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by Spetznaz Assault Teams » Thu May 31, 2012 1:18 pm
by Zemkal » Thu May 31, 2012 6:44 pm
Spetznaz Assault Teams wrote:Benyamin Do'urden
The Dark Brotherhood
Bravil, Cryodiil
Benyamin gazed at the ongoing siege with more than a little contempt. I've seen better siege plans in a three year old's drawings in the dirt. He turned to Petnea.
"Whom do you sense?"
She concentrated while Athrogate let out a belch and more than a few bad rhymes.
"The same woman from Leyawiin... and there's somebody down there
who knows you." Benyamin raised an eyebrow.
"Knows me."
"Yes, let me just... oh."
"What!"
"You met him in Skyrim. Twenty odd years ago... a High Elf." Benyamin's eyebrows shot up.
"Aladur."
"Yes." Now Benyamin broke out into a massive smile. The old rogue was still doing his damndest to bring down the Empire. He turned to Petnea.
"Send him a message that his dead friend from Skyrim wants to speak to him on this ridge after the battle. Then you are dismissed back to the sanctuary."
"Yes sir."
Aladur. Your dead friend from Skyrim would like to speak with you after the battle. Ridge behind your army. That done, Petnea bowed to Benyamin and left, leaving no trace she ever was even there.
Athrogate belched a bit and swore as a particularly large rat ran by him. Benyamin smiled, laid back, and thought of Skyrim.
by North Banrodesia » Thu May 31, 2012 11:28 pm
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by Spetznaz Assault Teams » Fri Jun 01, 2012 7:26 am
by Zemkal » Fri Jun 01, 2012 8:29 am
Spetznaz Assault Teams wrote:Benyamin Do'urden
The Dark Brotherhood
Bravil, Cryodiil
Benyamin turned back to Dralin. "Yes, I do. There is exactly one thing down there that concerns me. As of now, he is assaulting the walls. He's an old friend, and I plan on meeting him after the battle. If he survives."
He paused, and his eyes narrowed. "You aren't happy with that." It wasn't a question. "You want to be down there, fighting. My question is, on who's side?"
by Spetznaz Assault Teams » Fri Jun 01, 2012 9:00 am
by Zemkal » Fri Jun 01, 2012 12:07 pm
Spetznaz Assault Teams wrote:Benyamin Do'urden
The Dark Brotherhood
Bravil, Cryodiil
Benyamin turned back to the siege.
"His name is Aladur." The Assassin's voice was quiet, thoughtful. "He saved my life and I his more times than I care to count. Decades ago, in Skyrim. We fought side by side against the Empires. You may have heard of the now defunct, or supposedly so, Golden Sabers?"
by Aldares » Fri Jun 01, 2012 12:50 pm
North Banrodesia wrote:Isratial remained vigilant for many more minutes, watching the silhouettes of the siege towers that poked up over the canopy of the forests. Down below the towering war machines, a million torches shimmered accross the forest floor, Like the stars in the sky of ebon above the city where he stood.
After almost fifteen minutes of being idle, Isratial peered over the battlements into the canal that flowed into Bravil through a rusted portcullis. He spotted the golden armour of Thalmor underneath the water, followed by some kind of spell. He threw a shock spell into the water, which hurriedly sped through the water like blood speeds through veins. He kept waiting to see if he had afflicted any casualties, Which he expecte he had achieved. 'They're in the water! Block up the portcullis! Isratial yelled into the city to see several imperial soldiers responding to his cry by preparing spells and arrows into the threshold of the Portcullis, some throwing constant streaks of shock into the murky water, which sparked up and leaped around the surface of the water.
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by Wolfmanne » Sat Jun 02, 2012 1:45 pm
Terripin wrote:Wolfmanne wrote:Fort Orcato
Nibenay Valley
Cyrodiil
4E 171, Fourteenth of Sun's Dusk
Emperor Titus Medes summoned the troops outside the fort, as he stood upon a podium; beside him, the Marshall of the Blades, the Marshall of Imperial City, General Crazy Al, the General Dux of the Army stationed in the Valley, the new Imperial Battlemage, an Altmer named Telindar, who was most certainly loyal to the Emperor, some Blades and Penitus Oculatus bodyguards and a variety of politicians. The number of men covered the entire valley; although most legionnaires, there were also several Blades, Oculatus agents, volunteering Guards and citizen Militias to make up an army, which had a final size of 21,000 legionnaires from all 7 Legions in Cyrodiil, 7,500 Guards from across Tamriel, who have volunteered to form two new Legions, the 23rd and 24th Legions, along with 1,500 assigned to replace the losses in the Fifth and several thousand unaccounted militiamen and guerillas, who likely numbered from a conservative estimate of 2,000, right the way up to 6,000.
"Men of the Grand Army of Cyrodiil" the Emperor began. "We are gathered here in Nibenay Valley to defend the institute that is the Empire. It is here 9 Legions of the Empire is summoned. Collectively, the Thalmor outnumber us 6:3, but we have Imperial steel and bravery to defeat them. Their supply lines are cut-off and Bravil is all set to be a massacre - a massacre for the Thalmor!" A cheer echoed through the valley, with the undisciplined guerillas giving out whistles of approvements, while the Legionnaires gave a cheer and a round of applause. "These are grim times for the Empire; the Imperial Battlemage Ocato was murdered in cold blood. He was one of the greatest Imperial Battlemages the Empire ever had, one who refused to surrender to the Thalmor Coup and remained loyal to the Empire way after the Oblivion Crisis. He served the Septims themselves - the Dragonbloods - and us Medes, who restored order to the Emperor. This fort is named in his honour. To replace him, we have searched long and hard but I am happy to present former Arcane University professor Telindar as the new Imperial Battlemage".
The men clapped, but for some it was a forced one; the Altmer were now the scapegoats of Tamriel and many would had preferred a Breton as the Imperial Battlemage. There were sounds of booing from the militiamen.
"The death of General Mathus of the Imperial Legion and half of Fifth Legion in the Battle of Leyawiin shocked us all" the Emperor continued. "It is sad that we have to replace him and several other Officers. I am proud to award the following men of Fifth Legion with a commission or promotion". A list of names was spoken, most notable being Captain Antioch becoming a Legate and Jo'Rak becoming a Praefect". Then came the all important position; General of Fifth Legion.
"As Emperor of Tamriel, I hereby commission Legate Mist-Walker in the rank of Generalship" he announced. Most people clapped and cheered like they meant it, but there were some doing the infamous false applause; an Argonian General? First an Altmer Imperial Battlemage, an Orc General Dux and now an Argonian General. Mist-Walker stood up to the podium and kneeled in front of the Emperor, who handed him the General's Armour and Sword. A customary salute and the new General Mist-Walker stood on the podium.
"However, we are also gathered here for a sad reason; the first deaths in the war, from Ocatos' to the brave citizen of Leyawiin, must be remembered" the Emperor said, his grim tone lowering the theme of joy. "Let us stand for a minute of silence". Everyone stood, a word not said, apart from the occasional coughing. When it ended, the unofficial tradition of a round of applause echoed the valley.
"Remember Legionnaires, you are not just doing this for the Emperor... you'[re doing this for Tamriel" he shouted, the cheers of an Army ending it as he left the podium. The Generals began shouting orders, sending them to their posts. The Fifth Legion would have a tough job; to train the new recruits into Legionnaires, although at least they were ex-Guards, so they would be ready before any major battle. The Battle of Bravil was beginning.
Imperial City, Cyrodill
He was on his the last letter in the musty chamber and was about to stand up to go to the bookbinder when the door burst open. Around 10 Imperial Legionaries and some mages came in. At first he thought that a purge of Altmer in the Empire was finally happening. His thoughts wandered around. It was better to die an honourable death, he decided. There was no real way of escaping. Then Telindar realized the congratulations he was recieving.
"-and upon the murder of The Honourable Chancellor of the Elder Council, Imperial Battlemage of the Emperor Ocato, Telindar of Chorrol, Arcane University professor and former mage of the Empire is to be appointed as the new Imperial Battlemage of the Emperor.
Telindar could not believe what he was hearing. Ocato had been murdered? It was almost impossible. He had known Ocato and was once or twice before the Oblivion Crisis tasked to help him in affairs. His death was almost unthinkable. While he was not the most powerful mage as Emperor Uriel Septim VII had learned the hard way of appointing the most skilled mages in positions of high power within the Empire from Jagar Tharn, Ocato would be someone hard to kill.
His appointment as Imperial Battlemage of the Emperor astonished him. He was now one of the older wizards in the Arcane University, though there were a few more Altmer and Dunmer older. Had this taken place during the reign of Uriel Septim he and a few others would definitely be marked as not to be selected because of the risk they could pose to the Emperor. The Empire was truly becoming desperate. He didn't blame them. Telindar had heard Naarifin was a master strategist that baffled the Imperial Generals and a certain Enelya was a child prodigy who easily took down hordes of Legionaries.
He faked a smile and shook hands, accepting the congratulations. Quickly, he rushed to his desk and spotted an apprentice.
"You, go bind this, make copies. Here," Telindar handed the apprentice some septims and the finished copy of On Theory of the Void Nights. "Sell it, I don't care. Just spread it around and perhaps I'll know if my work was successful or not." The apprentice, shocked, simply grabbed the coins and the manuscript running to the printer.
He took a deep breath and walked out of the Arcane University with the guards.
Fort Ocato, Cyrodill
The Emperor announced his appointment as Imperial Battlemage and the crowd clapped. Telindar could see some only clapped out of politeness. The recent Thalmor invasion made the atmosphere very anti-Altmer. He couldn't blame anyone, especially during a war when the enemy has penetrated so far as to rooting out every Blade in their land. It was natural to think most High Elves were spies. Telindar gave a curt nod at the applause and listened to the various promotions.
He did not hear them. For now he was thinking on how to counter the Empire's greatest threat. Just a day ago he had been handed a profile of the Thalmor force invading Cyrodill, primarily on Enelya, the most talented mage of the Thalmor. Reports said that she was dangerous to approach without magical wards and an arsenal of arrows and spells.
The speech ended with a moment of silence and some cheering words from the Emperor. Those words would not save them, Telindar thought to himself. Only their wits and courage would now.
Approaching the Marshall of the Blades and Crazy Al, Telindar spoke, "Sirs, if you have some time to spare please listen to me. I hav- I mean, based on the intelligence given to me I think that we should rather, change Imperial battle doctrine to effectively combat the Thalmor." he finished the last part of the phrase smoothly.
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by Terripin » Sun Jun 03, 2012 12:08 am
Wolfmanne wrote:Terripin wrote:Imperial City, Cyrodill
He was on his the last letter in the musty chamber and was about to stand up to go to the bookbinder when the door burst open. Around 10 Imperial Legionaries and some mages came in. At first he thought that a purge of Altmer in the Empire was finally happening. His thoughts wandered around. It was better to die an honourable death, he decided. There was no real way of escaping. Then Telindar realized the congratulations he was recieving.
"-and upon the murder of The Honourable Chancellor of the Elder Council, Imperial Battlemage of the Emperor Ocato, Telindar of Chorrol, Arcane University professor and former mage of the Empire is to be appointed as the new Imperial Battlemage of the Emperor.
Telindar could not believe what he was hearing. Ocato had been murdered? It was almost impossible. He had known Ocato and was once or twice before the Oblivion Crisis tasked to help him in affairs. His death was almost unthinkable. While he was not the most powerful mage as Emperor Uriel Septim VII had learned the hard way of appointing the most skilled mages in positions of high power within the Empire from Jagar Tharn, Ocato would be someone hard to kill.
His appointment as Imperial Battlemage of the Emperor astonished him. He was now one of the older wizards in the Arcane University, though there were a few more Altmer and Dunmer older. Had this taken place during the reign of Uriel Septim he and a few others would definitely be marked as not to be selected because of the risk they could pose to the Emperor. The Empire was truly becoming desperate. He didn't blame them. Telindar had heard Naarifin was a master strategist that baffled the Imperial Generals and a certain Enelya was a child prodigy who easily took down hordes of Legionaries.
He faked a smile and shook hands, accepting the congratulations. Quickly, he rushed to his desk and spotted an apprentice.
"You, go bind this, make copies. Here," Telindar handed the apprentice some septims and the finished copy of On Theory of the Void Nights. "Sell it, I don't care. Just spread it around and perhaps I'll know if my work was successful or not." The apprentice, shocked, simply grabbed the coins and the manuscript running to the printer.
He took a deep breath and walked out of the Arcane University with the guards.
Fort Ocato, Cyrodill
The Emperor announced his appointment as Imperial Battlemage and the crowd clapped. Telindar could see some only clapped out of politeness. The recent Thalmor invasion made the atmosphere very anti-Altmer. He couldn't blame anyone, especially during a war when the enemy has penetrated so far as to rooting out every Blade in their land. It was natural to think most High Elves were spies. Telindar gave a curt nod at the applause and listened to the various promotions.
He did not hear them. For now he was thinking on how to counter the Empire's greatest threat. Just a day ago he had been handed a profile of the Thalmor force invading Cyrodill, primarily on Enelya, the most talented mage of the Thalmor. Reports said that she was dangerous to approach without magical wards and an arsenal of arrows and spells.
The speech ended with a moment of silence and some cheering words from the Emperor. Those words would not save them, Telindar thought to himself. Only their wits and courage would now.
Approaching the Marshall of the Blades and Crazy Al, Telindar spoke, "Sirs, if you have some time to spare please listen to me. I hav- I mean, based on the intelligence given to me I think that we should rather, change Imperial battle doctrine to effectively combat the Thalmor." he finished the last part of the phrase smoothly.
"Go on then" the Marshall replied. "I'm all ears - and I hope the General is as well".
by Spetznaz Assault Teams » Sun Jun 03, 2012 7:37 am
by Zemkal » Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:56 am
by Aldares » Mon Jun 04, 2012 7:18 am
Spetznaz Assault Teams wrote:Benyamin Do'urden
The Dark Brotherhood
Bravil, Cryodiil
Benyamin extended his mind to the Ka'kari he carried with him. His material form seemed to shimmer and disappear. In reality, it was transported to another plane of existence. One of the more benign ones. His corporeal form meanwhile stayed in Cryodiil, and it could see, hear, taste, talk, and feel, just like a normal body. The only difference was that it couldn't be seen. So, he walked through the Dominion camp, toward the city, and his idiot friend. As Benyamin approached the walls, he gazed at them. High and no doubt solid, but old. The rock was still strong, but it was also very porous. Benyamin reached into his pockets and produced a brace of four specially pointed daggers. Two went into special sheaths on the bottom of his boots, leaving the broad tip poking two or so inches out. The other two he clasped in his hands. The Assassin grimaced and started to climb the wall. He slid the point of each dagger into each the crevices and nooks and crannies he could find, slowly climbing his way to the top. After almost an hour and a half of excruciating pain while climbing, Benyamin flipped himself up and over the ramparts. A nearby Imperial Guard stood, looking around warily. Benyamin slowly slid the two daggers out of the soles of his boots, and placed them all in their various hiding spots.
The Assassin took a ladder down from the ramparts to the ground, and looked around. A caslte, with six guards outside, dozens more on the ramparts, and a heavy drawbridge seemed like the most likely candidate. Benyamin silently slipped over behind the six guards. No need to alert them, or their companions. Still invisible, Benyamin placed the daggers back into his boots, looked up, stifled a groan, and clasped the two remaining daggers, one in each hand. Slowly but surely, weighing his options before moving, Benyamin moved up the wall. He distanced himself from the pain of holding himself against it, concentrating on his next move. Thirty minutes later he was over the top, and looking down on the courtyard. Approximately thirty guards were milling about, drilling, talking, gambling, eating, and drinking. A slight smile curled over Benyamin's lips. He descended the stairs silently, and made his way into the Keep. He looked around slowly. To his left was a passage to a winding staircase, one that went down. Benyamin grinned and followed it. He silently slipped past the two guards stationed outside it, and went down the winding staircase. He passed five more guards, one at a time, at various points on the winding stairwell. Finally it leveled out to a dungeon. A block of cells lined the left wall, but most of them had open doors. Only three had closed doors, and of those three, only one had two heavily armed guards stationed on either side of the door.
Benyamin made no sound, but internally he lamented that it was hardly fair to be invisible and as naturally stealthy as he was. He shrugged, and walked up to the two guards. He silently took two long thin daggers from inside his cloak. These were made to go in through the ear canal, and into the brain without leaving an easily visible mark. It wouldn't take a highly trained surgeon to find the death wound, but neither would it be clearly obvious. Anybody from more than a few feet away would think the two guards were simply standing guard. The Assassin slammed the two daggers into each man's ear, then twisted, killing them instantly. He propped them up on their spears, stood back and examined his work critically. From more than three or so feet they looked just like two studious, or stupid, guards standing watch. He grinned and took the key ring from the elder of the two.
Benyamin slid the key into the lock and slipped inside the cell, closing the door silently behind him. He glanced around. One female mer, one male laying on her lap, and Aladur. He grinned.
Adopting the same accent he had used when he had first met Aladur,
"I am thinking that you are wanting, needing, yes needing, an ancient, elderly, old, yes old friend to help you out of this one."
by Spetznaz Assault Teams » Mon Jun 04, 2012 7:38 am
by Aldares » Mon Jun 04, 2012 7:46 am
Spetznaz Assault Teams wrote:Benyamin Do'urden
The Dark Brotherhood
Bravil, Cryodiil
Benyamin snorted. "I owe you one? Please. Do you have any idea how painful it is to climb a solid wall with four daggers? You owe me. Big time. Now lets get you, and your new friends, out of here. I'm not exactly on the best of terms with your general, bit of a bitch her, but she seems to have put you out of business what with the besieging of cities and all."
He turned and started walking.
"Old smugglers tunnel is at the end of this block. Shouldn't have been found, it's not exactly in a conventional spot."
by Spetznaz Assault Teams » Mon Jun 04, 2012 8:04 am
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