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13353 Skyrim SE
I tried a few script functions (extended race functions), GetID() and GetName() and they all worked fine. Original LE scripts didn't even need recompiling they just worked off the bat. Most impressive.
Bethesda owns the .esp file format.
They can legally dictate how their format is spread and whether people are allowed to make money from it.
Ahah. Now that's an interesting approach in solving this matter :D
Sometimes I fantasize about Bethesda releasing Oblivion or Morrowind as digital downloads on current-gen consoles, but running at 1080p/60fps... what a dream
I would gladly pay full price for 64-bit, DirectX 11 versions of both Morrowind and Oblivion. I can imagine it would have huge benefits for resource-hungry mods like Oblivion's Better Cities or Morrowind's Tamriel Rebuilt. It might also open up the possibility of console modding for those games as well. I seriously doubt this will ever happen...but, then, I once insisted, categorically, that Bethesda would never remaster a game. So who knows? ;)
The document is written from the perspective of one who doesn't know quite as much as we know, one who has for the most part access to in-game materials (or materials stated to be present in the Imperial Library at any rate) but lacks one crucial thing that we got: Direct access to Vivec himself.
Granted, Vivec didn't tell us much on the subject, but he did drop some important bits of information, I think.
Vivec told us one of the two accounts listed, The Battle of Red Mountain, was his own accurate account of the events, while the other, Nerevar at Red Mountain, was a legend.
He also seemed to indicate that the Tribunal DID NOT cause the disappearance of the Dwarves, and I gather from the events of Morrowind that they never had access to the heart until AFTER the Dwemer vanished, and AFTER Dagoth Ur had begun tampering with it.
This information would tend to favor the notion that the Dwemer caused their own disappearance, and that it was an intentional act.
We are faced with the problem that in-game material contains conflicting accounts, and is supposed to be inaccurate in some accounts because it is the opinion of individuals that don't have all the answers. Even the more esoteric and mysterious sources cannot be confirmed in their accuracy.
Personally I think that the answer is no where spelled out in its entirety, but all of the pieces are there to allow someone clever enough to figure out what the Devs themselves intend to be the truth.
I favor the theory that Kagrenac did not fail, or make some sort of mistake. I have been puzzling over a few pieces of information that might indicate why things proceeded in the way they did.
One is the question, why were ALL of the Chimer bound to the decision of the Tribunal, and transformed in the Dunmer, even though they did not consent to these acts, or in some cases had turned away from their kin in some ways.
This is important because ALL of the Dwemer vanished, even though we have evidence they did not all agree to Kagrenac's plan.
It's referenced in the Nu-Mantia intercept that 'Ayleid' can bear two meanings, one as a genetically linked race, and one as a philosophy. This is used here in regards to the the threat that the Ayleids were not wiped out, but were arising as a threat. THis refers, I think, to Mankar Camoran and the Oblivion Crisis.
" it should be noted here that it is always foolish to think of whole races sharing like minds. "Ayleid" is as much a metaphysical designation as it is a cultural one. Just like the earliest Chimer who orphaned themselves from the Velothi Exodites, but remain Chimer today, large numbers of Ayleids showed more interest in the immediate earthly needs of agriculture rather than the magical needs of concept-farming. This distinction becomes important later, when "Ayleid" begins to designate other, and ofttimes foreign, agencies."
We also have reference earlier in this work that Numidium was an instrument of anti-creation.
I think, perhaps, the most important thing we need to consider is the origin and purpose of the Dwemer. They, like all mer, arose from the Aldmer. The Aldmer were the descendants of those who had watched Auriel depart 'so that they could watch and find the way to do it themselves' (paraphrase). The various races of mer all sought various ways of replicated Auriel's departure so that they too could attain divinity. The Ayleids constructed their own tower, White Gold, and borrowed from the Daedra to do it. The Altmer seem to be preoccupied with the notion of undoing creation in its entirety (presumably) and hope to deactivate the towers. The Dwemer sought a different approach, looking downward rather than outward, and studied creation itself to learn how to undo it in a more controlled manner. Perhaps discovering the heart of Lorkhan was a great stroke of good fortune, but it's more likely they sought it out intentionally. It's sometimes presented like they just happened upon it, but I think they went to Vvardenfell specifically with the goal of locating and studying it.
The Dwemer, I think, were looking for a way to follow in the steps of Auriel and return to the divine.
I think they succeeded.
The document mentioned in a previous post does bring out an important point: Numidium stayed behind. The Dwemer apparently intended for others to follow them, but were thwarted by the Tribunal, or more specifically by Azura who perhaps had more selfish motives in ensuring that mortals retained their mortality. To the dunmer the Dwemer were heretics. This is largely because to their own gods, the dwemer were a threat. IT is elsewhere mentioned that it is wrong to think the Dwmer were not pious or devoted. I think, rather, they revered the Aedra, and honored them. It was not blasphemy to them to not worship them in the same way as other mer, but they rather paid them the highest honor by attempting to return to them. They were their children, returning home.
I summary, My own personal conclusion is Kagrenac succeeded. The Dwemer were not destroyed, but were 'un-created' in the sense of the TES universe. This is a universe where creation is the result of the death of the Gods, who sacrificed themselves so that the world could exist, but where a few of these gods who had a part in it chose to 'uncreate' or withdraw from the Mundus. The Dwemer were the only race of mer that has come to our knowledge that succeeded in the goal they all share: to return to the divine. In order to do this, their physical forms had to be destroyed, turned to dust (or ash) so that they could transcend this reality. I don't know if they achieved CHIM or not. They may have returned to the state of primordial existance, or perhaps they merely departed from Mundus and went to Aetherius. But I think they did not fail to attain a divine state. It's an important point that Vivec refers to Numidium as a 'walking star'. Remember waht stars are, holes torn in the Mundus by the et'Ada that departed for Aetherius. To refer to Numidium in this way, I think, suggests that the Dwemer followed them. I don't think they attained CHIM, because I don't think that was their goal. I think they followed Auriel.
There is one fatal flaw in the idea that the Dwemer had immortality already, but it could be excused fairly easily. Yagrum Bagarn never mentions this. He in fact seems to suggest the contrary. He suggests they were not immortal, by postulating that Kagrenac succeeded in granting them immortality, but accidentally may have banished them to an outer realm. Of course you could attribute this to his failing memory, but something like being immortal and god-like (assuming the author thinks the Dwemer may have been linked to the heart in the same manner as the Tribunal) seems like something you wouldn't forget.
“It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both,” -Machiavelli
Anilius paced from side to side, giving periodic glances to the man prostrated before him in his dungeon, as if to make sure he was still there and had not somehow escaped. He knew this man, he was a friend and if it he had been wiser, he would not be in this position. But for all of the attributes that he could attribute to Roland, wisdom was not one of them. He was certainly strong, silver-tongued, and especially gifted with a razor-sharp wit, but he was not wise and unfortunately for him, that would be his undoing.
Roland’s awakening was hastened by the realization of his predicament as he tried to move only to realize his arms and legs were tied. That he was captive on cold, stone floor far removed from the sun or anyone who would hear his cries for help, assuming he debased himself to such an extent that he would cry for help.
“Anilius?” he asked. “Why am I here? Why’d you drug me?”
Anilius abruptly stopped as he heard him speak and turned his focus entirely to his captive.
“Roland, Roland, Roland,” he said, shaking his head as he resumed his pacing, no longer taking his eyes off of his friend. “Is it really necessary to ask questions you and I both know the answer to?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play games with me, Roland—I don’t have to make this quick.”
“Have you lost your damned mind, Anilius? We’re friends; I came here to eat with you and to enjoy your company—not to be your punching bag in some god-forsaken dungeon.”
“Friends?” he laughed at the preposterous nature of such a claim. “You call me your friend, but you steal from me?”
“Steal from you? What have I taken from you?”
“The Mines, Roland. The damned mines. I told you that I was staking them out and you went behind my back to buy them outright before they went to auction.”
“[censored], Anilius, you know as well as I do that those mines were a steal. You blame me for doing what’s best for my people?”
The Prince stopped once more and looked down for a moment before returning his focus to Roland.
“No, Roland. I don’t blame you for doing what’s best for your people; I blame you for stealing from me.”
“I had as much right to those mines as you did, you [censored].”
“You know what happens to those who cross me, Roland. You know and you still did it,” Anilius said with a calculated tone. “I treated you like a brother and you do what? You turn around and stab me in the back. Maybe I made a mistake all those years ago.”
“If it weren’t for me, you’d be dead a dozen times over, Anilius. Do you really want to measure who owes who here?”
“Absolutely, because I intend to pay you in full for all that you’ve done.”
“By killing me?”
“By making it quick. Normally, I wouldn’t be so generous.”
“Then do it. I should’ve never gotten in the middle of you and Aristos all those years ago.”
“But you did and for that, I can never thank you enough—but I do not suffer those who would plunge a knife in my back.”
Anilius cut his friend’s words short. His eyes welling as he focused on the incision across his friend’s throat. All the while, he was trying to ignore the gargled gasping for air; he would’ve enjoyed it in most cases, but not this time. Roland was somebody he cared about—somebody he would even go so far as to say he loved, but Roland made a fatal mistake. He got in the way of business.
With a tear rolling down his cheek, the Prince rose to his feet as he felt the warmth of Roland’s blood soak into his pants, but he still couldn’t avert his eyes from his friend or force himself to move. He was locked in a paralysis that seemed as though it would never end and when it did, he forced himself up the stairs and rang the bell as he climbed them.
It would be only a few minutes before one of the servants would make their way down to this sinister chamber to dispose of the body, but they would recognize this one. They were quite fond of Roland, but they knew not to utter so much as a word about him any longer, for if they did, they themselves may end up in this room.