[Jeremy Kenney]

The Imperial City, Cyrodiil - 11^th of Second Seed, 4E 174

Faendal stood with his back to the door, holding it shut with the half breed's help. Despite the spell the Orsimer had put on the door, Faendal doubted it would hold against another push from the legionnaires outside. Just as he was certain the Imperials were ready to break down the door and capture the lot of them, however, Vaultren spoke up.

"Enough!" the Imperial shouted, his hands still raised in submission. Faendal had feared they would have to kill him, but- miraculously- his plan had worked. For now, at least. "All of my men, stand down." The Bosmer nodded to the tribune, nearly cracking a smile at the other Imperial's objections. “If you want to see the emperor, open the door.” Vaultren shifted his gaze to meet Faendal's, the malice in his tone barely contained. “My men will not act against you. Not until the emperor himself orders your execution.”

Faendal stepped away from the door. His heart was still beating through his thin chest, but the danger had passed. For now. 'Now it is up to the emperor to decide our fate.' Just as the Bosmer was about to unlatch the door, however, the Altmer spoke up. "Now that's over, could someone please unshackle me?"

The old soldier turned towards the elf, his dark eyes narrowed. Faendal blamed the Imperial for most of their current predicament, but the Altmer had played his part in the fiasco as well. 'The nerve of this one...' Still, Faendal had declared him a member of his company, and there was no going back on his word now. "He's right," the Bosmer replied gruffly, "None of us go in chains. We are all free, and I will not have us dragged before the emperor like convicts. He may judge us after," the Bosmer stopped, coughing into his tattered sleeve before looking back up, "But until then we walk with our heads held high."

With that the Bosmer pressed the door open, turning to face the crowd of Imperial soldiers still gathered there with pride. "Lead on, Tribune Vaultren."


OOC: Werewolf, if you don't mind unlocking Crimson and sending us on our way? This should be our last post before the throne room; I wanted to get us there in this one, but there was too much to reply to, and I always hate to sacrifice continuity. Thanks.

[Budgie]

Illana the Huntress, The Imperial City, Merchant's Inn -
11^th of Second Seed. 4E 174

Illana watched Alyraa reject her offer. She seemed a bit angry even, but her tone seemed to soften the weight of her words. “No thank you, I have enough,” the Nord said, handing Illana her coins back. “I’ll come find you later.”

The Nord girl left Illana's presence. The huntress could only smile thickly at the sight of the girl's back. She doesn't want to accept coin from me, or perhaps anyone, Illana reflected. Good, very good. It's the attitude of individuality and sense of pride that had the girl warn a little respect from Illana. Still, she thought, I would chase down the bandits and have their heads mounted as trophies on my wall for stealing my horse. Not go after someone for help.

Composing herself, Illana didn't think much of it. She was relieved she had a bit more coin in her pockets now. But each time she tried to keep herself happy, she kept looking toward the direction in which the girl went. Should I hunt her down and make sure she doesn't open her mouth? Nay, in fact, it would be better if she headed back to the barracks. If the other ones were indeed granted an audience with the Emperor, then she would have nothing to fear herself. She grabbed ahold of her things and walked out to the Barracks with her pockets full to bursting of a day's work.

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Lycus Desselius, The Imperial City, Arena & Bloodworks -
11^th of Second Seed. 4E 174

Lycus was conversing with Rashaava until a familiar voice entered his line of hearing. He recognized the voice of Kai Xerosa, the Imperial with roguish qualities. The other survivor. He was still injured, though he seemed to have taken care of his leg. It wasn't a pretty injury, to be sure. It was quite large, and the smell of blood seemed to infiltrate Lycus' nostrils to where they flared for a very brief moment. The smell of whiskey was also mixed among the blood..

“Lycus, my friend, I don’t suppose there is anywhere down here that I might be able to satiate myself, is there? I’m somewhat hungry after that entertaining battle, and it’s probably a little ambitious to assume I could make it to the nearest Inn with my leg in such a state.”

The bedraggled, muscular Imperial exhaled heavily at the words. He frowned at the title of 'friend'. Do not think me friend, Lycus wanted to say. But he kept his mouth shut. Kai earned his well-being for fighting for his life, the least he could do was to show him a little respect.

His head motioned to the south of the Bloodworks. "There is a place to fill your belly. Provided for seasoned gladiators, there is fermented wheat bread, roasted meat, dried fruits and green vegetables. For the pit-dogs, a small bowl of porridge and a cup of water. It adds an unpleasent bite, but it keeps you energized."

He leaned on the wall, trying to remember the other rules of the arena bloodworks. He recalled the months he had suffered eating the porridge with water alone while the more experienced warriors stuffed their faces with succulent chicken and delicious meals consisting of high protein. He pointed toward the corner. "The kitchens are just over there."

His dirt-ridden finger flew to yet another corner, dripping with some of the water. "The medicus is where the healer usually stay to tend to the wounded. Though misfortune smiles upon us both, considering there are no healers standing among us."

Realizing he didn't introduce Rashaava to Kai, he regarded the Argonian with a look, then to Kai with a frown. "This Argonian enjoyed your victory. I am certain he would want to break words with you."

Reaching for his spear, Lycus left the corridor and headed toward the baths, hoping to receive a soothing massage and a refreshing bath. And perhaps some scented oils for his feet and his arms. Before he left, however, he stopped midway without looking back.

"It is an amusing thing when a man amuses the crowd and gains a fan in his first showing, with bare hands, no less. There might be hope for you yet, Pit-dog." His voice was tainted with a bit of venom, though less than before. He took measures' to control his own negative emotions toward others. With shield and spear in hand, he left to the baths beneath the Bloodworks.

[Smokey]

Vaultren. Guard Barracks, Imperial City.
Cyrodiil - 11^th of Second Seed, 4E 174

Vaultren had seemingly lost his battle, for now. He kept his feelings under control, especially around the Altmer who went as far as to announce his hopes for freedom.

"Now that's over, could someone please unshackle me?" he called out. Vaultren's face morphed into a visage of hateful disdain. This creature hopes to be unchained? Base animal.

"He's right," the Wood Elf said this time, "None of us go in chains. We are all free, and I will not have us dragged before the emperor like convicts. He may judge us after. But until then we walk with our heads held high."

Vaultren couldn't believe his ears. But he understood the agreement. He gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw tensely as he reached for the keys at his side. He walked past the Bosmer, staring intensely at him. "For now, you shall walk with your head high. Do not be surprised when it is destined to fall from your shoulders."

He looked away, walking toward the Altmer now. Fingers holding tightly onto the keys. With a hostile and violent motion, he reached for the Altmer's shackles, unlocking them, allowing them to fall to the ground with a clank. His eyes pore down into the High Elf with such an intensity that they seemed to redden with each passing second. "There stands no pact between Men and insects. You'd be wise to crawl back to your homeland if the Emperor is feeling merciless. Or I will have you killed myself. Consider yourself fortunate, Altmer."

[Franko AlVarado]

Waylas
Interrogation Room, The Imperial City, Cyrodiil - 11^th of Second Seed, 4E 174


"Now that's over, could someone please unshackle me?", the Altmer pleaded.

"I say we throw him to the wolves." Waylas spoke up. His sword was still drawn and threateningly pointed at a guard who similarly had his own sword drawn and pointed at Waylas. The two stood at a stand off ready to strike each other at any moment.

"He's right," Faendal remarked. "None of us go in chains. We are all free, and I will not have us dragged before the emperor like convicts. He may judge us after," Faendal then coughed into his sleeve before continuing. "But until then we walk with our heads held high."

Waylas slowly lowered his sword and carefully took a step back away from the guard. Waylas couldn't believe that they were actually going to surrender themselves to the hands of the Imperials. "Are you sure you wanna put our lives in the hands of the emperor?" Waylas asked Faendal looking back at him. "I don't trust these Imperial bastards. I say we try to take out as many as we can and then make a run for it."

The Tribune grudgingly pulled a pair of keys from his pocket. "For now, you shall walk with your head high. Do not be surprised when it is destined to fall from your shoulders.", Vaultren insinuated. The Tribune then walked over and violently grabbed the Altmer's shackles as he unlocked them. The pair of shackles then fell from the Altmer's wrists and hit the ground with a loud clang.

[Jessica Nash]

OOC: About 10 or so posts from page 4, still got around 30 in all to go, but making progress. Currently getting over dealing with a rambunctious and carelessly accusatory mother -- whom is a good mother, don't get me wrong -- who just put me out the house. I'm good for now, just need to catch up.

[Alessandra Botham]

Rashaava
Imperial City, Arena Bloodworks - 11th of Second Seed, 4E 174

Rashaava listened as Lycus confirmed what he had said about the Thalmor. Anticipating Rashaava's next question, he continued,

“I, my sister, and a few others were captured and kept prisoner in a Thalmor camp miles from here. We all fought. Some died, some escaped. Those of us that lived came to discover that there is a greater number of them out there, soon to breach the city in full force.”

His tale seemed farfetched, but Rashaava perceived no change in the man's features while he told it; he was not being untruthful. As the Argonian began attempting to process this information, Lycus added some advice about fleeing the province, either back to Black Marsh or up to the north.

I believe what he says, but I can't see myself running... Returning to my homeland would require passing right through the Aldmeri armies that are apparently stationed to the south, and who knows if there are any to the north... They've cornered me, trapped with every other person in this city!

The surprise of this news was almost too much to handle, and Rashaava was unable to formulate a reasonable plan of action. Just then, the apparently-alive Imperial (Kai, I believe.) strode over to the pair and gave Rashaava an odd look. Why do I smell alcohol? Then, with a smirk, he said,

“Lycus, my friend, I don't suppose ther is anywhere down here that I might be able to satiate myself, is there? I'm somewhat hungry after that entertaining battle, and it's probably a little ambitious to assume I could make it to the nearest inn with my leg in such a state.”

A great sigh escaped Lycus' body, accompanied by a very slight frown. Do I sense tension? He then directed Kai to the kitchens, with the promise of some very unappealing sustenance. He also took the opportunity to point out the medicus, which was apparently without a healer. As Rashaava contemplated how odd that seemed to him, Lycus abruptly said,

“This Argonian enjoyed your victory. I am certain he would want to break words with you.”

He then proceeded to walk away, leaving Rashaava in what was already shaping up to be a very awkward conversation. On his way, the man stopped and said something to Kai that Rashaava didn't catch.

Rashaava was not used to starting conversations with strangers, but he felt that Lycus' introduction necessitated it. Clearing his throat, he said,

“Yes, I... I was quite impressed with your martial skill in that match. I've never seen anything like it; but, then again, it was my first time witnessing an Arena fight.”

Noticing the blood-stained rags on the man's leg, as well as his noticeable limp, Rashaava continued,

“I expect that you wish to find some food immediately, but I must say that that wound looks severe. Have you any means of treating it properly?”

He had no desire to frighten the man, who was probably recovering from an immense adrenaline rush, but Rashaava had witnessed enough wounds (both his and his prey's) to recognize a potentially crippling or even fatal wound. It seemed that the man had attempted to disinfect it with some alcohol, but that was a makeshift remedy; the chance of infection was still much too high to be reasonable. Also, the size of the wound alone made it unlikely to heal properly without care. If Lycus is correct, then this man will not have time to rest and heal properly. Also, with that limp, he won't be in a good position to escape capture... If the man wanted to be fully healed before the imminent attack, he would have to find somebody with great skill in Restoration; unfortunately, as Lycus had said, there was no such person present.The only other option that would give him a chance of being mobile would have to be alchemical.

This man needs help, and it seems that only I can give it. He means nothing to me, but can I really just watch him suffer? Especially considering that he doesn't know exactly how dire his situation is...

Rashaava was not fond of parting with his potions, but he felt a strange obligation to help this man. Besides, Lycus did not accept my offer earlier; I can sustain the loss of one. Having made up his mind, he turned to Kai. With one smooth movement indicative of his experience and organization, Rashaava selected a small vial containing a dark red liquid, removed it from its slot, and held it out to the man, saying,

“Please, drink this. It will not mend your wound outright, but it will greatly accelerate the healing process. After a victory like that, it would be a shame to die of some illness. I did not place any bets to add to your winnings; consider this a replacement for that.”

[His Bella]

The Imperial City, Cyrodiil - 11^th of Second Seed, 4E 174

The Tower of White Gold was just as majestic and imposing on the inside as its striking facade had led Faendal to expect. Even though the Empire remained a shadow of its former power, the wealth so casually displayed in the ornate decorations was enough to make any Thalmor envious. Intricate tapestries of silk and cloth of gold hung on every wall, every table- made of the trees of his homeland, he saw- laden with silver and jewels. Even the armor of the guards was gilded with precious metals, their capes dyed a rich violet. Faendal, in his ragged garments and unkempt beard, felt like a beggar in the halls of a king. Which, essentially, he was.

"You may wait here until the emperor is ready," one of the palace guards addressed them, his arms held stiffly at his sides. "And while you wait," he added, turning to go, "Do your best to look presentable. The emperor is not used to such," he looked each of them up and down, his lip curling, "Men in his court." Before Faendal could give him a dark glare the man was gone, striding swiftly down one of the many corridors. Several of the other guards turned to follow him, their steps echoing in time down the marble halls.

The old Bosmer surveyed the room, noting the multitude of servants waiting with platters of food and pitchers of wine, each waiting respectfully at the perimeter of the lavish antechamber. His flinty eyes examined each of his companions in turn, noting several new faces added to their number, until finally falling on the Imperial tribune, Vaultren. Faendal met the tall man's eyes, a look of mutual hatred passing between them, veiled by a thin layer of civility.

"Well, we're finally here," Faendal started, his tone as gruff as always. He took a moment to glance over the members of his ragged platoon, grudgingly admitting that they had made it further than he had ever dreamed. "It was only yesterday we were all chained together in an Aldmeri camp. Most of us, anyways," he glanced to the newcomers, wondering just what had brought them along. "And now we're about to see the emperor himself. I'd love to tell you I know exactly what he'll say, and exactly what will become of us, but I don't. All we can hope for- all anyone can hope for- is that we'll make it through this mess alive. We've come too damn far just to let some Imperial bureaucracy get in our way."

The old elf's voice was rough as gravel, and his face sagged with fatigue, but his eyes were hard as ever. "We've shed blood together just to make it here. Many of us died along the way. But by the gods, I swear it won't have been in vain. Freedom is what we've fought for, and freedom is what we'll have, from elves and Imperials both." Faendal looked towards the remaining Imperials, his eyes lingering on Vaultren. "I don't know about you, but I'd die before I let that go. So no matter what happens, remember that our lives are our own. And only together are we strong enough to keep them."



OOC: Alrighty, dramatic speech is over, feel free to mingle for a little while before we're called into the audience chamber. Newcomers, now is the time to jump in, and anyone that wasn't with us in the last RP would do well to make introductions. I don't think Faendal even knows the names of half of our company. Everyone should be in the antechamber now, red group and yellow, so anyone that's in the RP is fair game to talk to (Faendal included). We'll be moving along shortly, but I wanted to give everyone a chance to catch up before we jump into the emperor's room.

[Charleigh Anderson]

Vaultren. White-Gold Tower, Imperial City.
Cyrodiil - 11^th of Second Seed, 4E 174

Vaultren awaited the Emperor's commands. Even in a high position as he was, he still had answered to a higher authority. As he stood by, he couldn't help but notice the Bosmer stare at him over and over. He even managed to make a small speech to the group of individuals who survived the capture. All strangers to him, for the exception of the two other Imperials.

"Well, we're finally here. It was only yesterday we were all chained together in an Aldmeri camp. Most of us, anyways. And now we're about to see the emperor himself. I'd love to tell you I know exactly what he'll say, and exactly what will become of us, but I don't. All we can hope for- all anyone can hope for- is that we'll make it through this mess alive. We've come too damn far just to let some Imperial bureaucracy get in our way."

You might consider yourself fortunate, Bosmer. Vaultren thought angrily. The emperor will spare your lives no matter what you had done. He held his arms behind his back, still listening to his speech.

"We've shed blood together just to make it here. Many of us died along the way. But by the gods, I swear it won't have been in vain. Freedom is what we've fought for, and freedom is what we'll have, from elves and Imperials both." He now looked directly at Vaultren. "I don't know about you, but I'd die before I let that go. So no matter what happens, remember that our lives are our own. And only together are we strong enough to keep them."

The Imperial tribune cracked a smile that snaked it's way to the corner of his lips. How amusing. But he does have a point. Freedom is what Vaultren craved. Freedom to kill, freedom to destroy, freedom to break the chains of servitude and bondange. Freedom to achieve and fulfill his own goals, aspirations and ultimately his destiny. Without any hinderences, without any reservation. But so far, this Bosmer was the wall that stood between him and that freedom. For he was robbed of the opportunity to take down the single Altmer. But soon, very soon, he might just hold that chance.

Still remaining silent, Vaultren took his eyes to the two Imperials whom he recognized. Why in Oblivion are they here? He wondered. With their previous unstable relationship, he was hoping he would never set eyes upon them again. Sadly, to his chagrin, he did. And in the halls of the palace itself. His eyes squinted out of habit. He glanced at each and every other individual in the room, studying them one by one. While his eyes was upon them, Vaultren reached out and grabbed a glass of wine that sat on a platter which was carried by a servant. He took the fine cup to his lips and took a sip.

He wasn't sure what the outcome of his life would be, or what would happen to him in that very hour, but he hoped for the best.

Lycus Desselius and Illana Desselius. Imperial City, Imperial Palace - 11th of Second Seed, 4E 174

Lycus folded his arms at his chest. He inspected every detail of the palace, every single marvelous stone and craftsmanship. It was truly beautiful, but it did not fit his style. It was too pompous, far too civilized for his own good. As the group was told to wait for the Emperor, Faendal began his own speech as the time went by. Words of encouragement to his group made Lycus nod slightly. There were truth in his words. Honest words indeed. It would be a shame if they came here all this way for nothing, to have endured all those things...for nothing.

He stood in the corner, along with his sister Illana. She was refreshed, clean and relaxed, yet he could see her staring at the food. As he waited, he leaned in close to her. "Be mindful that we stand before the Emperor's court."

She ignored him, whispering. "I would love to have a bottle or two of brandy before we leave. Perhaps a plate of some Cyrodiilic boar and deer. For old time's sakes."

"If we are smiled upon, then it may just be so."

He looked about the chambers with a curiosity fit for a child. He was intensely interested in everything in the palace. He only set foot there once in his life before this day, and it was at the steps. He never had went this far. Even after he gazed upon the walls and the furniture, he studied the men and women, servants and other guards that walked about. He was able to detect a bit of tension between Faendal and the other Imperial Vaultren. There was a brief moment that both Imperials exchanged stares that seemed to linger for eternity, but it was broken by an abrupt conclusion of Faendal's speech.

Lycus felt Illana brush against his shoulder. He leaned in to listen as she got closer to him, still whispering "The man still holds title of tribune. It strikes me as odd, considering he would of leeched off of his subjects by now to be awarded position."

He only nodded. He looked at his sister. "Did he not pay you as well, for procuring his stolen items at the hands of necromancers?"

"Yes," she smiled "we never had much coin in our life from a single job."

Waiting impatiently for the emperor. He was eager to live this city, and Cyrodiil as well. And he stood by, looking at the new faces in the crowd.

[Enie van Bied]

Waylas
White Gold Tower, The Imperial City, Cyrodiil - 11^th of Second Seed, 4E 174


Waylas followed the guards and the rest of his companions as they moved through the glistening beauty of the White Gold Tower's halls. The White Gold tower was highly decorated with jewels and expensive furniture, fine silk cloths hung from the walls, and the floor was so clean and shiny you could almost see yourself in it. It certainly wasn't a place Waylas had ever visited. Nothing like the dirty streets and sandy beaches of Stro's M'kai; or the dirty and wet living space of his pirate ship. He was impressed with the amount of effort the empire put into making this place look nice and sparkly.

"You may wait here until the emperor is ready," One of the palace guards addressed Waylas and his companions. He wore a much prettier, more expensive looking armor than the other watchmen. "And while you wait, Do your best to look presentable. The emperor is not used to such.... men in his court." The guard said. Waylas wasn't sure whether or not to take the guards comment as an insult.

As the group entered the antechamber they were greeted by servants carrying plates full of wine and food. Waylas couldn't help himself from grabbing a goblet of rum off one of the plates and drinking it. "Mmm... that's damn good rum!" Waylas exclaimed. The rum was astonishingly tasty. The taste reminded him of the rum they had back on Stro's M'kai, 'Always goes down smooth' he thought thinking back fondly.

Waylas held the goblet and turned around to see several of the escaped prisoners they had seen earlier walk into the room. The group had split earlier on as they approached the Imperial city. 'What could they possibly be doing here?' Waylas thought to himself.

"Well we're finally here" Faednal spoke. "It was only yesterday we were all chained together in an Aldmeri camp. Most of us, anyways," Waylas turned around and listened attentively as the elf gave his speech. The redguard flashed a small smile across his face as the Bosmer spoke.

"And now we're about to see the emperor himself. I'd love to tell you I know exactly what he'll say, and exactly what will become of us, but I don't. All we can hope for- all anyone can hope for- is that we'll make it through this mess alive. We've come too damn far just to let some Imperial bureaucracy get in our way." The old Bosmer said in his rough voice. "We've shed blood together just to make it here. Many of us died along the way. But by the gods, I swear it won't have been in vain. Freedom is what we've fought for, and freedom is what we'll have, from elves and Imperials both." Faendal now turned and looked at Vaultren directly. "I don't know about you, but I'd die before I let that go. So no matter what happens, remember that our lives are our own. And only together are we strong enough to keep them." Vaultren remained silent as Faendal finished his speech. Waylas got the feeling that the Tribune wasn't very inspired by the elf's speech.

"Here's to not hopefully being excuted by the empire." The redguard shouted raising his glass amusingly to the Bosmer. 'Right now wouldn't be a bad time to break out the moon sugar'

[Jose ordaz]

OOC: I guess me and Luminite will catch up to the main group soon. In character we are probably already there, although we can come in late. However I think we require at least two posts each to wrap up our current conversation and explain how we got there.

Kai Xerosa - Imperial City Bloodworks.

Kai noted the Imperial’s directional notion towards the kitchen as a response to his own question, before then pointing towards the medical room, and offering Kai the extent of its supplies despite the lack of any healer to assist him. Kai considered his wound dealt with as best as possible until he could get to an alchemist. He rarely relied on the use of potions, and even less so magic, but Kai had to be realistic and his wound, without proper care was threatening his life, or at least the future use of his leg.

Lycus then moved the conversation on, introducing although not by name the Argonian that he had, before Kai’s interruption, been conversing with, before reaching for his spear and heading out of the Bloodworks. However, before leaving Lycus spoke.

"It is an amusing thing when a man amuses the crowd and gains a fan in his first showing, with bare hands, no less. There might be hope for you yet, Pit-dog."

Was it jealousy that Kai could detect in the man’s voice? He struggled to believe that the Imperial was being sincere, but his words were kind and without the energy to question the man, Kai took it at face value and let Lycus go on his way.

Not long after Lycus had left their presence, the Argonian spoke up, building upon what Lycus had earlier mentioned, probably out of formality after Lycus had somewhat thrown the Argonian into the situation.

“Yes, I... I was quite impressed with your martial skill in that match. I've never seen anything like it; but, then again, it was my first time witnessing an Arena fight. I expect that you wish to find some food immediately, but I must say that that wound looks severe. Have you any means of treating it properly?”

Kai could feel the Argonian’s eyes fixated on his wound. Kai was hungry, but perhaps the lizard had something to offer. With the little equipment Kai had at hand, he figured he’d done the best he could to treat it. Before he could make a decision whether to take the Argonian up on the offer or head to the kitchens, the lizard spoke again.

“Please, drink this. It will not mend your wound outright, but it will greatly accelerate the healing process. After a victory like that, it would be a shame to die of some illness. I did not place any bets to add to your winnings; consider this a replacement for that.” The Argonian seemed to insist upon offering the dark red liquid to Kai, who, given his current condition was in such a situation that he could hardly, selfishly refuse. As much as Kai hated alchemy, he appreciated that in this situation, it would probably do him good.

Kai reached out and took the potion from the Argonian, unscrewing the cap and pouring the dark red liquid down his coarse throat, grateful of the immediate pain relief that it offered him.

“The name’s Kai.” He began, wiping the wet remains from his lips and nodding in gratitude towards the Argonian. “Although, you probably knew that if you saw the fight.” Something Kai had never done before, and would probably never attempt again. As confident as he felt in his own ability, the involvement of weapons narrowed his margin for error somewhat.

“If you’d like, you can accompany me into the kitchen. The fight has left me somewhat hungry.” Kai offered before turning to walk in the direction Lycus had pointed. Kai cared little for the instructions of what he could and couldn’t eat and upon reaching the kitchen picked up a large green apple to satisfy his grumbling stomach.

[Tina Tupou]

Jack lupus, The Imperial compound, Cyrodiil - 11th of Second Seed, 4E 174

“The scouts have returned Lupus” Lupus said to legate Skulnar of the eight legion

“Send them in” Skulnar replied

Up until a few days ago Jack Lupus captain in the eight legions had been fighting the Thalmor outside the city, His armour was still covered Altmer and bosmer Blood… However on the orders of the emperor the entire eight legion had been sent back to the imperial city….. something big was about to happen….

In came the legion scout he was approached Skulnar before turning his attention to Map laid out on the table in front of them. “Whilst out on patrol we encounter the scouts here” he said whilst pointing out their position on the map. “We attacked the scouts and managed to capture one of them alive.” He added on…

By the Nines….That’s less than a day away

“Did captured scout reveal were the main army is.” Skulnar asked.

“No sir, he has refused to answer any of our questions so we decided to bring him back here, we’ve got him tied up outside.”
The scout replied “Oh be we found this on the leader, it’s the scouts notebook.” He added on passing Skulnar the book

Skulnar quick glanced at the book pages “Good work solider, this should help us figure out what the Thalmor are planning but now let’s go and chat with our captured friend” Skulnar replied

Hopefully we can find out were the main army is located ….

“Lupus take this to emperor, he and the generals will want to see this. “ Skulnar said as he passed Lupus the notebook.

“Yes sir” Lupus replied

Leaving the compound Jack made his way over to the white-gold tower; Jack had been inside before but was always impressed by the towers fine craftsmanship. Even if the Empire was a shadow of its former glory, the tower showed how majestic and imposing it once was…

Approaching the towers door, Jack informed the palace guard of his orders and was allowed access into the tower and was told to wait with the others until the emperor was ready to see them.

Walking inside a large group of ragtag soldiers with an elderly Bosmer speaking at the front; "And now we're about to see the emperor himself. I'd love to tell you I know exactly what he'll say, and exactly what will become of us, but I don't. All we can hope for- all anyone can hope for- is that we'll make it through this mess alive. We've come too damn far just to let some Imperial bureaucracy get in our way." The old Bosmer said in his rough voice. "We've shed blood together just to make it here. Many of us died along the way. But by the gods, I swear it won't have been in vain. Freedom is what we've fought for, and freedom is what we'll have, from elves and Imperials both."

Impresses speech….

The elf turned around and looked at one of his followers directly. "I don't know about you, but I'd die before I let that go. So no matter what happens, remember that our lives are our own. And only together are we strong enough to keep them."

I wonder what they are doing here. I shall have to ask…

"Here's to not hopefully being executed by the empire." A redguard in the group shouted.

Jack approached the elderly Bosmer whilst chapping his hands “captain Jack Lupus of the eight legion. That was an Impressive speech Bosmer but what brings you to the Gold-white palace? ” Jack asked…

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OOC: the notebook contains the scout’s findings, mostly reports on legions position; just something I made up to give Jack a reason for going to the tower…. The captured scout dies in his "interrogation" and does not reveal anything....

[yessenia hermosillo]

Imperial Palace, 11th of Second Seed, 4E 174

Errialor

Errialor had never been in such an impressive building as the Imperial Palace. It was the tallest building in the Imperial City, visible from a long way off. Equally impressive were the decorations that adorned the interior. Even the palace guards wore elaborate uniforms. They certainly know how to look impressive.

"You may wait here until the emperor is ready. And while you wait, do your best to look presentable. The emperor is not used to such, Men in his court." The Altmer looked around the antechamber, eyeing the food and drinks laid out for them. At least, that's what he assumed it was for them. It didn't matter, however, as Errialor had more pressing worries than which food or drink to sample.

I can't stay here. Things are only going to get worse for me when the Dominion comes in. Either I'll be tortured to death by the Thalmor for telling the Imperials what I know, or I'll be murdered by the Imperials. While he pondered, the Bosmer gave a speech, addressing him and the other members of his group. Only a few people here know I'm Dominion. I might be able to slip away without alerting those that do. He silently observed the others in the room, and what they were paying attention to.

"We've shed blood together just to make it here. Many of us died along the way. But by the gods, I swear it won't have been in vain. Freedom is what we've fought for, and freedom is what we'll have, from elves and Imperials both," continued Faendal, who turned his attention to the Tribune. The Redguard turned towards Faendal. A few meaningless words later, the Tribune dropped his guard and turned his attention towards a drink. This is my chance. He wouldn't be able to do anything once the Emperor and his bodyguards showed up, so he had to move now. He began to walk backwards towards the door, slowly but surely. Trying to act as inconspicuously as possible, he quietly slipped out the doorway.

Out of sight, he moved through the hallway towards the door. The guards and servants wouldn't know who he was, but he moved quickly, lest they learn before he escaped. He reached the palace doors and pushed one of them open. The door refused to move quietly, so it created a bit more noise than he was comfortable with. Nevertheless, it drew only quick glances from the guards, who turned back away immediately afterwards. He was out of the palace, but he had to move. Sooner or later they would learn that he had slipped away, and he would need to move quickly to avoid being caught. Auri-El protect me...

[Micah Judaeah]

Rashaava
Imperial City, Arena Bloodworks - 11th of Second Seed, 4E 174

Rashaava watched as Kai took the vial from his outstretched hand and, twisting out the stopper, promptly downed the contents. Rashaava noticed that the man seemed to relax; the pain-relieving effects had worked quickly. A good batch, it seems. I hope that it wasn't wasted.

Wiping his mouth, the man said,

“The name's Kai. Although, you probably knew that if you saw the fight.”

While he had not been completely certain of the man's name, this was more or less correct; Rashaava gave a slight nod indicating this. Kai continued,

“If you'd like, you can accompany me into the kitchen. The fight has left me somewhat hungry.”

With that, he headed in that direction. Rashaava started to follow when he noticed a disturbance at the Bloodworks entrance. A man had run in, looking rather flustered; interestingly, he was dressed in the light leather armor of a lower-ranked Legion member. He seemed to scan the room before loudly saying,

“I must speak with Lycus Desselius. Where is this man?”

A few of the gladiators gestured in Lycus' general direction, and the soldier went over to deliver whatever message he carried. A man tells me that he escaped from a Thalmor camp where he learned of valuable tactical information, and then the Legion diverts one of its own to deliver a message? The two cannot be unrelated.

Rashaava followed Kai, who had selected a large green apple, apparently in contradiction to the Arena tradition. Ignoring this, the Argonian looked back to the entrance; the messenger was walking out at a brisk pace, with Lycus following. Not just a message, but a summons? If this city is in danger, I absolutely have to know about it; I will not let another surprise interfere with my plans. Indeed, Rashaava loathed sudden changes in plans, and he could not make good ones without good knowledge. He decided that he would have to follow the pair that had just left.

Unfortunately, he felt that he couldn't leave Kai here to be potentially slaughtered by Thalmor (And, he still has my vial...). Turning toward the Imperial, Rashaava decided to inform him of what he knew.

“Kai, I must tell you something. I did not believe it at first, but what just happened between the messenger and Lycus has confirmed it. Just before you approached, Lycus told me that, through an odd series of events, he and a group of others became aware of an imminent Aldmeri attack on the city. The fact that the Legion wants to speak with him, and not in a public place, means that he must have been telling the truth. I intend to follow them; you are welcome to accompany me, but if so, we must leave immediately if we wish to keep them in sight. This is especially true because of your leg, although that should be mending quickly.”

Rashaava turned toward the door to see if the pair were visible; they were not. Turning back, he asked,

“Are you coming?”

[Campbell]

Kai Xerosa - Imperial City Arena

Kai bit down hard into the large green apple, his teeth scraping down through the hard surface and the juices exploding into the back of his throat, although something else had caught the lizard’s eye, a man, perhaps a messenger in the entrance of the Bloodworks. As soon as the man spoke, Kai’s ears perked up, he was after Lycus, whom with such a reputation, the request shouldn’t have shocked Kai when being asked for by name. It was strange though, the guard, or messenger looked very official and Kai could not contain his curiosity. What furthered Kai’s interest was the fact that both Lycus and the messenger upon meeting left the Arena, perhaps for a more private audience.

It was the Argonian that finally quelled Kai’s curiosity, warning him of what Lycus had not long informed the lizard himself.

’A Thalmor attack?’ Kai pondered its possibility to himself. He would have hoped the Legion might have let the city know by now. But perhaps they did not want to risk the panic that would surely ensue.

The Argonian offered Kai to accompany him to wherever it was that Lycus and the mysterious messenger were going. Kai didn’t have to wait long to answer, although he knew his leg might hold him up, he would rather follow Lycus in order to be free of the city. If such rumours were true Kai would hate to be left helpless, due to injury if the Thalmor were to attack. Kai didn’t say anything, but nodded in reply to the Argonian’s offer, his mouth still full of apple, pointing him to lead the way to wherever it was that they would end up.

[Alex [AK]]

Ermac - Imperial Palace, 11th of Second Seed, 4E 174

It had all happened so quickly. The Imperial who had claimed himself as Vaultren began the interrogation rather quickly, and for a time all went fairly accordingly. The Altmer said his peace, giving both the Imperial and Faendal and the rest important information on the next plan of events. The city was in imminent danger.

It was then when Faendal spoke, trying to reason with the man, allowing him to see that now was not the time for vindication. But then things took a turn for the worse. The Imperial lashed out and struck the Altmer, and then before Ermac knew it, the elf's face was engulfed in a fiery blaze. The Imperial had abused his acting authority and not only laid hands on the elf, but set him on fire! Ermac fought to keep his composure, not wanting to make any sudden movement that would cause attention to himself, but readying his fists is defense, planning to dispell the flames and then burden Vaultren so as not to cause him immediate harm; but surely Faendal wouldn't stand for such debauchery.

And then things entered a whole new level of chaotic. Faendal launched himself at Vaultren, meanwhile Ermac summoned a protection spell on the victim as well as a guard on himself. Just then a ball of fire had collided with his face. He heard the painful grunt of Fithvael, the elf near him. He was thrown back by the sudden attack. Then he heard Faendal's voice

"Guard the door!" He screamed. And Ermac was on it, keeping himself calm and collected. His immediate instict reaction was to use his staff to summon something that could easily dismantle and disembowel the guard, but orders were orders, and at the end of the day the blood would be on the elf's hands. He cast a spell of burden on the door, which increased its weight, but not by much and only for half a minute.

I should have dispelled the man when I had the chance!

But then a voce could be heard from the wall. Ermac could tell from the tone that it wasn't as malicious and venomous as Vaultren's, but it still sounded angry. Faendal tried to reason with it, telling the voice that Vautren was the initiator of all te ruckus, and they reluctantly heeded his words, and ensured their safety if they yielded, for they had been requested by the emperor.

And now they were in the palace, waiting to be heard my the emperor himself, just minutes from what most likely would have been a fight to the death. Faendal had just spoke to the group on behalf of the situation. The lot of them were rounded up and most of the whole crowd were to be seen, save for a few. Now it was time for introductions to be made. Ermac would speak soon, but he needed to gather his thoughts again.

It had been a busy few minutes.

[Emmi Coolahan]

Vaultren. White-Gold Tower, Imperial City.
Cyrodiil - 11^th of Second Seed, 4E 174


Taking yet another sip of wine, Vaultren stood on the sidelines, pondering on everything that had transpired. His scheming mentality was put to a hold when he saw a new person enter the palace. A face he had seen before; Jack Lupus. The Tribune was able to recognize him by the distinct scar under his left eye, rendering it white. His armor still reeked with the dried blood of his foes, so much that Vaultren scratched the tip of his nose in a hidden gesture.

He watched as Lupus went to speak to the Bosmer speech-maker, honoring him by claiming his speech was impressive. Vaultren stifled a chuckle by bringing drinking his wine once more as he stood by. The proclaimed soldier of the Eight Legion now sympathized with the the law breaking Wood Elf, inquiring him about their reason to the White-Gold tower.

Just then, a young woman carrying a silver wine try walked by Vaultren. He halted her with the raise of his hand, setting the empty glass cup atop of the platter. With his other hand, he gently set his hand behind her back, guiding her closer to him as he leaned in and whispered in her ear. She nodded, managing to giggle a bit before she scurried off. Vaultren, satisfied that his order of Skingrads' finest wine was going to be delivered in haste, watched everyone in the group.

[Darren]

Rashaava
Imperial City, Arena Bloodworks - 11th of Second Seed, 4E 174

“Are you coming?”

In response to Rashaava's question, Kai simply nodded and pointed ahead, having just taken a bite out of the apple held in his hand. With a curt nod, Rashaava turned and strode out of the Bloodworks door, searching for Lycus. Interestingly, he and the messenger had maintained a straight course, and had just passed through the entrance to Green Emperor Way. Is he really being led to White Gold Tower? This must be important.

Rashaava followed the same path, and went through the large wooden doors which, unlike those separating the different districts, were customarily kept shut. Noting Kai behind him, and avoiding drawing the attention of the nearby guards, Rashaava strode into the large courtyard surrounding the famed tower. His suspicions were confirmed: Lycus was being led to the palace. He and the messenger were moving at a very brisk pace, and had consequently placed quite some distance between themselves and their curious followers; they were ascending the final steps just as Rashaava entered the courtyard.

As he traversed the final set of flagstones, Rashaava noticed an Altmer leaving the palace; he walked quickly, but seemed to be consciously controlling his gait so as not to draw attention to himself. Hmm.

Finally, Rashaava reached the entrance to the tower. The Palace Guards, with their uniquely extravagant armor, gave him a searching glance. He noticed their gaze immediately drawn to the bow slung across his pack; luckily they offered no objection, likely because he always kept it unstrung when not in use. Passing into the antechamber, Rashaava was surprised to see more than a half-dozen other people, from various backgrounds. There's Lycus, and his sister is here as well. Who are these others? Remembering Lycus' mention of a prison escape, Rashaava wondered whether these were the other surviving prisoners. Realizing that, if that were the case, they would probably notice his presence and wonder at it, Rashaava sidled toward the walls in an effort to avoid too much attention. Most of them had noticed him enter, but he didn't want to make the situation any worse. What is going on here?

[Daramis McGee]

Lycus Desselius and Illana Desselius. Imperial City.
Imperial Palace - 11th of Second Seed, 4E 174

Still lingering about, Lycus kept his eye on Vaultren for the longest of moments, though the other Imperial never returned a gesture. It took his sister to rouse his attention, elbowing him on the hip. Lycus turned to his sister, who was eager to leave the palace.

"We should leave this palace and these scheming sycophants behind." Lycus said, mumbling silently to his sister. He knew she was the only one who truly knew him.

Leaning back on the wall, the huntress scratched the tip of her ear. "Relax. Soon as the Thalmor invade, if they invade, we can try to hitch a ride with the larger group. More scattered prey, easier for us to make our way onto Skyrim. The sooner this meeting is over, the sooner we ditch this place."

A well-dressed male walked on by with a tray full of delectable sweets. Among them, glazed sweetrolls and Boiled Creme treats. Lycus reached for two of the kind, giving one to Illana and one to himself. He bit onto the soft, sugary food, wishing silently that he could get more. As he chewed on his food, he saw another Imperial enter the room. He bore a scar on his eye, and he carried himself as a man from the Legion. He saw him speaking to Faendal.

He frowned, looking around the room and to everyone who escaped the prison a day prior. He wondered to himself who would live, and who would die. It was hard to detect, everyone was skilled in their own way. He folded his arms at the chest tightly, still looking around. "You think the Thalmor would breach the city while we are still here?"

"Possibly," she said. "Most likely, yeah. They're right at the door."

"It would be a pity to see Faendal or anyone perish this time. We came so far." Lycus said to her.

"I'd be surprised if we all survived," she scoffed, kicking her head toward the entrance. "If anything, that Argonian friend of yours can provide some potions."

Lycus turned to see Rashaava enter the chamber, only to slide away in the corner to remain hidden. Probably to avoid drawing much attention, Lycus thought. What is he doing here, anyways? He wondered. Lycus excused himself from his sister's presence, telling her to go fetch more of the sweet delights and drink. He went to approach Rashaava.

"When we had exchanged words, I had expected to never see you again. It is beyond coinscedence that you and I are in the same chamber. You are not stalking me, are you Argonian?" Lycus asked Rashaava, his tone of voice, and frigid facial expression bespoke seriousness rather than a tease.

[Jason Wolf]

The Imperial City, Cyrodiil - 11^th of Second Seed, 4E 174

Just as Faendal finished his short, brusque speech, one of the members of his company raised his glass. "Here's to hopefully not being executed by the Empire!" he shouted jovially, completely discordant with the mood of the room. The Bosmer merely raised one dark eyebrow in his direction, studying the Redguard. Though the man had been with them since the Thalmor camp, Faendal had never caught his name. The old soldier started over towards the man, remembering the harsh words of his first company commander- 'No one follows a stranger into battle, whelp.'

As he was about to ask the man his name, however, another round eared human walked up to him, this one an Imperial. “Captain Jack Lupus of the eighth legion," the man began, grasping Faendal's hand. The Bosmer shook firmly in response, suppressing a scowl. "That was an Impressive speech Bosmer, but what brings you to White-Gold Palace?"

"Gold-skinned dogs, Captain Lupus." Faendal dropped the man's hand, folding his arms across his chest and trying hard not to look up at the Imperial. "My men and I escaped those Thalmor bastards just last night, and bring word to the emperor of their arrival. My name is Faendal, a commander myself in another life. How ready is your legion for a siege?"


OOC: Probably just a few more posts until we open the doors, so finish any introductions that you need to. Anyone can feel free to interrupt Faendal; he does need to learn a few names, after all.

[BaNK.RoLL]

Jack lupus-The Imperial City, Cyrodiil - 11^th of Second Seed, 4E 174

"Gold-skinned dogs, Captain Lupus." The bosmer said before folding his arms across his chest and trying hard not to look up at the Imperial.

Hah that’s a new one

"My men and I escaped those Thalmor bastards just last night, and bring word to the emperor of their arrival. My name is Faendal, a commander myself in another life. How ready is your legion for a siege?"

“That’s good to hear, never been in a Thalmor prison camp myself but my wife was once…. She told me how bad it can get, good that so many of you got out.” Jack said, as looked at the group, among them he even noticed someone he knew, Vaultren.

What’s he doing here?

“As for how the legion is doing, he got enough soldiers to hold the city but the Thalmor have cut off all access apart from the northern routes… and skyrim”

Hopefully l Elenwen made it up there…

Jack then looked up at the palaces chandeliers” Don’t tell anyone this but personally I think we should retreat from the city and gather our forces In Skyrim. The Thalmor will think we are finished as we abandoned the city.

“But whilst there celebrating their “victory” we launch a surprise attack and catch the Thalmor completely off guard and wipe them out.” Jack said he then looked back at Faendal “But don’t take that for coward talk, I will gladly die to defend this city.”

“But anyway back to Business, if you have news about Thalmor the emperor will defiantly see you… especially if Vaultren is backing you.

Jack then turned to Vaultren” I didn’t know you were in the Penitus Oculatus? guess beating up Nobles works”

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ooc: Werewolf&Vampire: wasn’t sure if wanted Vaultren and Jack to know each other, are friends or have just seen each other once or twice so kept it brief for now.

If they know each other Pm me as there some stuff about Jack, Vaultren should know

[Gavin Roberts]

Rashaava
Imperial City, White Gold Tower - 11th of Second Seed, 4E 174

As Rashaava leaned against the wall, he watched the others in the room. A soldier-type walked through the doors and headed toward an Elf in the center. Rashaava tried to discern any common link between the others here; were they really all escaped captives? Or, were there others like him, who had been drawn to this place by some other act of fate? He knew that Kai would fall into the second group... but what about the rest?

Before he could ponder it further, Rashaava was interrupted by the approach of Lycus. As soon as he started walking toward him, Rashaava could tell that he had noticed his presence and wanted to know why he had come here. What do I say? I can't think of a convincing lie, but I don't want to tell him that I followed him... Having approached, Lycus addressed Rashaava:

“When we had exchanged words, I had expected to never see you again. It is beyond coincidence that you and I are in the same chamber. You are not stalking me, are you, Argonian?”

His face was unusually devoid of emotion, for a landstrider. They usually have no self-control, letting their faces contort into the oddest expressions at the slightest hint of emotion. I expect that Lycus is not speaking in jest. Rashaava searched for some explanation, finally saying,

“No, no, of course not! I was... leaving. Yes, I was headed to the bridge, and the quickest route was through Green Emperor Way; it is much less crowded, as well. However, as I was passing through, I did happen to notice you enter here; I would not have taken much note had you not informed me of this Thalmor business. I decided that it would be best to seek confirmation, and when I noticed the group here, I determined that something important must be happening. I am simply curious, and wish to know whether I will need to change my plans.”

He hoped that Lycus wouldn't notice that Kai had been following Rashaava; that would be very difficult to explain. However, Kai seemed to have disappeared into the group somewhere; perhaps his simultaneous entry had not been noted. In any case, Rashaava hoped that something would happen soon; he could not determine the what everybody was waiting for, and that annoyed him to no end. These are strange events indeed...

[David John Hunter]

Waylas


The Bosmer with a raised eyebrow now turned his attention to Waylas. Waylas now stared back at him with his smile replaced with a hard glance. Faendal walked towards him as if to engage him in conversation, but was then interrupted by a man who stepped foward clapping his hands together. Waylas turned around in surprise to see an Imperial approach the group. “captain Jack Lupus of the eight legion. That was an Impressive speech Bosmer but what brings you to the Gold-white palace?" The guard asked the Bosmer. 'An Imperial legion captain!' Waylas thought as he discretley gripped his sword's handle. What could this bastard be bothering them about? He didn't want to take any chances in the event this man pulled out his sword and ordered his men to execute them all right there.

"Gold-skinned dogs, Captain Lupus." The Bosmer remarked. Waylas watched the two silently as they talked, his fingers still tightly wrapped around the handle of his sword. He turned his side away from the Imperial watch captain in order to keep his blade hidden from man's view. "My men and I escaped those Thalmor bastards just last night, and bring word to the emperor of their arrival. My name is Faendal, a commander myself in another life. How ready is your legion for a siege?"

“That’s good to hear, never been in a Thalmor prison camp myself but my wife was once…. She told me how bad it can get, good that so many of you got out.” Jack said engaging the Bosmer in friendly conversation. “As for how the legion is doing, he got enough soldiers to hold the city but the Thalmor have cut off all access apart from the northern routes… and skyrim. But whilst there celebrating their “victory” we launch a surprise attack and catch the Thalmor completely off guard and wipe them out.” Waylas let his sword go from his grip. He turned towards the Imperial now that he had some reassurance that the man wasn't there to kill them. But still Waylas wanted to know what the man's true intentions were.

"I didn’t know you were in the Penitus Oculatus? guess beating up Nobles works” The Imperial said turning towards the Tribune. Waylas approached the Imperial and introduced himself. "Hello Jack, the names Waylas." the Redguard said reaching his hand out to shake the Imperials. "I'm from Hammerfell, you know that one province you abandoned immediately after the Thalmor invaded it." Waylas said. "Since you asked us what we're all doing here how about you tell us what your purpose here is in exchange? That way we can have some level of trust with each other."


OOC: There your characters shouldn't have to keep referring to me as the Redguard. Lewis you can reply to Waylas however you want.

[Cameron Garrod]

Vaultren. White-Gold Tower, Imperial City.
Cyrodiil - 11^th of Second Seed, 4E 174


Vaultren had to force a smile when he heard the Bosmeri man named Faendal call the Altmer "Gold-skinned dogs". Amusing, Vaultren told himself. This creature indeed can be of benefit. But the manner in which he avoids the gaze of the other Imperial told Vaultren that he distrusted them, and perhaps harbored some disdain against humans in the Empire. He watched Jack reply to the Bosmer.

"That’s good to hear, never been in a Thalmor prison camp myself but my wife was once…. She told me how bad it can get, good that so many of you got out.” Said the Imperial captain. Vaultren tried to make what he could of Lupus. He was well-aware that Jack was noble of birth. His sources told him that his father was a Legate in the Legion, though his later history was made obscure to Vaultren's perceptive notice. From what his own sister had told him, Jack has a sibling as well, and his wife lived in Solitude in Skyrim. As far as he knew, Jack himself would be in his seventh year in the Imperial Legion.

Aside from the presence of Lupus, Vaultren also noticed a Redguard. It came to his attention that the man slid his hand into his blade, though no one else seemed to notice. His guard was lowered when Jack bespoke his ideas to attack the Thalmor using a surprise attack. This told him that the Redguard had more trust than Faendal did. Anyone with a deceptive knack could easily pursuade the man. Perhaps.

“But don’t take that for coward talk, I will gladly die to defend this city.” Jack added.

And how many would die to defend your life? Are you men loyal? Perhaps. But dead is dead. There is no glory in the death of man. They die, wither and crumble as time overshadows. Everything comes to an end, sooner or later. Vaultren tried to make the best of his life. He would not lay his life down for a city mirred with the corrupted High Council or blind idealists or even misguided Emperors.

“But anyway back to Business, if you have news about Thalmor the emperor will defiantly see you… especially if Vaultren is backing you."

If only, Vaultren said in his mind. I would never support these bed-raggled barbarians. Suddenly, the captain turned his attention to Vaultren, just as the young woman returned with his wine.

"I didn’t know you were in the Penitus Oculatus? guess beating up Nobles work." Jack told him.

Smiling, but only faintly, the Imperial tribune gracefully picked up his wine. Taking a sip before joining the group. "It is my duty, yes. To keep a vigilant eye on those who would threaten Imperial interests. To quell any sparks of rebellion, foreign or domestic." he paused, taking another sip of wine. "Yet the Thalmor prove ever so persistent in their quest for power. They stand the true threat."

He chose not to broach the subject of brutally choking the thieving nobleman to death. His act was known, but not the outcome. Many were aware of his actions, few knew the reason, and even fewer held the knowledge of the nobleman's demise. Though being in high standing and continuously proving his worth, he was unscathed by troublesome senators and diplomats.

The Redguard came into the conversation after a moment of silence. "Hello Jack, the names Waylas. I'm from Hammerfell, you know that one province you abandoned immediately after the Thalmor invaded it." he said. "Since you asked us what we're all doing here how about you tell us what your purpose here is in exchange? That way we can have some level of trust with each other."

Vaultren's index finger slowly caressed the bottom of his lower lip as he heard the man give information about himself. Waylas was his name. And he did not bother to hide his personal perspective on the Empire leaving Hammerfell. Though it was more of a fact. Vaultren couldn't agree more that the Empire abandoned that heap of dry land. The Pentulus officer nearly tried to run his hand over his head, a gesture of discomfort and annoyance. Would it be so hard for the Empire to at least make an attempt to infiltrate Thalmor circles and spread seeds of discord among them? Oblivion take them, he cursed. I would gladly sacrifice Altmeri women and children for a measure of order and stability in this Nine-forsaken world.

He interjected after the Redguard, looking at Jack Lupus. "A mere surprise attack would not destroy the entire organization. The Dominion is a sleeping beast that we cannot slay alone. It would take much more to bring the Thalmor crumbling to its knees."

[Khamaji Taylor]

Jack lupus-The Imperial City, Cyrodiil - 11^th of Second Seed, 4E 174

“Didn’t know you were in the Penitus Oculatus? Guess beating up Nobles works” jack said

Smiling, but only faintly, Vaultren gracefully picked up his wine. Taking a sip before joining the group. "It is my duty, yes. To keep a vigilant eye on those who would threaten Imperial interests. To quell any sparks of rebellion, foreign or domestic." he paused, taking another sip of wine. "Yet the Thalmor prove ever so persistent in their quest for power. They stand the true threat."

“Indeed they do” Jack replied.

The Redguard who had been listening in finally spoke ”Hello Jack, the names Waylas." the Redguard said reaching his hand out to shake the Imperials. "I'm from Hammerfell, you know that one province you abandoned immediately after the Thalmor invaded it." Waylas said. "Since you asked us what we're all doing here how about you tell us what your purpose here is in exchange? That way we can have some level of trust with each other."

Before Jack could reply Vaultren spoke again. "A mere surprise attack would not destroy the entire organization. The Dominion is a sleeping beast that we cannot slay alone. It would take much more to bring the Thalmor crumbling to its knees."

“Good to meet you Waylas” Jack said as he shook his hand “Although Hammerfell wasn’t abandoned by the empire as much as you might think, we are stilling fighting. My father is actually fighting out there right now, and he isn’t a normal solider… anymore…”

“As for this “exchange” with the emperor, I’m just here to give legate Skulnar report to emperor and his advisors. Oh and inform him of scout we captured but I porbably shouldn't tell you anymore than that.” Jack said

“I only came over as I was interested in what your group was doing here, so relax I won’t interrupt your exchange unless it’s a scam… “Jack said before turning his attention back to Vaultren “Of Couse it wouldn’t t but it could cripple or destroy their invasion force and give us time to rebuild our forces here whilst focusing our attention on Hammerfell.”

“If we are going to win this war we are going to need everyone and have them at full strength… especially if we want to drive them back to summerset. With the forces we have now the only thing we can do now is outlast them…”

[Amiee Kent]

Lycus Desselius. Imperial City.
Imperial Palace - 11th of Second Seed, 4E 174

“No, no, of course not! I was... leaving. Yes, I was headed to the bridge, and the quickest route was through Green Emperor Way; it is much less crowded, as well. However, as I was passing through, I did happen to notice you enter here; I would not have taken much note had you not informed me of this Thalmor business. I decided that it would be best to seek confirmation, and when I noticed the group here, I determined that something important must be happening. I am simply curious, and wish to know whether I will need to change my plans.”

Lycus blinked twice at the Argonian’s words. He did not trust his words to the fullest, so much that it shown in the manner that he slightly moved his head to the side in a cautious manner. Though even if he was telling the truth or not, Lycus had no reason to seek quarrel with Rashaava. He had done him no harm, and sought no problems. As far as he was concerned, he was just another man eager to find out more. And who could blame him? The city was going to be breached and a war threatened to break out. Only the more ignorant would swim in the ocean of bliss.

Even so, Lycus disliked being doubted. Especially in a matter so critical as an invasion and the fall of the greatest city in Cyrodiil, perhaps even Tamriel. He sensed that if the words were true, Rashaava did not believe him at first, relying on his own eyes to see if it were true or not. But Lycus did his best to keep his emotions in check.

"We seek an audience with the Emperor," Lycus said once more after a thought. "In the mean, we are served food and drink. Now, we wait."