Looks like Redoran styles caught on with foreigners, in terms of dress. To a degree.

Or the fact my eye goes faster than my fingers go faster than my brain might be an issue again.

No, thanks for http://www.elderscrolls.com/morrowind/, http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1327271-return-false/, http://www.imperial-library.info/content/seven-fights-aldudagga, and http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1369966-i-dont-pretend-to-know-what-love-is-for-everyone/page__st__30. My rhyme was the only possible reaction to the pre-coffee-just-woke-up blossoming confirmation of what I had suspected for years, combined with delight for both you and us at the birth of this project.

And again, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but there is a striking resemblance between http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/1852/coupletest1.jpg and http://images.wikia.com/elderscrolls/images/a/a5/Vivec-Cropped.jpg, especially around the eyes/forehead/nose region. Shave that divayth-beard, slap on some pointy ears and gold/grey face paint, and you'd be his twin.

Eyesore need to step up his game, then. the Chrome Device didn't break a sweat.

A. You know, I've always wondered about the relation of Mundus to its continents.

B. I am setting a term limit of 10 seconds for MK and Lady N's picture to be my desktop background.

...and the 10 are up.

C. So many reasons to squee, I'm just going to stop right here.



[EDIT: *15 minutes later* Oh my f-ing g**, it's going to be that comic... ]

I wonder where the spare continent is? Is it to the south? Is it Yokuda or Atmora?

Why is it always spaceships and time travel these days? Why can't we stick to gods and demons and heroes and myths? What's wrong with chaos versus order, or the cultural evolution and mutation of ancient principalities?

I mean, I'm sure this is going to be good. It just doesn't feel like the Elder Scrolls. I know, I know, alright? Mananauts and Sunbirds and all that, they're technically canon and so on. But you can't feel them. They aren't what you think of when you think of the Elder Scrolls. You think of primal antitheses and dead gods and recursive worlds and mythopoeia and spliced godheads. You think of CHIM and Vehk and Towers. But you don't think of digital communication and space travel. Operating systems, internets, artificial intelligence, these don't fit with what you can see and know. Not outside the Dwemer, at any rate.

Eh. Ugh. I feel like a heretic. I know its bad form to disrespect the work of MK, and I'm not, really. This just...doesn't feel right, to me. The Fights and Shor Son of Shor and, sure, the entirety of Morrowind. All these feel like they fit. A time-travelling spaceman whose cousin's brain has been transplanted into his spaceship...doesn't.

*Hides within fireproof bunker*

My good friend, we are. Stay good.

First of all, I'm happy for you, Lady N and Eyesore.

Second, this is an amazing comic. I may not understand all of it, but it's still a work of art,

Third, I can't wait to see this as a full comic.

Fourth, I never noticed how much you look like Vivec.

And last, but not least.

Tell me, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVmbhYKDKfU

With all due respect, [NUMINIT]. I'm sure gods and heroes and myths will play a part, but the Elder Scrolls is not about spaceships.

Unless it is, now, because you have decreed it to be so.

Gah. I wish there was a less confrontational way for me to air this issue. I don't want to be that guy. But I guess someone has to.

I wonder how Amiel Numinatus survived Zero-Summing anyway.

It is what you declare it to be. For some it is Amiel Nume, Cousin, and continents on strike. For others, it is a war between dead gods for dominion over mortals, who keep the very idea of gods stable. For others still it is an approachable, familiar fantasy of elves, men, orcs, and cat people. And for some it is gameplay, modding, freeform sandbox play. We cannot tell you what TES is, only what it can be. Mayhaps you can come to like Numinatus! on a level apart from your primary conception of the world, but, even if not, there is no need to bunker up if you do not agree.

This is a thread of love, and we love all Elder Scrolls.

Wait why did you suddenly change your avatar?

You really are starting to sound like MK.

Then I shall be at my desk, hunched over rubbings of ancient engravings, trying to puzzle out the teachings of the ancients by the light of a guttering candle. Or perhaps you'll find me deep in the void of Oblivion, scrying the ebb and flow of a Prince's will. I might be examining the foundation of a Tower, or the alloys within a Dwemer ruin.

But I'll leave you to your spaceships. May they bring you pleasure. Just try not to spill too much sci-fi on my fantasy.

I've always looked more or less like this.

I've always sounded more or less like this.

You'll get yours soon. I love http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1226932-on-silk/page__p__18553194 as much as anyone can.

NUMINIT

I disagree. But, then again, I think you and Haute would have made for a more interesting couple.

But then again, I'm insane.

Do not make us get "interesting". What remains of your sanity shall not suffer it.

(Seriously, though, I have believed what I said for a long while. My grammar got better, but the fundamentals have remained fairly constant since... '04.)

http://youtu.be/ussCHoQttyQ Regardless, have fun and good luck with it. This just ain't my giant mug of coffee.
(link kindly provided by Kalamari)

I mean, everything didn't sound so....Monkey Truth-ish till now. Maybe I just haven't read much of your Monkey-Truth then.

Page 6

Panel 1 - Borderless panel, a small portrait of Cousin in her college years at Gwylim University, a pale thing of 16 years, auburn hair worn in the Western-style, jewelry hanging from ears, eye, and lip. The text is that follows is above and below her face.

Cousin (top text): I am setting up the tea room in your second brain, my love. If you might permit me a slight nostalgia, I thought we might like midsummer afternoon, the riverside collection. Trying to get the color wash just right, but there’s lunar interference. Summoning filter imps now, I hope you don’t mind. There. Perfect.

Cousin (lower text): They’re nervous, Amiel. Not the Navy or the rest of the Imperial functionaries; they’re always nervous. I mean the three billion inside the silver spheres. I’m afraid the ancestoradiation my form is giving off is mixing into their multiminds. The enchantments used in this evacuation technique is from an older age, remember, and none too human. Poor souls. Stay good, cousin. We have much work to do and we all need you at your best.

Panel 2 - Jauffre and the Professor march towards the Colony Sanctum. Imperial Legionnaires with temporary breathing-bubbles surrounding their half-helms salute as they pass.

Professor Numinatus: So every last bloody landmass. Gone.
Imperial Mananaut Jauffre: Yes, Professor. Slid into the Biting again. This time, they were kind enough to give a full writ of terms for their return.
Professor Numinatus: We are the Emperor’s Finest, Jauffre, and we do not give in to the demands of terra firma.

Panel 3 - The Professor stops to sign a clipboard of a skeletal servitor with a brightly-colored quill. He frowns at Jauffre, as if considering the options.

Imperial Mananaut Jauffre: Was never our intent, old friend. Wouldn’t have the Morbadoon hiss-pissing into our brainpans if it were. This op is Imperial Designate: NUMINIT.
Professor Numinatus: Right then. And is His Majesty safe?
Imperial Mananaut Jauffre: Aye. The Council jill-jaunted him and the whole of the royal family into Mundus Redundant when all of this started.

Panel 4 - Jauffre and the Professor press further towards the Colony Sanctum, its wide and strangely-medieval fortress walls slowly grinding a twin swaths of moondust outwards on the ground.

Professor Numinatus: When am I not at my best, dear heart?
Imperial Mananaut Jauffre: Excuse me, Professor?
Professor Numinatus: Apologies, Jauffre, I’m speaking to Cousin. She’s fretting, or thinks I might start. Sliding brains into extrasensorium for a bit.
Imperial Mananaut Jauffre: Of course. I’ll guide your body the rest of the way to Sanctum Secunda. Tell the old girl hello for me. It’s been too long.

Panel 4 - On Professor Numinatus, his eyes floating up behind his eyelids.

Professor Numinatus: Oh, please. She’ll always be sixteen. Won’t you, [UNREADABLE TEXT]?

Page 7

Panel 1 - Full page splash of the tea room, which is more of a riverside gazebo, really.

Professor Numinatus and Cousin are dancing a slow waltz. He’s in his Nibenese court dress now, robes and silks and jewels, all of his tattoos floating a few inches from his flesh.

Cousin is happy to the point of ecstasy, her head on his shoulder, her hair down and done up in bright curls.

The midsummer light is as perfect as she said. Portraits of the Nume family recline against the gazebo pillars or simply floating in the imagined air.

Even in this imago-sleeve, the Professor’s left hand is a half-organic bouquet of oddly-shaped keys, holding her right http://www.burningsettlerscabin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Arrow2.jpg.

Cousin: I love it when you say my name.

"[sigh] On the counter by the DVDs."

..........I have no idea how to respond to that. My mind just shorted out there.

Give me a second, I'll come up with something clever to say.....I ALWAYS* do.

*I never will

I consider MK and LN's works canon. They're the White Stripes of TES Lore.

I have no idea what to consider them as, besides Monkey Truth.

Very, very good Monkey Truth.