#saltrice

[dirty-bosmer]

10 years that I've been pronouncing saltrice "sal-treese" like "Patrice." Didn't even pass through my brain that it could be SALT RICE

[ambarys]

Sujamma and saltrice kinda day today

Geldis Sadri, owner of the Retching Netch cornerclub on Solstheim, and maker of the best damn sujamma you’ll ever taste. ~Talviel

Screenshot: my own

[trickstarbrave]

steren is so beautiful. i am thinking about steren. does steren have a favorite color

steren's favorite colors are pink and yellow i think but he doesn't wear them often bc he thinks he looks a bit weird in them. this is one of the reasons he picked house hlaalu

he also rly likes blue and red bc he thinks about his dads

[orsinium-scholar]

Headcanon:

Following the red year and the mass influx of dunmer refugees into skyrim, dunmer cuisine and cooking caught on and in many places became almost indelibly fused with local nordic cooking. Dunmer cuisine has a reputation for being strange and off-putting, but many travellers are surprised to see nords cheerfully shovelling down scuttle cheese on wickwheat bread and swigging back hackle-lo tea. Ash yams are often found in soups and stews, and a few kwama farms have been set up in the warmer parts of skyrim, leading to kwama eggs and scrib jelly showing up in the market as well, and the sour but long lasting scrib jerky is an evergreen presence in hunters packs.

This of course leads to the sadly evergreen scenario of seeing a nord chowing down on saltrice and horker pilaf while loudly and obliviously asking "what have dunmer ever done for us?"

[vidvana]

I know that nobody asked, but here's some Telvanni lore for all the foodies.

Before you begin this culinary journey, check out this post about ash yams it's essential.

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Telvanni Cuisine

It’s obvious that Telvanni have an extensive knowledge of fungi.  After all, they live in huge mushrooms and collect and plant numerous species from all across the Tamriel to use them in their potions. It goes without saying that their cuisine is also quite fungal. The commonfolk at Telvanni settlements as most of the Dunmer source their protein both from fungi* and insect meat. But Telvanni nobles love nurturing peculiar worldviews and traditions that differentiate them from other races - or even other Dunmer. One of them is their distaste for anything that doesn’t grow in soil. They frown upon hunter traditions of Ashlanders and stock-raising of house Redoran and regard them as “primitive” in contrast to the delicate art of growing fungi. The alchemy ingredients are an obvious exception from this rule, but in general as their occupations don’t usually include menial work, their light and low-calorie cuisine perfectly matches their lifestyle. This resulted in traditional cuisine of the nobility being solely plant-, or more specifically, mushroom-based**, that contrasts sharply with the cuisine of Skyrim that is rich in venison and other animal-based foods***. Noble Telvanni shun debilitating ingredients such as alcohol and moon sugar in their everyday cuisine, as keeping their minds sharp is their main priority. In order to get an indulgent sweet taste marshmerrow is used instead. Telvanni rarely import vast quantities of vegetables from other provinces as house Hlaalu does. They use commonly grown foods like saltrice, ash yams or mushrooms as the base ingredients of the dishes. In some aspects they prefer to stick to the Dunmer traditions. The nobles, though, indulge themselves in expensive imported berries - not only because of their magic-enhancing abilities but also because of their extravagant taste. As the Telvanni ranks feature numerous alchemists the import of alchemical ingredients is obviously very common. Telvanni chefs gradually incorporated some of the exotic spices into traditional cuisine. Especially valued are the most characterful of them that fancy up the bland taste of mushrooms, such as juniper, ginseng or garlic****. * In real life mushrooms are a rather poor source of protein compared to legumes like beans and lentil. But since there are no legumes in TES universe (at least as far as I know) let's suppose there are some protein-rich mushrooms Telvanni can plant. ** It’s also worth mentioning that I’m a Telvanni-fixated vegan ass myself so that’s a more probable reason why I made my beloved house also vegan xD *** A lovely example of that contrast you can encounter in @thana-topsy ‘s fanfic “Breathing Water”. This would nicely explain Neloth’s preference for apple cabbage stew. **** This recipe for example resembles Telvanni cuisine, it was one of the inspirations from my imaginary dishes above.

Above I’ve come up with some examples of what noble Telvanni would eat on a daily basis.

Thanks for reading that and take care :3

[sims-tec]

A collection of plants from Fallout 4 and New Vegas, as well as Morrowind. I call it, Bethesda's Buds. For the record, they're purely decorative.

Morrowind: Ash Yam, Bittergreen, Corkbulb Root, Emperor Parasol large and small, Gold Kanet, Hackle-Lo, Heather, Kreshweed, Marshmerrow, Saltrice, Stoneflower Petals, Trauma Root, Wickwheat, Willow Anther.

Fallout 4: Tato, Mutfruit, Razorgrain, and Tarberry.

New Vegas: Buffalo Gourd, Banana Yucca, Brain Fungus, Broc Flower, Coyote Tobacco, Date Palm Tree, Glowing Fungus, Honey Mesquite, Jalapeno Peppers, Pinto Beans, White horsenettle, and Xander Root.

You'll notice the vault suit has been updated, added vault 4. The plants cost $0, automatically buy one after the first one, and have the same template at the other decor, 2x1 and in edit town landmarks. Naturally, they'll be in the plant section of the decor instead of rooftops. Base game, and enjoy!

Google Drive: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1QrRwiG07l00qw1NUvFB7p2kugBVrhjfa/view?usp=sharing

SimFileShare: https://simfileshare.net/filedetails/5381739/

[jiubilant]

how hot do the Vvardenfellian Dunmer serve their food. (racial 75% resistance to fire damage.) how does the scarcity of timber impact their mealtimes: are we sitting on chairs from imported wood, or on cushions on the floor. what do they age their alcohol in? shein is comberry wine, if you're fermenting wine you have to accept that sometimes, the cask will explode. are wooden and corkbulb barrels meant for bougie greef aged for fifty years before it's first served. what are we brewing shein and sujamma in. ("liquor made from fermented saltrice" is sujamma Fantasy Sake.) what are we using to fuel our cookfires and our pottery kilns. does "chitin" behave like eggshells when exposed to vinegar. I am losing my mind

YOU. KEEP TALKING

i've put a bit of thought into that first question...i don't always interpret game mechanics as canon but i think that the velothi resistance to fire is a fun detail so i've folded it into my worldbuilding to an extent

my take is that only a dunmer's skin is resistant to fire (so eating scalding food would hurt), and only somewhat; dunmer can't walk through infernos unscathed, but they can reach into the hearthfire to snatch out something important that was tossed in (the fire would still burn their hands, but not as quickly and painfully as it would burn ours). ravi does this in the wip at least twice and both times is like "it's all right dears we're born with oven mitts on in deshaan—oh god oh fuck"

[vehksfingerguns]

Tagged by @changelingsandothernonsense!

I wont tag anyone else because I'm days late on this one. But as always, if you wanna do it, have at it!

This week Sujamma wants to hear all about your big ideas. What’s a new story idea or OC idea you have? Maybe you haven’t fleshed it out yet - this is a great opportunity!

Unrelated to Rathas's story, but I've had another OC percolating who I am working on!

Here's his WIP preset for Skyrim.

Dres Yengrith Erandryn Velas, or Rand, is a rich boy gone rogue.

The shell of his story is that he is the second son of wealthy saltrice plantation owners who for unknown reasons -- although Rand suspects some sort of foul play at hand -- did fairly well throughout the Argonian invasion, managing to hold onto most of their holdings. His family has turned from slavery to sharecropping, as a way of holding onto their labor force in spite of the slavery ban.

However, they still held onto the beliefs and values of House Dres: isolationism, Dunmeri supremacy, and the belief that Morrowind belongs to the Dunmer and that all other races should be exiled from their borders. For Rand, these beliefs are provincial and backwards. Well educated despite his parents best efforts to shield him from outside influence, Rand took off when he was 17 and made for Cyrodiil, landing in Mir Corrup, a wealthy resort town in the Nibenay Basin.

With refined manners honed by interacting with many of Morrowind's elite families throughout the years, Rand assimilated easily in Mir Corrup. He was young, handsome, a great conversationalist, sexually adventurous, and had just a little bit of exoticism that the Imperial elite seemed to really favor. High end escorting became an easy job for him to fall into and that's how he got his start in Cyrodiil -- essentially as a male courtesan.

He's a few years older now, late 20s, and has taken up as a burlesque style acrobatics performer after a fling with a member of a travelling circus troupe. Recently, the troupe he was working with was hired by someone to journey to Solitude for a performance related to the wedding of Emperor Titus Mede II's cousin Vittoria. His trip to Skyrim, however, does not go as planned.

[changelingsandothernonsense]

OC Food Preferences

I got tagged by @sulphuricgrin and I think it's a great idea! I write about various foods in my fics a lot, so this should be fun.

Josh has a lot of issues with his sense of taste, and just his body telling him he needs food in general, so he often forgets to eat. With the loss of most of his sense of taste, most food has lost its allure and since it all just tastes of ash now, Josh just doesn't see a point.

He does, however, still taste some things, mostly salt and spices, and he's very big on textures as a result. Before he caught Corprus and lost his sense of taste, Josh really enjoyed sweets, mostly anything sweetened with marshmerrow and citrus. He was a huge fan of marshmerrow cakes. Josh has always been into spicy food, and this carries over after his infection. He's well known for adding chilli oil to his foods whenever possible, and Geldis always has some on hand for whenever he's making Josh something.

Since Josh mostly judges food on texture and seasoning, he's narrowed what he likes significantly, and he already was a picky eater. His comfort foods are saltrice congee with bantam guar floss (or shredded, it just has to be dried) and marshmerrow cakes in lemon syrup (he likes the bouncy texture). He gets really sick in the stomach if he consumes dairy, so he makes a point to avoid it and won't touch anything that's been in contact with it. He'd rather starve than deal with that. He also gets a similar reaction with anything made from kwama or anything made from nix-creatures, and he detests the texture of eggs.

Given that kwama eggs are a staple food in Morrowind, feeding him something that doesn't have kwama as an ingredient is difficult. As far as proteins go, he actually really likes horse, which was a fairly common meat in Blacklight. He prefers bantam guar over pony guar, though he will eat both. He tolerates fish but wouldn't order it if he had a choice. He does like mudcrabs, but finds the process of catching them to be difficult since he broke his pelvis and he thinks chicken tastes like bantam guar but like...less gamey.

As for drinks, Josh prefers black kaveh or coffee, matze and woe be anyone who gives him ale. You will not hear the end of his rantings on why ale shouldn't qualify as alcohol.

[Josh with breakfast, saltrice congee with added chilli oil and Spiced Skinpeel Simmer which is a tea that is meant to relieve the discomfort of corprus lesions, the scrib jelly in it always makes him ill but he makes an exception for this case because it lessens the pain and stiffness somewhat].

[nuwanders]

wip wednesday

i haven't had anything to post in a long while, but this week is finally an exception! :)

tagged by @dirty-bosmer and @labskeever thanks both!

tagging @lucien-lachance @wispstalk @creaking-skull @stormbeyondreality @kiir-do-faal-rahhe

@falmerbrook @zvona @blackfeathercourt @connortheconceded @moriche

Tucked away between the grand staircases of the entrance hall, in the proverbial heart of the residence, sits the Dutheri family shrine. The great oak doors lie shut, indicating that the shrine is in use. Mathyas can hear muffled voices emanating from within; the high-pitched whines of his cousins, and Aunt Jothryn, berating. A tinny rattle suggests that something has been knocked from its perch. Then Aunt Jothryn is scolding, venomous and low, and one of the twins begins to cry— The door opens suddenly, making Mathyas start. “Mathyas,” says Jothryn, surprised. A twin hangs from each arm; Anya’s little face is scrunched up like a wet rag, and snot dribbles over her lip into an open, wailing mouth. Mathyas grimaces inwardly.  “Dayn, Aunt Jothryn,” he says, raising his voice over the sound of incessant crying.  “Dayn,” she replies somewhat absently. “Look, Mathyas, I— sorry. There’s a bit of a mess in there. I was going to find someone to clean it up, but…” She looks at him hopefully, head tilted to one side. “You wouldn’t mind, would you?”  He shakes his head. “No, Aunt Jothryn.”   Jothryn sighs. “Wonderful,” she says. “Oh, Anya, you wicked thing— you must cease with this terrible wailing, it’s your own fault…” Mathyas is relieved to shut the door behind him, enclosing himself in peaceful solitude. Jothryn was right about the mess; the offering stand has been knocked from the altar, scattering tiny black saltrice grains in their thousands across the floor tiles. The smoke of recently extinguished frankincense pools in the vaulted ceiling. Sighing, Mathyas pushes aside the curtain that obscures the inner shelves of the altar and rummages through the darkness in search of a dustpan. He sweeps up the saltrice, digging with his fingers when the grains end up caught between the floor tiles. He returns the copper offering stand to its rightful place atop the altar. He relights the frankincense, and rinses his hands in the basin by the door. Then he takes his own position on the floor mat and bends forward in deep submission.  “Grandmothers, grandfathers, all honourable ancestors… as I kneel before you, hear my prayer…”

[vosh-rakh]

Tevrelas, the best grocer in Vivec, was bored. His head was propped up on his elbows at his shop counter. It was a very slow day, and one can only check stock and straighten merchandise so many times before going mad. And if he didn’t get a customer soon, he was sure to come down with soulsickness.

The door suddenly opened. And, lucky Tevrelas, in walked the Hortator herself.

Tevrelas immediately stood up straight, his hands clasped in front of his waist, before bowing so low he hit his forehead on the counter. He glanced up from this position to see the Hortator in her intricate golden robes, gold-inlaid bonemold pauldrons extending from her shoulders like wings, sacred gauntlet Wraithguard on her right hand. In her scaled left claw she clutched a small piece of paper, held very close to her face as she squinted at the writing on it.

“My lord Hortator,” stumbled Tevrelas, “Your humble servant, Tevrelas Mothrim, at your most fervent service.”

“Stand,” grumbled the Hortator, not taking her eyes off of the list.

Tevrelas stood from his deep bow and noticed the Hortator was not alone. Behind her streamed in a throng of followers, seemingly random people off the streets of Vivec, a diverse group of men, mer, and beastfolk, each regarding the Hortator with feverish reverence and devotion.

“My lord,” asked Tevrelas, “who are they?”

“Who?” The Hortator finally lifted her head and looked around at all the people. “Oh. I don’t know.”

“W-well,” began Tevrelas, his whole body shaking, “…how may I…may I help you?”

“Hm…” muttered the Hortator, her sycophants hanging from every utterance with bated breath. She squinted hard at the paper again. “Do you have…twenty Daedra hearts?”

“Heavens, no!” exclaimed Tevrelas, before remembering who he was speaking to. “I mean…my apologies, my lord, but I do not carry Daedra hearts.”

“Alright,” said the Hortator. “What about…” She inspected the list closely again, muttering under her breath, “Damn her scrib-scratch!” Speaking at normal volume, she said, “Emeralds, sload soap, or vampire dust?”

Tevrelas’ eyes widened, straining his face. “Lord Hortator, I’m afraid you have me mistaken for an apothecary. I am but a simple grocer.” Desperate for a sale, he reached under his counter and retrieved a bundle of scrib jerky. “I have all manner of kwama and vegetable goods, if it please you. Eggs, wickwheat flour, saltrice, ashyams…”

“Ashyams?” the Hortator asked, suddenly interested again. “Do you also sell bloat?”

“Ah…no, I’m afraid.”

“Well, nevermind the ashyams, then.,” the Hortator said with a wave of Wraithguard. She took the scrib jerky from Tevrelas’ hand. “Sample?” she asked. Without waiting for a response, she took a bite, chewing quietly. “Hm. Well-seasoned. Tender,” she said after swallowing. “Good day, Devrala.” She turned and pushed her way through the crowd to leave.

Tevrelas buried his face in his hands. How can he be the best grocer in Vivec if he can’t cinch a deal with the Hortator?

“Sera Devrala?”

Tevrelas looked up. Several of the Hortator’s unexpected retinue had stayed behind and were standing before his counter. A young Dunmer woman asked, “May we have some of this jerky the Hortator favors?”

Tevrelas’ frown became a wide grin. “Yes, of course – but not for free!”

[lollich0p]

I added some offerings around the shrines Vivec I like to think people can 'pay' for blessing with things other than gold if they relate to the saint. Anyways here's the Shrine of Saint Neveravr and the Shrine of Vivec's Fury. Explanation of offerings under cut!

I feel like Nerevars shrine gets a lot of books and various weaponry as it main offerings though potions and alchemical items like the salts and flowers pop-up as less expensive offerings.

On Nerevars right (our left) is a decorative bowl filled with various flowers and other fragrant herbs a few leaves of scathecraw and hackle-lo having been left outside the bowl due to their size. This bowl is regularly emptied and the ingredients are either composted and returned to the soil or used by the priests for potion making.

The books from left to right are Invocation of Azura, 36 Lessons of Vivec sermon 27, and The Book of Dawn and Dusk. Books are often left by wealthier shrine visitors Mages Guild members and those of House Telvanni.

The center prayer mat currently has an Iron Sparkaxe offered by the Fighters Guild. A dwarven halberd offered by my own nerevarine (offered before leaving to free Mehra Milo from the Ministry of Truth). And two small pots of frost are fire salts respectively.

The left side features a large bowl for potions and the occasional alcoholic beverage currently hosting a fortify intelligence, restore strength, paralyze, and rising force potion. While being symbolically offered to Nerevar the priesthood does take them and does their best to give the potions to those in need of them before they spoil (though the paralyze potion will most likely sit for years).

There is also fairly frequent offerings of armor pieces though usually not the expensive enchanted cuirass and belt seen here. There's also a fine steel sword offered by an imperial ambassador, and 20 dire sparkarrows.

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Vivec being a living god means that almost all of his offerings go straight to him for his personal use. Though some offerings make their way back to the temple for the priests to distribute as they see fit. Vivec's shrine gets the most varied offerings being given anything from food to finery.

Seen on the left food and drink is a very popular choice amongst both the rich and poor of the city. After all a living god must be fed. The decorative bowl has to be emptied at least once a day though due to sheer amount of food given it often ends up being multiple. Currently there's a few servings of scuttle and saltrice along with a small kwama egg and a clay flask of strong liquer. But baked goods of all kinds, juices, dried smoked or even pickled meats, and raw fruits and vegetables like ash yams have made their way into this bowl. Nearby there are also some sealed glass containers surely also containing foodstuffs.

The books being offered from left to right are The Four Suitors of Benitah, 2920 Rain's Hand, Silence, and a scroll of Ondusi's Unhinging.

The center has two dishes one with a Coda Flower and a Gold Kanat set there by the priests themselves. The Coda flower is a more popular offering to the shrine and statues outside the temple though they still make their way inside. The other dish having some of the more opulent offerings to the living god Sload Soap made with imported scented oils, gemstones, pearl, raw ebony, and even an extravagant ring.

To the right is a very large pile of coin and a few shrine goers valuables. Of course cold hard cash is a very popular and easy offering to leave at the shrine and is most often given as donation to keep the priest maintaining the shrine fed and housed.

Finally there is also a bowl that is meant to be filled with soul gems often left by pilgrims not well or brave enough to travel through Ghostgate to offer them to the Shrine of Pride.

[tastesoftamriel]

Salted caramel puffed saltrice treats

Satrice is the backbone of Dunmeri agriculture, and it stands to reason that it's made its way into just about every dish in Morrowind, both sweet and savoury. This sweet snack is beloved by Dark Elves young and old, and its chewy yet crunchy texture is addictive! Sweet yet salty, this is a timeless classic.

You will need:

200g puffed rice (chewy) or Rice Krispies (crunchy)

100g mini marshmallows (or chopped bigger marshmallows)

50g butter

2 1/2 tsp coarse sea salt flakes or lightly crushed Maldon salt (adjust to taste)

150g brown sugar (I prefer dark muscovado for this but demerara works well too)

150ml heavy cream

1 vanilla bean pod, scraped (or 1 tsp vanilla bean paste)

1/2 tsp cinnamon

1/2 tsp cardamom

Method:

In a pan, melt the butter and add the cream, vanilla, and sugar. Stir on medium heat until it begins to caramelise medium brown, about 8 minutes.

Remove from the heat, and stir in salt, cinnamon, and cardamom.

Follow with the marshmallows; fold into the caramel gently until entirely combined, about 8-10 minutes.

Fold the finished mixture into the puffed rice until evenly combined. Spoon into a baking tray or loaf pan lined with paper. Garnish with additional salt flakes, if desired. Leave to refrigerate for an hour. Cut into small square slices, and enjoy!

[trickstarbrave]

my ideas for dunmeri cuisine:

>the south and mainland uses more rice. water is more plentiful and saltrice does require a lot, though the strange wild grain was originally found to grow even in water with a high salinity, making it perfect for even saltwater marshes

>northern vvardenfell tends to use a lot more wickwheat. some nobles on the mainland see wickwheat as the grain of choice for the poor ashlander nomads, and thus will turn up their noses at it. it most closely resembles farro, and it isn't too hard to cultivate but it grows like weeds in the grazelands

>ash yams are very popular, but also still more commonly eaten on vvardenfell where the high amount of ash makes them easy to grow. its not uncommon for the people of vvardenfell to use it to make fillings or flatbreads

>stews and stuffed veggies are staple main dishes usually served with a salad and some kind of bread and sauces. each region shows great variation though, and even tremendous variation within a region depending on the houses and families living there. despite seeming very similar, you'll be surprised at just how different dishes can be

>noodles arent a staple food, but theyre also not uncommon. typically eaten for lunch, and can be made from grains or even starch. stir fried glass noddles and veggies are very common in various places in morrowind, with everything from a sweet a savory taste to super spicy.

>meat and game are more reliable food sources in northern vvardenfell, and thus you'll find cuisines of ashlanders, ald ruhn, and other northern vvardenfell towns (and in the first era, house dagoth) to rely more heavily on it. the constant ash storms means its sometimes easier to rely on meat of nix hounds, nix oxes, and guar than trying to grow things reliably. this is a point of contention as many southern nobles see the meat heavy dishes as crude and unsophisticated.

>kwama eggs are another common food you'll find across morrowind in everything from savory foods to sweets. kwama egg tarts, preserved kwama eggs on congee/poridge, and more. sometimes they'll be wrapped with ground meat, breaded, and deep fried with a blend of dunmeri spices and the rich yolk oozing out, especially popular in dunmeri taverns outside of morrowind.

[talldarkandroguesome]

4th of Rain's Hand, Fredas

My girls have returned to their mother. The house feels so empty. The time went by too fast. There has been too much occurring and I still feel like they should have had a proper amount of time here this month.

We received word that there might be some serious consequences for any non-Pact citizen in the city next week, for there is a desire, in the wake of the Grand Council meeting, to put a temporary hold on the movement of those without Pact citizen papers moving in and out of the city physically and magically.

The last thing I wanted was to have to explain something like this to Nabine and how it was contributing to her children being longer with me. Not to mention the stress and fear it might cause the girls. I love them too much for that. And so, before there would be a question for those traveling to Grahtwood with Bosmer children, we made the choice to deliver them safely home, stating that I was being forced to travel and that I would rather Nabine have the girls than to leave their care and education to Mother alone. I know Nabine would see this as a mercy, as she has little love for my mother and her way of letting the House decide what life should look like.

With Sildras deep in his studies and Avon busy supporting with the needs of the household, there is little time to truly give the girls what they need anyhow. At least, that is what I tell myself to assuage the guilt. It hurts my heart to see them go, but this is better than the alternative. At least, I hope.

The House Council has continued to have its limited closed sessions. I do not know what came of the Grand Council, but it must have been something more than just the squabbles of our Nord neighbors. At least, I would assume. Or have things truly gotten so bad, I wonder?

I have been overseeing the last of the agricultural preparations for the spring planting. Rain's Hand, as its name promises, has been kind, providing already three days of rain to help the young saltrice plants thrive.

Yesterday I helped the gardener with planting a new fruit tree, imported from Blackwood, but one that was certainly popularized by the Imperials that moved there from Cyrodiil. A freshly budding pomegranate, a symbol of abundance, something which I hope to inspire for those in our household.

I also had a patch of different grains put in, given how poorly the crop yielded last year. I want to put in extra grains so that we do not have to immediately yield to the high costs in market, should it come to that. And if we do not need to rely on it, then the spare can be donated to the Temple. Or maybe I will gift it to Black-Silk-Earth to sell at market for profit of her farming enclave.

Tomorrow I will concentrate on the meditation garden and decide what to replace from last year's terrors brought on by Urtisa. Some of the hedges and trees have survived the process, but there are definite spots that need replacement.

Monday, I hear that they will be opening up the House Council for the rest of the membership to return. I suspect that is when I will hear of the outcomes of all of these secret sessions. At least, the things that Mother has not allowed me to be privy to the content of. I cannot wait to see which pathetic soul will be sent over to Solitude to try and speak on behalf of the Pact. Imagine, a Dunmer diplomat being received with any due in Solitude! The Council truly is out of their depth and has no understanding of Nord politics.

I think we would be best served if it were a Redoran who went, their battle prowess and dedication to order would be somewhat better received. A Telvanni would never be trusted in the least, as humorous as it might be to see what would come out of it, I fear that would doom our Pact allies to having to battle on yet another front. A Hlaalu would try and bribe every official they met, which has a slim chance of working, but I would hate to see how much a Hlaalu would gloat is selected. I will not dare to even bring up the Dres. They have nothing to offer.

Regardless of which House ends up saddled with the task, I do not envy their representative. I admit, it would be nice to be chosen as a sort of cultural advisor on the mission. Can you imagine how fun that would be? I might almost feel like I was back in Intelligence again. B'Cahn, how much easier those days truly were.

Well, I am unlike to be chosen as an advisor, given how the House Council feels about me. I can just be grateful that I can stay at home and continue to help my son to grow into the great mage he is destined to become.

[allthingstamriel]

Bal Foyen

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Bal Foyen, on the southern coast of Morrowind's Inner Sea, was a wild expanse of marshland until recently. Now much of it has been turned over to the Dark Elves' former Argonian slaves, who plant saltrice and herd guar in the former wastes...

“Go to the watchtower, just past the village of Dhalmora. Tell the soldiers there to light the signal fires along the coast. The fires will warn Davon's Watch that war is upon them." - Captain Rana 

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