The ( Improved ) Emperor ' s Guide to Tamriel : The Summerset Isles : Auridon The ( Improved ) Emperor ' s Guide to Tamriel is a book written by Flaccus Terentius to explain his adventures throughout Tamriel during the Second Era . It was written as an additional Guide book to . Content . High Elves of the Aldmeri Dominion The trip to Summerset was by far my favorite of all crossings to a new province . My High Elf companion couldn ' t quite hide the haughty nature of his upbringing , but his presence was certainly a vast improvement on past escorts . We discussed many highbrow topics , disagreeing on much but never coming to blows : Little wonder Telenger is regarded as a fine diplomat , or " canonreeve . " In Arenthia , we boarded his tall ship - - with its extensive sails billowing like the washing lines of linen in my servants ' garden back in Bravil - - sallied down the Strid River , and then cut across the Abecean Sea . This elegant Altmeri Swan Ship , flying the eagle banners of Aldmeri ascendancy over the " lesser races " of Tamriel , bore us toward the city of Firsthold . It was only after gazing from this boat ' s prow at the glistening shores of Auridon that I truly felt I ' d entered the Aldmeri Dominion , a strange and beautiful new land . While aboard the Swan Ship , I discovered Telenger " the Artificer " was more than a mere emissary . According to his own boasts ( but witnessed by my own eyes ) , he is something of a conjurer and magical engineer . " As you would call a dog , I have command of the Daedra at my beck and call . " With the ship ' s crew watching with furrowed brows , Telenger formed a rather gassy cloud , out of which stepped an evil - looking devilkin . This imp scattered quickly to Telenger ' s shoulder and snapped its fingers , setting my breeches alight and cackling hysterically . Before I attempted to throttle it , Telenger dismissed the annoyance . Hmmm . More flames on a wooden boat . Telenger challenged maritime safety practices by invoking a flame atronach onto the ship ' s deck , a minion far taller and more lambent than my feeble scroll - reading had achieved . As the crew ' s consternation grew ( and water buckets were made ready ) , Telenger twirled and paraded the elemental as if it were attached by invisible strings . The atronach flipped and tumbled , and Telenger laughed away the singeing of the mainsail until a fuming first mate strode up , spoke Elvish into the air , and launched a heavy bolt of frost magic that dismissed the spirit , leaving behind a small pile of fire salts . " By the mighty winds of Aldmeris , storm atronach , appear ! " This utterance and a small whipping maelstrom announced the arrival of another powerful elemental force , one held together by chains and electrical magic . A polite ripple of applause echoed around the ship as more crew members arrived to watch the spectacle . Enthusiasm soon waned as a bolt of lightning shot from the atronach ' s fist , narrowly missing the cabin boy . As the deck boards began to strain under the shock Daedra ' s weight , Telenger dismissed his plaything . Telenger ' s next action confirmed the whispers I ' d heard that he was something of a loose catapult : in an excess of enthusiasm for Conjuration , he summoned a flesh atronach . Moans built to a crescendo of disapproval as the revolting flesh atronach shambled toward the bridge , spinning rusted blades fused to its miserable skin . Telenger chased after it as it ambled into the captain ' s cabin . " Get that abomination off my ship ! " a generously proportioned High Elf ( with highly polished captain ' s armor ) instructed in no uncertain terms . As the golem deflated , I glimpsed the undead of the Worm Cult in my memory again , rising in the crypts of Hammerfell . I shuddered as the fear came flooding back . As we strode down the gangplank and onto the pristine Firsthold docks , the Swan Ship captain gave us a look that could curdle Mara ' s milk . Ignoring this , Telenger dismissed his attendants and bodyguards as we headed out from beneath North Beacon . The exquisitely tied bunting , lavender , and ceremonial petal bowls - - these couldn ' t be for us ? No , that was laughable . Telenger informed me that Ayrenn - - known to the High Elves as the Unforeseen Princess - - returns to the isles . Her ascent to the throne was a surprise , as she had been long missing and presumed lost , but apparently the death of her father , King Hidellith , was responsible for her unexpected return . We turned to see rows of glass - plated guards lining up to welcome her shining Swan Ship , which headed into view behind Telenger ' s own , now - diminutive boat . Telenger nudged me in the rubs and told me of Ayrenn ' s exploits . Apparently , she had sparred with a Redguard Ansei from Hegathe and was made an honorary sword - adept , had bested a Briarheart of the Reach by ripping its essence from its rib cage in mid - fight , and even outdrank Queen Mabjaarn of Windhelm in a mead - quaffing competition . Either Telenger had sources of gossip unknown to me , or his stories were as preposterous as his own audacity . But Ayrenn had a sense of theater . Attired in gleaming Altmeri battle armor and flanked by heralds with streaming banners , she forwent a stately walk and leapt from her Swan Ship the moment it docked , eliciting gasps and cheers from the assembled crowds ( muted , of course , as these High Elves expect decorum under every circumstance ) . She marched up the docks , past two heavily armored guardians , and through to the tent where the collected nobility were waiting . After offering a small curtsy to her mother , Kinlady Tuinden , she began to take command of the festivities as if the crown already rested upon her flaxen - haired head . Her striking form and exotic beauty are marred only by her excessive tallness . " Fivefold venerations , Princess Ayrenn ! " Telenger exclaimed with a simpering bow , both long and low , in front his soon - to - be queen . As Ayrenn passed me by without so much as a downward glance , Telenger leaned in again . I granted him an ear : " If you thought this stuffy glad - handing was a trifle awkward , my foreign friend , linger until the greetings from the Sapiarchs of the Crystal Tower are over . The power in Summerset is about to change hands . " It seemed four of the hands Telenger spoke of belonged to Prince Naemon and his fiancée , High Kinlady of Skywatch , and it was power they had gripped most tightly . As the presumed ( and now former ) heir , Naemon had not anticipated his older sister ' s return . Now Ayrenn was to be formally welcomed back to the isles to take the throne , and judging from the pair of them , this reception was simmering with acrimony : You could almost see Naemon steaming under his exquisite robe , and after Ayrenn passed her by , Estre gritted a grimace that could frighten a werewolf . One of my legs had gone to sleep by the time the procession into Firsthold began to snake its way up the paved and astonishingly clean streets to the royal castle . Despite their loftiness , the Altmer ' s cavalcade was dawdling and rather stiff . Still , this afforded me time to gaze at the various well - built structures along the parade route . " Hail to thee , dignitaries , guests , and children of Ehlnofey ! The sacrament of the feast shall begin after the strumming of the ancestral lutes . " Stepping into the great hall to sit at an immense long table hewn from a single ( and ancient ) tree , we were both delighted to find it groaning with Elven delights and drinks . As a call of gatherers and the strings of lutes echoed through the grand chamber , we gorged on peacock confit and kippered silvertrout washed down with golden pear ale . Exceptional gorging ! Echoing the High Elves ' physical forms , their architecture is elongated and finely chiseled . But I ' d rather spent time gazing at the soaring arches , skyward buttresses , and other graceful framework of an Altmeri home than conversing with its inhabitants ( being as they are , by and large , acid of tongue and disdainful of countenance , with Telenger a conspicuous exception ) . Such structural flamboyance always seems to draw the viewer ' s eyes up to the skies , to which my sketch - work from my time in Firsthold attests . One simply needs to inspect the decorations carved into a boundary post to see how the lowliest palisade is made with the same care as a grand ceremonial altar . I had considered depicting a few of the banquet guests Telenger and I were staring at , but as the feast continued and we mopped up the remains of a sumptuous century soup with an ever - fresh loaf of bread , I ordered an ewer of metheglin , belched quietly , and observed the chamber : It seemed to me , with a creeping sense of alarm , that all the assembled guests were starting to look like the Altmer Mannimarco . Whether this was my own anxiety or the fermented grapes , I couldn ’ t bring myself to paint these faces . Telenger beckoned me toward the kitchens ; he had " acquired " a double carafe of Old Epiphany , and we immediately started toasting the return of Princess Ayrenn . My tipsiness temporarily quelled the fretting . After a number of drinks away from the throng , Telenger received a tap upon his shoulder . He turned and gave a surprisingly robust hug to an aged fellow clad in faded trappings that were rather garish for a High Elf . " This is Falarel . He was jester to the late Rilis XII . " Falarel extended a gnarled hand attached to a jingling arm , small bells accompanying his handshake . Telenger told me Falarel was also a bard of some repute , and I was presented with a small scroll with a lament he had composed for me . Falarel whispered , " Telenger , I know how you love secrets . Follow me ! " Falarel led us down staircase after staircase . As my liqueur - soaked mind took in new and musty surroundings , I realized we were descending into the vaults beneath the old castle . Falarel told us he ' d recently taken up residence here and had started receiving nocturnal visits from Falarel ' s former ( and deceased ) master . We were stepping into haunted ruins , under - prepared and under the influence . Just as I realized we were among the wall - set tombs of the long - dead , our candles snuffed out . A whimper of fear from the elderly buffoon . An eerie glow from betwixt the rows of stone coffins . Then it was upon us . Rilis XII , now a shrieking ghost of hate and mania . In a haze , I blundered into a column , which was much less stable than I expected . It crumbled and collapsed , the largest of the masonry landing squarely on Falarel ' s head , crushing it into a pulpy ooze . Escaping the dungeons , we both felt the clamp of cold glass gauntlets on our shoulders . Our arrest was swift , and although I hid my culpability with the aplomb of a Bravilian actor , my inner mind was wracked with contrition . By Altmeri tradition , those burial vaults were out of bounds , so we waited for sentencing below the blossomed steps of the castle terraces . " Away with you . " This was the extent of my conversation with Rilis XIII , current Kinlord of Firsthold , who frowned upon my disheveled form as if I were dung staining his royal carpet . I was guilty of " sacrilegious trespass " and taken back to the docks for immediate deportation to Valenwood . Telenger ' s whereabouts were unknown . I knew my actions , although accidental , required penance . But I was not prepared to have Falarel pick the punishment for me . For now , each and every time I close my eyes to sleep , that withered specter haunts my dreams ; small bells tinkling , always he sings a lament about me with maudlin lute and reedy voice . I am a troll - hairbreadth away from mental cracking .