Sure thing. Here’s a human-like take on that:
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Alright, so imagine walking through Cyrodiil in Oblivion Remastered and bam! Suddenly you’re staring at these massive, crumbling stone structures. These Ayleid ruins are everywhere, like ghostly reminders of some ancient, long-gone society. Yeah, exactly, the Ayleid Elves. They were a seriously advanced lot—crazy powerful, too—until humanity and… beastfolk (yep, beastfolk) booted them out ages ago.
And just when you thought they’d vanished for good, boom, a few like King Dynar and this guy Umaril the Unfeathered pop up throughout history like, “Hey, remember us?” It’s like, how’d they even survive?
So, kick back through the heart of Cyrodiil, and you’re bound to bump into these enigmatic sites. In the game, sure, you might explore these ruins occasionally or pass one on your latest quest. But ever wonder about what really went down there? Like, who the heck were these Ayleids anyway? Those stones aren’t just stones; they’re a history lesson we didn’t know we needed.
Here’s the scoop: way back when, there was this Sundering of Aldmeris—total upheaval! Elves scattered across the continent. Some ended up in Summerset Isles as Altmer, others became Chimer in Resdayne. And of course, smack dab in Cyrodiil’s heartland, there were the Ayleids. They took over, spreading out like you wouldn’t believe—built city-states and even erected the crazy White-Gold Tower.
Why does it matter? The Ayleids had this cosmic thing going; literally, with stars. Stargazing wasn’t just a hobby—it ran their life. They harnessed these energies, building magicka wells and derived power from Welkynd Stones. Seriously, their empire boom is owed to these sparkly rocks.
Religion? Oh boy, they had a mixed bag. Meridia, Daedric Prince of Light, was like their bigwig, lights and all that jazz. Cities sprouted in her name. But get this—Meridia, unlike other Daedric Princes, has clear origins (sort of). Like, she’s basically a celestial dropout following Magnus. While they worshipped her, the Ayleids didn’t stop there; they mingled with various Daedra and ended up doing pretty grim stuff, including Necromancy.
And, oh, the skeletons in their closet (not literally)—they enslaved humans and others when newcomers hit the scene. Some say they educated some bird-people, only for them to end up extinct thanks to these ‘lovely’ Ayleid overlords. Brutal, right? Their cruelty crossed the line majorly.
Fast forward: Alessia—human hero—prayed for divine backup to end this tyranny. Cue divine intervention with demigods like Morihaus and warrior Pelinal Whitestrake. Boom, rebellion! Freedom! Down went the Ayleids, and up rose the First Empire. But, oops, peace was short-lived as human radicals booted the remaining elves, aka, “Leave or… well, face the music.”
Eventually, these remnants faded, reduced to whispers and forgotten tribes. By the next era? Poof! Gone. But not completely. Every now and then, an Ayleid shows up—like in tales of King Dynar emerging from Coldharbour. And whispers of Umaril, Meridia’s lost champion, raise eyebrows. Wouldn’t you say history loves a good comeback story?
Anyway, so that’s the lowdown—Ayleid legacy, alive yet not really, sprinkled through time like elusive fairy dust. Go figure.
