It was there, when camped upon what would be known as the Sancre Tor, that her two great divine gifts were given to her: The Son of Kyne, the great winged bull Morihaus, a demigod in his own right to the nords come to assist her in her pursuit and Pelinal, Star Made Knight, garbed in plate outside his era and filled with a fury and bloodlust and hate for elven kind unmatched by any of Tamriel.

After her victory over the city of her imprisonment she fled north with her small army to nordic lands amongst the rough northern hills, where nordic outposts feuded against ayleids and the two held boundaries against one another, respected only by their shared belief that they were not capable of overthrowing the other. It is stated that she received visions at these times knowledge and prophecies divulged to her by Kynareth, Mara, Dibella, and Shezarr.

What is known is that at a young age she led a slave rebellion at Sard that proved successful, and forced the exile of Nilichi from his city and to the great ayleid city upon the central islands. The exacts of her revolution are unknown to historians. The lords often used these soul-bargains to make themselves almost as though gods Gordhauur the Shaper, who's flesh would always come back, Agnoreith the Seer, who could see all possibilities in the pattern, Umaril the Unfeathered, himself born of bed-marriage between elf and Merid-Nunda- these are only a few examples. And so it was that in those days the tribal men of the south had been rendered naught but tools and toys to elves, used as easels for art-torture, menial labor, and bred by the thousands for mass sacrifice to daedric lords for powerful soul-bargains unseen with any other culture to this day. But when the exiles arrived they were no match though it did not happen suddenly, the ayleids expanded out from the archipelagos at the continents center where they had made landing and swept across the rivers and hills, enslaving all they came across. In both cases these slaves were kept alive, their wails a beautiful chorus to their inhuman masters.ДЄnd of these slaves they had many- before the ayleidoon had been exiled from Summerset for their association with the illicit spectra of Merid-Nunda and other perceived non-ancestors, Cyrodiil was abound with the many diverse tribes of the nedic peoples, from the cliffs of the gold coast to the impenetrable jungles of the deep Niben.

Their days were filled with decadence, sex, violence, and sexual violence as means to pass their time, committing vast orgies in the names of foul gods assisted by the use of exotic narcotics and arts of torture, of which they had no equals- their lords were known to maintain fancifully described 'gut gardens: Collections of slaves brutalized and warped through flesh magic like they were clay and their lord the sculptor or simply torn apart, their entrails hung about in fanciful arrangements of ritual and art. Nilichi, like all his elven kin within the reaches of their hegemony of Cyrodiil, was Ayleidoon Most were a foul people, hedonistic and lecherous folk who inhabited the comfortale climes of Cyrodiil's rivers, powerful magelords and sorcerors each. None could have imagined she would be the vessel of divine revolution- certainly not the lord of that damnable place, Nilichi, the King of Flowers. First Empress of Cyrodiil, the spirit of its soil and it's rivers, thrice avatar of Mara, Kynareth, and Dibella, Mother of Belharza, Mother of Reman, Mother of Akatosh, Mother of Cyrod, Wife of the winged bull Morihaus Son-of-Kyne, companion of Pelin-El.Д«orn a slavegirl in the breeding pits of Sard in the end of the second century of the first era, Perrif in all ways was unassuming and meek in nature.

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