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An Imperial's Guide to Tamriel. Chapter I: Daggerfall Covenant
I apologise if this is the wrong section. Please move it if I am in error but this is mostly to be funny and not a real guide so I think maybe it goes here.
Greetings, fellow Imperial! Or at least I assume you're an Imperial if you're able to read. I suppose you also could be a Redguard or a Breton and if that is the case then good job on attempting to better yourself!
I am Gregorius Augustus and in this book I hope to give Imperials fleeing their Daedric infested Hellscapes a guide to the world around them.
As an Imperial I'm sure you have a lot of questions. Possibly queries such as "what happened to the Emperor?" Or "Why is the Imperial city filled with Daedra?". Both are excellent questions that I hope to get to in a later chapter but I'll get to the point at hand. Imperials have been forced out of their homelands by a massive daedric invasion (I would highly recommend that you move if you are currently living in an area under daedric occupation). So we must first choose a good place to move until our home is returned to us.
Chapter I: The Daggerfall Covenant
This is the land to our west. The standard of the Daggerfall Covenant is a blue flag with a lion on it. Presumably in an attempt to appear regal and envoke feelings of ferocity that their nation does not create on its own without the associated imagery. The covenant is ruled by a dreadfully dull man named Emeric. His title is the "High King" in a seeming attempt to make himself sound more interesting and powerful. He wears a beautiful tiara and is the envy of all the princesses in his land.
The Daggerfall Covenant's capital is the city of Wayrest and oddly not Daggerfall which is usually a great source of confusion for it's populace which largely consists of pig farmers and tavern workers. The covenant is made up of three main races.
Bretons: Very similar to us in that they appear almost Imperial if not for their lack of ability to get a tan. These people are often mages or pig farmers. An average conversation with a Breton tends to be either about the latest magical tome they read or about how their pig had babies.
Bretons make up the bulk of the Covenant leadership and their lands are lush green fields swarming with Wolves and imps. Their armour styles seem to favour metal plates but lack the elegance of the Imperial style as the Bretons are a poor folk and they would have to sell their entire farm or possibly their book collection to get armour with the same fine detail as can be found in the Imperial army.
Redguard: These people inhabit the desert to the south west of our lands. Skilled with a blade and often quite stylish the Redguard are an excellent border control between us and the elves. They are however dreadfully dull people who often spend hours talking about long dead ancestors or swords. They would rather be consumed by zombies than upset their ancestors.
The redguard are a people who have been molded by their environment. Seeing as that environment often contains terrifying nightmare beetles with acid blood who can turn invisible it's to be expected that their military skills are formidable.
Orcs: a bizare green skinned race that has only recently begun rebuilding a decent capital for themselves after it was destroyed for the twentieth time. I've heard stories about how fearsome orcs can be in combat but I've yet to meet an orc who lived up to the reputation as they often seem to be more interested in baking or trying to rebuild their ruined capital yet again. A typical conversation with an orc will begin with them trying to intimidate you and then usually devolve into how long its been since they've had a delicious stew and how they wish they could find a recipe with just the right amount of boar in it.
Their armour styles are clunky and ugly but not in a way that matches their legends of fearsome warriors. One would expect to see fearsome feral beasts wearing hides and bone but instead they seem content to wear gawdy armour that looks like a high elf got drunk and tried to craft in a new style. This is a case of a group of creatures with big stubby fingers trying their best to craft masterpieces and the results coming out about as well as could be expected.
In the war for Cyrodil the armies of Daggerfall can often be found inside their walled fortresses trying to haggle for better armour or sword prices. When they remember that there is in fact a war on their assault forces often consist of five soldiers manning fifteen trebuchets. They can often be chased off by anyone actually determined to defend the city and often rely on their enemies forgetting to leave a garrison.
The next chapter will touch on the Aldemeri Dominion.