» Sun Jun 03, 2012 7:32 pm
The Dunmer, ATM, are mostly a nomadic folk, as the massacre by the Hist led Argonians (and it was a massacre; they killed everything in their path) pretty much depopulated southern Morrowind....at least those who couldn't run away in time. The fall of the Ministry of Truth removed Vivec City from reality for all time, creating the Scathing Bay, and Vaarnenfell's eruption devastated what was left (effects were felt in Black Marsh and Elseweyr, which finally gives us a range to gauge the eruption by). There may be cities intact (as in still standing, and maybe sheltered), but the vast majority of dunmeri land is now called The Wastelands....which suggests a significant step down from The Ashlands, doesn't it?
Personally, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if the Hist provoked massacre wasn't at the instigation of the Thalmor. It looks like it destroyed what was probably their biggest foe. Dunmer live just as long as they do. Are almost genetically predisposed to spit in their eye. While not quite as powerful in the realms of magic, they are far better and nastier warriors. And where a generation of man would die and forget, they would remember. Dunmer are cursed, diseased, corrupt perversions in Altmer eyes. And the biggest Mistake the Thalmor made was taking the actions they took. Oh, a large percentage of dunmeri are dead and gone. The old power structures are smashed. But what you have are small groups scattered all over. Embedded. Surviving. It may take awhile, but they will rebirth those who were lost.....and if it ever comes to pass that it is learned that the Thalmor were to blame for the invasion, all those scattered, homeless, bloodthirsty killers are in a position to do to the Aldmeri agents what was done to the Blade agents. Only they wouldn't be so nice about it. And they might just prove to be the force that pulls the fragments of the Empire back together to deal with the real threat (my dunmer lass has already found enough intel that she really wishes she could snatch Ulfric and Tullius, take them to a secluded dungeon, and beat the bloody hell out of both of them, and rub their faces in the fact that -both- of them are handing their peoples to the Aldmeri Dominion on a bloody silver platter. That if they keep this civil war nonsense up, their choices are losing all to the Thalmor, or all to the Dragons. And that if they continue to think with that second head, she'll happily remove same to keep it from interfering. Slowly. With a dull blade. She =really= hates having to deal with blind fools.....).