Sure thing. Let’s dive into this tale of those Ayleid Elves—bear with me if things get a bit tangled, but hey, life’s messy, right?
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So, picture this: a bunch of ancient elves, the Ayleids, once ruled Cyrodiil, towering over the landscape like they owned the place (which, well, they kinda did). Then humans and beastfolk came along and decided it was time for a change. Bam—overthrow happened! But like, even after getting mostly wiped off the map, some Ayleids randomly pop back up in history. Weird, right? Like King Dynar or this guy called Umaril the Unfeathered. No idea why I remember that name—it’s just, I dunno, stuck in my head.
Now, these Ayleids? They were big fans of Meridia, who’s this Daedric Prince (I know, sounds fancy). Their hobbies included necromancy and, uh, enslaving humans. Pretty intense, huh? Anyway, they were not exactly the grandest friends, with their whole mistreatment shtick. Torture was like an art for them, apparently.
Jumping into the game world of Oblivion Remastered, the whole place is dotted with these Ayleid ruins. You’re wandering around Cyrodiil and bam—old stones everywhere. It’s like a constant reminder of their once-great empire. Imagine peeking into these ruins while exploring, wondering what story each stone could tell. Sure, most NPCs gloss over them, but the intrigue is real. They’re not just random relics; there’s history there that’s way cooler than just some old rocks.
Okay, so, ages ago, elves were all over Tamriel—thanks to the Sundering of Aldmeris, or… something like that. The Ayleids set up shop in Cyrodiil, which was prime real estate. They built the White-Gold Tower, trading literacy with some bird-people. (Bird-people? Yeah, apparently). They were obsessed with stars, too. Couldn’t get enough of that cosmic bling. It kinda defined them. I mean, crystals called Welkynd Stones? They powered entire cities underground. How dope is that?
Anyway, they worshipped Meridia, but also other Daedra. Kind of like having a favorite band, but you still check out other music. Meridia was special though. Like, she’s more of a sunshine, light kinda goddess, unlike her chaotic peers. The Ayleids vibed with that. But yeah, they didn’t limit themselves, let’s just say their religious practices got pretty wild.
And then there’s the whole enslaving bit. Humans showed up, and the Ayleids thought, “Hey, let’s enslave them.” Cruelty became their calling card. I’d say it’s a bit much, but maybe that’s just me. Alessia, a slave, had enough and prayed hard. The gods responded with a rebellion—pretty dramatic stuff.
After that, not all Ayleids were against peace. Some joined human ranks, dreaming of co-living. It sort of worked until this Alessian Order—like, the radical faction—turned up, ruining everything. By the Second Era? Ayleids sightings were rare as unicorns. The Alessian Order had really done a number on them.
Yet somehow, someone like King Dynar escaped extinction by hanging out in Coldharbour—daedric equivalent of a time-out corner. And there’s talk of Umaril the Unfeathered returning. What’s with the names, right? Anyway, feels like some fantasy movie comeback.
So yeah, this chaotic history still lingers, tangled up with ruins and legends scattered all over Cyrodiil. Makes you wonder who really writes history—the victors or the ones who survive in whispers. Anyway, I should probably wrap this up. Or was there more I wanted to add? Meh, lost my train of thought. Happens.
