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The Battle in Fellglow Keep was bloody and far more difficult than expected. With enemy troops drawn in many different directions and the base still being new from it's occupation mere days prior, commanders back in Solitude had only sent 50 men to take a base that could house nearly twice that. With loses in the high thirties, the attack was considered a major failure in the circumstances, despite the fact that the imperials were victorious. Yet even this wouldn't have been certain for if it weren't for members of the Imperitore Manum.
This elite branch of the Imperial Legion as highly autonomous, with the best soldiers from around Tamriel filling it's ranks. It's soldiers pride themselves on skill rather than experience, for the young and fit serve The Emperor so when they grow old, they can truly serve the Empire. Being made up of many different races with many backgrounds ranging from Thalmore runaways, to Mages even to simple minded mercenaries, but they are all united for their sheer loyalty to the Emperor. This unity is what makes The Manum like a well forged sword, in perfect unison, constantly moving in it's welder's hand, bringing death to the enemies of it's master.
The commander of the Skyrim Imperitores was the young and aspiring Bosmer, Sarrina of Valenwood. Her long brown hair lightly swayed in the wind as she walked to a higher platform to meet her fellow elites. The clasp of boots on rock was loud even against the strong night winds of Whiterun's North. Her bow was probably the cleanest article she bore. Her uniform was bloodstained and her dagger bore fragments of a Stormcloak's heart along it's hilt. She was one of the few infiltrators who snuck into the base and managed to ambush the Barracks while the insurgents slept on their own filth. Her Daggers met the throats of several Stormcloaks in mere minutes, and as soon as the base was alerted, and the main force advanced, her arrows met their marks on many unsuspecting Rebels.
She stood with the moon beside her, illuminating the right side of her face, the other Imperitors stood before her as the regular troops scanned the treeline for any late reinforcements. Her voice broke the growing silence and managed to attract the attention of a few nearby birds, a song voice common to Bosmer. Yet a light rasp showed that she was focused and years of warfare had stomped out her natural playful and careless nature. "Men and women of the Manum, I stand before you today to inform you of our victory. It is thanks to our superior skill and training that these miserable excuses of soldiers still stand today. If it were not for you, these men standing here would've been mercilessly slaughtered due reckless mistakes on the part of Solitude. Thanks to you, a force far larger than our own has been put down, with their higher ranked officers paralyzed and taken prisoner. Thanks to you Stormcloak influence in Whtierun Hold has decreased to a point of near-nonexistence. Thanks to you, The Imperial Legion has taken Fellglow Keep and is on the verge on convincing Jarl Balgruuf The Greater to side with the High Queen Elisif. You have served The Emperor well. You deserve a rest. Regular shifts will be in place, you will find some Black Briar mead in the barracks, don't celebrate too much. In the morning we are to receive new orders directly from The Imperial City. Dismissed".
And with that, Sarrina stiffly saluted the Imperitores and turned to inspect the defensive position of the base. It would almost certainly be flawed due to the fact that the main commanders of the assault were killed, leaving her as commander of the base by default. Much to the displeasure of the regular troops. Being one of the most strict and stubborn commanders in Skyrim, she was most certainly did not fit a soldier's vision of an ideal commander. The first impression of her was simply a young attractive Wood Elf Archer. Perfectly fitting many Nordic stereotypes, but within minutes of meeting her, opinions are changed like the tides of the rivers that flow through the heart of Skyrim.
The moment the moons light left her face, troops around the base exhaled, much like a collective sigh, they knew that they were in for a lecture about how they barely compared to a single Imperitore. For they were the best, and the Stormcloaks would soon learn this.