That balance of Aba-Agea

Semi-selective, single-verse elder scrolls RP blog for Uluscant, directory is House-Gardinier. Please read the rules. This blog is focused in High Rock but will have occasional focus in Skyrim. The timeline of RPs will take place between 4E 200-205 Some violent and horror themes present but no smut. Character bio link (for mobile users)

[lurkingpriest]

What’s Your Alignment? You Got: Neutral Good

You are guided by your conscience, rather than any formal laws or traditions. You may occasionally break the rules, but it’s generally in service of the greater good.

[yesterdaysprint]

St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, June 24, 1908

[2argoniansandasaxhleel]

@house-gardinier Ulu is part monkey, part eagle and a bit of dove.

[nirnrootisland]

It was Apocrypha. The home of Hermaeus-Mora, where all forbidden knowledge can be found.

[requiem-on-water]

[lurkingpriest]

Who’s Prey?

[lurkingpriest]

necroalfiq:

It wouldn’t have been a challenge if the prey fell easily, but the retaliation of wings and screeching caught her by surprise. Startled and concerned with possible injuries she, too, removed herself from the confrontation with an ungraceful twist and jump to the side.

As soon as it was clear no damage had been taken, her mind began to consider a new approach to the hunt. There wouldn’t, however, be a chance to execute this idea. Her prey was gone.

Ears fell back at the sight of the mer. She hissed. An owl is what she expected to bring down, not an elf. A part of her wanted to flee but, once again, curiosity won. After putting an additional foot or so between them, she spoke. “What did the elf do? How was he an owl?”

He pulled his form in, appearing as the mer he did in the first era of Tamriel’s history. Uluscant stood as gracefully as a heron would to gather cautiously preened feathers.  With one flick of his hands the leaves and brush unsettled from his form and every strand of hair fell neatly into place. Long spindly fingers steepled together and the mer carefully stepped away from the tangling brush.  “This much appear curious, but I did not expect the huntress whom attempted to make me their prey to hm--speak perhaps?” His voice was low and calm, bowing his head in a non-hostile greeting. “This is an advanced alteration spell, to change my form and make traveling more convenient on the wings of an owl.”

[intense-suggestion]

Isn’t it beautiful? The way the trees are silhouetted against the evening sky, swaying in the wind. Isn’t it peaceful? Well. For a little while longer, it will be.

[lurkingpriest]

Visiting an old friend

[lurkingpriest]

varondiil: 

There was comfort in the touch, unspoken camaraderie breathing life between the two forged by shared roots, even among those that are more like to him through blood than Varondil ever could be. A polite smile followed as he watched the High Priest leave his seat, and busied himself in the small silence following to take a small bite of his cake once again.

Agreement hummed from pursed lips upon talk of Harkon, of the future and the tyrant’s brutal efficiencies. The fresh aroma of newly poured tea rekindled his spirits as he filled his cup, turning to address his friend directly.

❝ I agree, ❞ he spoke between soft sips, ❝ Where I ruled for the sake of others he did so for the sake of himself. ❞

But then there was pause, and his attitude became soft at this new display of Uluscant’s. Discomfort was not something he has ever seen the Mer wear, in all their years, and in the words that followed a small warmth licked at his ribs at those few words.

❝ Say you so? There is no need for that, my friend. You have your duties, and the planes of Oblivion I am sure hold steadfast to those that go in willingly. ❞ A pause for breath. ❝ You did worry me slightly, I admit, over the centuries, but it is past. ❞ 

A new presence interrupted the mer in the form of a small body; clad only in nightshirt and palming away at an eye a lass stumbled — in a walk that did all but say aloud she’d only just woken — into the hall. Varondil’s surprise was evident, almost dropping his tea.

❝ Papa, ❞ the soft voice half-yawned, not yet registering the present company, ❝ I could smell — ❞ 

Brown eyes blinked away sleep and fell upon the half-daedra that parlayed with the pale mer she’d come to trust, and a small curse slipped from the child.

❝ Oh I see, I’m dreaming. ❞

Internally, Uluscant mulled over the comparison. Both Harkon and Varondiil made their separate mistakes to equivalent degrees. Varondill--However--was worth the redemption he diligently worked for.  “That is a much needed assurance, my mind has endured so much that I had not noticed how easily it affected others. Perhaps my enlightenment allowed my placidity to relax to the worries and concerns of friends. It’s not something I would amend.” The Ayleid’s mind easily drifted into a trance at certain thoughts; he enjoyed ruminating new concepts, but as soon as his asymmetrical pair of eyes drifted to a close, a voice interrupted the dreamlike musing.  A small girl appeared, her interruption caused the snow elf to rattle the porcelain together nervously. In a split second Uluscant had shifted back into his fully mer form, inhaling briefly as the tendrils slid away into deep golden skin. His magicka waned, he wasn’t able to hold this for much longer.  “...and who might this young dreamer be?” He smiled pleasantly, but tilted his head towards the other mer as if he’d caught him stealing from a breadbasket. 

[lurkingpriest]

Housecall

[lurkingpriest]

underground-alchemist:

“Yes.” His first answer was fairly simple as the makeshift pole-arm clattered towards the floor. Not that it was much of a weapon to begin with, after all, it’s soft bristles and lightweight physique made it more useful for cleaning up dust then bashing someone’s head in. Why, just thwacking that menace would’ve probably snapped it cleanly in two, “I don’t–” and his brows furrowed in utmost confusion, “I don’t remember requesting you.” It must’ve been his insomnia kicking up again, but Mafrewel was almost certain there’d been an owl perched outside earlier, were his eyes been playing tricks on him? “Did the mages send you?”

“They had.” Uluscant brows furrowed in thought, slightly surprised that he was not expected. Still, he had an impressive amount of patience to deal with these conundrums.  “I know not of their involvement with you, but the Synod was aware that your case was particular to my specialties.” The Ayleid tilted his head, attempting to analyze the mer before him. He was as pallid as the mountain-tops of Wrothgar with wispy white hair that appeared to have grown in different lengths. The features might of been unfamiliar and ghostly to most but Uluscant had once seen many with these features.  “You are a Snow Elf, yes? Previously known as Falmer. I can sympathize with you as an Ayleid myself. Perhaps we should explain our stories, I can speak first unless you wish to, whatever is most comfortable.” 

[me-lapislazuli]

[lurkingpriest]

How to write Uluscant’s name in Ayleidoon.

[lady-of-cinder]

↳ The Elder Scrolls Online : Auridon, Ayleid Ruin Ondil

[house-gardinier]

What about the machine?

Gnosis Machina - The God’s Thought - Acquired from the collections of Theodore Gardinier.    Appearances of a normal throne with Apocryphal design. The Machine is both an amalgamation of aetheric energy and applied science. The prototype derived from dwemeri text, which was then interpreted by sload and Ayleid separately.     Its purpose is to add a ‘second mind’ to the user to prevent the overload of mortal capacity when subject to any form of Enlightenment. However, the use of this machine had bitter results on most mortals, ending in twisted–flayed psyches beyond repair. Only a certain genetic code is attuned to the use.   Adelein’s is but a prototype, and used sparingly. Many (failed) tests have sat upon the Gnosis Machina. It is an ominous machine that is often covered to new guests.

[house-gardinier]

“The Lord’s Season is First Seed and he oversees all of Tamriel during the planting. Those born under the sign of the Lord are stronger and healthier than those born under other signs.” ―The Firmament

Those born in the season of First Seed (March) 1st - 31st Soul color: Violet Temperament: Wise, mystical, skilled with helping others. A very compassionate and emotionally motivated visionary. A rich imagination that weaves dramatic and intuitive dreams. The word ‘lord’ does not refer to their position of leadership, but the natural endearment others find in them. Abilities: The Lord’s spirit mimics the restorative abilities of a trolls. Using their natural reserves of life energy to resist all manner of mental and physical damage. The Lord’s only bane seems to be that of fire, though not all share this weakness. Oddly, those born under this sign hardly ever suffer from long term ailments. Perhaps this became of The Lord’s ability to take on others strife and make positive of it.

Friendships and Family: Understanding the deep emotional bonds of others, The Lord sign is very intuitive and helpful. Every group of people needs the creative one whom offers unconventional form of thought and diplomacy. The Lord will go out of their way to fulfill a lasting relationship and requires a strong positive person to supplement their strength. Often this starsign has no limit to how much burden they will take on with those they care about –and may lose a sense of their own identity. Success: Writers, actors, poets, mystics, healers and musicians. Anything that evokes an emotional response is ideal for The Lord to feel at place. Despite the name of the starsign, they do poorly in leadership without having a sense of direction. However, with the strong support of others The Lord will conqure many challenges and impress others who doubted them. They make great overseeers, offering advice on what others may not see. Romance: Though strongly attracted to those with personal problems, every Lord needs a knight. They require those who are strong willed and stalwart, nurturing their wounds and dressing their armor. Their ideal mate is one that is firmly anchored, to keep The Lord sign from washing away in the waves of their own emotion and intuition. Struggles:  The Lord requires a sense of stability to counter their fluid, emotional thinking. At times they can drift into the melodramatic, making emotional problems for themselves where there is none. Spiritual comfort may only be acknowledged once they realize what that is, that their world may be at peace without having to instigate strong emotional responses. -Other signs-

[lurkingpriest]

Visiting an old friend

[lurkingpriest]

varondiil:

❝ That’s too kind, ❞ Varondil resisted, a hand held out in modest embarrassment. ❝ But where would I be had I a hand to hold all these eras? ❞

Time would yield results, Varondil mused, having always had the mindset to only ask aide if other resources are exhausted. Should the time come and no priest come up, the Falmer would be sure to revisit the matter.

There’s a thoughtful pause, mind drifting to the idea of the inevitable meet two days away; a bit of a reluctant note crept upon his features, a slow, quiet thing that pulls his face and lessens his smile.

❝ I am worried, still, ❞ he admitted, metal scraping ceramic as he pushed a small portion of his half-eaten cake about the plate. ❝ Despite my excitement, the thrill of such a journey ahead is boiling my blood, I cannot deny the worry regarding our foe. We are ahead of Harkon for now, but his eyes are everywhere; I alone have managed for so long with great care. Working alongside men and mer who have barely a century if that of experience beneath them, it is… ❞

❝ It has been a while since I have worked alongside anyone, is all. ❞

He agreed, time passed slowly in a moment of contemplation, but fled from one’s hands when you looked away. They mer had come so far, endured so much in their ancient lives. Uluscant placed his hand over Varondiil’s, a modest and friendly gesture to his people. It took no effort to stand as the Ayleid floated from his seat, inspecting the surroundings.  “Ah, but I learned so much since discovering you. The Ayleid of the Eastern Isles were not what I expected of my kin after all these years. Really, you are more connected to my time than those that exist now.” A clawed finger prodded at the spin of a book, the wind howled outside as the cold front passed. His flight would have to be delayed for now.   “That stars have us worrying, if not for one concept it’s another. We stand at the precipice of change as the universe spells out the future in the night sky above. There is reason to worry, and Harkon knows his politics--he knows his steps. He’s gifted the loyal and broken the elders before any of the other predators challenge their leader. I do not doubt you, but you are wise to hold concern.” For a moment, the tinge of an unfamiliar feelings crossed Uluscant’s mind. He wasn’t without this feeling entirely, but it had not graced his consciousness for some time. For all the knowledge the Priest’s mind collected, he’d overlooked an important detail.   “Oh...I” He began, realizing his mistake. “I feel as if we had not discussed this. It was rude of me to have left so suddenly, despite this matter being a few hundred years in the past. I do owe you an apology.” 

[intense-suggestion]

A million lifetimes of darkness, and then a flicker of light. Impossibility meant nothing, never would again.

[lurkingpriest]

Can you tell us something about necromancy and lichdom in Ayleid culture?

“There is a particular weapon that came from the city of Abagarlas in Cyrodiil called the Mortuum Vivicus. Historically this necromantic weapon’s form was never discerned but it was created for the purposes of a King named Anumaril. If memory serves me--that city greatly revered Molag Bal and wished to use the Mortuum Vivicus on the Merid-Nunda worshiping city of Delodiil and failed.(If I may diverge from the topic momentarily, Delodiil was actually used as my bridge from Oblivion to Mundus during The Plainmeld. Such tapestries The Aurbis weaves.)It is easy for a historian to see that Ayleid culture was quite literally composed of light and dark. Hardly a balance was ever achieved between the cultures of necromancers and templars of Merid-Nunda, but the artifacts of the Mundane-walking princes were quite formidable. To this day I can presume that the wars and strife in the fourth era are quite tame compared to what transpired in my people’s time. Of course, I only witnessed the very end of my people in that regard.Lichdom however, I had not actually known about these practices until a copy of A Guide to Ascendancy graced my libraries once I had been given knowledge of the barsaebic Ayleids in Black Marsh. I studied this in the second era out of curiosity and relevancy to current events. However, it is not in my nature to purposefully bring pain to others, so I simply settled for what I had read. Unfortunately, even the barsaebic Ayleids had flesh gardens that incorporated Saxhleel, but the ulterior motive was familiar with achieving lichdom through the suffering of others. From the notes I gathered, their gruesome practices were much more efficient with the Saxhleel compared to the nedes. In the culture of my people, necromancy was accepted due to how important the study of magicka was despite it’s connotations with malevolent deadra. There was no need to hide it as most feel the need to now, it is both a shame as a study but a necessary precaution to protect others from that power.

[lurkingpriest]

Send me Inquiries about Ayleids

Uluscant is a survivor of Nenlata, but was one of the only surviving children who made it to High Rock, so ask away any questions about Ayleids as a culture during this time and he’ll answer in character.