From the tradeport of Seadirge, nestled beneath the valley and soaring summit home of we cunning Ralleidril, finer elements of lore and magical artistry are drawn inwards, refined, and expelled. Across the Summerset isle they soar upon white sails; now bearing the proud mark of the Solstice Sun - the gilded sigil of our bloodline. We are the watchers of Magnus, born to guard Nirn from the perils of the willful yet arrogant, the bold yet foolish.
Every name has its beginning however, and before the greatness - that boiled such silent divinity in our blood - erupted into what is today summarised humbly as our towering influence, lived a mer with the good fortune of self, and the greater fortune of birthing greater sons.
My father, Daeldion, was a mer of substantial quality, accrued by the innumerable means in which he excelled, simply, at every avenue he walked. Auri-El knows where a retainer to the Reaches Where Clouds go to Rest came across such a fortune - and so do I: it is in our blood, as the river flows. Our heritage is rich, though some petty few would argue we lack the funds to prove it. Alas, my father was the first of many rebuttals, as it was in these words of Ralleidril that Summerset was coerced to bestow upon him wives plenty and offspring to dismiss.
Impressive as it is, by no means were the fortunes of his blessed life going to serve as anything more than a foundation for fleeting prosperity. Gold accrued without merit, and without being further applied to the cultural endeavours of our great people, are a vice - not a virtue. As a result of this thinking, that prosperity - and insurmountable virtue - is well renowned today, and grows ever bolder beneath by own tender.
As mentioned, the methods of my father in his youth were grandiose enough to seize the attention of a variety of members from the fringes of nobility: daughters of Kinladies, or Kinladies themselves, ranging from Alinor to Skywatch, came in throngs to attend his brilliance. He woo'd our people so, using extraordinary displays of magical aptitude that shudder in anticipation to be repeat.
Among them - though certainly not sharing a caste nor common prole-born soul - resided my mother and progenitor, Muruuen, who as befitting her birth and sizable personal prowess was akin to a lesser Aedra in her gait. Having born witness to her pristine self, before the tragedies wrought by the now-spent Vhulcano bloodline, I can attest to the sheer gloriousness of her radiance. It was a brilliance that was taken from us to instead grace Aetherius as one of the brightest of stars.
Rumour had it that she had been taught the Elder Way to its fullest; accepting their teachings and the powers that followed naturally on from that, with the grace befitting Aldmeri. Beneath her shadow swam a myriad of other, notably lesser potential consorts to the Ralleise line, mothers to my brothers and born as practical triplets in a fashion.
Thereon, for close to two decades following, the Relleise seed was sown, reaped, and sown again. By Xen’s golden rule, the unwarranted pap was separated and discarded from the cream of our crop, so that - benign - the image of Auri-El would glisten. A glorious affair indeed, by any account, though arduous and taxing even for one as impressive as Triaehna.
To these remarkable mer, myself and my two brothers were born. Over the course of six years, ten children were sired by the rigours of my father and his loyalists; what happened to the other seven - perhaps it was even more - we were dissuaded from enquiring. They were unbefitting the crown of clear and flawless Relleis blood. To the three of us that remained, the years passed as the wind did the meadow, swiftly and with grace, until our competition onto lordship reached its apex, and I, Sarinteal of Ralleidril, Kinlord of Solstice, ruled Archon over our fiefdom.
Romantic it is, and from time to time many have come to doubt the integrity of our earnest word on the grounds that such a spectacular tale holds no merit - to which our response: “Cloudrest reaches beyond rain and sky; even Crystal-Like-Law itself spectacle over the breadth of Eton Nir, whose gallant surface towers over wayward Tamriel from leagues abroad. See for yourselves then how Summerset’s soaring heights stand substantial and true, then weigh them truer still against the word of Relleise. Yes, among such lofty company, we are midst kin.”
Time and time again in the years following their critique, the same mer who doubted the words of the Relleisi have suffered stiflingly irreparable damage to their name and fortune, to the extent that their words may well be shared in the same esteem as the dirt at our heel.
Befitting our perch now upon the northeastern shore of the Summerset, the Sun Bird of Solstice, carved from the stone of Eton Nir, resumes the vigil that was our and is our legacy, over the Cape of the Blue Divide and the troubles beyond.
By the wealth of my father, the wisdom of my mother, and the will that was my own, our auspicious heritage flows ever on, in service to the memory of High King Hidelith, and the spirit of his name.
So the truth stands, and in that truth we of Sariniase Relleis, reborn Relleidril - who are the old roots of Malatar, Ald Balifera and the loremasters of the western watch - are the direct scions of Aldmeris true, and the fathers of the wayward Cyrodi. Our suffering children of Tamriel shall be brought to heel, and with a guiding hand understand the golden dawn that sings: Aldmeri. Dominion.
For Aldmeri Ruler, and Aldmeri Dominion.