First off I'd like to appologise for the 1st buidling. That was the intended site of a legion outpost, which I completely forgot about once I began work on the structure seen in the 2nd image. I have since cleaned the mod, removing the building in the first image. This change will be available in the next update (v1.3). I will see what I can do about making a patch for West Roads and the landscape around the 2nd building.
Now, speaking of the second building... let me introduce you to the
Imperial Reserve Outpost. The Imperial Reserve being the region in which it is situated. It has its own hostory - enjoy.
The backstory is as follows: {Note: This has never been released before now}
Years ago, before the Oblivion Crisis, when trade between the Provinces still flourished, a prosperous young merchant established his business headquarters in the Imperial Reserve, close to the western border of Cyrodiil. He had wagons trading goods west with Hammerfell and High Rock, and north with Skyrim. He had a keen mind for business and made the bulk of his fortune buying exotic goods though the Redguard city of Sentinel. As his fortune grew so did his fame.
So much so that word reached a group of opportunistic, murderous mercenaries. They came one night with fire and steel and assaulted the merchant’s estate. Luckily, he had recently invested capital in employing a squad of veteran Fighter's Guild soldiers to guard his property. They were not caught unprepared and the fighting that ensued was fierce. The mercenaries heavily outnumbered the estates guards but were eventually forced to fall back to regroup. The merchant, knowing that he couldn’t hold out on his own, sent his only son to fetch help. It is not recorded how he managed to slip past the enemy, but it is rumoured that he used a secret escape passage in the estate.
He arrived in Chorrol soon after, battered and bruised from his headlong dash cross-country out of the highlands, through gorse and briar, over vales, and through streams. He beseeched the town guard to send assistance to his father’s estate with haste. His request was denied, on the grounds that the garrison could not spare soldiers to help relieve the siege. The son was given a fast horse to travel to the Imperial City. As he galloped up to the gates of the Imperial City the lathered horse died underneath him from the punishing pace. The merchant’s son jumped from its back, and without losing momentum, charged though the city to the Legion Headquarters. Within the hour a century of Legionnaires was on its way to save the rich merchants holdings. The son’s pockets were considerably lighter, however.
Meanwhile, back in the Imperial Reserve, the mercenary force had swollen in numbers with another company having joined the siege the day after the merchant had sent for help. He and his guards had fallen back from the perimeter walls and were now constructing traps in preparation for when the mercenaries launched their final assault. Pits were dug and filled with pointed spears, walls were supported with wooden beams and the foundations weakened so that kicking the logs down would cause a collapse. With this work done they fortified themselves in the manor at the centre of the estate.
The Legionnaires, led by the accomplished and decorated Captain Cidius Gloriosus, arrived on the dawn of the fourth day after the merchant had sent his son to get help. They scene they met was horrifying; the bloated bodies of dead mercenaries and hired guards lay unburied, sprawled haphazardly in all directions. Pits were full of men impaled on spears, some of them still in the final throes of a slow, agonizing death. But the merchant’s son could only see the manor, it was in flames. The only home he had ever known was a roaring inferno.
A bloody battle followed, with the Legion coming out as clear victors, displaying superior training and numbers. Every mercenary was killed that day, but neither did a single defender survive the fire that had engulfed the manor. The merchant’s son was distraught by the ordeal, his only family dead at the hands of thugs. In the days following the assault, as shipments and deliveries began to arrive to report successful trading missions, the merchant’s son found responsibility thrust upon him. Unfortunately he was ill equipped for a life of trade, lacking the natural personality and mercantile skill that had set his father apart from other enterprising men and women. The merchant’s son rebuilt the manor exactly as he remembered it and used some of his depleted fortune to commission the construction of a chapel dedicated to the Divine Talos beside the manor. This was a gesture of thanks to the Legion for their help in assisting him in eradicating the threat.
A number of months later he received a letter from the now Commander Cidius Gloriosus requesting that the Legion be allowed to build an outpost garrison on his property in the Imperial Reserve. Of course thinking that this move might provide more permanent security to the region he agreed. Unfortunately, his lack of social aptitude and foresight didn’t merely span the business world. As the years passed, the ownership of the estate became blurred as the successive resident Legion Captains began to take liberties. The formerly prosperous business estate evolved into a military establishment, with high walls, and towers.
A short time after construction was finished on a gatehouse a herald from the Imperial City arrived to the door of the merchant’s son. He was to be evicted. The property, that his the land that his father had fought and lost his life for, was claimed by the Imperial Legion. He, his wife and his newborn son were unceremoniously ejected from the newly christened Imperial Reserve Outpost. His wealth was confiscated and added to the coffers of the Legion.
Not much more is known of what happened to him after that. Some say that he travelled to Hammerfell, to the city of Sentinel, where he lived for a time off the fading reputation of his father. Others say that he embraced madness and now lives in the Realm of the Deadric Prince Sheogorath. Cidius Gloriosus, the man who had set in motion the demise of his life, retired to a comfortable town house where he too was borne a son. The Imperial Reserve Outpost remains, to this day, a primary military base for the Legion in western Cyrodiil and is one of the primary headquarters of the Legion in the western part of the Empire.
» Fri Feb 11, 2011 6:45 am 
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I'm not going to die (hopefully :unsure: ) waiting, you just made 1.3! Go have a break and enjoy your birthday! :celebrate: 
