» Wed May 02, 2012 2:44 pm To: Emperor Titus Mead II
This is a message of grave news my Emperor.
The Aldemerie Dominion is on the rise. They have tricked us with the White Gold Concordinate.
They do wish to crush the Empire and the treaty was only a trick.
I have been watching the Dominion for the past four months and have found mass ammounts of Thalmor at there rally grounds.
We must prepare for another war. We must win this time.
The Dominion i fear will not stop this time.
I send this message in hopes you will recieve and head my warning.
I fear i will not be breathing by the time you recieve this through my messenger bird.
The Thalmor are closing in on my position, i have no chance of escape, you must prepare.
-Imperial Scout Talorn Rork
2nd of Last Seed, 4E 201
Chapter 1:
Saber's breath was heavy as his hooves pounded away at the gravel road below. "Just a little further Saber, were almost there" the young warrior said to his steed. The Horse cocked its head as if trying to understand what his master had said. Saber rounded the corner, and there on the horrizon a white tower reached into the sky. The young warrior gasped in relief and astonishment at the sight, "I told you we could make it Saber, the Imperial City, seat of the Empire.".
The great bridge lead the way to the Imperial City's large gate. After the long travel from the Nordic province, Skyrim, the Imperial City was nice to see. As a Imperial sell sword the warrior thought he could make fortunes in the harsh lands of Skyrim, but he came up empty handed. The Nords in Skyrim believed they were better then him, and even though he had beaten most in fist fights they still had thought him weak. He saw that he was getting no richer then he did in Cyrodiil, and decided to take the long trek back. Finally he had arrived back in his home city.
Familliar faces smiled as he dismounted Saber. "You stay here and i'll have a chat with the stable masters, ok Saber?" the young warrior looked at the horse with a demanding stare. The horse neighed in agreement. "Good." the warrior said before turning towards the stables. A beautiful imperial woman walked out of the stables and greeted the young warrior. "Borace, my, my, my boy you haven't change a bit. Still the muscular hunk you where seven months ago." The imperial woman said huging the warrior. "You havn't changed to much either Realen" Borace said laughing. It had been so long since he had felt the warm hug of his friend, he was glad to be home.
"Come, come. You must be starving, having to travel all that way, i say you probably haven't had a decent meal in at least a week." Realen said as she lead Borace into the stable house. "Can we take care of Saber first, he has been the one doing all the work after all." Borace said looking apoligeticly at his horse. "O' don't be silly, Saber is fine, i will have Lidia take care of him, just let me go get her." Realen replied hurridly. "Lidia! Lidia, we got a horse that needs taking care of! Lidia where in oblivion are you?" Borace looked around amused at Realen's yelling. It was nice to be home he thought, so easy going in Cyrodiil, no worry of death around every corner like in Skyrim.
Crawling out of the hatch wto where the celler leads Realen frustratingly said, "I can't find Lidia anywhere, i checked the storage celler and everything. She probably went into the city when i clearly told her to stay right here in case i needed her...", Realen, calm down i can help you get Saber feed and comfortable, its not a big deal." Borace interupted. "O... well yea, that could work i guess..." Realen said embarrased by her pointless frustration. They both walked out to where Saber was waiting. "Saber, its your lucky day, you get to stay here with me for the next couple days. Welcome to the most conforting stable in all of Tamriel!" Realen said in a comforting voice while patting the horses mane. "What did you just say?" Borace questioned. "I planned on staying in Cyrodiil for more then just a few days.". Realen looked questionably at Borace, "You didn't hear? The Emperor is having all the able bodied men that are under the age of 35 join up with ther Imperial Army. They say a war might break out soon with the Aldemerie Dominion." Realen's expression was now sad and gloomy, "If you ask me, the Emperor is sending the Imperial Army to its death...".
