( OOC: For those who are wondering, here are a few bits of information about the time etc. Currently night, once I and Blademaster get his Messenger to bed, we will timeskip to the following morning.
Date: 3E 447, Season: Fall. )

Leyawiin

Ja'Rabi was perched on the throne in Castle Leyawiin's great hall. His leg was draqed lazily over the arm of the throne and he watched the proceedings in the hall with feline grace. Messengers came, heralds announced more southron lords declaring their fealty. Runners and riders came from the far corners of the county. An Argonian troubadour band was playing in one of the upper galleries, and Ja'Rabi's Leyawiin retainers feasted at long trestle tables. The main door was barricaded shut and there were crossbows bracketed to the mezzanine rail. The room bristled with spears.

Shell-Cutter stood in a short newtscale brigantine near the throne. An ax hung from his belt, along with a few knives. His head bristled with dreadlock-like spines held back by a headband. A long cloak hung down from his shoulders and whispered as he moved across the tiles.

"Shell-Cutter, come here," Ja'Rabi began, fumbling with Middle Tamrielic. He found the language unpleasant and generally intolerable but it was a flaw he would have to live with, especially if Men were going to flock to his muster fields and ride with him. The chivalry of the south would need deeds and words, and national tension was not helping that issue. "This one has words for you. Orders.

With measured steps, Shell-Cutter walked towards the throne and bowed. "My lord! What do you beg of me?"

"Spare the trivialities." That's a mouthful! Ja'Rabi thought. "Rise. I want birds sent to the first and second Renrijra Krin armies. I want Border Watch reinforced by the Blackteeth... The sappers should train more Khajiit there, craft spears and build palisades. If the Krin move north to the edge of Bravil, we can move through the county towards the Old Empire line. A wide front... Surprise attack. It will be integral to our assault, this one thinks."

Shell-Cutter nodded dutifully. "Very well, it shall be done. I will order the birds sent immediately."

OOC: Hope you won't mind me describing the room, as I'd hate to post crap again.



Reynald nodded again, following the servant up a set of stairs. The spiral design reminded him of home a bit, and was a clear sign that this castle retained some Imperial features despite being used mostly by Nords. Of course, not that he was very joyful about these stairs - secretly, Reynald was afraid of heights, and back in High Rock such stairs would lead up into towers, meaning very high up. Fortunately, these stairs weren't very long, and soon, Reynald found himself in the dining room.

The room was large, but not so large as to be taken for the main hall, where all the castle's inhabbitants ate. This room seemed to be a miniature version of that. Designed clearly in Nordic fashion, with a line of shields hanging on one of the walls, and impressive decorative weapons on the other. Furs were used for carpets, as was common up north, in Skyrim. The room was dominated by a massive table, lined with several chairs (also covered with furs). It seemed that this was where the generals and important guests dined when a massive feast of Nordic fashion was not appropriate or if some privacy was desired.

Fjorkvar didn't seem to be here yet, so Reynald nodded in thanks to the Nord that had led him there, and approached one of the seats with a meal placed for the person occupying it; however, he didn't sit down just yet. The throne-like seat in the highest position was still empty, so it wouldn't have been proper for Reynald to sit down and show that he got tired of standing, implying that the host was rude by making him wait. Even if that was not what Fjorkvar would likely make of it.

Elindrin woke up suddenly, his body convulsing with electricity. He tried to cast a spell and realised he was silienced. He managed to throw his body off the bed and landed on the floor hard. Suddenly the spell stopped and he looked up dazed to see Taarfire standing near the door incapacitated with laughter. "You told me to wake you at 6 o' clock!" she spurted out between laughs. Elindrin smiled and sent a paralyse spell flying at her. She fell back and tumbled down stairs. Elindrin got up and walked over to the door, looking down the stairs he said "If you don't want breakfast, say nothing." Noticing she didn't reply, being frozen, Elindrin continued "Ok then, no breakfest for you." Elindrin turned back and took his Legion Uniform out of the Oak wardrobe, he dressed quickly and tied his sword to his belt. He walked down the stairs.

Elindrin walked into Jolten's room, and with a move of his hand, sent jolten off the bed and into the ceiling. "Breakfest!" He snapped, "If you want any, figure out a spell to get yourself off the ceiling." Elindrin turned around and left the room, walking into the dining room. Elindrin used magick to cook a breakfest which he ate alone. Apperantly, Taarfire was busy being paraylised and Jolten was busy being too incompetant to figure out the basic telekenisis spell required to get down off the ceiling.

Once breakfest was finished, Elindrin walked into Jolten's bedroom and said sadly shaking his head "Pathetic. I'd think even some one of your lowly skill would be ab-" Elindrin realised that Jolten was no longer on the ceiling in time to dodge a blow to his head from Jolten's staff. Jolten was, indeed, his father's son. Elindrin drew his sword and disarmed Jolten. "Good job" He said, delightedly "I'll give you a new trinket to enchant if can figure out how to release Taarfire from the Paralyse spell. There's a book on dispelling in my study. Read it before you try, you might end up killing her. I'm leaving to inspect the troops" Elindrin turned around and walked out of the door before Jolten could say anything.


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Elindrin walked in the gates of the fort, he was met by A'ren'ger. "Are the troops ready?" He asked ren. Ren nodded and they descended into the fort where the came upon the main hall. Its side walls were lined with bunk beds and tables ran down the middle. Iron chandleers hung from the ceiling, giving light to the place. Practice mats and dummies lay inbetween the tables and the beds, it was a big place. Ren walked down the tunnel with Elindrin and they inspected each soldier lined up next to his bunk bed. It was a long and ardous task to inspect each soldier. Halfway down, Elindrin saw a soldier with his cuirass on Backwards. Elindrin just sighed as Ren gave the signal for two men to carry him away for suitable punsihment. Probably washing the floors for the next year or so.

They continued on until every man had been expected. Elindrin turned to ren and said "Good work, this place is in top condition. I'm going to the Imperial legion Headquarters, there's proabably a mountain of paper work for me there. He sighed again and turned to leave.

Fjorkvar Whitebeard, Bruma

Where is Yngling..? Fjorkvar paced back and forth, he had just had a full bottle of Skooma, and he needed to speak to Yngling before he could do anything else. The castle had to many people inside, they couldn't speak in the open, so he had chosen this house for their meeting. Racial Purity were his ideals. He wanted to annihilate all other races, keep the Nord bloodline clean. Return to their former glory, rule over Tamriel with an Iron fist. The first step to that purity, would be Bruma. Fjorkvar had made up his mind to make Bruma pure. He would have his men terminate Imperial, Redguard, Khajiit, Dunmer, Altmer, Argonian, Breton, and Bosmer in the city. Then they could stand strong, free from the poison of the other races. As he paced he failed to notice Yngling enter. " You summoned me sir? " Fjorkvar related his plan to his General. Word would be spread to the men chosen for the job, and it would happen tomorrow evening. " I am not sure how Reynald will react. I will spare him and his men, perhaps they can even be paid to assist. There is much money to be made if he does. I have no problem with Mercenaries, or any group that does not cause me trouble, but the citizens under ME will be pure. If I do not return, carry out these orders. " Yngling nodded, he was unsure, but he would follow his master into any endevour. On the bright side, they could then be more sure that there were no spies in the territories. " Of course Lord. I will do whatever you command. "

Fjorkvar walked through the door, and standing in front of that house no one who didn't know him already would ever mistake him for a leader. His whole appearance was bedraggled and awry. Sweat stains on his clothes, hair sticking off, braids tangled and loose, some of his clothes were even on sideways. However bad he may look however, he walked with a false confidence, directly towards the castle. Guards. soldiers. and citizens alike stared at him as he passed by, stunned by his appearance. He walked up the stairs to the castle, nearly tripping as he went. Swinging the door open he managed to traverse the second set of stairs with ease. The door to the dining room was to the right, hopefully the mercenary general would agree to his plan. Here it goes.


General Garzonk gro-Bogharz, Near Dalkey

They had taken their time on the way, it wasn't a matter of urgency, simply a small troop movement. The smoke and fires of Dalkey could be seen, they were maybe three hundred metres away, when a messenger came and told them to make it back to Bruma with haste. No one had any idea what to think. They hadn't heard of what had been happening in Bruma, all Garzonk could think was that something had happened to Fjorkvar. Unknowing of absolutely anything, they turned around and made double speed.


Valh?ll of the Valley, Jerall Mountains

Slowed down by ?gmundr once again. If not for him they could have taken a narrower, faster passage, but instead his troops weren't nimble or surefooted enough, so they ended up on a long, winding mountain path that would set them back nearly a day. Valh?ll had been tempted to follow his Lieutenant, Soscean's suggestion to simply desert them and make it to Bruma themselves. But these fools couldn't even navigate through the mountains, and every man would be needed for the conflict in Cyrodiil. Hopefully they would make it by tomorrow evening or the evening after.

( OOC: I feel very bad about the quality of my posts. Perhaps after everything is settle i can get out of Bruma and they will improve. )

OOC: Slight timeskip for Arcturas so I can respond in one mass post. I am moving it to just before five in the morning.




General Arcturas Vallenturas

Arcturas rose sleepily at the call of the soldier, as he eyed the room wearily, noticing that same messenger standing at the entrance to the tent. Arcturas flashed him a tired smile, and pushed himself out of his sleeping roll, shuffling over to the man.

"Remind me to pay you double when I'm actually awake." he said chuckling, as the man laughed as well, and saluted his General. Arcturas returned the gesture and motioned to be at ease, as his eyes rested on the letter in the mans gloved hands.

"Message from General Reinhardt." the man informed him, holding the letter out in front of him. Arcturas nodded and took the envelope, walking over to his small desk, and opening the package, taking out the parchment, recognizing the Generals signature at the bottom. His eyes moved over the paper, reading it with interest as his sleepiness slowly ebbed away, his mind now racing with thoughts at the letter. He glanced out side the open tent flap and saw a very faint light through the trees, and he knew five o'clock couldn't be far off.

He finished the letter and put it down on the old table, looking at the canvas of the tents side unblinkingly, thinking of how more and more was starting to fall into place. The six thousand men coming from the south, as well as the added security around Skingrad, meaning he could focus almost entirely up north with the Nords. And now he had the full support of Reinhardt, as the man seemed just as eager to make action as he did, and he wanted the able General to stay down south, watching all of their backs.

The possibilities raced as he regarded the mans last idea of drawing the other nations into action and the first move, and would have thought for hours, had the messenger not coughed and shifted around behind him. The General turned to look at the man. "Ah! I'm sorry!" he exclaimed. "You must be exhausted soldier. Go get yourself cleaned up, some food and what little sleep you can before six, as that its when we leave." he instructed.

The man hesitated, looking at the parchment. "You do not require a delivery?" he asked quietly, anxious to please his General.

Arcturas smiled and shook his head. "No lad, not until we leave. I will give you the letter then, and you can deliver it to General Reinhardt. Understood?" he asked, looking at the man pointedly.

The messenger saluted Arcturas once more, and left immediately, going to find some food and drink before catching some sleep, thought he would only get about two hours. Back in the tent, Arcturas looked back at the letter one more time, then pulled out some more parchment, knowing he would not get any more sleep this night, he started on his reply to the General in the south.






Messenger Faerin, Dalkey

Faerin waited patiently, surprised a little at how the Nords didn't reply to his arrogant tone, but it quickly fled his mind as a very old but proud looking Nord came into view, his long grey hair braided behind his head. He was a tank of a man, though he only stood a few inches higher then Faerin, his torso seemed like it was two of the Altmers, and his slightly wild appearance only added ti the whole "giant barbarian" stereotype the Emissary had.

He quickly regained his composure however, and sat as straight as he could in the saddle on his horse, arranging his face into a proud and noble expression. "I am Faerin, Emissary of the Empire and agent of the High Chancellor Ocato, ruler of Cyrodiil." he called proudly. "I come bearing a letter from the High Chancellor himself." He paused, holding up the letter in his gloved hand.

"Who leads the Nprdic people of this village?" he asked.

Fort Sutch, Taigel

All of the Ra Gada were enjoying the comfort of the large quaters they had been provided. Some men played games and gambled, some men practice sword combat with each other, and some men even enjoyed light drinking and sing merry tunes from Hammerfell. Taigel couldn't help but smile. He usually only saw his men during their intense training, and after said training they would be to tired for any of this. Taigel himself enjoyed these living quarters. I suppose Anvil is relying on us to lead them to victory in the war. He was definitely in favor of this war, being sick of the Empire foot holding them down. In fact, he believes this whole rebellion should have been done a whole era ago.

"Master Taigel," a Ra Gada said approaching Taigel. "We have already taken violent military action, the war is on."

"This is great news, has the word already spread amongst our men?"

"Like a wildfire."

"Good." Taigel stood on a table and raised his voice. "Ra Gada! As many of you know we have already taken the first step in this war. I want you all to be aware that we will be going out on the move soon. Not tonight, not tomorrow, but soon." He looked out over his men, pleased that he had the attention of all of them. "Now how bout we kick some Cyrodiil ass, win this war, then get back home!" With that statement, all of the Ra Gada cheered, the room was full of confidence, and with good reason.

Kvatch Castle, Karilah and Vilamon.

Vilamon, Karilah, and all of there military advisor's sat in Vilamon's throne room. They all discussed strategy, it was agreed that they all should continue the offensive on Chorrol, and they should take advantage of the momentum they had. A messenger came into the throne room, bearing good news.

"The settlement of Hackdirt was taken easily, and morale is very high."

"This is good news indeed, how have others reacted to our military action?" Karilah asked the messenger.

"From reports no response has been made yet."

"This could be a good thing, I suppose they would like to know what action we want them take next?"

"They told me to ask you that."

"We decided it would be best to build a solid territory, therefore we want them to take Fort Dirich."

"I will make haste to tell them this." With that the messenger turned and left the castle. He started in a fast walk but then began to run to his horse, knowing there was not time to to waste.

Kariliah, Vilamon, and the advisors reuturned to their map, planing what they would do after the took Fort Dirich, assuming victory, they only made minor plans in case of failure.

OOC: Will probably add to this if my new character gets approved

OOC: W00tz how many chracters can we have. I'd like to also have just a regular soldier character that gives the game another perspective?

IC

On route to Chorrol


Maximus and his Legion moved out after taking a rest during the night. They were making great time. The plan of being in Chorrol in 3 days, and 4 nights was off. They would make Chorrol in 2 days, and 1 night. Maximus and his men were pleased with this, and continued at their pace. Birds of all species flew through the air churpings, and singing to one another. Deer hid in the woods, and scurried away as the Legion marched by them. The road was not of any trouble at all, and it gave them great time. High spirits were had all around as Maximus looked at his guards with a question.

"This country is beautiful is it not?"

The guards looked at Maximus and to each other with a strange face. They did not know what the general was talking about, it was an unusual question coming from him. But they replied anyway.

"Yes General! It is a fine country indeed. We will destroy these vile villan's from here, and the Empire will grow and prosper with new lands even more!"

Maximus looked at the guards, and gave a quick smile and then looked up at the sky as the sun shinned on his face. He knew they were just trying to sound enthusiastic which they were, but even this was taking it to far. Maximus and the group road in silence for the remainder of the day, rarely making comments about the countryside.


On route to Skingrad


Commander Granic and the remainder of the Legion from Castle Branix continued on through the forests, and reached the tip of the Strid River. It flowed into the small gulf that flanked Anvil from the south. The Legion had no real problem getting across the shallow tip of the river as Commander Granic sent for his messanger. The messanger road up along side Commander Granic as he looked around the land.

"Send a message to General Arillius say that we have begun crossing the Stride River, and are making our way to Skingrad. We shall arrive in 1 day!"

"Yes My' Lord!" the messanger said trotting off on his fast messanger horse. The sound of the river changed as the Legion moved across the river towards Skingrad. Their presence in Skingrad would hopefully do its job.


Somewhere near Hackdirt

The young scout rode through the tree's and shrubs watching and listening for anything out of the ordinary. Hackdirt was not far off, and he would have to visit the town to get food and water, before he returned to General Arillius. He continued at a nice trotting pace, and began to hear a strange shuffle, and clatter noise. It was obviously out of the ordinary, and the young scout went to check it out. He had learned several large spells from the local mage, and he had used them to his advantage on many scouting missions. The noises began to get louder and louder as the young scout lept off his horse, and tied it to a nearby tree. He looked around, and spoke a few words to himself before he became "One with the Trees". His invisibility spell worked, and he continued toward the noises.

After walking a few lengths away from his horse, he spotted what the noise was. Soldiers in the town of Hackdirt. They were no Legion, and had strange markings on their banners. The young scout crouched behind a bush, and pulled out his notebook he used, and every scout used that came from Castle Branix. He began sketching the strange markings of the banisters, and continued to look around. It seemed that Hackdirt was taken by some invading force. The young scout did not know if it was from the north where General Arillius was headed or from the west.

All around Hackdirt, it seemed that soldiers were looting the place. The scout finished sketching the markings on the banners, and quietly scrurried through the forest back to his horse where he rode off to report the mysterious soldiers to General Arillius.

Chief Thangbrand Stoneheim, Dalkey

As the Altmer sat up on his horse and spoke of the "Ruler of Cyrodiil" Thangbrand simply looked to the mer on the horse and chuckled. " Haha, Ruler of Cyrodiil? What about the four fifths he has absolutely no control over? Does he rule this settlement? Last I checked we were within land formerly called Cyrodiil. I lead this village, but our true leader resides in the city of Bruma. If you are not to, proud, dismount, and your horse will be stabled, your belly filled, and a pillow placed under your head. Be careful my friend, for I mean you no harm, but if you remain so high, i am sure someone of this village will be eager to knock you down. " A small crowd, including civilians, a few guards, and some of Thangbrands personal guards themselves had gathered, looking on the Altmer with interest. Thangbrand put on the warmest smile he could, attempting to counter the hostility of his prior statement (for it was merely a warning, not a threat). " Before we continue however, what is this messengers name? "


( OOC: Apoligies for the short post, like i said, everything will get better once all this is taken care of. )

Outside Cheydinal

Rathyn was in his tent when he heard the call of his regiment. He picked himself up, grabed his spear and dashed out. Out of all the soldiers gavering around the commander. He could make out the commands faintly but he could understand them. They were being sent out to the northern regions of Cyrodiil. He was a bit happy to be moving out and into some action, but they would have to travel the dangerous roads through the mountians.

" We will be setting out soon, get ready to march."

Rathyn headed back to his tent to pack for the journey. He entered and rolled up his bedroll and got his things in order.

OOC: Sorry for the short post, I will post more later.

Messenger Faerin, Dalkey

Faerin listened with a scowl etched onto his face, his dark eyebrows brought together at the fact the man would issue such a threat to an Emissary, not to mention the clear disdain in his voice when talking about Ocato. THe crowd that had gathered did not phase the Altmer nor did the threat, as he listened to the Nord continue speaking, offering bed and food as well as a stable for his horse.

"I have already given you my name, but apparently the wind must be blowing directly into your ears so I shall repeat it. I am Faerin, Emissary to the Empire." he said clearly, giving a short bow in his saddle. "This letter," he said, holding the letter up for all to see, "is for your leaders eyes only, and those he wishes to share it with." he instructed with his arrogant voice. "I will take you up on the offer of food and bed, as well as a bath if you can give it, if you promise this letter is delivered straight away to whoever calls themselves 'leader'."


Scout Astius, Gates of Chorrol

Astius burst through the open gates, passing by the guards without a word and sprinting towards the castle, his chest numb from the long run, and his breath coming in short, labored gasps. The run up the hill to the Castle was especially hard in his exhausted state, and he had to pause at the top for a moment before running through the gates into the courtyard and into the open hall of the Castle.

He immediately saw Captain Bornus coming from the barracks, and he made his way over to him, breathing heavily as he stopped in front of the man, saluting him.

The Captain looked at the man surprised, as he saluted back and motioned to be at ease. "What brings you here in such a state?" he asked, looking behind the scout as if expecting to see a host of Nords following him.

"The... the south.... Hackdirt... overrun... not Nords...." the man explained, or tried to but couldn't find his breath. "Not.... not the Nords..." he repeated, pointing to the west side of the room, as if trying to explain it better.

The Captain thought for a second, but it hit him quickly as his face fell at the implications. "The West?" he asked quietly.

Astius nodded, and collapsed to the floor, on his hands and knees, throwing up the contents of his stomach from the hard run. THe Captain merely whistled to some nearby guards to attend to the man as he made his way to the Great Hall of the castle where their leader would still most likely be.


Luspinian Maraennius, Castle Chorrol

The Count sat quietly as his Captain Bornus told him the news, his face emotionless as his mind secretly panicked. Two enemies at my doorstep and no Legions to be seen! he thought, getting angry at how they had seemingly abandoned him. He looked up at the Captain who waited for the Counts reply, and Luspinian looked over at Aldos, who stood quietly as always waiting for when he was needed. Sure enough, the young Count beckoned the Dunmer over, and he leaned down next to him.

"What should be done?" the young man whispered, the panic starting to show in his voice now.

The Dunmer merely smiled and remained calm, as he replied. "Well from what I understand, a Legion camps to the south of Hackdirt, and from our latest communications with other Legions, General Vallenturas will be here soon enough."

"So," he continued, not waiting for a response from the man, "perhaps a messenger should be sent to the southern Legion, to bring them up to Hackdirt, and from there the two Legion can make plans with each other to get these invaders out of our lands." he explained.

Luspinian listened with interest at the plan and it made sense to him. So he nodded eagerly and motioned for the Dunmer to leave again, as he turned back to the Captain. "Send a messenger to the Legion south of us, and a message to General Vallenturas who is marching north, telling them about the attack and how they should make their plans with each other." he instructed.

THe Captain nodded and bowed. "Yes my Lord." he muttered before turning and rushing out of the hall, leaving the Count to ponder the latest development in peace.

Chief Thangbrand Stoneheim, Dalkey

" And you must have wind in your ears as well, you didn't reply to my offer of stable, but i will assume you accepted. " Thangbrand stood looking at the Altmer with a wide grin on his face. The two guards who had originally been outside the gate walked to the horse, lifting the elf off and placing him down gently. Faerin didn't look to happy, a scowl across his face. To make matters worse the crowd that gathered laughed as he was manually dismounted. A civilian came forward, leading the horse east, down the wall to the stables.

The crowd split as they walked, everyone returning to their original positions save for four of Thangbrands guards and a few children. Thangbrand walked slightly ahead of Faerin, Damn proud Altmer. If Ocato is this bad then I understand why the council split. Indeed, a High Elf was an odd sight in Dalkey. Most of them had seen one before, but this was the first to ever actually enter the town. Elves were everything the Nords despised, they had been mortal enemies ever since they first came here from Atmora. The Tavern had a few men hanging around outside, and it could be seen through the windows that a few men partied inside. Thangbrands intentions had been to put him in nice quiet lodgings on the edge of town, a nice bath, have his clothes cleaned, everything. After the incident at the gates though, what would perturb him more than staying amongst a bunch of Nords? (A few drunk ones at that.) And instead of a hot bath, he would merely get an old wash basin. Tonight he would live amongst Nords, and he would live as lowly as he assumed they did. Leading the Altmer into the Tavern, the elf pushed up his face in disgust as a rather drunk Nord stumbled over and slapped him on the back. Thangbrand simply laughed, telling his guards to wait outside, and motioning for the owner to get some food.
He quickly slid over to the bar, whispering so only the owner could hear, " Deer meat, bread, and cheese. Don't be afraid to burn the meat. " Thangbrand winked to the owner, turning back to Faerin. " Your bedroom is upstairs at the end of the hall on the right. "


Fjorkvar Whitebeard, Castle Bruma

" Mistur ReynnallD " Fjorkvar's speech was beginning to slur, the Skooma beginning to really take effect. He relayed the story, fumbling with some parts. " Tomoarroww, we..e willll PURIFY Brrumah. SKYRIM willl bee miiightyy onnce moore. " Reynald obviously thought he was a disgrace. Anyone who wasn't fiercely loyal to him would think the same. But he had agreed to the plan none the less, and after tomorrow evening the only race left in Bruma would be the proud people of Skyrim, The mighty Nords.


( OOC: We will now timeskip until lateish morning of the next day. )

OOC: Worked out between me and Jerod

IC: Stewardess Lar-Rah sighed as she walked around the throne room. She made sure nothing was out of place, nothing had the slightest hint of dirt on it. Everything had to be perfect. Once her examination was complete, she leaned up against a pillar, and began rubbing her head. This day had been rough, ever since the count left to that meeting in Elsweyr, he had put Lar-Rah in his stead.
She thought it would be simple, hell, she thought she would be able to relax a bit. But boy, was she wrong. The Argonian Adviser had gone through the most traumatizing torture ever. In the Counts place, she had to go to the Daily Guild meetings in his place, hear the bickering of the Local Farmers and peasants, and last but not least, the over all reports of the Town Guard.

The Castle Doors slammed open suddenly, and a Dunmer walked in with a fast pace, heading directly to the throne room. Lar-Rah, slowly stood back up and walked towards the Dark Elf. "I need to speak to the Count. Is he available?" The man immediately demanded. The Adviser studied the Dunmer for a few seconds, Whats this fellow doing in Blackwood?, she tried her best to show a smile. ''The Count isn't here, He'll be gone for several more days, off in a meeting in...Elsweyr...'' She paused for moment, unsure if she should tell him if she was the counts replacement. ''The Count....ummmm...assigned-'' The Castle door opened up again, this time an Argonian stepped in, and walked through the hall.
Lar-Rah, luckily knew who the Argonian was, he was Laden Jah, she had talked to the man several times before, and technically, he had more power then the Count. She looked back at the Dunmer, ''Laden over there...'' She gestured towards him, ''He has just about as much power as the Count'' She chuckled slightly, Hell, probably more..., ''He's your best bet to talk to...''

Reydin observed the stewardess. She appeared to be quite the nervous wreck. These argonians probably overwork everyone, he thought as she pointed him to the argonian who had just walked in. "Thanks," he told the stewardess as he walked toward Laden.

"Laden, I believe?" He said to the argonian as he held his hand out, which Laden promptly shook. "My name is Reydin Talaani. Don't worry," he said as he saw the argonian's questioning look. "I'm not from the Kingdom of Morrowind. I represent a very different organization, one that can be of great benefit to you and the Blackwood Rebels. Please, may we sit down?"

The two sat down at a table and Reydin went on: "We call ourselves The Spark of Providence. We do not wish war, but it has come to such a situation where this will be necessary. All we truly intend is to become our own independent and sovereign nation, occupying a small area of the Kingdom of Morrowind."

"However, the Kingdom of Morrowind has not been too gracious toward us. Rather, they excecuted our head members, identifying us as a 'terrorist organization.' But I assure you, Laden, we are nothing of the sort. We are a rebellion, if you may. But we have tried to fight, and we have failed."

"So we come to the Blackwood Rebels to form an alliance." Reydin pulled out a map from his bag, and spread it across the table. "We have five thousand troops standing by. But five thousand is no match for fifteen thousand. That is why we come to you. We wish to form a military alliance against the Kingdom of Morrowind."

"Here are the terms my organization is offering: should we defeat the Kingdom of Morrowind, the Blackwood Rebels will be granted full control over Cheydinhal and the Blue Road. My organization, however," Reydin pointed on the map a bit south of Cheydinhal. "Requests only the southern half of the Nibenay Sector."

"So now, Laden, I believe it is up to you, I suppose. Will you help us?"

At Reydin's last question, Laden sighed. ''You chose a helluva time to ask for an alliance...'' He leaned back in his chair, ''Its not up to me, it never has been. If you want an alliance, you'll have to travel down to Leyawiin, and have a chat with Hathei Jah, my father, but chances are he'll kill you out of paranoia'' He leaned forward, ''My pop lost it a few years ago, because your Dunmer pals in the Kingdom of Morrowind, tried to assassinate him, he's got over three hundred body-guards, and keeps himself locked in the Castle''

''So, I'm sorry to break your Dark Elven Heart, but I cant help you right now, don't get me wrong, an alliance sounds [censored] fantastic, but I don't see it happening. And frankly, I'm sure you should know, most Argonians wouldn't want to fight for the ones who enslaved and tortured our people for hundreds of years'' Laden then stood up, and thought for a moment, He disliked Dunmer with a smoldering passion, but if this one was telling the truth, the extra manpower could prove useful, and they weren't asking a lot in return.

But something didn't feel right. Laden hissed lowly under his breath, then made a decision, ''Stick around for a few days, if your good, I'll take your offer into consideration, then I'll try-'' He cut himself off as he realized, he had completely forgotten about his plan. He frowned slightly, ''Just stick around, and don't let me catch you snooping around, your not the first Dunmer who came, claiming they wanted an alliance and peace."

Reydin felt a little disheartened at Laden's inability to commit, not because it wouldn't allow him to complete his mission; oh, he'd get it done one way or another; but because of all the extra work he'd have to do now. "We're not asking argonians to fight for us, we're asking them to fight with us, to fight alongside us. The Spark of Providence has no prejudice against your people. And we are not pals with the Kingdom of Morrowind; they publicly executed our leaders, saying they were terrorists and heretics." Then Reydin had an idea.

"What about your mercenaries?" Reydin asked. "You control them directly, right? No need to seek out approval from your father; it's your army."

Laden felt uneasy when the Dunmer asked about his control over the Mercenary's. He shifted his shoulders nervously, ''Yes It's my army, and no, I don't need approval from my father. Although, he's not exactly happy about it.'' He grinned slightly. ''Why do you ask?'' He knew what the answer was going to be, but asked anyway.

Reydin was pleased by the Argonian's response. "I think you know exactly why I asked," he said, grinning. Then he went on. "About your father, he's about to go over the edge. You have over six thousand loyal troops. I have five thousand. Together, think of what we can do. Your father has an army too, I believe, of how many soldiers?"

Laden raised an eyebrow at the Dunmer. How the hell does he know my troop count? How the hell did he even know I had my own army?, He turned his head slightly in a suspicious glare, ''I don't feel comfortable discussing these things publicly, especially with a Dunmer I just met''

Reydin saw the argonian's glare, and knew he may have crossed a line. He had gotten over-confident, and that set him back quite a bit. "Then, Laden," he said. "May we find some place private to discuss these things? I assure you, my good sir, it will be worth your while."

Laden's expression didn't seem to change when Reydin asked to meet in a private location. Intrigue and Suspicion filled his mind, he definitely didn't trust the Dunmer, but found interesting how he was coming to the Blackwood Rebels, of all of the other factions, asking for help, and how he seemed to know a lot of the army they were creating. The man would have some explaining to do.
''Alright'' Laden said, with a hint of spite in it, ''You've caught my interest, I'll hear what you gotta say, but you better have a damn good reason on how you know so much about our military...'' He leaned in slightly, ''Come to my house tomorrow around noon, I wont give you directions, that's what the Guards and Beggars are for, I cant chat now, because...'' He looked out one of the windows by the table, ''I have a meeting with someone, and I'm running late...''

Reydin was a little disappointed; he should have expected this to take more than one day. Nevertheless, he stood up and smiled. "Right then," he said, holding his arm out to shake. "Tomorrow at noon. It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Laden Jah." The two shook hands, and Reydin left the castle, and made his way to the Lonely Suitor Lodge.

Inside, he scanned the tavern for the man he was looking for. In the back corner was a dunmer, eating a pie. Reydin sat down at the bar and called the waiter over. "I'll have a 9 oz. sirloin and a bottle of your finest scotch. Cook it medium-well." The waiter nodded, wrote down his order and went back into the kitchen.

The dunmer from the back corner came to sit next to Reydin. "We've been making good business today," the dunmer said to Reydin. "Here's the earnings." The dunmer handed Reydin a large sealed envelope. The two nodded to each other in acknowledgment and parted. Not caring to wait for the steak, Reydin asked the man behind the bar, "How much for a room?"

"Twenty Drakes for a room," the argonian hissed. "And fifty drakes for that lovely woman over there," He pointed to an argonian prosttute, smiling at Reydin from the corner.

"No thanks," Reydin said. "I'll just take the room."

Outskirts of Chorrol


General Arillius marched on as they crested a small hill that had smoke rising above it. But really it was smoke coming from the houses of Chorrol. The country was beautiful, but Maximus knew that it could all be destroyed if the West brought its army to Chorrol. They continued on the curvey winding road when the sudden sight of a young man appeared through the tree line. He was one of the messangers, he seemed to have been riding for hours. He was terribly exhausted, and looked as if he would fall of his horse at any moment.

"General... Men... Hackdirt... Hackdirt has!"

Maximus looked at two of his guards, and the two quickly helped dismount the man from his horse that was taken to the rear of the long colum. The guards rested the man on the ground, and poured him some water, and handed him a piece of bread. He continued.

"General, strange men have taken Hackdirt. I took a sketch of their flag banner incase you knew who they were?"

The young mans arm's were to tired to reach in his pocket to grab the notebook, but one of the guards grabbed it. Handing it to Maximus. Maximus looked at it for a moment thinking of what it was. He could not tell, he needed more information.

"Were they Nords. Has Skyrim attacked us already?"

"No sir, they were no Nord. They were a mixed unit..."

"The West!"

Maximus said with a worried look on his face. He looked to his guards to assist the man to a doctor while they continued on to Chorrol. The guards mounted the man behind one of them, and rode to the back looking for a doctor. They quickly found one who wasn't to far down the colum, and returned to Maximus' side.

"General, what was that symbol?"

Maximus looked at the guard as they rode faster, and the colum picked up the pace.

"It was a symbol from the West. Their military has made a sneak attack on our town, I must warn General Vallenturas. He will want to know about this immediatly!"

The horses began to go from a trot to a small gallop as the colum reached a small jogging pace.


Outskirts of Skingrad


Commander Ganic approached the outskirts of Skingrad with his colum of 5,000 men. They waved hello to the passing peasents and people just out for a nice day as they approached the city walls.

"Who goes there?" came a voice from up above.

"It is Commander Ganic, dispatched from Castle Branix under General Arillius in Elsweyr. We have been given orders by General Vallenturas to come and aid Skingrad in its defence. We must be let in!"

"Yes yes, we've been waiting for you. Our lord has been waiting for you!"

The guard disapeared, and the large city doors opened. The large colum continued in with cheers from building windows, and people on the street. The Green and White Banners with Gold trim blew in the breeze as people rushed over to meet the Legion of soldiers. Commander Ganic dismounted his horse at the stables along with the rest of the cavalrymen, and made his way to the Counts castle. The doors opened, and Granic entered. A man stopped him suddenly.

"What business do you have with the Count?"

"I'am here to tell him that the Legion from Castle Branix has come to aid him, and the city of Skingrad!"

Guard lead Granic to a door which the guard entered.

"Stay here, I will see if the Count is available?"

Granic Stood waiting.

Laden Jah, Castle Bravil

Laden watched the Dunmer leave in distaste. He didn't trust this mer at all, and made it clear to him. Laden turned back around and kept walking up the hall, until he came up to the door to the Castle Dungeon.
He opened the reinforced wooden door and stepped in.

''Sorry I'm late...'' He said to J'Aiq, who stood leaning against the wall, reading a small parchment. Laden jutted his thumb towards the door, ''I was approached by a Dunmer fellow, he represented some sort of rebel group out in Morrowind. Spark of something or other...'' J'Aiq raised an eyebrow, ''What did he want?''

Laden shrugged, ''I'm not sure, an alliance, or so he says, something's up with this guy though, I mean, he knew about our military, he knew, our troop count...I'll be meeting him again tomorrow though, but in the mean time...'' He gestured at the paper J'Aiq was holding. It took the Khajiit a few seconds to realize. ''Oh, yes sir, the assassin, I dug up some info on him...'' He said as he handed the parchment to Laden.

''He goes by the name of 'Va'Rahkshi', and frankly, he's an odd one'' He said with a slight disgusted look on his face. Va'Rahkshi? That sounds Khajiit... Laden thought. He didn't mind Khajiit, but at times he mistrusted them. J'Aiq continued, ''We caught him about three days ago, breaking and entering into Silverhome on the water...Gilgondorin got quite a scare...'' He chuckled at the last bit, then cleared his throat. ''Anyway, we got him in the dungeon, but he's been scheduled to be executed in....eight days now...''

He then turned and nodded his head to the Jailer. The Jailer lazily stood up, and unlocked the Door to the Dungeons, then sat back down, going back to his mug of ale. ''Lets go meet him...'' J'Aiq said, walking to the door. Laden followed suit.
They walked into a large room with several cells on each side. J'Aiq stopped in one particular, and Laden peered in. There, at the back of the cell stood a Khajiit, whom seemed to have turned his shirt into gauntlets. ''That's him?'' Laden asked, and J'Aiq nodded, seemingly annoyed by the Khajiit Prisoner.

Laden grinned slightly, This'll be interesting..., ''Open it up'' He said. The Guard Captain sighed regrettably, before pulling out a key, and unlocking the cell door. Laden stepped into the cell, facing the Khajiit. ''Hi there'' He said, ''You may or may not know who I am, but I suppose that does not matter, what matters, is I have-'' He looked around at the other prisoners, they were obviously interested in who this Argonian man was doing. ''I have a proposition for you, Mr. Va'Rahkshi'' He grinned a bit more, ''One that you may find rather interesting...''

OOC: This Character has been Ok'd by W00tz. I will still continue with my Imperial General Maximus.

IC

Ravanger Camp, Somewhere in Skyrim


Sven sat in his camp waiting with his men. They had travelled from the far reaches of Skyrim to come here, and were axious to get into battle. They had been ordered to stay away from Bruma for the time being. They would be sent a message when the time came for them to leave for Bruma. The men talked about their travels, and how they had been through hell and back many years before. Sven was like any other Nord, but he had something others didn't. He didn't know what it was, but he had been told by others he was different than other Nords.

Sven entered his tent, and brushed his long hair, and his beard. He untied the two braids he had as a beard, and began brushing. He was a tough fighter, and had created a group of tough fighters. Sven was a very patriotic man, he had travelled through Skyrim many times, and the other provinces as well. His men were trained in guerrilla warfare, and had used their skills many times before. They had honed their skills as guerrillas. The wind began to pick-up, and the younger fighters in his group left the fires, and went to get warm in their tents. Sven looked around, and spotted one of his messangers.

"Phillip! come over here a moment."

"Yes Sven?"

Sven had a General ranking, but he was a man of the people first before all else so he let his men call him by his name. Sven waved the young messanger in, and closed the tents flap.

"I want you to keep an eye on the men today, they may get a bit crazy if we don't move out soon. You know how they love a good fight! They are like demons. Nothing stands in their way of what they are after."

"Yes Sven, I know them well."

Sven waved the man away, and layed on his nice fur's he had gotten. He fell quickly to sleep, waiting for the message.

Dammit, I clicked 'Quote', instead of 'Edit'...

Pay no mind to this post...

Hackdirt, Earon

OOC: This first bit takes place yesterday, while all of the scouts are witnessing the massacre.

Tregar, Kvatch's spymaster, approached Earon. "Sir, I've seen two Old Empire scouts witness us, and it appears they are going to go back and report us."

"Good, Ocato and his goonies need to know what's coming his way."

"Are you sure?"

"We'll be fine, the banners we are carrying are neither that of Kvatch or Anvil, same goes for our uniforms. They'll have no proof we are affiliated with The Gold Coast."

"I hope you know they will all suspect that we are."

"Let them suspect what they want."

"Yes sir."

Next Morning

Earon's men were all enjoying the comfort of the dead villager's homes. The upper ranks used the houses as their quarters, while the rest set up camp around the village. Earon, being a sick man, decided the best use of the bodies was a bonfire. The smell of burning flesh was strong throughout that night, but morale stayed high because of new supplies they gained. Earon was viewing a letter a messenger had dropped off for him, it stated his next move was to take Fort Dirich.

One of Earon's officers approached him, the body burning had convinced him Earon was nuts. "Sir, was the body burning truly necesary. I mean, it could give away our presence, and I heard it could be smelt from a while away."

Earon stood up, and looked down at his officer. "Are you questioning me?" He snarled.

"No... well yes kind of... but, this could make the Old Empire more alert."

"I wanted Fort Dirich to smell the death, I want them to know that they are going to be the next ones to burn."

"Do you seriously intend to burn the corpses of them too?"

Earon did not answer the question, he simply smacked the officer across the face with the back of his hand, then left the home. He walked through the center of the village, the pile of charred corpses was still there, he walked over to it. He smiled looking at the pile. He felt the blackened bones, smothly running his hands along what used to be an arm. He turned away and walked over to his officers quarters. They all were sitting around a table; they saw him walk in and they stood up. "I want the word that we will be attacking Fort Dirich at night spread." All of the officers saluted Earon, then left to spread the word.

General Arcturas Vallenturas, Just North of Fort Ash

Arcturas rode his horse at the front of the long column of soldiers, Ayond riding just behind him, and Achille and Knuuk riding a little further back, talking to the host of under-commanders and the common soldiers. Horse mounted men came up to the General every few minutes, bringing in scouting reports of the land ahead, and if it was clear of any unwanted visitors.

The General was happy at how his men had been prepared and ready to march five minutes before their departure time, and how well they had been marching so far, making amazing distance in the short time they had been on the paved road, as they had gotten of the road only thirty minutes ago, as they started heading north for the old Alyeid ruin they would be camping near. The morning was clear and calm, and animals fled from the mighty tread of the unified force, and any bandits in the area certainly hid their pathetic heads at the passing of the incredible force.

Nothing spectacular happened until with about two hours left, a messenger wearing the White Oak on his chest came riding towards him, drawing looks from many of his soldiers. Mounted soldiers rode up to the man, spears help high as they called out to the man.

"State your business, rider of Chorrol!" one of them called, as the man slowed to a trot, though he payed little attention to the two men. He looked straight at Vallenturas, the only man who held the Centurions helmet, and spoke.

"Centurion." he said, bowing in his saddle respectfully. He didn't wait to hear Arcturas' response though, as he continued. "I come on behalf of Count Luspiniann of Chorrol, bringing ill news of war and destruction already starting on our borders." he said, bringing his horse right up to the man. "Hackdirt has been overrun by an unknown force, though he we suspect the Western Province has marched on us, and the Count wishes for your aid to drive them away. The Legion at Fort Dirich has also been alerted." he explained, many men whispering excitedly behind the General.

Arcturas thought hard, thinking of what might happen if they abandoned their current plan. The thought of a Nordic and Western alliance crossed his mind, but both factions were fiercely independant and likely would not form an alliance so easily.

He turned back to Knuuk and Achille, before speaking loudly for all too hear. "We march west Legionnaire's!" he commanded, as the orders were relayed through the entire column. He turned back to the messenger. "Make haste back to the Count and instruct him to prepare a tight defense should the Nords make a move while I am out west. Go now." he said, as the man saluted the General then tore off.

Arcturas turned and whistled for one of his messengers, who rode forwards. "Ride south until you find General Arillius, and inform him to make for Fort Dirich, meeting up with Captain Borillus who commands th 3rd Legion." he told him quickly, before sending him off with a salute.

He motioned for another scout, who rode up beside his General swiftly. "Ride fast and hard to Fort Dirich, and inform Captain Borillus that we are heading to Hackdirt and then to Fort Dirich, and that they are to hold fast at their position, awaiting our approach in less then two days." he instructed, before sending this last man away with anotehr salute.

He turned back and faced the column, sitting straight in his saddle. "Turn the column to the southwest and get it moving as quickly as possible!" he commanded. "We march for Hackdirt, and battle!!" he yelled, drawing some cheers from the Legion as it swung around in an orderly fashion.

Arcturas rode his horse to the swinging front of the line, a grimace on his face at what was about to come.


Count Malpenix Mercius, Castle Skingrad

The blind old man sat motionless on his gilded throne, listening as the footsteps in the distance grew closer. Flavius stood next to the Count and a different figure stood to the back of the room, her robes hugging her every curve as her left leg stuck out of the fabric in a most alluring fashion.

The guard kneeled in front of Malpenix, waiting to be adressed, as Flavius informed the Count who came before him. Malpenix looked into the guards general direction and he smiled as he heard the man's nervous gulp.

"Speak." he commanded powerfully.

The guard rose, his helmet in between his arm and his side as he spoke. "My Lord, a Commander Garic wishes to speak with you." he told him.

A silence insued as Malpenix "stared" at the man with his unblinking stare. "Alusannah will attend to him." he instructed shortly, as the woman stepped out of the shadows, revealing her shapely body, long black hair, and dark and mysterious eyes, forcing the guards eyes down at her sheer attractivness. She merely giggled, as she walked past the old man, kissing him on his wrinkled cheek before passing the guard with a wink.

She found the Commander waiting outside of the Great Hall for the COunt, and she smiled as she approached him. "Welcome, traveller, to Skingrad." she greeted him with her soft, whisper of a voice. "The Count is unable to see you now, but tell what you need to tell him, and I will inform him when I see him." she said, her smile still on her delicate face, as she rested her hand on her hip.

"And of course, supplies will be sent out to your camp. Food, drink, and even women if your men so desire." she told him with a giggle, throwing her hip from one side to the other, shifting so her leg was more revealed to the mans view.


Captain Borillus, Fort Dirich

The camp was like a bee-hive as the man disassembled the camp, taking down tents and knocking down the walls of the permanent fort so no enemies could move in during their absence. The Captain had decided to march north to meet these invaders head on so they didn't march to Chorrol. His scouts were already far away from the camp, going to gather an accurate number of troops and troop type, as well as what movements they have made during the night.

He exited his tent to watch the fort be taken down; Fort Dirich off only three hundred yards away, sitting in ruins and quite useless compared to the forts the Legion could easily construct. His plan was a simple one, as he would march north, keeping in touch with the newfound Legion coming in from the south. If all went well, his Legion would swing to the west, and the other Legion from the south would come in from the southeast, trapping the invaders between two powerful forces.

***********

Thirty minutes later, the camp was completely taken down, and his men were ready to march, six thousand strong, all battle-ready and eager to drive these fools away, and make them pay for slaughtering innocent people, even if it was the dark town of Hackdirt. Word had already been sent to Ocato, as well as the other Counts, and Borillus was sure things were about to break wide open in the near future.


Messenger Faerin, Dalkey

The Altmer awoke as a small bout of shouting came from downstairs, followed by a scream, something wooden being broken, and silence again. He grumbled as he couldn't get back to sleep, even though he had gotten so little last night. He had to admit that the Nords knew how to drink late into the night, and apparently into the morning, he thought, rising from the uncomfortable bed with continued grumbling.

He slipped on his robes, walked past the untouched basin of cold water and stepped outside into the dreary hallway, making his way slowly downstairs for a bite to eat before going to see if a reply had come to Ocato's message. He entered the main room of the tavern, and could only shake his head as the place looked like a small tornado had blow through the place, with several chairs broken and even a few tables lying in splinters on the ground, most with a stirring patron underneath.

He made his way to the bar, his chin held high, as he adressed the barkeeper. He hoped the breakfast would be better then the [censored] meal he had been given last night. "A bowl of fruit if you have it." he ordered. "And it's not rotten." he muttered, though he didn't bother to keep his voice too quiet this time.

He figured he would eat, then make his way to whatever barbarian ran this settlement to inquire whether a response had been sent his way so he could be out of this place as fast as he could.

Castle Skingrad

Commander Garnic looked at the woman. She was very attractive, and she knew it. He removed his helmet in kindness, and placed it under his arm. He walked over to her, standing very close to her.

"I'am here on orders from General Arillius. I'am here to aid Skingrad in its defences. Anything my men can do to help they will. But first they must be fed, and able to rest. We have marched many miles from Castle Branix in Elsweyr."

Commander Garnic bowed in kindness, and turned around walking out to his men. He turned around before he exited, and looked at the woman with a kind glance. Some of the men along with the Commanders took up residence in the inn's filling up all the rooms. The others took up residence outside in small one man tents.

Garnic looked around the inn, and ordered a nice Amber Ale. He sat with two of his lower ranking commanders as the whole tavern/inn echoed with Legionnaires.

"We will help the Skingrad Guards with making defences tomorrow morning. But for know, we will watch the already made defences, and see what we could improve or add?"

"Yes Commander" Came the reply. Everyone was having a good time.

Outside Chorrol

General Arillius and the Legion approached the gates of Chorrol when two guards drew bows at them from two watch towers. General Arillius held up his hand as the whole colum halted to a sudden stop. The guards didn't even flich as the two guards still held their bows.

"I'am General Maximus Arillius of Castle Branix in Elsweyr. We are under orders by General Vallenturas to come and assist Chorrol in anyway you need. I must speak with your Count, and tell him what I know!"

The guards looked at each other for a moment thinking, then suddenly the two large doors opened. Chorrol was a beautiful place, not as beautiful as Castle Branix, but it was nice for a northern city. Maximus entered with his guards as the commanders, and some of the soldiers made it to the taverns/inns. General Maximus trotted over to the Castle, and quickly dismounted. Maximus and his guards quickly passed the counts messanger, and opened the doors to the Counts court. General Maximus and his guards lowered to one knee removing their helmets, and bowing their heads.

"I'am General Arillius of Castle Branix in Elsweyr. I have some concerning news to report. Unknown soldiers have taken Hackdirt. One of my scouts sketched this of their banner!"

Maximus held out the sketchbook, and stood with his guards at attension.

OOC: Sorry Raven.

A bit of a crap post to get you the letter.
Sorry again.

Messenger Norton, Great Forest

The man rode swiftly down the paved roads of the Empire, his horse keeping the great pace for a suprising amount of time, as he delivered the message from General Vallenturas to General Reinhardt, the package strapped to the side of the horse in a leather envelope.

Though he had not read it, the paper contained the words:

General Reinhardt,

After reading your letter, I have to say I'm glad I have a General as esteemed as you that agree's with my opinion. While you are correct on the fact that we border unloyal acts, I believe that with persuasion, he will see this is for the good of the Empire, and by extension, his own hide.

I agree with you on your words of waiting for somebody else to make the first move, as long as we are prepared for that move. The question is, how might we go about goading our opponents into forcing their hand too quickly? I am marching north this morning to reinforce Chorrol, while remaining far enough away so to not arouse suspiscion from the Nords, and I have wondered if this exact move may force the Nords into action...

Keep mme updated on what is happening in the south, and perhaps if you choose, you can get some spies to penetrate their cities, gaining information on everything possible down there.

Sincerely,

General Arcturas Vallenturas

The man pushed his horse a little harder as he thought of what important information the letter could contain as he drew a little closer to Reinhardt.


OOC: Oh my you made it to Chorrol quickly. I guess my scout won't be finding you.

Count Luspinian Maraennius, Castle Chorrol

The young man couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as a man in Legion-like attire barged into his Great Hall unannounced, though he did show proper ettiquete by removing his helmet and bowing, and he was most defiantly a member of the Legion.

Luspinian was about to say something but the man began talking quickly, and Luspinian couldn't help but smile as he glanced over at the scout who had brought that very same information to him many hours ago. He dismissed the man quietly, and then turned back to the Legionnaire who knelt before him, and now held up a parchment notebook with what looked like crude drawings.

"Welcome to my humble Castle." he said sarcastically, waving his hand about. "But please inform somebody if you seek audience withy me the next time." the young man said, a little arrogance in his tone. Aldos scowled over at the side, as Captain Bornus raised an eyebrow and winked at the General, trying to tell him it was a bit of a facade the young man was putting on for everybody.

"As for your information, it is already known to this Court, and action has been taken, including messengers being sent to Fort Dirich and General Vallenturas, both informing them of the crisis and seeking aid." he told the man. He regarded the drawings of the supposed "banner" and shook his head. "That banner is not known to me, nor do I think it would be known to many, but this Court already has its suspicions of who is behind this attack, and such suspicions have been relayed to both General Vallenturas and the Legion at Fort Dirich." he informed Arillius.

"I think my messenger should be returning from Vallenturas any time now, if you would like to wait and see what his orders are." he said, inviting the man to sit and wait, for indeed the messenger was on his way back....

( OOC: I will be busy most of the day tomorrow, so i won't be posting. Feel free to proceed from late morning to just before evening, then STOP. Have fun. )

A knock on the door woke Elindrin up, he left the bed and dressed hurriedly. He walked down the stairs and pulled open the door. A Soldier stood outside the door. "I have a message from Captain A'ren'Ger" He said quickly. "Out with it" replied Elindrin.

"The Captain needs to speak to you, he says its an emergancy." the Soldier continued. Elindrin mumbled and walked out the door, the sun was shining and birds were tweeting. It was a lovely day.


Elindrin walked up to the wooden gates of the fort, he pushed open the door and walked up to Ren who was waiting beside the stairs. "What's so important that you woke me at this hour of the morning to come down here?" Elindrin asked sleepily. "Some scouts just came in, Hackdirt has fallen. They report a large number of horse men around the area. No exact numbers however, as they had to leave fast." Elindrin had to think fast. He guessed the best option now would be to take a small number of men, maybe 100, and scout out the area properly. Ocato needed to asked for permission to act though, so with that Elindrin turned around and left. "Where are you going!?!?!" Ren called behind him. "To Ocato!" Elindrin called back.

He walked to the Imperial city Palace where he asked to gaurd to inform Ocato of his presence.

(OOC: Sorry for short post.)

General Varro, Fort Ontus

General was sitting the war rooms listening to some of his commanders say suggestions. " I think we need to head to Hackdirt and aid Earon." A young Imperial captain said. Just before a second captain could began the large wooden door flew open. A scout of his approaced and said quite loudly " Large groups of Legions are heading towards Hackdirt, I suggest you send aid there immedaitly." General Varro sat there staring out aganist the wall pondering for a few seconds and then replied " Very well. Also tell this to Zvog also."

General Varro then walked out into the fort courtyard and yelled " Suit up! We are heading to Hackdirt. I want all of your armour on and be ready for battle!" He then began walking back to the fort giving his commanders orders. When all of that was said nd done he walked up to his quaters and slammed open the door. He rushed over to his desk and folded up all of his maps and his journal. He then walked over to his set of armour. The maid in his room at the time walked over and began putting on his armour. When all of armour was on he let out a sigh and walked out to the fort court yard. It was a lovly day. The sky was cleer and all sorts of birds were singing. There stood his commanders and a guard with his horse. He mounted his horse. There all of his soldiers stood completly silent and ever so loyal. He cleared his throat and shouted " We began this war, and we will finish it!" When he was finished there was massive roar of the troops cheering. And then they began there march to Hackdirt.


Zvog, Anvil Fighters Guild Hall


While maintaining the Fighters Guild Hall Zvog was approached by a messenger.

The messenger said " gerneral Varro wants you to moblize to Hackdirt. Attack is almost inimate."

Zvog replied "Haha finaly we get to crush these fools."

He then dismissed the messenger and turned to other members " Assemble all of the Fighters Guild members avalible, we are heading to Hackdirt."

Chorrol

Maximus exited the throne room with respect as he walked out to see the city. It was later in the morning, and it was nice. Everyone seemed to be doing something, and nothing. The Legion had taken to their rooms, and were getting settled in. Maximus and his guards entered the Barracks as soldiers suddenly stood up at attension. They were very well disaplined, and respectable. Maximus looked at all of the Chorrol guardsmen, and saw the commander standing at attension as well.

"I'am General Maximus Arillius of Castle Branix. My Legion and I have come to assist Chorrol in anyway we can. But first I would like to take a tour of your defences!"

The commanding officer relaxed, and looked at Maximus for a moment. Maximus just stood looking at him, waiting for a reply. The barracks were nice, well nice enough for a bunch of city guards.

"Yes General, I will show you around our defences!"

The two men exited the barracks together as the Legion guards followed close behind. Their first stop was the front of the city. Maximus looked at the men who were currently stationed on the walls. They seemed few in number, but that was probably because it was an early watch. But Maixmus asked anyway.

"Where is the rest of the watch? Where have they gone."

"Sir?"

"The walls here, they are guarded by to few men. You must have known that!"

The commander just looked down in shame as Maximus continued on down to the rest of the walls. Smoke rose from the buildings, and houses of Chorrol, giving the air a somewhat smokey atmosphere. Maximus looked at the current watch, realizing their keen eyes. At least Chorrol would not be stunned if an attack were to occur. During the small tour, Maximus began writing down small notes to himself about the defences. The commander, and Maximus returned to the barracks for their farewell.

"Commander, I have some notes here that may help in building up Chorrols defences. I think they will do us good, my men will begin at once. Your men may assist as well!"

Maximus turned away, and ordered his guards to assemble the Legion. They had work to do.


Skingrad

Commander Garnic looked at the defence of Skingrad with his minor guards watching the horizon, and battlments being made. His men had got an early start to making them, and they were just getting started. Huge tree trunks had been cut down, and formed into several strong spear like poles to defend against cavalry of any sort. Archers had built up small wooden covers along the walls for them to get better shots from. Several large holes had been dug that had tree trunk spikes at the bottom to stop any Infantry movements. Skingrad was becoming more a fortress than a city. Catapults had been postioned in particular spots, and were honed in on specific marks.

The idea was that when the enemy infrantry passed a mark, that ranged catapult group would begin firing rapidly, until the next marker was passed, and the next catapult group would fire. Commander Garnic was proud of his men, and the Skingrad guards. He had gone down once or twice to help his men, he was a man that was willing to help the weak, and vanquish those who dared to stop them. The sun was rising higher in the sky, and Commander Garnic began ordering women to bring them water to keep them from getting heat stroke or exhaustion.

"Commander, when will these battlements be ready?" came a voice. Commander Garnic turned around to see who it was, a young boy. The commander knelt on one knee, and looked at the boy who had enthusiasim in his eyes.

"Soon boy! Who ever dares attack Skingrad now would be a fool. These defences are very deadly to the one on the otherside of them!"

The boy laughed with the commander, and then quickly ran off to his friends as they played Legionnaire together. Garnic returned to his work.