IC:

Bleaker's way
-------------------------------
The troops had arrived at the now abandoned town in the early morning. The bones of bipeds were strewn about the town's central street, and the now empty houses had fallen into disrepair after over ten years of abandonment. It was decided that the town inn would serve as the main barracks, along with the adjacent houses. Meanwhile Fortifications would be constructed around the town, and archery nests set up at the natural rock formations. As the day went on, it became clear to the nords that they could finish their construction before any attackers arrived, but the same could not necessarily be said for troops heading to Caractacus and Sercen. They would be arriving at their posts later on.

OOC: just wanted to get that out of the way.

OOC: Not much to work with. Haven't really been reading a whole lot of the posts to a full extent. It will soon get more interesting. Not really feeling it for this RP right now either.

Mehmet Sa'Kalim, Chorrol

After the guard had seen that all of Threvik's papers were in check, as well as searched him for any weaponry, he was allowed in, through the different halls to the throne room. Countess Arriana Valga was long old and feeble, and with the recent takeover of Leyawin by Khajiit forces, her daughter and son in law, the former Count of Leyawin, had moved into Chorrol at an easy pace and were on set to rule it once the old countess had passed into the depths of death.

Soon, a Raga approached Mehmet, with a somewhat polite look on his face. The old count sat in peace on her throne, Mehmet just beside her. Ruhk was already gathering the troops to mobilize. The young polite Raga servant came forth to Mehmet, eying with with a deal of stern gratitude. He soon whispered something in his ear, and Mehmet nodded. Threvik was brought into the room, as Mehmet motioned him to speak through his hand.

"My men prepare to mobilize at this very moment, servant of Ulfgar. What is it you have in mind for an old Raga on this day?"

IC: chorrol

After being guided through the security of Castle Chorrol, Threvik was finally brought to the throne room, and to the leaders of the Redguard. He stood before an older redguard, who was apparently Mehmet. Threvik started tentatively, unsure of the Redguard's agenda.

"Your Lordship, the people of Skyrim seek a simple thing, an alliance." Threvik, finally finding his usual confidence, cleared his throat before continuing. "Both of our peoples have long been the victim of taxation and unfulfilled promises. While our peoples past interactions have been tumultuous we now have a clear enemy. The Empire that has for so long wronged the Nords and Redguards can finally be toppled, but unless we are united we can not hope to accomplish this goal. We would ask that you join us to topple The Empire and it's last remaining allies."

Imperial City, Elder Council Chambers; Day Two, Morning

Sedyni Othrelas

Lady Othrelas returned the councillor's smile warmly, her eyes shrouded in a guise of trusting satisfaction. "Thank you, sir, I am certainly pleased that our discussions have gone so well, as I am sure my lord shall be. You may tell your ambassadors that I shall be leaving tomorrow morning, as the sun rises over the Velothis." She gave no reply to his second comment, smiling as she stood, bowing once more to each councillor before making her graceful exit. She smiled at one of the guards as she passed, and nearly gave a very un-dignified giggle when he blushed under his helm.

At the door to the imposing White Gold Tower Sedyni rejoined her escort, two ex-Armigers and a tall Dunmer in a dark cloak. The woman chuckled as she approached, nodding a silent assent at the cloaked elf's stare. The group made a brisk pace towards the Temple District, the friendly smile gone from Sedyni's scarlet lips, the two Armigers with hands on their short swords. The guards flanking the double doors bowed before opening the gates to the Temple district, showing the dignitaries through with a professional silence.

Even the cloaked elf's crimson eyes widened in wonder at the sight of the newly rebuilt district, the great statue of Akatosh standing prominently in its center. They had all heard the stories, of the battle with Mehrunes Dagon and the subsequent sacrafice of the last Emperor, but nothing compared with the titanic monument standing before them. Sedyni quickly regained her composure, hiding a smile at the cloaked elf's vulgar joke about the Imperial's fickle gods.

"Yes, well," she began, silencing the shorter Armiger's chuckling, "We should carry on, before any of the round-ears hear you." The cloaked elf nodded, his smile sliding into a serious line of self-control. The group walked around the great statue, the few scattered citizens moving hastily out of their way as they proceeded towards the rows of stone houses flanking the statue, rebuilt after the Crisis with detailed murals of Martin and the mysterious Champion.

Sedyni finally came to a stop at the door of an unimposing, ordinary house, tucked away in a shady corner of the Temple district, her small entourage flanking her on either side. The cloaked elf gave three hard knocks, then folded his thin arms across his chest, waiting. The door opened moments later, a short, elderly Dunmer looking up at them with a hard frown. The elf squinted at them for a moment, before breaking into a kind smile.

"Sera Othrelas, Sera Tharys, please, come inside." The old Dunmer's voice was as inviting as his smile, gesturing them inside in a grandfatherly way. His face was wrinkled with age, his hair faded to white, but his clothes were of impeccable cut and color. He wore a deep red velvet vest over a dark shirt and similarly black trousers, a gold chain hanging loosely around his wrinkled neck. On his hands he wore only a single ring, a dark jewel of polished ebony inlaid with the royal crest of the R'Aathim.

"Thank you for having us as guests, Lord Folvys, our business is rather... sensitive, and we'd rather not risk a hotel." Sedyni spoke to the shrivelled elf with more respect than she had shown even Ocato, her sparkling eyes taking in the elaborate room as the owner shuffled over to a large dark cabinet. The walls were decorated with exquisite tapestries, showing various scenes from the lives of the Lost Tribunes, the floors with thick rugs. A large dinig table was laid out in the center of the room, golden tableware laid out beneath a crystal chandolier, a servant so still Sedyni mistook him for a statue until he spoke to them standing by the wall.

"Would our guests enjoy a spread of breakfast?" The polished Dunmer butler spoke without moving, his coat nearly as fine as his master's.

"That would be lovely, thank you," Sedyni replied, speaking over her shoulder as she approached the elderly Dunmer, who was struggling with a large bottle of brandy, "Shall I help you with that, sir?"

"I think I can uncork a bottle of drink, young lady, just have a seat so we can get started." The elf finally opened the bottle, releasing a pungent yet hearty smell into the luxurious room. Sedyni and the cloaked elf found two seats by the head of the table, smiling at the old Dunmer as he poured them each a glass of brandy. The Armigers took up a watch by the door, hands clasped in front of them, waiting patiently on their superiors.

"Fine stuff, this," he chuckled, pouring himself a significantly larger portion than his guests, "Almost as old as me."

Sedyni smiled, taking a small polite sip. The beautiful elf nearly gagged as the fiery liquid ran down her throat, seeming to burn her from the inside. The cloaked elf only smiled at her, his own glass untouched. "Yes, quite nice, sir," she returned her glass quickly to the table, turning to the wrinkled Dunmer as he sat down, "But I'm afraid we are here for more than a visit."

"Bah, always business with you lot," the elf made an angry gesture, taking a large gulp of the brandy before continuing, "Ah... Now then, that young king needs my help in his little schemes, and he sent a buxom young lady and an assassin to come get it." Sedyni could only stare at the Dunmer, her cloaked companion's eyes wide with surprise. "You think I don't know what you are, Bolnor Tharys?" The old elf chuckled, pointing at a spot on the Dunmer's cloak, "You have three vials of poison in that hidden pocket, each tailored for a specific target, and one of them is for me."

The entire assembly was dumbfounded, even the Armigers gasping in shock. Only the butler remained unaffected, hustling back and forth from a side door with platters of food. "Please, Sedyni, I invented the game, don't be surprised I know the rules." The elf smiled, leaning back in his ornate black lacquered chair, "Don't worry, you'll be scrambling back to young Helseth in a few days with a letter sealed by this ring," he held up the onyx stone for the pair to see, "I think he'll be more than pleased at the contents."


OOC: Diplomacy cancelled by request of the host.

White Gold Tower, Imperial City

Ocato inclined his head as the woman let herself out of the Council room and his eyes fixed on the large doors that she swept out of. His gaze lingered there for a moment and none of the Council members spoke, as they waited for Ocato to dismiss them.

He did speak, but his eyes remained on the door, though it was clear his mind was miles away. "Dispatch the Ninth Legion to Fort Alessia. Increase the naval patrols along the east coast of Lake Rumare and Councilor Haymond; make sure you and the others aren't ready for departure by tomorrow morning."

The other men around the room did not even begin to question the orders which normally would have been agreed upon by the majority. The tone of the High Chancellors voice was so tense and serious that nobody wanted to push him to his limits. He finally snapped out of his trance and stood up suddenly, grabbing the letter in his hand and sweeping out of the room. THe other men soon followed and dispersed through the city, as the meeting was adjourned, leaving Ocato more anxious about coming events than he had been before the Dunmer diplomat.


General Tiberius, The Black Road

As the men prepared to make camp for the night, the General sat atop his horse and watched tents go up and fires begin to spring up. Because they had marched so far and they were still in Empire territory, he had decided not to have his men set up the regular fortress-camp that his men usually made. Instead, he just doubled the watch and ordered his men to sleep immediately and not to stay up gambling or drinking.

"Go fetch Captain Vodus for me. I have a task for him tonight."

The soldier nodded and took off into the camp, asking other men where he might find the well-known Captain to deliver the summons from the General.

Name:Johsua Turner

Race:Redguard

Age:35

Gender:Male

Birthsign:The Lord

Faction: freelance
Position: Captain of Mercenary Ranger Battalion
Description: The Ranger Battalion is a highly deployable, elite unit of scouts and woodsmen. Comprised of 400 men, the battalion is divided into 4 100 man companies with four platoons of 25 men each. Rather then train for formations and group centered strategy, each platoon acts as it's own army, pursuing individual assignments to achieve victory in the face of a much numerically superior foe. Rangers specialize in high-risk, stealth operations either on the front or behind enemy lines. Rangers utilize guerrilla warfare techniques from both Bosmer and Argonian races, implementing the use of facial camouflage ((kindly diregard the hat)) and bird calls to communicate. Each man is cloaked in dark gray-green and armored in a formed leather cuirass (pic)with leather greaves(pic) and boots. Every ranger is an expert in marksmanship, swordplay, and small arms combat. Accordingly, every man is equipped with a yew longbow(pic), Steel long sword 1,
and a steel combat knife(shank)

Physical Appearance: Joshua's skin is scarred and weathered and is a dark almond brown. his head is covered by close cropped, wiry black curls. Standing 6 feet, Joshua is tall and broad shouldered with a slim, rugged physique. Although he wears no facial hair and is quite soft spoken, his sea-gray eyes give him the aura of a Wildman.

Apparel (clothing and armor): Joshua always wears a formed leather cuirass and grieves, preferring mobility and quickness over sluggishness and safety. Apart from this his only protection comes from supple, travel worn leather boots. Overall, he wears a dark gray-green
(like this but grayish green). The cloth blends perfectly with forest leaves, and can hide him from even Elvin eyes during night hours or within heavy foliage.

Weapons:Joshua wields a simple yew longbow with a 150lb draw, making it quite capable of piercing all but the best steal plate armor. This formidable weapon has a maximum range of 400 yards and an accurate range of 200 yards. He also carries a black bladed katana with a lion engraved in the hilt (pic). The blade is an heirloom of his family and is old beyond reckoning. When unsheathed, one can hear it slice the air as moves to and fro. Lastly, tucked into his belt, is a simple steel combat knife.

Misc: a long wooden pipe and a fat wad of mystical pipeweed.

Misc Info: Apart from his blade, Joshua's father gave an ancient nomad helmet forged of steel (pic). On his right shoulder he has a tattoo of a red mountain lion, roaring and bearing its fangs. This mark can be found on every Ranger in Joshua's battalion.

Psychological Profile: Joshua is very much a loner. Growing up he had no one to talk to except the Birds and beasts, and they didn't talk much. After a time he began to take their lead. It was then that he learned to be silent and watchful. He is constantly mulling things over in his mind for hours and deliberating every angle. He only talks when it is needed and rarely voices his thoughts, preferring to polish them seamlessly and then present them as orders when the time comes. Despite this he is an honorable man and has won his soldier's respect by fighting along side them in every battle they have seen. He considers his fellow Rangers brothers and it hits him hard when there is even a single casualty.

History/Bio: Joshua was born to an Redgaurd nomad turned legionnaire and a busty, beautiful barmaid. After his Father married his mother, he moved away from the Imperial City and settled in a cottage in the woods around Chorrol. As his father was never around much he began to wander far into the woods and mimic the creatures he saw there. It took awhile, but after a time he started to learn from them. They taught him how to navigate throughout the forest without making a sound, and how to stand still as a statue for hours on end. He even memorized many of the bird calls. When he was 18 his father was killed in service to the legion. Knowing his mother wouldn't be able to support him he left his home and did the only thing he thought he could do, Join the legion.

Upon joining he was shown his fathers old storage chest. Inside was a black bladed katana with a rearing lion on the hilt and an old steel helm. Bearing this equipment he was assigned a to be a Scout and Chief Legion Cartographer(map maker).This position suited him perfectly and he excelled at it, quickly rising to be one of the best scouts the legion ever had. He became learned in the use of the blade, relying on quick reflexes rather then brute strength. He also became adept in the use of a longbow, able to knock a sparrow off a branch 200 yards away.

After 12 years of service, Joshua realized how much the effectiveness of a single scout's effort would be improved by a whole unit of scouts. After many heated debates with his superiors he was awarded the title of Captain and acquired 400 men of his choosing. Using aspects that he had learned from beasts, birds, and other races, Joshua trained each and every one of his men to be completely at one with the forest. They were taught how to live without fire and see in the dark. By the end of a year each of them could blend in so well with the forest that only movement made it possible to distinguish them from surrounding foliage. Their first taste of battle was marked by the beginning of the Oblivion Crisis. It became their job to roam the wilderness and hunt the hordes of Daedra that spewed from random gates throughout the wild.

Lieutenants of the Four Company’s (gonna RP them occasionally)

Howe(Vladamir)Lieutenant-Bear Company
Lieutenant Vladamir Howe is the only lieutenant older then Captain Turner. An old Nordic hunter, Howe always had a sense of danger that saved his life numerous times in ambushes and near-death encounters. He is apt to silently follow his enemy, slowly picking him off one by one until the last remaining man collapses from fear. Among the Lieutenants, Howe is the most respected and is a close personal friend of Joshua's. He wears short white hair along with a loosely trimmed beard. Although he is approaching his 42nd birthday he has not lost any of his size.Standing at 6'5 he weighs in at a round 300 lbs and is known fondly as "Bear" throughout the entire battalion. His bow is by far the longest in the battalion, measuring 7 feet in length with a mind boggling 200 lb draw. His arrows strike with the force of javelins and it is not uncommon for fully mailed knights to be knocked from their steeds by the strength of his shots.


Jala(Solomon)Lieutenant-Wolf Company
Lieutenant Solomon Jala is Joshua's cousin on from his father's side, being the son of his Fathers sister. Solomon is pure Redgaurd and grew up as a nomad in the deserts of Hammerfell. When he came of age he ventured, into Cyrodiil to earn a great amount of gold so that he would never have to herd again. As luck would have it, he ended up fighting in the arena until Joshua found him and offered him a place in the battalion. Soloman has very dark, almost black skin. He wears long thick dreads loosely on his head and large gold hoops in both of his ears. A real warrior, Solomon prefers close combat and is disposed to lead outright charges rather then skirmishes of stealth and distance. Instead of a long sword, Lieutenant Jala skillfully wields a cruel steel Shotel(pic).


Aurilius(Cirvicus)Lieutenant-Fox Company
Lieutenant Cirvicus Aurilius is perhaps the battalion’s best soldier. Operating with absolute dedication from his men, Aurilius has never failed a mission and has made Fox Company easily the best of the four. The Rangers under his command operate so seamlessly that over five years of combat only three men attained injury and no one was ever lost, something that the other three company's can't attest to. Aurilius stands 6'2 and is of common build among rangers; being grim, slim, and broad shouldered. His long black hair is of shoulder length and his shapely face denotes royal Imperial blood. Although it is not official, Cervicus is Joshua's second in command and would assume leadership if Captain Turner should fall.


Clarence(Lucas)Lieutenant-Panther Company
Lieutenant Lucas Clarence is the youngest among the other Lieutenants, being not a year over 25. However, what the young Breton doesn't have in age he makes up with brains. He has a great mind for strategy and shows real promise as a leader. He tends to be overzealous at times but overall his confidence only fuels better, more complex ideas. His long brown hair is pulled into a ponytail and his pale face is colorless despite two bright, bottle green eyes that shine with an inner light. Captain Turner spends most of his time with this company, traveling with them and assisting young Lieutenant Clarence with the duties of leadership.




Eastern Woodlands of Cyrodiil, Five Miles West of Cheydinnhal: Midnight

Joshua sat cross legged on a small platform high in the upper reaches of a large oak, pouring over a large map splayed out across his knees. Reading only by moonlight, Joshua's hand moved slowly over the brown canvas as he muttered noiselessly to himself. "Elves massing in the east, Ra Gada marching from the west, and the Nords nowhere to be found..." He thought as he rolled up the map and placed it in a cylindrical tube on his belt, "Yes, it is time."

Pulling out a small leather envelope, he quickly unclasped it revealing three small pockets filled black and green die. Dipping his finger in the first pocket he began covering his nose, eyebrows, and chin with the substance; causing them to lose distinction and shape. He followed this with a dark green which consumed the rest of his features and finally a light green. When he had finished his face was barely distinguishable from the thin canopy above him and his face was totally unrecognizable. As he made his way down the oak he passed many sleeping figures, huddled on narrow platforms nailed securely to the thickest limbs of the tree. He smiled as he thought of the rest of his Battalion spread across the forest, kipped up in trees like birds in a nest. It had been a Bosmeri tactic, dwelling on platforms hundreds of feet from the ground. They called them Flets and they were a great deal more splendid and elaborate then the narrow catwalks that Captain Turner and his men used. Nevertheless, they did their job. A whole army could comb a forest under ranger occupation for days and find nothing and no one.

As he hit the ground he gave a short whistle with a high and low note. Immediately a grayish-green cloaked ranger emerged out of some bushes to the right and stood at attention. "Deor, come here", he said gruffly and in two long strides the ranger was at the Captain's side. His face was hidden by the same camouflage covering Joshua's face. "Show this to Lieutenant Aurilius and Lieutenant Jala. Make haste, It is imperative that both get this message tonight." Said Joshua, placing a small note into Deor's outstretched hand.

On the note was scrawled this message: The time has come to make our services known. Aurilius, you must go Ocato and Jala to the head of the Ra Gada. You are to proceed with this task hooded and masked. When they address you, declare yourself as leader of the battalion and carry on as such. For now lets let them believe that the Leader of the Rangers can be three places at once. Arrive at the crack of dawn. -Turner

With a swish of a cloak, Deor was gone. Joshua started west, heading for Cheydinhal and King Helseth.

Danus exited the Command Center to see the High Elf sitting on his horse, "This must the the messenger," Danus thought as he approached the man.

"I am Marshal Danus Artell, Commander of the Skingrad forces. I will take you to the Count, but I must for warn you that he is in a very foul mood today. The castle is through that gate and up the hill." Danus mounted his own horse and his servant ran over and handed him his helmet. The helmet was silver like his armor and had a purple plum. "Please follow me."

The guardsmen then opened the east doors so the two could proceed to the castle.

Mhund Inventius, Fort Empire
Late morning

Mhund approached Fort Empire from the south-west, travelling by the main road, riding atop of charcoal coloured horse. As the horse trotted towards the infamous Fort Empire, Mhund could see the newly constructed walls extended from the forts main gate. Half dressed Imperials laboured on and around the half constructed walls along the Fort edges, loud shouts and laughs could likely be heard from many a mile away.

Two Legionnaires stood guard at each side of the heavy Iron Gate. Mhund climbed off his horse a few feet from the men and walked upto them, removing his loose green hood to reveal his rough-looking features. He wore heavy, dark stubble across his face which intensified his green eyes. His face appeared worn and withered showing many years spend living in the wilds.

"Hail, Legionnaires" cried Mhund, extravagantly "I have a meeting with your General, Servillius, Today at noon"

The two guards looked to each other, then back to Mhund

"And who are you, Traveller?" asked the guard on the right, In a very intimidating manner

"I am Mhund, Your general has requested my appearance" Mhund took out a letter bearing the seal of General Servillius "Here, i received this several days back" replied Mhund, keeping his speech as formal as his speech craft skill permitted.

The guard on the left took the letter, inspected it, then gave the other guard a nod

"Very well" said the guardsman "We'll call for someone to take you to him, presuming he's ready for your visit" As soon as he had finished the other guards man cried out "Open the gates!"

Mhund led his horse through the gates and tied it's reigns to a nearby light post. Removing his large grey-green cloak, Mhund slung it over the horses pack alongside his shortbow and sword but strapped on a dagger down the back of his trousers and covered it with his jacket. Mhund was somewhat paranoid and mistrustful by nature and the General's vague letter increased his suspicion further although what he's heard of Servillius told of what an honourable man he was, Mhund found it was always best to stick by his instincts.

OOC: Hope you dont mind me constrolling the guardsmen, But i felt it would simply move the meeting along alittle faster. Also, Critisizm's are welcome as i'm new to this style of RP could always do to improve.

Captain Turner, Cheydinhal

Joshua could feel the heat of the early sun warming his neck as he continued through the forest. Although he had been walking for hours he had seen and heard nothing. Nevertheless, he knew that that for every mile he trudged he was passing by hidden rangers out on patrol. It was not long before Captain Turner could make out the battlements of Castle Cheydinal, flitting in and out of view between fluttering oak leaves. As he stepped onto the road and began walking towards the gates, he spotted two dunmer guards flanking each side. Approaching slowly, he reached out and put a hand on the left guard's shoulder. the guard, who had apparently not noticed his approach, gave a start and brandished his spear. "Lower your spear soldier. I am Captain Joshua Turner, here to offer services to your King"

OOC: Just gonna move this along a little faster Bmont



Skingrad

Faelirn nodded his understanding at the counts bad mood and moved to follow him. The journey up to the castle was a short, uneventful one and as they stepped up to the gates, Faelirn straightened his hair and adjusted his traveling robe. The inside of the the castle was darker than most other castles the Altmer had been to in his long career as a 'political messenger' and he never felt right in the Castle SKingrad for some reason.

He moved off to the stairs and said in a business-like manner, "Shall I wait here while you fetch the Count?"




OOC: Half dressed Imperials?! I should hope not! Every Legionnaire fights, marches and works in full battle attire except for helmet and shield! That's a floggable offense if an officer see's that!


General Servillius, Fort Empire

Another soldier was brought up, seeing the man place a dagger in concealment but he let it go. "This way." he said gruffly as he took off towards the large, wooden doors to the catacombs below. His armor reflected the light of many torches as they twisted their way through the tunnels, passing many different sleeping quarters where the more veteran divisions had been given the right to sleep. They passed a storeroom and went down a small flight of stone steps to where they stopped at a door on one end of a long hallway. At the other end, there was a large wooden door like the one that opened up to the outside but this one was heavily barred by large pieces of timber, and two armed men sat on stools and rolled dice while talking in a hushed voice.

"In there." said the guard shortly, before turning back to make his way to the outside again.

Servillius sat at his desk as the door opened and a short, middle-aged Imperial walked in, closing the door behind him. Servillius looked up from the document he was reading over; one sent from Ocato himself the day before about information regarding their new alliance with Helseth and the Dunmer.

"Ah, right on time." he said with a smile. "Please sit, sit."

Servillius got up and walked a few steps to a small cabinet which held a few bottles of wine, while the man sat in the chair opposite of the General's. He poured two goblets of the Tamika's and placed one in front of Mhund, while he re-took his seat.

"Sorry for being so vague in my letter, but communications have become dicey lately and I am genuinely interested in buying your services. But enough chit-chat, for I have much to do yet today, and soon you will have duties to attend to as well. I assume you must have an idea of why your here, and of course it has to do with your reputation as a hunter. I am here to protect the Imperial City from the gathering Nords to the north, in Bruma but my mounted scouts have come back saying everything as far as Aleswell, is devoid of Nordic activity. I cannot send them any further as they cannot stray to far from the roads. You," he said while inclining his head towards the man, "are going to do some... extended scouting for me. If you accept of course. Before you answer, let me tell you that you will be given a half-dozen men from my ranks who have volunteered and have extensive backgrounds in hunting and the same things that you excel in."

Along the Blue Road, Two Hours East of Lake Rumare; Day Two, Nighttime

Neloth Uvani and Trevyn Rindu

The troops marched with a silent efficiency, the muted footsteps of thousands of elves filling the dark forest road. Countless scarlet eyes stared expresionlessly forwards, moving with the mechanical discipline of soldiers prepared for war. The banners of Morrowind were displayed proudly at the head of the company, led by the sword and moon crest of General Trevyn Rindu.

Trevyn rode in full armor, his stern face hidden beneath the visor of a gleaming steel helm. His armor was bare of any intricate design or engraving, the only marking a small circle and blade etched above his briast. A hand-and-a-half sword hung from his hip, the plain leather scabbard elegant in its simplicity. His horse was similarly unremarkable, its own armor still packed away, the chestnut stallion trodding along with sure, powerful steps.

The young grandmaster of the Morag Tong rode beside him, his robed frame dwarfed next to the armored general. His horse was small and sleek, a young black Hanoverian, built for speed. Neloth wore only a large smile, his face turned skywards, gazing at the endless heavens with all the wonder of a child.

"Look at them all," the assassin murmured, "Portals to Aetherius, holes in Oblivion. Amazing, wouldn't you say?"

Trevyn responded with a dismissive grunt, his eyes focused only on the road ahead. The general shifted in his saddle, one hand gripping his sword hilt.

Suddenly, a rider approached from behind them, the young Dunmer messenger saluting to General Rindu before speaking, "Sir, our scouts report unidentified movements in the forest. Too few to be an ambush, but too many to be locals. What would you have us do?"

Neloth spoke before Trevyn could even lift his visor, "Nothing to worry about, boy, tell them to ignore it."

The messenger looked between the grandmaster and the general, obviously unsure of what to do next. Trevyn gave a loud sigh, shooting a dark look at Neloth before continuing, "Tell the scouts to keep a sharp lookout, soldier. Don't attack unless provoked, but I want no surprises tonight. We still have a few hours marching left." The young Dunmer saluted once more, glancing uncertainly at Neloth before galloping off.

Trevyn turned on Neloth, glaring at him under his helmet, his grip tightening on his sword hilt. Neloth chuckled, turning his gaze back up to the stars.

Royal Province of Cheydinhal, Castle Cheydinhal; Day Two, Nighttime

Emperor Hlaalu Helseth R'Aathim

The great hall was alive with the sounds of music and laughter, the usually formal air replaced with the relaxed joviality of a ball. Dancing elves filled the center floor, the ladies' gowns gliding across the stone floor as they stepped in time with the music. Sure footed servants darted between the couples, carrying silver platters of food and wine, offering their goods to the noble elves of the court.

Even Helseth took part in the festivities, switching partners as easily as a bee changes flowers. A virtual crowd of beautiful ladies followed the emperor wherever he went, smiling as they each competed for his favor, laughing at his jokes and blushing at his compliments. Helseth moved through it all with a mechanical detachment, outwardly cordial, but his eyes as cold as ever.

At the other end of the room Lady Barenziah sat among a similar host of noble-elves, ranging from handsome young barons to wizened old Dunmer, each fawning over the mother of the emperor. Barenziah ignored them all with the same cold indifference, sipping scarlet wine from a crystal chalice, following the dancing youth with knowing eyes.

Suddenly the music stopped, the laughter dying down as Helseth raised his hands for silence. The emperor smiled, raising his own glass, "A toast, for the bright future of Morrowind. May its power never falter, its people never know fear, and its nobility never want for good wine!" Cheering erupted throughout the hall, Helseth smiling as he called for silence once more. "We celebrate today the arrival of my beautiful mother, without whom I would not be the elf I am today. May she live to see her country become the most powerful in Tamriel!" At this Helseth drained his glass, laughter and cheering breaking out in fresh exuberance. Barenziah raised her glass towards her son, her bright eyes sparkling beneath a wrinkled face.

The music started again, everyone turning back to their partners with a renewed enthusiasm, the crowd of ladies around Helseth swelling to over two dozen. However, it was not long before the music was cut off once more, this time not from a smiling emperor, but by the opening of the grand doors. The chill of the night outside spread over the festivities like a wave, every face turning to the single soldier in the doorway. The elf shrank back, motioning a unseen stranger forwards, into the flickering torchlight, and the waiting expectation of a crowd.


OOC: That would be your cue, Numenorean Hope you don't mind a spotlight.

OOC:

I don't have any inspiration for this RP right now.

Mehmet

"I accept. Go and tell your master, now, but let it be made secret to many until the time is right."

Ruhk, Sobotai

"Go, you foul bastards!"

The nearly crazed Raga uttered his words, as his shaven head stood out in the sunlight. Dikembe rode behind him, seemingly laughing for no apparent reason. He was actually looking at the glare off Sobotai's head. "I'm blinded" he would yell every now and then, and a few soldiers would laugh with him. A young Raga rode beside Sobotai, as another horseman took a grinding halt beside them.

"Sir, Ruhk, Mehmet had formed an alliance with the Nords. They'll be notified at the right time, sir."

The young Raga nodded in agreement, taking a spare look back at the messenger.

"Very well. Tell the master the scouts have imported Imperial movement, supposedly towards the north. We'll be going to assist them immediately."

Mhund Inventius, Fort Empire

Mhund sat in a very formal manner, keeping his back straight and his eyes fixed on Servillius. He nodded slightly as the General spoke and fidgeted slightly before he spoke.

"I suspected our meeting would relate to this matter, I'm also glad my reputation precedes me" Said Mhund with a slight smile "I think I understand what you need of me and would be glad to assist you in this matter, but I have a couple questions and requests before any agreements are made."

Mhund paused and took a quick glimpse of letter Servillius had received prior to his arrival.

"I'll take your word on the skills of these volunteers, but we'd require some necessary equipment such as common weapons and clothing, camping supplies, basic rations and perhaps some light armour too if you find it suitable. Question-wise, How extended and extensive would you like this... Quest to be? Are there any specific locations we should be wary of or any which require our scouting first?”

Mhund rested his palms across his lap and awaited Servillius’ reply.


OOC: Sorry for short post, I was unsure of how much detail to put into the conversation without making Mhund appear too well-spoken or questioning. I also apologise for having your Imperials take off their shirts in my previous post.

General Servillius, Fort Empire

Servillius thought for a second, glad the man seemed interested in the mission. "They are all men drawn from our Light Infantry ranks. They will be going in their everyday outfit, but instead of their usual slings and javelins, you may arm them with whatever you deem necessary for the task. You will find the armory on the second level and there are swords, javelins, slings, bows and spears. Take what you need. I'm afraid armor won't be as easy to come by however. The proper Legionnaire's need all of the spare chestplates we have so I can't spare those to you but they are protected well enough I think for this kind of mission."

He thought a bit longer, taking a sip from his wine. "They will each be taking a standard Legionnaire pack, which includes a tent half, water containers and a few days of dried fruit and bread. You can grab an extra one as well from the storage room. That is all we can spare unfortunately so you will probably have to do some hunting of your own while your out there."

He took another sip of wine, folded his fingers together and rested his chin on them. "As for your last question, make it as extensive as you think is safe. Obviously, getting to Bruma would be splendid but I would rather have information coming from you regularly than have communications between us cut off for weeks at a time. My advisers suggest Fort Caractacus may be a place they wish to hold but it seems to close to our own position. Nonetheless, keep an eye on that fort as well as anywhere else they might set up a forward base. I trust you will find a way to send your reports back to be safely. The men I'm giving you have great endurance, if I may make that suggestion, and are excellent at traveling long distances in good time, without being spotted."

He smiled and took a pause, but added one more thing. "if you accept, you will be considered a part of the Imperial Legion for the time of your employment. You will be given the seal of the Legion as proof but you will also be expected to adhere to our, uhhh... strict code of conduct." he told him with a smile.

OOC- Not at all my good sir

Captain Turner, Castle Cheydinhal

The corners of Joshua's mouth twitched as his eyes swept over the packed crowd inside the castle."What an entrance!" he thought as he stepped over the threshhold and into the light of the hall. As the warm light illuminated his face he heard several gasps from the assorted audience around him. All of them, no doubt, alarmed by the mottled black and green camoflague covering his face. Utterly nonplussed, Captain Turner began walking swiftly toward the King. All the while his eyes fixed on Helseth, trying not to break into a smile as the slap of his muddy boots filled and echoed around the silent hall.

Approaching the King, he dropped to one knee and rested his hand on the hilt of his blade. Speaking loudly in what he believed to be a lordly voice, he called out,"Hail King Helseth R'Aathim, Lord of Morrowind. I, Captian Joshua Turner of The Mercenary Ranger Battalion, have come to offer my services to his lordship in this time of need."

Mhund Inventius, Fort Empire

Mhund nodded along with the General as he spoke, listening intently, occasionally taking sips from his wine glass.

“It’d be an honour being considered a part of the Legion once again” Mhund smirked to himself, proud that his reputation was known but not his personal affairs. “I’ll allow the men to have choice over their equipment as I believe it appropriate for a man to use his weapon of choice. I’d also appreciate the use of your blacksmith, should you have one, as some of my own effects are damaged.”

Mhund rubbed his jaw stubble briefly, pondering his next sentence for a few moments.

“I figure I’d send two men from the unit back weekly with a report of any untoward activity, or would that be too long between reports for you?” said Mhund, taking out a rough-looking hand drawn map from inside his jacket and opening it up to show Servillius “We’ll head here first” He pointed out Aleswell “I know the terrain well there, so setting up a camp without attracting road-side attention won’t be too difficult. I figure we’ll spend a few days there and the nearby caverns, their names escape me but not the locations, then we’ll head to Caractacus and do the same.”

Mhund returned the map to the inside of his jacket and fixed his gaze back on Servillius.

"We should be able to pass ourselves off as hunters as we'll be hunter deer and such for meat anyway, if anyone appears too suspicious we can offer to sell them meat or some such, though I don’t plan on setting up camp where your average citizen would spend his afternoon stroll" he finished with a brief smirk.

General Servillius, Fort Empire

He did not miss the "again" that Mhund added about serving with the Legion but he did not think twice about it. If the man had been discharged because of his conduct, Servillius was sure he would have known about it when he was asking around about the hunter.

"It sounds like you have put some good thought into this. Bring your equipment around to the armory any time today. We usually have at least a half dozen smithy's working at any given time. The men are all prepared and ready to go. When you are ready, just send a boy from the messenger group to go find Jason Rillian and his group."

He paused again, trying to think if he forgot to mention anything. "Ah yes, I almost forgot. We have recently formed an alliance with the Dunmer and King Helseth of Morrowind. I must insist, that if you come across any Dunmer carrying their standard or bearing their insignia that you do not become hostile to them. If they provoke you, show them the seal you will receive to show you are with the Legion."

He paused again, smirking. "If they don't believe you and they chose to pursue hostilities then you have my explicit permission to return the favor in full." he said with a nod. "If you have no further questions, than you may take your leave. The camp is open to you just mind you don't bother the men at work. We have a fort to rebuild here after all."

Mhund Inventius, Fort Empire

Mhund's ears perked up when hearing the name Jason Rillian. "Where have I heard that name before?" he thought "I'll find out soon enough, I suspect".

"Very well" announced Mhund, rising from his chair "I'll take my leave now and head to the armoury to sort out my affairs. We should be ready to depart for Aleswell in the morning, providing we have no unexpected occurrences during the night".

Mhund bowed his head respectfully at Servillius and moved to the door, but turned back around before opening the door

"Would you like me and the men to report to you before our dawn departure, or perhaps one of your captains?" he asked with a polite manner

Once Servillius had replied Mhund bowed his head once more and exited the room back into the glum-looking hallway. The guardsmen outside Servillius' office grunted as Mhund passed them by. "Nice fellow, I suppose I should listen to what I hear down taverns more often instead of my own paranoia..." thought Mhund with a brief smirk. He trudged down the hallway, out into the open of the fort and returned to his horse, humming gently to himself

OOC: Hope you don’t mind me assuming you'd answer my question, I figured it'd move the scene on a little faster and give me more to write about.

OOC: Sorry about the delay... lost internet on my brand new laptop, so I was playing Oblivion instead. To save time, I'm going to assume Darkom's sending an emmissary. Hopefully my posts will improve as I get more involved in the RP. I figure I'll give a rough estimate of my forces, since 35,000+ soldiers can't be hidden in a place not meant to handle them very well. I figure Leyawin has a population of a couple thousand, so most of the soldiers are scattered throughout Blackwood. I get a fire-breathing Navy!

IC:

Leyawinn Castle

"Commander Ri'Baator and Lady Zevehria!" An ornately armored Cathay-Raht addressed the ruling pair in the double-sized Leyawin Throne Room. "Our forces around the Drunken Dragon have seen a Morrowind Carriage en route here... No doubt an emmissary of Helseth. Shall we set it on fire or shall we let them through?"

The massive commander, dressed in an elaborate silk outfit that must have cost a small fortune, and wearing his briastplate and non-fortified, round-shouldered epaulets turned to his wife on the throne beneath him. The regally-dressed Cathay set down her moon-sugar sweetroll, clearing her throat before answering. "No combustion. When they arrive, have the gatekeepers send them directly here. Carriage and all, captain." She smiled smugly, as the Cathay-Raht looked around the massive hall. "After all, if we have them leave their horses, they might not get them back..."

Ri'baator looked to the captain, and added. "First make sure they know if the equines make a mess in here, they are walking back to Morrowind. After cleaning the mess up."

"Yes, Sir," Captain Ra'Barra replied, before leaving the enormouse hall through the immense gate. He shook his head as he turned to leave... To him, just because the new hall was large enough to be a drive-through court didn't mean it was a good idea to do use it as such...

Bravil South Gate
Two unarmed and unarmored khajiit, a Senche and Ohmes-Raht approached the south gate. When stopped by the guards, the Ohmes-Raht introduced herself. "Greetings. I am Rashiira, a Missionarry of the Riddle'Thar. This is my friend, S'Kasha," she said, indicating herself and the pack-loaded Senche, who bowed his head in acknowledgement. "While my business here is merely to aid the poor and help my people in this city find spiritual guidance, I also bring word that the Commander Ri'Baator and lady Zeverhia shall be coming tomorrow to speak with the count." She said humbly.

All over the Settlements of Blackwood
Twenty thousand assorted khajiit soldiers settled into the various settlements of the marshes around Leyawiin. Those that couldn't find lodging in Borderwatch, or the Drunken Dragon Inn set up a number of camps in and around the local ruins, both numerous Ayeleid cities and the husk of Water's Edge. Most, however, had to make do with setting up camps in the wilderness. No matter where they settled, though, they all served as lookouts, and would also be ready to reassemble and move out once the command was given. Over ten thousand soldiers worked on expanding Leyawin Proper to accomodate themselves, and expanding the docks to accomodate the Navy of Southern Elsweyr under the Commander's direction, composed of five thousand marines and about two-hundred Hellcat-class destroyers.

OOC:

I'm going to drop out of this for now. Good luck.

Royal Province of Cheydinhal, Castle Cheydinhal; Day Two, Nighttime

Emperor Hlaalu Helseth R'Aathim

Helseth tilted his head at the lone man tracking mud into his grand hall, eyes sparkling with curiousity. His guards fingered their weapons uneasily, watching the camoflaged Redguard with open hostility. The stranger stopped before Helseth's throne, dropping into a stance of fealty as he addressed the elf.

"Hail King Helseth R'Aathim, Lord of Morrowind. I, Captian Joshua Turner of The Mercenary Ranger Battalion, have come to offer my services to his lordship in this time of need."

Helseth examined the man for what he was certain was a terribly uncomfortably long moment, hoping to unnerve the mercenary. He was certainly a warrior, an intricate sword forged in the style of the Tsaesci hanging from his waist, and an air of confidence about him born only of leadership. Helseth took a long sip of wine, thinking carefully over his words. Finally, after a contented sigh, he began his reply.

"Captain Turner, the Emperor of Morrowind acknowledges your offer, but before I am to accept I must know a few things. How many soldiers do you bring to your table, and for what price do you offer them? Perhaps more importantly, how trained are these men, and to what specialty? I have no shortage of swords, Turner, and do not wage my war by strength of arms."

Helseth's playful grin widened, "Furthermore, how do I know I can trust your men to accomplish the tasks I give you?"


Niben Bay, Fort Grief; Day Two, Nighttime

Frathen Dothran

The Telvanni mage lord frowned at the map spread out before him. The parchment showed all of eastern Cyrodiil, stretching from Leyawiin to Bruma, with a multitude of unit-blocks spread throughout the province. The map sat atop an ancient wooden table, surrounded by a small council of Dunmer, each looking up impatiently at Frathen.

Frathen fingered the dagger at his belt, tenderly tracing its curved designs, oblivious to the hard stares of his cohorts. "Sir, I believe we were discussing the details of our northern forces."

Frathen looked up, a shadow of anger passing over his face; the other elf flinched back in surprise. But the look was quickly masked by a mask of bored indifference, so quickly that the flabby Telvanni across the table wasn't sure he had seen it. "Yes, quite right," Frathen drew his eyes across the map, "Our elves have already left Fort Cedrian, and the main force is staying in Cropsford. We have a few advance scouts at Vanua, preparing for the hundred-so spies that are to arrive by this time tomorrow." He indicated the various dots on the map as he mentioned them, his long fingers tapping against the old wood with a dull thunk. "We have distinct orders not to cross the bridge over the Niben, as a part of Ocato's terms. However, I think he'll find we Dunmer have always been a literal bunch." Frathen smiled, accompanied by a chorus of chuckles around the table.

"Helseth has given us some special orders concerning the bridge, which are to be carried out as soon as the moment is right. Also, there shall be a minor force sent to Fort Alessia. They are to make sure any Imperial occupation is, ah, short lived, to say the least." Frathen's teeth formed small, even rows beneath his purple lips, flashing white beneath his smile. He drew the dagger from his belt, the torchlight flickering off its sharp edge. A shudder passed through the elves around the table; few among them trusted the creations of the Daedra, and none trusted it in the hands of Frathen Dothran. The Telvanni plunged the dagger into the ancient table, half the blade buried in the wood. The map smoldered where the parchment had been pierced, the walls of Bravil curling up into smoke. The elves' laughter echoed throughout the cold stone room, sending a rat scurrying off into the shadows.


OOC: I'm not sure what time it is at Leyawiin at the moment Scow, so for now I'll say the third day. I think Ravanger said to wait until the second week before Leyawiin did anything, but if it's okay with him I'm fine with starting our diplomacy early. If not, we can just move the date to the second week. I'll wait for my next post to respond, as I'd like to keep all my post in the same day; if I move around too much I might get confused

Thanks.

PS I hope you don't mind Sedyni already informed Helseth ahead of time, who then spread the word of the meeting with Ocato to Frathen. As in the timeline, I think magical messengers would be invaluable during times of war, and I'd think the rich old elf Sedyni went to meet had the resources to find a capable mage somewhere in the Imperial City. Thanks

OOC: ok, scow's posted, we're going for the timeskip. Finish up in the past and move up.

1. Military operations have advanced along their schedule,
2. Diplomats have advanced. so Darkom, that diplomat you sent to Leyawiin has arrived.


notes: Magickal Communication:

1. Teleportation through the mark/recall spells or a Guild guide (or similarly trained mage), or via Thu'um. As a restriction, people gotta be teleported. You wanna send a letter via teleport, gotta send a messenger with the letter.

2. Communication through the Dreamsleeve is not available to any army.

Captain Turner, Castle Cheydinal

All Throughout Helseth's answer Joshua remained on one knee with his head bowed, listening carefully to everything that came out of the smug little King's mouth. He could not help but crack a grin when he heard the emphasis that the Elf put on the word "Emperor". 'He talks as if his enemies are already defeated! Morrowind is no Empire, little King. There are many victories to be had before you declare yourself a true Emperor' thought Joshua as he listened to the last words of Helseth's response. There had been a couple of well hidden quips about his men in the reply, but if Helseth was looking to provoke a response he would be disappointed. The Captain had dealt with to many arrogant counts, lords, and kings to be annoyed by a simple question of his Battalion's efficiency.

Rising to his feet, Joshua looked at the throned Dunmer with a serene smile on his face. Noticing the aggressive looks on the guards flanking him, Joshua removed his hand from the hilt of his blade and splayed his arms out wide in a peaceful gesture, "Forgive me... Emperor" he said, bowing his hooded head in a respectful manner. "I command a task force of 400 of the best woodsmen in all of Tamriel. Each man is an expert in archery and swordplay as well as close, small arms combat. We specialize in highly dangerous, precision operations. In other words, anything and everything that your own forces cannot, or are not prepared to do." Said the Captain, a certain note of pride in his voice, "As for a guarantee of success, I offer none, for such things do not exist. However, I will say that you can trust my Battalion to succeed in any task which you or your esteemed generals can place before us. We have never failed before."

Dropping the lordly voice he had used previously, he continued in his normal gruff and quite tone, "You ask a humble ranger of payment, my lord, so I ask this. What does his most powerful and wealthy Emperor offer?"

OOC: I still have to finish this conversation with Numenorean, but after that I'm all set for a timeskip. Although, Blade and I would have to work out what happened with Sedyni when she went to leave. If you'd like, we can say she was refused, and then the next week (day seven) have her finally come to Ocato and demand that the dignitaries come with her, as Helseth has already sent his own. Are you okay with that Blade? (Since we no longer have a discussion thread <_< )


IC:

Royal Province of Cheydinhal, Castle Cheydinhal; Day Two, Nighttime

Emperor Hlaalu Helseth R'Aathim

After Helseth had finished, the Redguard stood, his cheery expression out of place in his facepaint. The human opened his arms as if in embrace, a peaceful gesture among men, and began his response. "Forgive me... Emperor," he paused; Helseth noted a glint of sarcasm in his eye, but showed no sign of anger, "I command a task force of 400 of the best woodsmen in all of Tamriel. Each man is an expert in archery and swordplay as well as close, small arms combat. We specialize in highly dangerous, precision operations. In other words, anything and everything that your own forces cannot, or are not prepared to do."

Helseth chuckled, thinking of his Sundercliff operatives, but allowed the man to continue. "As for a guarantee of success, I offer none, for such things do not exist. However, I will say that you can trust my Battalion to succeed in any task which you or your esteemed generals can place before us. We have never failed before." A smirk split the Redguard's face; he was obviously confident in his men, or at least putting on a damn good show of it.

The captain softened, his voice growing quiet, yet his playful smile remained, "You ask a humble ranger of payment, my lord, so I ask this. What does his most powerful and wealthy Emperor offer?"

Helseth laughed; his deep, booming voice filling the hall. "I approve of your style, captain!" For once the Dunmer was speaking genuinely, for he saw in the Redguard a bit of himself; a certain suave professionalism, a way of getting to the point without seeming to. "You say you have never failed, and I am tempted to believe you. For such quality service as yours, I can think of quite a good many things I would offer in return. However, for someone in your line of work, hard gold always serves best." Helseth smiled, his eyes shining cheerfully.

"I shall make my offer now, and if you like what you hear, take your men to Fort Urasek. You shall find my trusted general, Trevyn Rindu, there, along with my spymaster, Grandmaster Neloth Uvani. I am certain one of them will know what to do with you." Helseth's smile twisted at the edges, a look several of his councilors knew all too well; Helseth was about to make a bargain. "But of course, I forget the matter of payment. You say you have four hundred men, so for each of them I offer a hundred septims up front; and for you to command them I offer another thousand. That is forty one thousand gold coins, to be given to you once you arrive at Fort Urasek, for nothing more than walking down the road." A trifle, Helseth's outfit was worth half that, but the emperor was not yet finished. "But that would not be enough to get out of bed for, captain, so I continue my bargain. Upon completion of your service to Morrowind, your men will each recieve another thousand septims apiece, more than enough for rangers to become old men comfortably. You, however, and any of your equals, shall have a choice: take another ten thousand, or accept an earldom under the new Empire."

The offer was enough to make even the richest of the noble-elves' mouths water; Helseth spoke of giving away over five hundred thousand septims, and potentially a dozen titles of nobility. One could buy a small kingdom with that much gold, or hire enough swords to raise an army. Only the emperor's seneschal seemed unsurprised, he had witnessed countless deals like this serving as Helseth's treasurer, but he could count on one hand the number that had recieved their entire payment. Most died shortly after completing their task, others were found guilty of treason, and a few simply disappeared. Of course, if Helseth succeeded with his plans, the seneschal doubted he would ever need worry of gold again.


OOC: Accept or decline, Numenorean, I would suggest you finish our business within the next post, so Ravanger can officially declare the week over.

OOC: take as much time as you need to do stuff in the past.