the radical historian, and fun to write.Cardboard Box:
Thanks Box. Your writing of Irlav Jarol has completely taken over my image of him. Now I cannot imagine him as anything but an ultra-conservative, racist, snob.
I can email you my MS Word docs of the TF if you like. I also have it all in html on the website (link is in the first post). D.Foxy:
Hmm, who was that now? My memory is not so good now that I am in my sunset years... Remko
: I actually watered him down from how the Song of Pelinal describes him. Bethesda all but comes out and directly says that he was Lorkhan. Morrowind (the game) is based on the premise that Lorkhan was utterly evil, as the Tribunal was weakened because they resisted the evil of his heart. Where Dagoth Ur gained power because he embraced it. So Dagoth Ur himself would really be a sort of a mini-Lorkhan. Imagine how bad the real deal was?treydog
: It's like reading ES's Real Barenziah and comparing it to the official temple biography. What a difference! I was heavily influenced by the American Revolution, and how so many myths have cropped up around it. What I was taught in school bears little resemblance to what really happened! Destri Melarg:
I am really amazed that Pelinal has an elvish name too. I am certain the elves did not give it to him. Unless it was the humans who did. One can imagine that the only language they spoke was that of their elven masters. So maybe that is the case?
The TF version of Alessia would definitely have an elven name. She was an elven queen after all, in all senses except the pointed ears. Alessia learned the arts of rulership from Teneyeminwe, and it was only those lessons that made her able to lead the Revolution, create a new government from nothing, and fend off all the rivals she had within the human ranks for power. Everything she did, was with the image of her old queen in mind.
I really did enjoy working on Alessian Revolution, especially the relationship between Alessia and Tenyeminwe. Maybe when I have done all I would like to with the TF I will write about Alessia and Tenyeminwe. It would be difficult given their incredibly complex relationship (not to mention a character as deeply depressed and lonely as Tenyeminwe after she was overthrown) but it is inspiring.
One of the things that annoys me about the lore version of it is that Alessia seems to be almost a bystander and the entire thing is done by the demigods (semi-gods?) Morihaus and Pelinal. It is kind of like if the American Revolution had been won by a bunch of samurai who just thought the patriots needed help. I think that humans should be the driving force for the Alessian victory, not external, supernatural entities. That is why I worked to humanize Alessia and give her a larger role, show Morihaus as a real flesh and blood man, and reveal Pelinal as as much a hindrance as he was a help. That is also why the war I portray is a long, dragged out affair lasting centuries. It was a slow, steady campaign waged by humans, and won by humans, one city at a time across all of Cyrodiil. Next
: Handril's Bane
* * *Chapter 21.7 – The Last King Of The Ayleids
"Well, if I can climb down from my soapbox now, we can get into the meat of the Late Ayleid Period." Herminia winked, and poured more tea for herself and Teresa. The forester could not help but smile faintly at the other woman. At least she knew how radical she sounded, Teresa thought, and could poke fun at herself for it.
"Things were relatively peaceful between the Cyrod Empire and the Ayleids from Alessia's death in the year 266 to 361. There were still some battles and little wars between the two, but nothing as world-shattering as Alessia's campaigns. In fact the Empire was too busy with its own problems to worry much about the Ayleids. For the Nords who settled in what is now Colovia had started up their own kingdoms there. While technically they swore fealty to the Emperor, they had a habit of doing whatever they pleased instead."
"So the Empire sort of turned into the Ayleids," Teresa observed, "becoming a loose band of cities out for themselves."
"In many ways, yes, exactly so," Herminia nodded with approval. "Then in 361 the monkey prophet Maruhk came, and with him, the so-called Alessian Doctrines. As you probably know, he claimed to be in direct communication with the spirit of Alessia. She supposedly told him to launch a crusade to annihilate the elves, and everything elven. It went right down to outlawing music, because the elves had played it while humans toiled in the fields. The same with any other form of entertainment, for slaves had been given none. Even worship of the Eight Divines was forbidden, as the Maruhkati believed in a bizarre monotheistic deity, which they claim was represented by the ghost of the Empress."
"The Emperor at the time - Ami-El - fully embraced the Alessian Doctrines. It is no wonder, for the Maruhkati espoused blind loyalty to the Ruby Throne. What followed was the near compete subjugation of Colovia and what is now Hammerfell, and then finally an invasion of Ayleid-held eastern Cyrodiil."
"Once more, it was a slow and steady advance, beginning with the Ayleid cities that remained on the west bank of the Niben: Wendyandawik, Anutwyll, Bawn and Telepe. Then they crossed Lake Rumare and began reducing the Ayleid cities there as well. In 372 they even turned on Vilverin, which had always been their staunchest ally, and laid it to waste."
"That was the spark that ignited a resurgence of Ayleid power. For the first time since the days of Umaril they were united again. This time it was under the charismatic leadership of King Handril of Mackamentain. It is said that as a child his father made him swear an oath of eternal hatred for humans upon the altar of Boethiah. He would make his father proud in the years to come. Even outnumbered by as much as three to one at times, Handril destroyed every Imperial army sent against him."
"Like at Lake Trasimene," Teresa offered, remembering the tale that Morcant had related about the battle there. "I was there not too long ago."
"I envy you," Herminia admitted. "I have never been far from a carriage during my trips outside the Imperial City."
"Well, just get out and go walking," Teresa said. "It's only a few days north of the Blue Road."
"Easy for a fearless adventurer like you to say!" the scholar exclaimed with a twinkle in her eye. "It's quite a different story when you are a princess of parchment like myself! I wouldn't last a day out in the wilderness."
"Well, I'd be glad to take you on my next trip," Teresa offered. "I have a friend who lives at the lake, though she's not there now. Tsume's probably around though."
"Who is he?" the Imperial asked, "a local hunter? He sounds like an Akaviri with a name like that!"
"No, he's a wolf," Teresa said with a faint smile, "and a good friend."
Now it was Herminia's turn to nearly spit her tea across her lap. "A wolf!" she sputtered. "You have a wolf for a friend? See, now that is just what I mean. A wolf would eat me
"Oh the forest isn't half as dangerous as most people think," Teresa said. "You just have to keep your eyes open and think about what you are doing is all. The only real danger at the lake are the goblins. The Bone Eaters live on the eastern shore. I had a run in with them once."
"Did you kill many of them?" the Imperial asked, her eyes rapt with attention.
"Not one," Teresa admitted. "I hid when they came near, and they never knew I was there."
Herminia laughed, and Teresa found herself cracking the ghost of a smile as well. "Now that is just what I meant before," the Imperial said. "If that was a bard's tale, you would have felled a score of foes with your mighty sword, and then another score with your bare hands after its blade was dulled from lopping off goblin heads. The real world is usually quite different from poetic tales!"
"I suppose it is," Teresa agreed with a nod of her head. "So are all the stories about Handril that way then? I heard he led his army through the length of the Jerall Mountains and attacked Colovia, and even marched on the Imperial City itself once. Or is that all bluster too?"
"No," Herminia said, now serious once more. "If anything they are played down. Handril was one of the greatest military geniuses to ever live. No Imperial army, or general, could ever keep up with him. In the end he never lost a battle in the open field."
"So how did he lose the war?" Teresa asked. "That never made sense to me."
"Sieges. You see the problem Handril had - aside from always being outnumbered - was that he could only be in one place at a time. When Emperor Ami-El died in 382 he was succeeded by his cousin, Emperor Fabius Maximus. At the time he was called Fabius Cunctator however - 'the delayer'. Because he devised a new strategy to deal with Handril. Rather than trying to meet him on the battlefield, Fabius ordered his generals to avoid open battle, and instead shadow Handril's forces."
"At the same time, Imperial armies elsewhere in Cyrodiil began to systematically besiege and reduce the Ayleid cities in Handril's alliance. Perhaps most famous of these sieges was of Culotte. While the fleet blockaded the port, the Imperial army built not only a series of fortifications facing inward to hem the garrison in, but made another set facing outward."
"When Handril came to try to relive the siege, he found himself stymied by the defensive works and an army that would not come out and meet him in the open. Finally he was forced to withdraw as another Imperial army came and threatened to encircle him
in a third set of fortifications it was building."
"Afterward there was a coup in Culotte and the city switched sides. It then became one of the most important Imperial bases east of the Niben. In fact it was from there that they launched their final offensive into the heart of Ayleid territory, Handril's own city of Mackamentain."
"It would take weeks to go through all the campaigns, battles, and sieges," Herminia said. "But ultimately Handril's confederacy was broken one city at a time, and the remaining Ayleid cities were forced to sue for peace in 393, on most humiliating terms. They had to pay an indemnity, dismantle their walls and other defenses, and were forbidden to maintain more than local city militias to maintain order."
"Handril himself fled to the east, where he took service under Dumac Dwarfking of the Dwemer, who was embroiled in a bitter war against the Nords. But while the Dwemer king may have respected Handril's abilities as a general, he did not trust him, for he never gave the Ayleid leader a significant command. In the end Fabius pressured Dumac to exile Handril, threatening to send his armies to aid the Nords if he did not."
"So that is when nightshade became Handril's Bane," Teresa said.
"Yes indeed." Herminia once more looked pleased, and Teresa wondered what it would feel like to hold her hand. "Handril fled south to Argonia. Just hours ahead of Imperial assassins, he took his own life with poison. Even in the end, he would not give the Empire the satisfaction of undoing him."