Sure thing! Here’s my take on it:
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Oh man, Oblivion Remastered. What a trip. Those Ayleid ruins? They’re like these ancient reminders scattered all over Cyrodiil. Those city-crumbling vibes are hard to miss when you’re wandering around. It’s kind of wild to think they were once some mega powerful elven race, right? Now just forgotten stones. I wandered into one of those ruins just the other day—half-expecting to find something, anything that explains the eerie silence.
So, here’s the deal with the Ayleid elves. Ages ago—way, way before our time—they were like, the big shots in Cyrodiil. We’re talking kingdoms sprawling across the map. These guys were major players before, well, things went south. And yeah, okay, they weren’t the friendliest neighbors with humans and beastfolk around. Apparently, that tension kinda led to their downfall, or maybe it was just karma catching up. I’m not entirely sure; the lines get blurry, you know?
For some reason, the Ayleids had this thing for Meridia—yep, a Daedric Prince. Not sure why, maybe her whole “light and life” thing resonated with them. But they didn’t put all their eggs in one basket, so to speak. Nope, they mixed it up with other Daedra pretty frequently. A bit of necromancy here, a sprinkle of dark rites there. Made for some spooky bedtime stories, let me tell you.
Ah, and humans—always part of the drama. Once they landed in Tamriel, things got messy. Enslavement, torture… you name it. Not a bright chapter in the Ayleid history books, if you ask me. Some of the ways they treated other races are like, nightmare fuel. There’s this tale of a slave, Alessia, who had enough and called on the gods. Long story short, rebellion happens, freedom is snatched from the jaws of elven tyrants, cue the formation of the First Empire.
But the aftermath wasn’t sunshine and daisies. Some Ayleids weren’t down with the whole cruelty gig, sided with humans, dreaming of coexistence. That didn’t last long—turns out, peace is hard when suspicious humans hold grudges. They were either booted out or snuffed out. Man, history has a knack for being brutal, doesn’t it?
Yet, the Ayleids didn’t vanish entirely. Every now and again, an Ayleid pops up—like King Dynar, chilling in Coldharbour until someone freed him. Resurfacing legends and whispers about Meridia’s champion, Umaril the Unfeathered, keep popping up in tales too. Makes you wonder what old grudges and ancient legacies lie buried, waiting to be resurrected.
Anyway—this whole lineage of elves and empires, it just paints Tamriel with these shades of lost glory and tales untold. Everything telling its bit of the story, even if it’s wrapped in mystery and ruin. Life’s kind of like that, isn’t it? Just some ruins and whispers left behind.
