EMPEROR AND HEIRS BURRIED
The Imperial City – His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Uriel Septim VII and all the members of the Imperial Family, who perished tragically to the hands of assassins unknown on the eve of Harvest’s End, were buried today during the early afternoon hours in the Sovereign’s Spire of the Green Emperor Way with highest Imperial honors. Besides the friends and relatives of the Family, members of the Elder Council, and the highest representatives of the Imperial institutions, more than seventy diplomatic delegations from all parts of the Empire observed the funeral. The final homage to the late Emperor was also given by the representatives of various guilds, religious communities, and independent organizations as well as by numerous individuals of the public and cultural scene of the Imperial City. Thousands of citizens accompanied the last direct descendants of the Septim bloodline, hallowed by divine Talos himself, in a vast procession the likes of which hadd never been seen in the history of the Empire. The gathered people covered every step of the way the procession was to take with flowers and tears.
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God, the memories.
By SnowSkadi. Possibly the most epic piece of fanart ever.
Note: This chapter was coauthored by Logsig and yours truly. The credit for all the good parts goes to the first author, as does my ever-growing gratitude. I also wish to thank Misfire Anon for the final touches, and for critique as well as encouragement. Couldn’t have done it without you, guys.
Nine hours before the attack on Feros.
Garrus followed Nihlus up the service stairs without another word, twitching with nervous energy. When they emerged in the starboard hallway on the crew deck, his heart started pounding. But they walked past the locked door to their shared cabin and moved on towards the mess hall. Dinner, then? His heart rate returned to normal. Almost. The mess was empty, save for a single crewman who followed their march with a suspicious stare. Nihlus took the exit at the aft end. Ah. The gym.
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STREETS CLOSED FOR TRAFFIC
The Imperial City – The central streets of the Imperial City that the funeral procession will pass through, from the Palace to the Allies of Eternity, will be closed for traffic starting today afternoon, until tomorrow evening after the funeral. Citizens are requested to remove their livestock and all personal belongings such as carts, wagons, crates, barrels, furniture and flower pots from the indicated streets. Any items that might possibly interfere with the movement of the procession will be confiscated and/or forcefully removed.
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Ten hours before the attack on Feros.
“…and then she took her shirt off – just like that – and showed her breasts to me. Can you imagine? I was never so grateful for the mask in my entire life. Yes, yes, I know what you’re thinking. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, right? Well, wrong. I have never seen anyone else’s breasts. Not in person, anyway. I blushed so hard I thought my mask would melt. She does have a very lovely pair of breasts, you know. Round and full, but not heavy. The bruise was really bad, though. A black patch, about the size of my hand. She started crying when she saw it. I told her she was lucky to get out of there alive, but that made her cry even more.”
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Many thanks to Misfire Anon for making this, and being, as always, a radiant source of joy and inspiration.
