» Thu May 03, 2012 11:10 am
The argonian forces in the north had pulled back as Belan's rag tag army swelled with newly freed dunmer slaves. Now they were holed up in the ancient city of Blacklight.
Belan smiled as he looked at the city from his command camp, taking the city would be a great victory. Never had there been a successful invasion of Northern Morrowind that had not taken this proud stronghold.
Swiftly though, the king's smile turned to a frown as he saw Quirinus approach.
Belan, we are advancing too quickly, our supply lines will not hold.
Quirinus, we have already talked about this! We will not back down now, we have gone too far to allow the argonians time to regroup.
Don't be a fool, if we don't consolidate the territory we have already gained, then we will lose everything!
Belan grabbed Quirinus and pulled him into a nearby tent. He then pulled out his dagger and held it to Quirinus' throat.
What do you want? These dunmer have been waiting for centuries for this day! I mean, you have never really been one for patience. If I remember properly, the first thing you did when you got Corprus was run to Dagoth Ur and beg for forgiveness! So just tell me, are you going to kill me, or supplant me?
Of course not, you are my oldest friend.
Then you will follow my orders. Are we clear?
Yes milord.
Good, now rally the men, tonight, we take Blacklight.
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Charon left the study, but just before Raize followed, an elder Altmer suddenly materialized with an all too familiar pipe in his mouth in the middle of the room.
Raize, it is good to see you again.