Acolyte of a New God
On your travels you saw grand ruins, camped out by the seemingly never ending line of travelers heading to the same place that you were, the anticipation built as you got closer. It was the rumored Heart of Dawn's Beauty, the Wheel at the center of Nirn, the heart to countless powerful dynasties and yet it was still unbelievable. You didn't know what to expect on your travels to the city, maybe the stories of the city were just rumors of how grand it was, that's what you thought until you first saw it on the horizon a Milky White jewel, and each day for months as it grew on the horizon you still couldn't believe it would get any larger. As it got closer you could see more colors, first were the golds of the towers and walls, then the rainbow that was the roofs of the city. The colors Lake Rumare refracted at all hours be it night or day. The Closer you got the more the lake appeared a small ocean and the city a whole new plane of existence.
Eventually you came to the first gatehouse where a huge crowd was scrambling to get in, and once you passed that precipice, you were struck with the first true awe of the adventure, the Massive white stone bridge, miles and miles long, was home to entire towns whose colors were vibrant, and cultures diverse. An ever lasting bombardment to the senses, each building unique from the last, and each person the same. But you and your party carried on it took days to cross the bridge, along with probably a few questionable purchases, but not even the bridge could prepare you for the sight of the inside of the city proper, it made the bridge look like child's-play, a poor peasant town on a slab of rock. The city itself so massive that the packed line you had been in since the bridge was easily able to disperse. Colors so vibrant and so plentiful you didn't even know that half of them existed beyond magic. There were buildings larger than towns, and the wall of the city became your new horizon, but none of that was any comparison to the White gold tower. The Smooth, Pure, Majestic tower shot into the clouds, splitting them as the wind carried them away. Dwarfing a small mountain it's gold accents during the day almost made it seem as if the tower itself were admitting light.
Faltasey , Alxallarien with the rest of a small Thalmor detachment of about 50 quickly made their way through the city, facing a severe amount of harassment from all the men of the Imperial city. Rocks and Feces hurled at the cart as well as profanities hurled at them, "knife-ears" "Sword Swallowers" "Milksops" along with the more common insults hurled at everyone. It was very clear that you would not be accepted here, and similarly when you made it to Little Alinor you saw a little bastion of guards patrolling and hurting those with foul purpose. The building on the outskirts were scorched by flame and lightning bolts, arrows, dents and broken glass. Not to mention all the 'street art' of elves dying and being at the end of some pretty fowl sexual positions. You make it to the large Thalmor estate within the city. The estate in it's totality was at least 20 acres of land and housing, there they unloaded your things and set you free to make your way to the evenings festival, it would take you at least the rest of the day to make your way on foot and cart to white gold tower for the show and speech.
BabyToby , Edwore had his cart pull through the gates and most of the travelers in the cart got off and payed their dues in Septims, there was only one person left, a particularly large woman who was asleep on the cart. Continuing on Edwore felt dwarfed as he rode through on his cart. He continued towards the White Gold Tower, coming across a particular High Elf named Alxallarien and agreeing to to ferry him to the center of the city.