To sola ,

Hopefully u read my last message but in this one id like to apolagize for not writing in awhile.

Warchief of clan Bogmack,
Urkro Gro-Bogmack

To all readers,

If any of my letter recipients are still in Cyrodiil, no doubt that you have heard rumours of the Imperial City now being a battleground for the 3 banners. I have tried to weasel my way in, but it seems like every division is completely full. Whatever, I'm sure that the volunteers will subside once they find out that a lot of them are going to die over there.

Anyways, I am thinking that I can get myself over there as a medic, but I think I will let everything die down a bit first; my hands are full enough as it is.

Sola Auroron

To the writer of the previous letter I received, Zoic,

What a story. I sure am thankful I was not raised in such a manner. I had an easy life, being raised by relatively wealthy parents. I only joined the Aldmeri Dominion Military out of desperation to prevent myself from being arrested for Daedra worship.

I figured that the war would be a holy fight for the conquest of Cyrodiil to make the world a better place. They said that I should keep my nose where it belonged: facing the floor as I purified bodies. They said that that answer was right. I am sure that you could have figured it out by now, but the Aldmeri Dominion is run nearly exclusively by Altmer, no matter what Queen Ayrren wants to say. I have some notable recognition in being a servant of Meridia and being body purifier. I eventually made my way to the grand warlord in the military and asked them what their orders were. They said that it was to conquer Cyrodiil, and then the whole war for the rest of Tamriel only began. I did not believe in that.

The only reason I am still in Cyrodiil is to ensure that the dead bodies of soldiers do not rise to become undead, which poses a serious problem. I guess though, that they also send me out on expeditions to destroy pockets of Daedra. But I find myself as part of a cause I do not believe in.

For so long I have been saying that this war is going to end the reign of everyone in Tamriel. But very few believe me. Instead, we have the Fighter's Guild and Mage's Guild, along with similar parties, fighting the important war for us.

As for you, I am sorry that you have to fight for the names of gods who you do not believe in. At least for me, I get to do all my jobs in the name of Meridia and Azura. Regardless, best of luck to you. The world will be in better shape once the war ends, no matter the victor.

With Azura's blessing,
Sola Auroron

To Zoic,

As much as I like to complain about being sheltered and forcibly withdrawn from others during my childhood, you are correct; I was raised with a loving family who did their best to equip me with the knowledge to survive and thrive. Had I not run off on my family, I would probably be sitting at home, either staring at a wall or at old books. It makes me glad that I took off. Even though my escape was more to save my own life, I was also looking for adventure. It seems that I have found it, to an extent.

You are right in saying that us Altmer hold ourselves higher than other races, and that is something I try to avoid doing with myself. Plenty of my experiences have humbled me, but that still has not been enough. But I guess having an inflated view of oneself has its advantages.

Anyways, duty calls, as always. You better have a story from your camp being attacked.

With Meridia's blessing,
Sola Auroron

To Zoic,

I am sure that by now all of the injured have either died from some sort of Daedric disease, or turned into their attackers. Although it is likely too late to save those, there is always a way to cure any kind of ailment.

First, we both know of conventional healing magic and apothecarial remedies. Then, there are notably darker means of healing. I am skilled in both healing magic and Daedric healing magic. Most people tend to make pacts with the Daedra or the gods themselves to heal others or themselves. As you probably know, it usually costs a life of devotion, their soul, or another soul. The gods tend to be more benevolent, yet still, their powers fit into a more Daedric version of healing than normal magic.

Of course, only those who are magically inept, which is apparently not you, seeing as you are a healer, or those lacking the knowledge of apocryphal Daedric magic, which is probably the reason, seeing as the Dremora hardly let their knowledge go without a heavy price. To say that one Prince contributes to Daedric magic more than any other is wrong, so each Prince usually has their own forms of magic that are learnable, but require quite a bit of magical aptitude to pick up.

You would probably think that Daedric magic is from Meridia and Azura. I probably know two or three of Meridia's spells from her sect of Daedric magic, and none from Azura. Where I obtain most of my knowledge in Daedric magic from is from Molag Bal. Before you get any ideas that I worship Molag Bal, the enemy of Nirn, let me tell you that I have a Dremora that I have bound, and I used to have to demand him to give me things, usually followed by me destroying his body. Of course, now that he knows better, we share a rather unusual friendship of sorts. Regardless, I ask him to bring me Daedric knowledge, and if he does not, then he ends up reforming in a pool in Coldharbour. I get what I want.

Of course several times this sort of magic has unintended consequences, such as stealing life away from others and trying to get back the said life force, but perhaps that is a story for another time. However, Molag Bal is the creator of many of the unnatural afflictions on Nirn, and he knows how they were made, and, therefore, he knows how to cure them. So, I obtain that knowledge, and learn it. Of course, generally speaking, the afflicted do not reach me before their death, so they end up arriving to me in the state of metamorphosis between death and undeath.

Regardless, with countless tangents aside, when conventional magic fails, often times Daedric magic brings progress. Of course, so long as you do not make pacts with Daedra, you end up benefiting. As I am sure you have heard countless times: be careful of Daedra. But Daedric healing magic is a very helpful school of magic to know. From my wording, you can probably tell that I consider it a separate school. It fits more closely with Conjuration than Restoration in terms of channeling Magicka.

Anyways, enough ranting for this letter. In short, Daedric magic is often times the cure to such strange ailments such as plagues and sicknesses caused by the undead. Good thing I am a follower of Meridia.

Meridia guide your healing hand,
Sola Auroron

To Zoic,

I have met Meridia a few times due to my heavy dealings with fighting Daedra. I have been to the Hollow City, in case you have ever heard of it, I have been to the Colored Rooms briefly, and have even conversed with Meridia herself. She even told me a story once, but whether or not it was factual is still something I have yet to decide. But I am still not an expert on Meridia. She is one of the Daedric Princes that we know very little about. Of course, this war has helped to shine light on her, but still she remains mysterious.

Anyways, I am not sure whether or not you are only a healer, or a templar. I guess that there is some kind of difference. One being solely a healer, the other being essentially a healer who follows an order of someone and follows rites. I guess that I fit into the templar catagory, even though I do not consider myself one. But that is just arguing semantics. Still, make sure to dispose of the ashes. They still retain magical power, and above all else, make sure that alchemists do not get their hands on it; they can use it to create potions, and that is just wrong use of remains. Of course, the rites for treatment of the deceased are my own, not really Meridia's. I guess I just do what I think she would want.

Enough for now, I will leave you with a parting thought: divinity is relative.

From Azura's follower,
Sola Auroron

To Zoic,

If only I saw Meridia more often. The few times I have seen her were the few times that she pulled my behind out of Coldharbour to prevent my death. I can easily make a portal to Coldharbour, or, how I do it now, just use a wayshrine.

As for your thought that you are weak in templaric magics, it is probably that you are stronger in a certain subject of magic. Of course, as an Altmer, that restriction generally does not apply to me. You may be more skilled in Alteration, or Illusion than Restoration or Destruction. Perhaps you may even have a natural talent for Daedric magic. And who knows, you may even be gifted in pseudo-magical arts such as Thu'um. Let me tell you that Thu'um is nowhere near my subject of natural knowledge. They say that it takes years of practice except for a select few. I guess I am not a 'select few'. And at the moment, I have nowhere near enough time to meditate on single words in a dragon language. I prefer to learn more useful languages such as Daedric.

Of course, by far the worst corpses to dispose of are Draugr corpses. I have come across a few Nordic ruins, and when I kill Draugr, it is a slow process to clean them up. It usually consists of me binding a scamp for a short time, having it burn bodies while I pray. But they are slow to burn, and very smelly. I guess the old Nords mummified their bodies to last.

With the Light of Azura,
Sola

To Zoic,

Something I have looked into, but rarely ever used except in very particular situations, is the use of magic from the School of Conjuration. Bound armor and weapons tend to fare well with an experienced conjurer. I am not sure of your natural aptitude, but, of course, mine is great. I create my own staves, and sew my own clothes, and they fare rather well in battle. Mind you, I have to replace my clothes very often because of my dealing with the undead. I could not tell you how many of my cute purple clothes have been blood-stained red. In the end, I figured that I could just either stop dying them, or just wear the same ones over and over again. Which one I do depends on my mood.

I, myself, have been in Cyrodiil for quite some time now. A few months. But every week, I tend to get a day off, and I use the local wayshrine to go to cities around Tamriel and restock my personal supplies. I would have my Dremora do it all for me, but as it turns out, people do not take well to Dremora, bound or unbound, going about business for others. That and when I summon him, he then gets forced to work extra for missing his shifts. Of course, his extra work used to not concern me; I try to schedule my needs around him now. Of course, bound Dremora make for great battle companions if you are strong enough with magic. If you are not strong enough, they tend to become unbound and slash you to death. I dealt with one of those before.

So I guess I just get stuck by myself for the days I have off. It is for the best though. I usually just make several trips between a cart I borrow for the day, and the wayshrine, and buy things with the money I find and earn. You would be surprised how quickly my large tent fills up. I guess it is better than barracks though.

Regardless, get past the war, and Cyrodiil is a great place.

Meridia protect you,
Sola

To Zoic,

I got lucky with my Dremora, whose name is Vyrkyl. Most Dremora tend to be like Altmer: full of themselves and arrogant. Not saying that he is not, but much less so than others. Plus, me having killed him about thirty times has helped in ensuring that he stays loyal. At this point, he knows though.

After joining the war, I believe that only one of my staves have been available for use for someone other than me. When I started out, I was on the frontlines as a Destruction mage. A single incident involving a Khajiit tail and a sword later, they moved me into a medical division. They took away the staff I made, and gave it to someone else. From there, I am sure it has been passed around a few times. But other than that, the staves I have made for war are for myself. Back in the Summerset Isles, I would sell mine, but they generally had no magical enchantment at all, and they were mundane.

As you wrote, duty calls. More bodies on their way. Just another day of work.

Meridia bless me,
Sola

To Zoic,

Vyrkyl was by no means different than other Dremora. I remember when we first met, and he carried me off to Coldharbour in one arm, and a runaway scamp in the other. Several times he tried to cross me, each time was met by a gulf of flames on him. He eventually warmed up to the idea of treating me well. From there it has only gotten better.

Similar to yours, this letter is also short because I have quite a bit of work I have to do.

May the light of Meridia shine on you,
Sola

To Zoic,

I wish I could swim in the local river. But it is always either red with blood, or thick with the ashes I dump into it. I do not just handle the bodies of the dead Aldmeri soldiers. I get brought the other bodies they find. Generally speaking, I send the ashes of the Aldmeri soldiers to be sent out to the family of the fallen soldier. For the Ebonheart and Daggerfall soldiers though, there are no means of transportation for them, so I have to burn the bodies and dispose of the ashes. It could be worse though. I give them their last rites and wash them into the river, which goes to the ocean. Not too bad considering they are at war with my faction.

I also learned about Daedra, Aedra, and all manner of transcendent beings from books. My father has a library in which I read as a child. He tried to stop me from reading about Daedra, but that only made me want to read about them more and more. And look where it landed me today. I am sure my family is disappointed. But whatever, because I never have to see anyone besides my sister anymore, and my sister sure does not want to talk to me.

With the blessing of Azura to you,
Sola

To Zoic,

Well, I know my family still loves me, but seeing as my encounters with my sister do not go well anymore, it makes bonding ever so harder. Not as if I can blame her. I would also be mad she drained a third of my life away. For a while though, we were recovering our relationship, but then I lost contact when the military found out she was pregnant and they took her away from Cyrodiil. Trying to contact her again would be pointless. I am sure I would get some kind of emotion-filled letter stained with tears about how in the end, it is all my fault. As if I do not feel bad enough already. Well, I feel better than I used to. I guess the closest thing I could relate it too would be if a family were to come home and find their child to be a skooma addict. They may still love you, but have lost all respect for you. I guess that is me, the skooma addict. Only they seem to treat a Daedra worshiper worse. I guess that I acted childish when I decided to leave. I was only twenty. Gods, even now I am still only twenty-one. Barely even an adult. At least in a few weeks I can be twenty-two and finally be closer to civil adulthood.

Anyways, as for Anu. I have heard of him before, and have read a small amount on him, and honestly, the information on him is rather limited. But that was all a long time ago. But your letter got me thinking. You can probably tell that the upper half of my letter is from the night before, where I may have had a bit too much to drink. I can get either emotional or energetic. Anyways, I summoned Vyrkyl, to see what he could get in Coldharbour's library for me about Anu. For some reason I was expecting a Daedric tome with knowledge that only the Daedra knew. Of course though, after the fact, I realized that if I wanted that, I have had to summon Hermaeus Mora, and last time I dealt with him, I had to give him all of my old letters I received just to live. So I got a normal Tamrielic book about Anu. From what I read, it seems that Anu and his brother Padomay are essentially the original creators of everything. Through several iterations and conflicts, Anu becomes another form of himself, and then that form of himself became Auri-El, who you probably know as Akatosh. That really seems to be all there is on Anu. It seems to be a rather cloudy subject.

I bless you in Azura's name,
Sola

To Zoic,

Having left my family certainly has been an experience which has matured me. Definitely, when I left my family I was acting childish. Thankfully I no longer act out when I do not get what I want. I could say that my exodus saved my life, but whether or not that is actually true is still unknown, and never going to be known. Of course, my youth has advantages and disadvantages. Waking up in the morning, full of energy, with my magicka fully in balance so long as I was sober the night before, and pain-free, and then when I look in a mirror or into water, and see myself, without any blemish or notable imperfection, I smile, which, some may say, could be my imperfection, alongside numerous others which are all subjective. Of course though, as said, my youth has drawbacks. I am not entrusted with much in my military dealings, outside of my normal duties of course. Someone with a position such as mine would certainly have a rank other than Tyro. That and my novel and unique take and interpretation of magic is often dismissed by others.

People assume you are a spy and a Daedra worshiper. I am a Daedra worshiper, in the most positive connotation. But people often assume I have parents of different races. You have probably not seen me, but the mix of my preferred haircut and hairstyle, alongside natural features, make me appear mixed-race. As we both know, that holds serious negative social stigma. Of course, anyone who knows me past a glance at my face can easily tell that I am an Altmer, be it from my height, personality, or magical aptitude. Of course, magical aptitude can be confused with a Breton.

As for Anu and his many forms, while it is impossible to know for sure, it seems more like Anu has gone through two metamorphoses. Just as a caterpillar becomes a butterfly. Except it seems more like Auri-El is more akin to a child of Anui-El. That being said, Auri-El is derived directly from Anui-El. Of course, your choice of worship should be entirely personal. Some say that curiosity killed the Khajiit, and look at myself, nearly killed from religious curiosity, but I think worshiping Anu would be considered an overall safer and more publicly acceptable practice than worshiping a select few Daedric Princes like myself. By far though, one of the aspects that drew me to Meridia was the fact that she was cast out among the Aedra. The curiosity of myself. Similar with Azura, on how she is portrayed as a benevolent goddess among the Dunmer. In short, go for whatever you feel as right. The religious pantheons of Tamriel and beyond are so varied, that surely you can be right in some way.

Good fortune to you,
Sola

(I seriously never would have seen the Anu-Trinity relationship had you not brought it up. Generally, I am rather good at pointing out parallelisms. I often read my own works and take mental notes of literary and rhetorical devices. But something I learned was that you can almost never read into something too much; if you can see a relationship, you just need a convincing argument to prove your point. I see your point immediately. *claps*)