» Wed May 02, 2012 11:44 am
YR: I trust that you will find this most intriguing...
DOMINION ROYAL SPORETHEQUE
ALINOR REQ. ONEIROCULE 00856vg-9322175fk
'SUBTEXTUAL PRISMTRACT: TECHNICAL INTERVIEW OF Hadronia Queynosian'
ERRATUM: Subject is a Cyrodiless with 68-years. A ranking Moth-Bhikkhuni and Imperial Master-of-the-Tapestries [resident genealogist of the Cyrodiilic Imperial Court], she was captured without resistance after Saryho Naarifin's triumphant taking of The City.
RSDALATHIIL OF SUNHOLD: ...not test me, you [Acceptable Scurrility]. Whatever hushrumors of my cruelty are spreading listeric among your fellow-rats down in the bastion, allow me to assure you, they are gravely under-exaggerated accounts.
HADRONIA QUEYNOSIAN: [Unintelligable chanting]
RS: Blasphemy at this late hour is ill-advised.
VANARSYNO OF LILLANDRIL: I believe she has gone mad.
HQ: You misapprehend; I pray for your souls.
[An electric hiss and tandem thunderclap, then shrill testimony]
RS: Cooperate, or I’ll increase magnitude past what your monkey-intellect is capable of dreaming darkly. Now, Confess: your sovereign’s lineage is a trite sham, a stale shadowplay at salic legitimacy. Even amongst the roach-spans of your mannish dynasts, these Medes have the gentility of highwaymen.
HQ: I…I…cann…
RS: Confess! [Electric hissing]
VL: Give her a moment to recover.
RS:…
HQ: I…cannot speak to such facts, Saryho, but allow me to lay digitals upon the silk so that I might déroule Lord Titus’ blooded cocoonery.
RS: [Acceptable Profanities]. We will not be fouled with your puerile-
VL: Let her handle the tapestries.
RS: But, Saryho-
VL: I want to see where this leads. I take full responsibility for what may transpire.
[Bootheel shuffling, clank of iron, rustling of pure silk]
HQ: Yes, yes, mind the warp and follow the weft, pluck deftly fabulars like the whispergut on a ghostlute…Ah ha! Hear the Ancestors sing their miiths! Oh, Mara, the chords progress geometrishins through the golden boughs! We start crowned in the halcyon of Ald Cyrod, glorious Remanistan.
VL: You may continue…
RS: [Snark-under-breath].
HQ: First father was Nixshzahar-Diiem-Phuoc, an Akaviri Hussar who was amongst the first to genuflect at Pale Pass. Reman I made him Margrave of Ontus. He gestated and became Medebras the Whitehanded, who begat-
RS: Impossible! Absurdities without foundation!
VL: Indeed. I find this quite hard to believe. I was under the impression that the Akaviri were snakes, thus incompatible for coupling with man. Or were they mannish after all?
HQ: Yes, but no, the original Men-of-‘Vir were eaten by the invaders, the Tsaesci.
RS: Then how can you possibly justify your lunatic draqe-reading?
HQ: After all is key. After all oaths were said and deeds done, the ‘Viri in Remanistan were Cyrodils-proper and henceforth, indistinguishable from their Nede-spouses save for custom and dress.
VL: How?
HQ: This I will not tell.
RS: Shall I shock the crone?
VL: No need.
[Cacophony beyond all Saussurism]
VL: I will ask again and you will answer gladly: How?
HQ:…They came across the ocean in sinistershins ideograms, limited, reptilian hind-brain’d isolationists who could only manage a single thot-form in a nymic. One for a tree, a tower, a spoke, brass, cheese, a city, a nipble. But then they met Reman in the Jeralls, and they drank of his Emperor Voice ate of his tongue-body of nymical polysynthesisbecomingchimericalsyllabariesdextershinstowardsmultiformdenotatagrandmothrmadastotranslatioimperiumcyrodaontomasserethtoshoutwearenucyrodiilcomeintogapemawofinkymisruleuponvoidtoclaimrightofmiraculousixnigulobirthandcultivateeffortlessproliquerityontoamarantmythicherosjourneyinautumnthwartingholdfastgodofbeigenightformtosquashunderfootallourgrandestkadathgrailquestfeverhopesanddreams…
[ABRUPT FACET FRACTURE – END OF PRISMTRACT – NOTE WELL: The Honorable Justiciars Vanarsyno and Rsdalathiil were later found several species of dead in the interview chamber, their corpses eaten down to their possipoints by moths. No trace of the prisoner could be found]