Salisir says there are three nations that exist within the Great Recess who stand against the Daedric society in Matasten. The problem is that they also stand against each other, each vying to place their scrawny seat upon the Oaken Throne.

Over the past ten years, he has worked tirelessly to unite them. With the right promises, and the right weapons, he is certain he can bring them together to overthrow the would-be Arbor King. The time is ripe, and apparently we are now weapons to be added to the arsenal.

Motasta lies directly south of Matasten, a month’s march from where we found Dionus dangling from the trees. It is controlled by the Sondu, the family directly descended from the Arbor King. They are rigid people, proud, and though Salisir says they are open to reason they sound difficult to me.

Beyond Motasta, in the northeastern reach of the Great Recess, lies the city of Yatusu. Yatusu is the strongest of the three nations, according to Salisir. Its leadership is not of noble lineage, but rather rises by merit. The ruler of Yatusu is a warrior by the name of Oroun. Salisir speaks of him with great respect and says that he is a wise leader of great capacity.

Finally, to the east between the other two, are the Batsu. The Batsu inhabit no city, though their name comes from what was formerly the principal trade city of the region. They are guerrilla warriors, scavengers. Salisir says that if anyone were to survive in this jungle, regardless of the turning of events, the Batsu would be best equipped. Their leader, a woman called Nienatara, will be the most difficult to draw into this war he has planned.


Each of them wants peace, Salisir claims, but they all want something more as well: to rule from the Oaken Throne. Inifra said that three trees cannot stand on the same roots, to which Salisir said there were solutions to every problem. Mysterious thoughts wrapped in vague words.

Inifra pressed him for more, but he deflected and moved on. Even if I knew the full extent of Salisir’s plan, who he intends to put on the throne and who he will betray, it wouldn’t change my position. What concerns me is not the politics of the Nanten, but the Daedra at its heart.

I spoke with Dionus and Balthandar privately after Salisir laid out his plans to visit the leaders of these nations and unite them for war, a blaze he seems to think is only months from igniting. Balthandar said we were no orchestrators of war, but Dionus pointed out that we were not called to be conductors. Here, he said, we are but the instruments that play the tune.

Salisir. I begrudge him much, but what choice do we have? I told them that I am bound by my duty to end this Daedric threat. There is no finding help from home. There is no one else here who shares my duty as clearly as Salisir – and certainly there is no one better positioned to help us achieve it.

Gods help me, but I actually argued that we help Salisir.

None of us is particularly happy with the arrangement, but just because we commit ourselves to helping Salisir does not mean we blind ourselves to his schemes. We will keep our eyes open, and we will be ready for whatever plot he hides from us.

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