Gnisis has become the unlikely center of a monumental undertaking: the construction of Saint Valkryn, a Clockwork Colossus designed to serve as the Ebonheart Pact’s ultimate weapon in the Three Banners War. The project represents the fragile unity of House Redoran, the Clockwork Canton, and House Telvanni—each bringing their own strengths, and each mistrusting the others in equal measure.
Though intended as a secret, whispers of the Colossus drift through Gnisis like ash on the wind. To outsiders, Gnisis still appears to be a military hub, but its sudden swelling population of mages, engineers, and soldiers reveals that something greater is being forged in its volcanic heart.
The Canton provides the bones and breath of the Colossus. Its mechanists and Prime Factor Viiran Deyadlus oversee the engineering: plating, gears, pistons, and hidden weaponry of brass and iron. They see Saint Valkryn as the pinnacle of their legacy—proof that the greatest minds in Morrowind can reshape the future of war. But whispers say the Canton’s leaders plan to sell fragments of the Colossus’s schematics abroad, hedging their bets should the Ebonheart Pact collapse.
House Redoran provides the muscle and legitimacy of the project. Their command hall directs the logistics, patrols, and the steady influx of supplies from the Ashlands and beyond. To them, the Colossus is both a shield and a banner—an emblem of Redoran honor that will secure their place as defenders of Morrowind. Yet Redoran commanders chafe under their reliance on Telvanni sorcery and Canton engineering, fearing that their role is being reduced to guard duty for other Houses’ ambitions.
Nelos Otheri, Archmagister of the Telvanni, has lent his brilliance to the project—not out of loyalty, but out of curiosity. His task is the Soul-Lattice, a net of interconnected grand soul gems meant to store and channel the bound essence of giants into a single animating force. Only one of his station could weave such dangerous art. His Warlock assistant whispers that the lattice resonates too closely with forbidden Dwemer practices, but Nelos presses on, fascinated by the lattice’s potential to reshape magicka itself.
Nords of the Stormfist Clan now stand inside the walls of Gnisis, though uneasily. They fought and bled in a war with Skyrim’s giants, losing kin and land, When their Dunmer allies from the Ebonheart Pact offered them a deal; They would dedicate a signicant force of Redoran soldiers to help defeat the giants, in exchange for being allowed to capture the soul of any giant slain. The Stormfists are both honored and embittered: honored that their clan’s sacrifice fuels the Colossus, embittered that they must stand side by side with those who took advantage of their war. Their encampment is rowdy, tense, and watched closely by Redoran guards.
The quarry outside Gnisis supplies Saint Valkryn’s plating. But the deeper miners dig, the stranger the stone becomes. Veins of rock shaped like half-formed limbs, glyphs etched by no mortal hand, and structures resembling Daedric spines unearthed beneath the ash. Some whisper that the Colossus itself may become tainted if it is clad in stone drawn from the corrupted earth. The Clockwork Canton dismisses such claims, though even their mechanists mutter in private.
The project binds factions together, but barely.
The Canton sees Saint Valkryn as their masterpiece, but doubts Redoran courage.
Redoran sees themselves as keepers of order, but resent Telvanni arrogance.
The Telvanni see the Colossus as a puzzle and nothing more, unconcerned with Ebonheart Pact unity.
The Stormfists simmer with anger, their pride stung by their uneasy role as both honored allies and pawns.
What unites them is fear—that the Aldmeri Dominion or Daggerfall Covenant may unveil some weapon of equal terror. Until then, Saint Valkryn looms in its foundry, unfinished, but already casting a shadow long enough to reach across Tamriel.