The Good Doctor

Yeah, chapter 2 for the most part isn’t all wacky like 1 was, so if you’re gonna help, just move over whatever is next on the list. You can clean up the formatting if you want, but don’t have to. I can go back and edit the posts later, but I don’t think we can rearrange them.

Gotta help somehow with you doing all the technical stuff.

True to Caesar. I love it.

I “remastered” chapter 1 a bit as I brought it over. Corrected some spelling, fixed all the formatting, changed [censored] to actual words, and combined some of those posts that were scattered about where one person would post just a sentence then we’d have another post with just the reply. It’s mostly the same otherwise (I did cut one post of a character that never showed up again, which we’d retconned anyway), but I think it reads a lot better. Feels more connected, like how we do posts now. Not as much cutting away from two characters mid-conversation to see what someone else is doing in another area. Haven't done much work on chapter 2 formatting-wise, so far. Just been focused on bringing the posts over so we have them safe and sound. I’ll probably clean it up a bit too as copy-pasting everything tends to screw with the way some of it appears.

If there’s more to the game than killing animals, then I could see it. Like if they’re actually killing natives or something. But if the chain of reasoning is actually- Trophy hunting > British do that > Especially in the imperial age > they also oppressed natives in the imperial age > this game is racist and (obligatory) so is Donald Trump -then it’s still a massive reach, honestly. Though I doubt too many people give this article much thought, or that any outrage actually exists among the gaming community. Pretty sure they come up with the most absurd stuff they can just to generate clicks from folks like us who will share it with our friends for a laugh.

I wonder if anyone actually hears the term “trophy hunter” and immediately thinks “Trump sons”. I didn’t even know they hunted. I wonder if this person’s anger would extend to any of the non-European cultures that also trophy hunt. They seem to associate it with colonialism and oppressing natives for some reason.

That’s pretty darn cool.

I left a note for Centurion in our PM on the other site.

Samuel, Baldur and JodunMorningStrormcloak Pale Pass EncampmentSamuel and his companions walked the final stretch before the fort at Pale Pass, what he had been informed was the current residence for some of the tops in the Stormcloak army. Just another bend and down a very well-hidden passage, and they would be right outside the camp. Rorek had taken the lead, seeing as letting a Nord allear to be the leader, at least until they were inside, would be the most prudent move.Before long, they had descended into to camp itself and Rorek kept asking the apparently deaf Nord with a fullhelm about seeing the commander of the fort."Olaf," Samuel said loudly, in the direction of a few other troops who passed them. "When the Imperial Maws, you shall now his fruits and take him to the Garden." A man looked scarred for a moment, but then he told the one bothering Rorek to let them in.Jodun had passed by Boldir and Rebec whie they were conversing, and decided to head to the General as soon as possible. The camp itself wasn't much of a camp. There was only one tent for the war council, and a good deal of soldiers walking around everywhere. Because of that, it was easy to spot where Baldur was, so Jodun made his way to the General to discuss troop activity immediately. Before he could approach the General, whose back was showing to him while Baldur looked down at a table probably holding a map, Jodun noticed a group of men that stuck out like a sore thumb due to their attire.Ah, these must be the men I am to speak to about the information. It may be best for me to take them aside before the General sees. He may not take kindly to this deal.Jodun did not get too close to Baldur, so he was still able to walk around his tent without the General noticing him, or so he thought. As Jodun tried to hurry up and greet the men and pull them aside out of sight, he felt a hard heavy hand grab his shoulder from behind. Jodun instinctively made a grab for his swords when Baldur did this, resting his hands on his twin Ebony scimitar hilts on his back."Commander, I need to talk t-...what the hell are civilians doing in my camp?""General, they a-"Baldur walked ahead not hearing Jodun's words and went to address the strangers in his camp."Hey! Get over to Falkreath or anywhere that's not in my camp! Civilians are not allowed here!" said Baldur to the group."Baldur, I recommend that you calm down and listen, rather than talk. Now, you were showing me to your quarters and inviting the next highest ranking officer here? And Jodun is to join us, he is the one I originally had this arranged with," The authority in Samuel's voice appeared to be quite the shocker for most people around them."You've got some stones to stroll into my camp as if you own the place and tell me what to do. I'm the General of the Stormcloak forces here in Falkreath! Now get your ass out of my c-"Jodun cut Baldur off and whispered into his ear."Sir, this is a contact of mine. He may have information about the enemy. I took it upon myself to agree to a meeting with him. I think you should listen to what he has to say."Baldur did not like the situation. He felt that a civilian offering information sounded shady. Especially since Jodun decided o do this behind his back."Jodun, this better be worth my time. You, the one with the giant stones. What is your name?""My name is Samuel. You need not bother yourself with my family name, it never ends well," Samuel just smiled with an arrogant look, but one thing stood out above all the others about this man; he was either the best liar in Tamriel or he really meant what he said. "And to answer your rhetorical question from before; no I don't have giant 'stones'. What I have is an arrangement with contacts all over Skyrim and in the Empire that if any harm befalls me that can be tied to the Stormcloaks, the Empire will get a continuously updating report on all political and military activities in this land. You wouldn't be able to move more than three troops without them hearing about it. Now, you were about to follow mt rhetorical order about a place to talk privately?" Baldur took a step forward to Samual so that he was close enough to feel his breath. As he spoke, he kept his face devoid of any anger."Let's get something straight right...now. Before this goes any further, you should know I don't take kindly to threats. Especially from little dandy imperials like you. Now, if we're done "clearing the air", follow me. Your men stay here."Samuel didn't flinch in the least. "Your bravado doesn't impress me, and your ignorance of who you are talking to doesn't do you any favors. It wasn't a threat, it was business pleasantries. The same pleasantries I offered the General Marius when I spoke with him some time ago. But more on that conversation later. Rorek?" "Yes, sir, we will stay here and take in the sights. Been a long time since I've seen Pale Pass.""Good. Now, Baldur, please show me the way.""You're lucky you're a civilian, because otherwise I'd show you just how much I care for your "business pleasantries". Jodun! Show your...guest to the war tent. I'll be waiting."Baldur stormed off, bumping Jodun in his shoulder after he walked away, obviously irked. Even though he didn't show it in his face, his body language betrayed him."Well, that went better than I expected, personally. You ready to strike a deal Samuel?" asked Jodun."Then you have less accurate expectations of the man than I had. I knew he was hot blooded, and not one to take my talk, hence my reason to do it. I... enjoy testing limits, at times. He has some decent restraint, but his lack of knowledge of how the world works might just be his undoing."Samuel continued to smile. "I am ready to meet with the others for this 'deal', yes. And I have a feeling our hot blooded friend will approve of me a bit more after this." Baldur was patiently, albeit agitatedly waiting for Jodun and Samuel to arrive. He was already nervous, since he would very soon issue his first real military order as general, and Samuel's pompous attitude agitated him enough to get under his skin. Besides that, it also reminded him all too much of the Thalmor."Lets get this over with. What information do you have, and how much do you expect to get from me?""I get the feeling that you don't like me, General," the Imperial said, with what would appear to be an understanding tone like that of a mentor asking their apprentice the same implied question."I get the feeling that you're a smart ass whose wasting my time. You said you were here for business, so start talking business.""Yes, of course," like before the visitor had an arrogant expression. "I suppose my eccentrics have been sated for now. General Marius is about to acquire information about his camp and a secret entrance I used to get in without having to deal with your scouts. He should be here in the near future." Baldur couldn't possibly hold back the confusion and surprise in his voice."Say what now? The man I'm about to wage war with is coming here? Why?""Because I am going to tell him to come here. A comment that will require some explanation, based on your facial expression," Samuel drew breath and became more serious, more business-like."Some time ago I had a meeting with the General, after I had offered to sell some intriguing information about the General to your man, Jodun, through a third party.""Your General Marius have more in common with you than you would probably expect, him being a worshiper of Talos and having a burning hatred for the leaders who are ruining his beloved Empire being the most important, after his hatred of the Thalmor of course. With the upcoming deal, and my previous friendship- or so I would dare to call it- with the General, I thought I could make the situation more advantageous for us all."The Imperial leaned forward. "The General will abandon the Empire whenever I give him the order, and he will rally whatever Legionnaires he can to join you in your fight against the Empire. And don't worry, the location of yuor camp will not be shared with him until I know for certain he is not followed." Baldur whipped out his axe with alarming speed and slammed the axe on the map in between Samuel's hands that were supporting him as he leaned on the table."Baldur!"Jodun was caught by surprise at this sudden action, although it appeared to him that Samuel was not."You let this be some kind of trap, and I'll find you. And I'll do worse than kill you. Otherwise I may owe you a dept of gratitude. But I'll save the congratulations AFTER I see for myself that your dog is securely tied."Samuel instinctively leaned back, but not in any frightened or even surprised manner. It was clear he had expected it to happen, and Baldur's threats seemed to have the same effect as before; none."Now, what would I gain on this being a trap? All it would do is to needlessly antagonize the government of Skyrim, which is my primary reason for being here; building relations. You see, much of my influence was affected when the Stormcloak himself kicked out the Empire. Under normal circumstances I would have intervened to see if I couldn't assure an Imperial victory, but I knew that a Dragonborn walked the land. So I waited and saw what happened, and I was not disappointed. That is also why I go back on my offer to Jodun: I will not accept any payment for this. Take it as an action of goof faith. And to make it better, I will remain here until you decide that my gesture of good will is not a trap; as a prisoner or guest. Which makes no difference to me." Baldur's face lit up at that last sentence. "Oh really? Let's just see then, shall we? Jodun, have him tied up to that tree outside the tent. I want Mr. Moon Balls here right where I can see him. And then tell Boldir to get in here. We have a lot to talk about.""Y-yes General."Jodun reluctantly grabbed the rope that Baldur handed to him from out of a sack and gently put his hand on his shoulder."Sorry about this, Samuel.""You never fail to act as predicted, General. The ropes is a nice touch," Samuel got back his smile from before and talked with a confident laugh. "And don't bother looking for my companions, they have their orders to take care of and have already left the camp. Right after we went here, in fact. Oh, and I like the nickname you gave me. Can I use that? You know, have a little Nordic touch over me, now that I live with you. Samuel Moon-Balls. A good sound to that one." "Hahahaha! You know, for a pompous ass, you're not too bad. I'm glad that I don't disappoint. Now, sit tight while my Captain gets here.""Boldir, right? Yes, I can see why you want him. Though he is of diminished use to me, as I have already dealt with the General, of both armies." Baldur wiped a tear from his eye."Oh Talos, I'm still tickled from that Nordic name Moon-Balls comment, so you'll have to excuse me if I couldn't hear your know it all act. Now, I'll be in the tent, and you stay right there on that tree."With that, Baldur walked back into the tent, and pulled the flap shut, leaving Samuel and Jodun together alone."That was pretty funny. Looks like you found a way to get along with him. Strangely enough that may be sharing insults and quips," said Jodun."You know it, Baldur. Kind hard to move around when tied up. Trust me, I know. Had an incident with a clingy tavern wench," he yelled jokingly after the General, before he turned to Jodun. "Indeed. He's a good man, and suits the role of General well. I still have to teach him a thing or two about people like me, who work with information, but he'll learn. Besides, it was refreshing to have someone talk back to me. People tend to stop doing that, after a while. How did you find Alef, by the way? I do want a second opinion on her performance in the field.""Oh right, the Dunmer woman. She's professional and has patience. I questioned her more than once on the legitimacy of the deal, and she didn't get impatient with me at all. Perfectly understanding and reassuring. That's how I knew you weren't troll[censored]ting me. I've dealt with your kind before.""One of my rivals, to be exact. Feran is the name he goes under. He is in Falkreath right now, actually. Probably looking into the rumors about me being here. He has a thing in for me, after I pretty much absorbed his whole network into mine. An amateur, but he has his uses. And I am glad Alef behaved as she is expected to. Would hate for her not to live up to expectations."Samuel looked at Jodun for a little while, with his head leaned to his right. "You want to ask me how I know Marius will work for you, and why I didn't simply have him incapacitated." It was a statement, rather than a question.Jodun was taken aback at the mention of Feren from Samuel, and it was his turn to look confused."Actually, I was wondering how in the hell you could have known I had dealings with Feren, but that is another good question." "Information is my trade, Jodun," Samuel laughed again. "I know a lot more than you probably imagine, especially about my rivals. As for Marius; he was a friend of mine and I'd hate to see him needlessly thrown into prison to be tortured. And what better way o make relations with Skyrim than to offer not only something that will slow the Empire down, but also offer insight to the current state of the Legion?""Do you know what the Thalmor do to high ranking officials who are caught breaking the White-Gold Concordat, with the help of the overzealous princess Mortierre? Not a pretty sight. That is what Marius has in store if he betrays you, after he betrayed the Legion. Betraying you will cause him all the pain of not joining you and more." Jodun was deeply disturbed that even a General was not too far out of reach for the Thalmor in the Empire. As he watched Rebec and Boldir approach the tent, Jodus said to Samuel, "How in Oblivion did it ever come to this? Tiber Septim's once proud Empire being held in a stranglehold by the elves.""Well, my educated opinion is a collection of disasters, starting with Jagar Tharn and continuing into the 4th Era, combined with the lack of action on the Mede's part and a power hungry usurper taking the throne at the worst possible time," Samuel looked like he had some other words he wanted to let out, but he kept them in. "Safe to say, I don't think mere mortals are meant to rule Tamriel. That is left to those blessed by the Dragon." Jodun wanted to tell Samuel that it was a rhetorical question, but seeing as he stopped himself, he let it go."And we only have one of those. Yet, I don't see the current Empire bowing down to the Dragonborn's authority any time soon. In any case, I'll need to go with Admiral Red-Eye and the others. They'll likely have me untie you soon.""Most likely scenario is that I spend a day or so here. Fine with me, I'll just go to the pantry if I get hungry in the night. And good luck, you will need it."With a smile and nod, Samuel gesture, as best he could tied up, that Jodun should indeed leave.

Velan Quintus- Fort Pale Pass, MorningAhh… this feels like a great morning. I’m gonna go grab me something to eat, Velan thought, as he planned his schedule for the day.As he got some food, he noticed one of the men he met last night.“Hey! How’s your morning treating you?†Velan asked.“Pretty good. Gonna get some food for myself, then head off and talk to some of the guys. Wanna tag along?†the soldier replied.“Sure, why not, friend? Someone has to supply the laughter in this fort!†Velan exclaimed, letting out some of his contagious laughter.“That is true, my friend. Alright, once you finish eating, I want to hear another story of yours,†the soldier said, as he left Velan.A good story, huh? I’ve got a good story for them, thought Velan. They’ll laugh all day, knowing them.After he finished eating, he headed to meet the guys.“The fun has officially arrived,†Velan said, laughing.“It’s about time! What, did you eat an entire cow? No wonder you’re so damn big,†one of the soldiers answered, laughing as well. The guys liked to poke fun at the size of Velan, even though they were aware that it was mainly muscle.“If I had a cow, you better believe I would eat the whole thing! Now I heard someone wanted to hear a story from yours truly!†exclaimed Velan.“After last night, I think we all want to hear another story,†replied a different soldier, referencing the story about the two guys and the inn Velan told last night.“I’ll second that!†said another, with a laugh.“Alright, just remember, you guys asked for this!†Velan warned.“Yeah yeah, get on with it,†one of the soldiers said.“Alright, alright. Now, this was a couple years ago, when I was in the Imperial City,†said Velan, beginning one of his favorite stories. “I was in the marketplace, looking for some fresh food. When all of the sudden, I felt a hand on my coin purse. Now who would be brave enough to steal from a man such as myself! Now, I turned myself around, and there she stood. This potential thief was a girl, and a hot one at that. I told her to scram, and the rest of my day went without incident. That night, I went to the inn, and had myself quite a few drinks. I woke up the next morning with a beautiful lady in my bed, so I figured the night was a success. Upon a closer look though, I realized I knew this girl. It was the same beauty who had tried to take my gold yesterday! Imagine my surprise! And guess what, she had my coin purse in her jacket! Now that’s what I call a determined thief! So anyways, I ended up grabbing my coin purse, and leaving a note on the bed. I never heard from that girl again.â€â€œNo way! Hahahah, what’s with you and these random coincidences? Oh, by the way, what did the note say?†asked one of the men.“Oh, I almost forgot that part,†Velan replied. “It said, ‘You can steal from me anytime, Velan’â€.At that point, the entire room burst into laughter.“You’re a clever man Velan,†one of the soldiers said, laughing.You’ve done it again Velan, he thought, patting himself on the back.

Osgumund Kitaneth, Fort Pale Pass, afternoon He then made his way to General Marius’ quarters. ********** “I don’t care if you’ve come across any delays, we must finish all accommodations by this Loredas! The stupid princess needs her-“ General Marius was cut off by Osgumund, who had entered the room just in time to hear the general insult the princess. “What’s this about the princess being stupid?†He asked calmly. “I… Uh-“ Marius said awkwardly, while his face turned as red as a rose. The general, thankful for the change of subject, replied, “Ah yes, I heard that you were a mage like no other, and I requested that you assist them with their training. But is a member of the Thalmor really fit to train the Imperial battle mages?†“Ha ha, you damn Thalmor can't scare me, and you can't order my men around.†the general said, obviously unafraid of Osgumund. Osgumund glared at him for a few seconds, and left. "Watch your back, Thalmor." The general said as soon as he was out of earshot. He spit on the ground where Osgumund had been standing.

Gracchus Fort Pale Pass Morning Gracchus woke up early, unable to sleep while the thought of the Stormcloaks and the Princess' arrival weighed on his mind. He set off towards the edge of the camp, and a deep fog had set in over the whole area, as was usual for Falkreath, and the dirt was replaced by a layer of soft mud, probably from rain, which was also common. Once there, he asked the sentry, a young man appearing to be in his mid-twenties, with blond hair and no stubble, "Anything interesting happen last night?" "Uh..no sir, I mean," he saluted, and then continued," no sir, we did see some smoke rising from beyond the pass early this morning, sir," he finished, after he had regained his composure. "Thank you, that's all I needed. You may return to your duties," Gracchus commanded, and then left to the mess hall. The mess hall was the main dining area of the fort itself, a large chamber with several tables. He grabbed some venison stew, a mug of ale, and found a quiet table to take a seat at. The Stormcloaks are smarter than most of these fools give them credit for. If they are doing what I think they are, we'll be slowed down until our supply line can catch up with our advance. Those farms, if that's what they're burning, could have provided us food for at least a month, allowing us to advance even further. Damn, this is definitely an interesting development. With that, Gracchus dumped his bowl and mug off at the washers, and headed towards his quarters. He entered, and hastily searched for the appropriate map. It was a small one, just of the hold itself, with all farms and villages marked on it. He grabbed it, and ran to the top of the main tower. Sure enough, the columns of smoke matched up almost exactly with the farms on the maps. Those Stormcloaks are bright. I wonder if they used scouts to set the fires, or if their army is camped near the pass? We may need to send a scouting party to check on that, thought the old Legate. Gracchus took his time, and marked a large "X" through each farm that appeared to be set on fire, with an ink quill he had brought up. When he finished, every farm south of Falkreath had been marked. He ran back down the stairs, and set his map down back on his table. There he picked up his journal, and wrote under his last entry, Morning, Date unknown, Pale Pass Stormcloaks burning farms. Advance will be slowed. Need to send a scouting party to check on where they are. Will talk to Marius about this. With that, he closed his books, and began setting up preparations for the princess's arrival.

Lorgar Grim-Maw, Lorgar's tent, Night Lorgar tossed and turned under the sheets of his bed, sweat was running down his anguished filled face, he would occasional scream "Boldir" or Baldur"...a nightmare. Several months ago. The pale moon shone brightly down upon Lorgar, who was laying prone with a bow and a quiver of steel arrows. He was told by that miserable farmer, that a convoy of troop carrying supplies to Fort Neurand was traveling down this road at midnight. Lorgar merley watched from the shadows, and lay silently in the tall vegetation. There were four stormmcloak soldiers, one clad in nordic carved armor. He could hear there discussion. "Hey Corporal, are you still going to be getting off at the camp on the way?" "Yeah, but if you can wait an hour, I'll be back with some letters that I can take to Falkreath. A ride to Helgen would be a nice start." Lorgar silently muttered something under his breath, before jumping out of his position in the tall grass and firing two arrows simultaneously at the first two stormcloaks he saw. The two arrows landed in two of the soldier's necks, killing them both. He could hear the officer call out. "Everybody stay in the wagon" Lorgar fired another arrow, this time missing the officer, who swore. The voice that erupted from Lorgar throat, was deep, akin to that of a wolf more then a man. "BALDUR COME OUT AND FACE ME" As Lorgar said those words, he fired two more arrows, both hitting the last stormcloak soldier in the throat and stomach. "I SAID COME OUT YOU [censored] Lorgar noticed the officer could see him, he had a look of familiarity on his face. Lorgar's vision was starting to be painted with red. He noticed the stormcloak officer begin to charge him, the only thing that mattered to him was the nordic carved armor he was clad in. Lorgar snarled like a beast, before drawing his two daggers and counter charging, "THERE YOU ARE!!!!"

Boldir Iron-Brow Just outside Pale Pass Two days later, early morning Boldir and Erik walked through the lightly wooded area outside the Pass. It was still early, and many troops were still sleeping. Without tents, they mostly huddled under trees to escape the rain from the night before. It had passed by now, and was replaced by the light fog that was so typical in Falkreath. "You see that burning farm not far east of here?" Boldir sighed. "I saw it." "And? What do you make of it?" "It doesn't matter what I think Corporal. It was necessary. Sacrifices must be made in war." "I suppose so, but still, what will those people do now?" "They're staying in Falkreath. They'll be reimbursed when the war is over." "And that's that?" "That's that." Boldir and Erik walked in silence for several minutes before Boldir spotted someone a woman smoking a cigarette. She was sitting on a large fallen log. "Hey Erik, I've got someone I need to talk to. Do you mind?" "Not at all. I'll be back at that big tree." Erik walked back the way they came. Boldir struggled to step over several sleeping Redguards as he made his way to Rebec. "I'll be damned! No one told me you were back, Rebec. Mind if I take a seat?" Rebec exhales her draw of elf ear and canis root, smiling up at him. "There you are, Blofur. I was beginning to think they were hiding you from me. Big man now, important things to do, I get it." Boldir went ahead and sat down. "Heh, if only that were true. You know I've barely had a thing to do since we got here. I'd have sought you out sooner if I'd known you would be here. So what is it that brings you back to this fine corner of Skyrim anyway?" The admiral's smile fades a little. "I made a promise. You remember what I was carrying the last time. I told Baldur I would make amends. More than that, I wanted to be in this fight with you all. My ship is gone, so it happens I've got some free time." This was the first Boldir had heard of Rebec losing her ship. He knew how big a deal this must have been to her. "Shor's beard! Is your crew okay?" "Most made it out this time." All trace of mirth is gone from her voice. "They had battlemages. Imperials, not Thalmor. Hit us with fireballs, too many for the wards to handle. Some of the men were trapped in the hold, others caught fire and jumped into the water. We had to leave them behind or the whole crew would have been lost." Rebec waves the hand with the cigarette in it, trying to force the memory away. "I just don't understand all this. How many thousands of years did we fight alongside the imps and now they won't be satisfied until we kill every last one of them. You can bet your balls the whole blockade was a Thalmor idea. What could be better for them than to have Topal Bay empty while Nords and imperials sink each other's fleets?" "Don't get me started. That's one of the biggest differences between us and the Empire. We fight them because they make us. They stand between us and the real enemy." The volume of Boldir's voice started to rise. "The Imperials? The only thing they're doing is protecting them! They-“ Boldir cut his own rant short. She knew all of this already. "I'm sorry about your crew Rebec, truly." Rebec shrugs, trying to be hard about it all. She pauses, then gestures down toward the foothills. "We passed the farms burning on the way in. Civilians on the road headed toward Falkreath. The looks on their faces... Like they didn't know if we were friend or enemy." Now it was Boldir's turn to shrug. He knew that the Stormcloaks needed to do whatever they could to win. But this truly felt wrong to him. It was betrayal. This land and these people are the very reason we're fighting. Why fight for them if we're just going to burn it ourselves? At least this is what Boldir wanted to say. Of course he wouldn't. Baldur has to know best, or they were doomed. "War is war. If the enemy manages to break through, these farms could have sustained them for months... Baldur made the right call." Baldur had done it. Somehow that made the thing sadder. "If there's any justice, they'll never get that far. At any rate it's on their heads, not his." Rebec takes another draw on her cigarette, then brightens. "You know, a pretty lass in Whiterun asked me about you. Dark hair, had a little girl with her. Judging by the tone of her voice, you've been making friends." This took Boldir completely off guard. His eyes widened and entire mood shifted as he turned to Rebec. “Really? Well what did she say?!" Rebec lifts a brow at this reaction. "She just asked me if I knew you. I told her I did, she got all tongue-tied and said 'never mind,' then ran off. Did you part on bad terms?" Boldir realized he'd reacted rather quickly. He regained his composure. His face went back to his typical frown. "Aye, I suppose we did." Boldir sighed. He knew there was no point in pretending like he didn't care. Rebec would easily see through the lie. "I asked that woman to marry me... It didn’t work out. Said she couldn't. After that, I skipped town. Her name’s Carlotta.” Boldir couldn't believe the words coming from his own mouth. Not even Baldur, who he saw as a brother knew about this. Boldir hated talking about himself, so even mentioning Carlotta to another person, even a friend, felt very strange to him. It made him feel weak. "Gods, listen to me.” Rebec is stunned at the sudden floodgates opening, too. Even when he was drunk Boldir hadn't talked this much. "Boldi my friend, you're looking at the worst spouse in the world, so don't talk to me about pathetic. My husband's been gone for two years and I haven't even tried to look for him. This war, it makes people cautious or crazy. Give her some time. I'd say that was a woman who's in knots about you."The sailor smiles mischievously and reaches over to pinch Boldir's cheek, patting it in turn. "Women like the quiet ones. Most women. I seem to go for the loud drunks, myself." Boldir's frown turned up into a slight smkle. "Thank you, Rebec." He stood up, all serious again. "Now let's keep this conversation between ourselves, eh?" "Captain,” a Stormcloaks approached. “The General wants to see you and the Admiral in the war tent." "Alright soldier. You're dismissed." Boldir turned back to Rebec. "After you." Rebec snuffs out her cigarette and stands. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before accompanying the captain. It was time to talk about killing. There would be a lot of it. Kyne, goddess of warriors, don't let me have to see these friends die. Yet if the gods heard prayers, the sailor had learned by bitter experience, it was only as witness. They only looked to see how you did. For that reason it was good to have the fear, because the other side of it was a determination not to let the same friends down. Steeling herself on that thought, Rebec starts toward the tent. Boldir followed close behind.

Tribune Titus Al-Nazzir Pale Pass, Dawn (5:30 am) It wasn’t the most respected assignment, but he needed something to preoccupy his time (and coin purse) until Tribune Auxis arrived. The Tribune and his team were tasked with taking out the scattered bandits surrounding the camp. Now a group of bandits aren’t really a match for a standard legionnaire, let alone a sword master and his team of specialists. The pay wasn’t much but at least they were allowed to keep the “tipsâ€. Early in the morning they would prepare themselves for the ambush. They surround the prospective bandit camp (usually a cave with a few tents built outside the entryway). The daggers would use invisibility to sneak inside the tents and discretely slay the underlings of the bandit chief. A typical bandit chief is more protected and vigilant than his or her teammates. The Tribune is tasked with taking him out on his own, but a few of the daggers back him up (though it usually isn’t necessary). The most recent Bandit Chief he fought was an Orc. He was about 6’11†with a missing eye, a fairly long grey beard, and a permanent scowl on his face (even for an Orc). He wore a complete set of Orcish armor and wielded a steel great-sword. When The Tribune entered the cave the Bandit chief was waiting for him, “Never should’ve come here.†the chief said as he raised his sword to attack. The Tribune unsheathed his scimitar and instinctively countered the blow. The Orc staggered backwards, yet apparently found his second wind as he motioned to attack a second time. With every blow the Orc attempted, the Tribune reflexively countered. The Chief felt more tired with each blow while the Tribune was only getting started. “Getting too old for this, eh Orc?†the Tribune said mockingly to his opponent. The Orc growled in response to the quip. The Orc attempted to attack one last time, “Time to finish this,†the Tribune said to himself. During the course of the fight the Tribune noticed an imperfection in the Orc’s armor. When he raised his arms his green Orcish flesh was exposed. Quite a shame actually, the Bandit chief’s armor still provided more protection than the standard imperial heavy armor he was wearing. The Chief, tired and disoriented, would ordinarily be suspicious that the warrior he’s facing off against isn’t defending himself from this blow of his. He pulled back with all his might, almost like an acrobat nearly making a right angle with his body. As he pulled forward, he was stopped by a chill sent through his side. The Tribune was standing next to the Orc with his sword pushed through his body. The chief was too tired to react or even feel the pain; the stamina drain enchantment tends to work as an anesthetic. You can cut through someone and they don’t reel in pain, their too tired to do even that. The Orc slumped over, sliding off of the Tribune’s sword and died with a sigh. The Tribune looted his body. Pulling off the Orcish armor set and collecting the equipment the chief was carrying. A health potion, a bottle of skooma (contraband but he could sell it to the Khajit merchants who pass through the camp), a coin purse of 53 gold pieces, and an ebony dagger (which he immediately placed inside of his sheath with his scimitar). He thought about taking the steel great-sword as well, but it wasn’t really his style. The camp also had a chest, where the bandits store the things they gather in their raids. The Tribune already knew what was inside the chest but he decided to look despite his prediction. As expected, the chest was all but empty, the only thing inside was a single gold piece and a note. “Pleasure doing business with you, boss†During the ambush of the bandit camps, the Daggers would take the majority of whatever booty they find. It was the only way to pay off the debt he owes them. After taking their pay, they returned to the imperial camp without him. “I guess I’ll carry this stuff back on my own†Said the Tribune gathering the Orc chief’s equipment. When he arrived at the imperial camp, tired from heaving his freight, he first went to the local blacksmith to drop off the armor. “This stinks†said the blacksmith, “what did you do, pull this off of a dead Orc?†He said sarcastically. “Yeah,†said the Tribune in an aloof ‘matter of fact’ kind of way, “I need you to mend this, let me know when you’re done.†“Yes Tribuneâ€, replied the Blacksmith obediently. While he wasn’t always treated as such, he still had a few of the benefits of a senior officer. “I guess today could’ve been worse†he said as he activated a healing spell with respite to keep him from passing out. “Best pick up I’ve had all week.†He went to his Barracks to sleep for the rest of the day.

Eduard Laenius- Fort Pale Pass, Night Eduard was about to fall sleep, before he remembered his night wasn’t finished. I can’t believe I almost forgot, he thought. Hopefully I am not late. He got up and made his way to the agreed meeting place, making sure no one followed. As he arrived to the spot, it would seem the place was empty. At least to an untrained eye. I’m on time, good. “You can stop hiding now, Jon. It’s just me. The hawk who always gets his meal,” said Eduard. “Ahh Eduard. I almost thought you wouldn’t show up,” Jon replied, as he seemed to form from the shadows around him. “I always show up. Now, what news do you bring?†asked Eduard, as he handed Jon his pay. Better be good. “I’m afraid the news isn’t too great. A small group of bandits attacked Livia at her house. We were able to kill all except their leader. He told us he would be back,†Jon explained. He backed up a little as he gave the news, as he knew it wouldn’t go over well. Attacked? By a filthy, foul clan of bandits? I should be there. I should be there, hunting, stalking this shell of a man. Eduard was seething with anger in his mind. “What is being done to find this piece of filth? Do I need to come? I’ll come along. He won’t live long enough to regret this. I am going to roast this man, and eat him in front of his ignorant little clan,†Eduard exclaimed. He went on to list equally horrible things that he would do if he found the leader of the bandits. “No, none of that will be necessary. We have found someone who knows where this leader is, and have sent some men to dispatch him. We used some of the money from your old jobs to do so. We figured that would be okay, given the circumstances,†said Jon. “My own money isn’t important to me. You made a good decision Jon, and I won’t forget it. Send me the man’s right eye. I want to be sure this rat is dead. I trust you guys, but I just have to know on this one. Do not fail me,†replied Eduard, as he began to calm down. “If your attempt to kill him fails, I will kill the man myself. Oh before you go, in my anger, I forgot to ask about Livia. How is she doing?†“She is doing fine. She wants you to know she is okay, and wishes you well on your new assignments, whatever those may be. She heard about your last outburst when the thief attempted to rob her. She says to watch your anger. That we have been helpful. Her words, not mine,†Jon answered. “She always hated when I got like this. Don’t tell her about this one, alright? I would like her to think I’m listening to her advice,†Eduard said with a half-smile. He also gave Jon an extra bag of gold. “You did good. Don’t let my anger fool you. I am pleased you kept her alive. But that bandit dies. And he dies violently, you understand? Tell Livia I love her, and that my new assignment is going well. I am very tired, so I am going to bed now. I’ll see you soon Jon.†“Alright. I’ll be sure to let her know. See you soon. The next password is ‘The wolf who only eats fruit’,†said Jon, as he faded back into the shadows. Damn, of course something would happen to Livia. Can’t anything go smoothly for once? I can’t let this ruin my concentration. Did I say I would eat that man? What is the matter with me sometimes, Eduard thought, as he reflected on his words. He then made his way back to the Fort, eager to finally get some sleep.

Osgumund Kitaneth, Evergreen Grove, evening After a week of travel, the group happy to be able to rest for a few days, and in such a beautiful location. Evergreen Grove was a secluded pond, and was exactly where the group was to meet the Thalmor courier. He was not there, as the High Inquisitor had said he may be, but at least that meant they could rest a few more days. Osgumund replied, “sort it amongst yourselves; I am far too tired to care at the moment.†********** Then the head suddenly said in a ghastly tone: "He is coming." Directly after the words had been uttered, a blood-freezing shriek was heard from deep inside the forest. They eventually turned back to camp, with Valindil staying behind to bury the corpse with magic. ********** When it was near midnight, strange noises were heard from nearby. Strange noises, the likes of which no one there had ever heard, even the seasoned adventurer: Osgumund. The noises continued throughout the night,and after several hours, they couldn’t take it any longer. “The thought that someone would kill four members of the Thalmor is infuriating!†Osgumund added. “It’s settled then: no one is to leave camp or sleep until the courier arrives. I mean it.†********** It was an exhausting night, but early the next morning, the courier arrived with news of Osgumund’s orders from the High-Inquisitor. The letter read; "Lord Kitaneth and Lord Ramani, YOUR ORDERS: I have arranged a trip to Fort Pale Pass, where the 6th Legion is bivouacked. The pair of you are to travel to the fort with no delay, and are to help with the preparation for my visit. Osgumund: I want you to compile a report on the officers upon your arrival. I know that you will not have time to write a report of all of them, but at least this will give me something to go on when I arrive. I am set to arrive in a week, so be ready. Another thing I want you to do, Osgumund. You are to speak to General Marius about assisting in the training of the Imperial Battlemages. I want you to teach them as much as you can about Elven magic. Twenty Battlemages from Alinor are traveling with me, and I am putting them directly under your control. Valindil: You are to meet with the other Thalmor Justiciars and the Thalmor Archers to give them training. I want the Thalmor troops to be in perfect condition for the invasion of Skyrim, and I will tolerate no laziness from any of the troops, especially you, Valindil. You are sometimes known to disappear and reappear hours later; none of that will be happening. -My regards, Princess Mortierre, High Inquisitor of the Imperial Inquisition" “Well then, we had better be off at once!†Osgumund said, happy to be out of this dreadful place.

Jodun and Rebec Helgen Morning Jodun was up on the walls bright and early to watch the sun rise as he normally did, but sadly the weather of Falkreath hold did not permit it. He was still thinking about the Dunmer woman and when he'd get the information from her contacts. He was also thinking what the General would have to say about this, but since Jodun was paying for it from his side, he figured he did not need to tell him anything unless it bared fruit. He saw Rebec and her crew plus stormcloak soldiers approaching the Helgen doorway, and hopped down off the wall to greet them. "Hey, are you the Admiral? I hear you're the one responsible for our presence in this hold. If so, you'll have to forgive me if I seem irritated around you, as I'm not used to all this doom and gloom. Pleased to meet you all. I am Commander Jodus Hunding, at your service." Rebec dismounts from her horse and wipes the rain from her hands before extending one to shake Jodun's. "I am the admiral, so Ulfric tells me. Falkreath can't be helped, but I know you Hammerfell boys were just itching to kill Thalmor. Here you'll get your chance." Gesturing with her head towards Suri, she says, "This is my niece, she's one of yours. Try not to get her killed, please." "No promises in war, ma'am, but I'll do my best. You arrived just in time. We're awaiting orders from the General to leave to Pale Pass. Will you be joining us?" Rebec cranes her neck around, searching the faces going in and out of the restored keep. "Is General Red-Snow or the captain here? I should report in to them first." "No he is not here. He is either at the fort or near Pale Pass. He does not want us to leave until he sends word. So you will need to stay here for now. He should have sent a messenger by now, so we'll probably be leaving in a few hours, which is why the men are already packed and ready to leave." "Are things that hot? I was afraid they were. Gods damn these horker-brained imperials and their elven masters. We'll make them pay for every inch of Skyrim dirt they set their boots on." Rebec mutters a few other curses. "Alright then, give us a few minutes to gear up and we're at your service, Jodun Hunding. I'm pleased to fight with you. At least with a redguard you don't have to wonder if they're going to shoot at you or the Thalmor. With Nords you can't tell anymore, I'm ashamed to say." "Don't be so sure. We've had to deal with a few traitors ourselves. The Thalmor have their fingres in every pot. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be going to make sure our men are ready. It was a pleasure speaking with you." "Commander, wait." Rebec glances around to see that no one is near, especially Suri. Satisfied, she takes a small pouch from her purse and tosses it at the redguard. Inside is an assortment of gems, highly valuable. "I was to bribe you with this to keep Suri in the rearguard. Forget that. She won't listen anyway, and what's going on here is too important. Keep the gems, I figure you'll need them. And I'm very grateful that you and your men are here." "Wow, I never...expected such generosity amongst your people! Your men treat us well since we're helping them fight, but you did not need to give me this gift. Here.." Jodun took a ring off of his finger that had a snake design whose body formed the band, and the head formed the amulet on the front. "This ring belonged to my brother. It's an old Redguard dessert dweller design. He had a talent for alteration magic. Much more than myself, so when he became more advanced, he no longer needed it, so he gave it to me. It grants the one who wears it the ability to paralyze an opponent with a spell, but only once per day. It's not as valuable as the gems that you gave me, but it has sentimental value, as he is now dead. Thalmor." After Jodun's explanation, he tossed the ring to Rebec. "Use it wisely, and don't miss." Rebec catches the ring and looks at it, silent a few moments. She recognizes that it is worth far more in real terms than a few baubles, though she had just given away a small fortune. I'm a terrible trader, this is why I can never pay the bills, her mercenary sense screams. A shield brother you can trust is worth far more, the warrior in her argues back. Lifting her eyes again, Rebec says, "I'll take this now, but you'll get it back someday. After it's paid back to the Thalmor some of what is owed." Jodun smiles at the Admiral as he says, "Consider it a loan, then. I'll hold you to that promise." Rebec slides the ring onto her finger. "You're a true Nord, Commander. I don't say that even to most Nords." She grins and turns to walk into the keep, stopping to threaten the soldiers offloading her supplies that the cargo on her own wagon is to go to no one but Boldir Iron-Brow, on pain of excruciating death. Well, that definitely wasn't what I had expected. I guess I should go ba- "Commander! Commander! The General has reached Pale Pass, and is waiting for your arrival." A stormcloak soldier had finally been sent by Baldur. Jodun thought he'd send word when he was leaving, but he figured he'd want to have his men gain position first. Saves confusion and time when the men would be ordered to mobilize. "Okay, you're with us then. Move into formation with your fellow Stormcloaks. We'll leave immediately."

General Red-Snow Fort Neugrad Previous day before Rebec reached Helgen It did not take too long for Baldur and his five hundred Grim Ones to reach his old fort. Nostalgia waved over him as he saw the spot that Reval had fought with Do'jhul. Nostalgia quickly turned to sorrow, so Baldur forced the thought out of his mind. The place was as busy as it always was, except it had way more men than normal on the walls and guarding the perimeter outside. Well, Boldir runs a tight ship as always I see. As Baldur approached the gate, a Draugr Dunmer approached him and his army to greet him. "You, Dunmer. Where's your Captain?" "G-General Baldur! Captain Boldir's been running recon in Pale Pass on the invading forces. He should be back any minute now." "Dismissed. Okay men, make yourselves at home. I'll be in my old quarters until Boldir gets here." *** Erik whisled a tune as the three Grim Ones approached Fort Neugrad. Boldir had grown fond of the man. He was cheerful, and more importantly, he was skilled. That's why he'd become Boldir's go-to Nord for important missions over the past few months. He was due a promotion. This was only Boldir's second time taking Ralven on a mission. So far, he was proving reliable. He didn’t speak much, but as a man of few words himself, that suited Boldir just fine. After traveling a little further down the path, Boldir saw the large fort poking above the trees in the distance. It was an impressive sight fully repaired. "Home sweet home." As the trio approached, the gate guard recognized Boldir and allowed them through. "Captain." The man saluted. "Corporal." Boldir dismounted. "Erik, do me a favor and hitch this horse for me." "Want me to shine your boots while I'm at it?" "Keep up the jokes and I just might." Erik grinned and bowed his head. "Of course master. Whatever you say." Before Boldir went inside he took a look around. There were more soldiers here now than when he left. Specifically, there were more Necro Nords. Everywhere the Captain looked, he saw Carved Nordic armor. There must've been a hundred or so in the courtyard alone. Baldur wasn't kidding when he wrote that there'd be reinforcements. Good. We’ll need them. Boldir headed through the doors of the fort and up the stairs. It's gonna be nice to lay down in my own bed for a bit after sleeping in camps and on mountains for so long. He thought about this as he reached the doors to his quarters. Boldir opened the door only to find a familiar figure sitting up on his bed. A friend he regrettably hadn't been able to see in months. "Baldur!" "Boldir, long time no see! Hey, we don't have time to catch up, I'm afraid. We need to have the men organized and ready to head down to Pale Pass. The commander Jodun of Hammerfell will meet us there." "Great. I don't suppose you know where I just got back from do you?" "Yes, recon. Don't worry, we're not attacking just yet, we'll be waiting. There will be a war council before we head in. Anyway, what did you see?" Boldir moved into the room and dropped his two bags beside the bed. He walked to his desk and sat down at it. "I saw our favorite Legate, Lorgar, along with most of their leadership. General Marius was indeed the one in charge, if the drawings are accurate. Their forces number in the mid four thousands. That's before any Thalmor reinforcements, none of which showed up while I was there. In fact, I saw very few Thalmor at all in the camp. Just a few robed ones here and there." "Make no mistake, they're here. Maybe not in full force, but I'm guessing at least few hundred if not more, judging from information we have on the state of Cyrodiil. So the enemy outnumbers us by probably a thousand. That's fine, I can work with that. Good work on the recon. Oh, by the way, our Legate is actually a Praefect now. Demoted." "Demoted eh? I assume it has something to do with him going troll-shit and disappearing for months? That would explain why he slept in a tent while the other leaders stayed in the fort." "Yea, I actually feel a bit sorry for him. Killing your enemy is one thing, but having all his brothers killed, and then having him go to the people he lives to protect call him a coward and strip him of his rank? I never intended for that. But, he killed to many of our kinsmen. I won't hesitate if we meet again." "Aye, he’ll have a rough time of it. After what we’ve seen of him, I’d say a person like that isn't fit to be in charge of men anyway. " "Agreed. And speaking of leading men." Baldur was thinking of battle strategy his whole way here from Solitude, so he was anctious to finally unload what he was thinking, which consequentially made him speak in a fast pace as he described his strategy. "We need to have the men ready to march and set up camp. We don't need tents besides the one for a war room of sorts. We'll just sleep under the stars. I'll take care of the men since you just got back and you must be tired, but I'll give you a breakdown of what I'm thinking. We'll have the stormcloak men all carrying bows and arrows as well as their swords and shields. I know the area well from when me and dad went to and from Bruma. It's covered by rocky hills and forest. Perfect place for ambushes. They will by no means openly engage the enemy. The Hammerfell men will ambush, kill for a minute, run and hide, then the Stormcloaks while they're distracted will shoot arrows from the hills all the way down the entire path. Their goal isn't to stop them from advancing, but to make the advance as bloody and costly as possible. You'll supervise the ambushes. My Grim Ones will be waiting for your return, and there we will be waiting with our shield wall, and we'll pepper them with more arrows while the shield wall holds them back. "And just so you know, I've ordered the Hammerfell Commander to send some stormcloak soldiers to go near the Pale Pass and destroy nearby agriculture. You may see a lot of burned forest fires and houses there. Just a heads up. We'll see civilians walking around heading up to Falkreath as well. I know it's harsh, but we can't have the enemy living off our land, and hunger along with the cold will give us an advantage." Boldir grimaced. Killing in battle never phased him, even torturing the enemy wasn't too bad, because at the end of the say, they were the enemy. By coming here they invited whatever he did to them. But destroying the homes of the people they were supposed to protect rubbed him the wrong way. He knew it was necessary, and so he kept his mouth shut, but he didn't like it. "What time will you need me up?" "You'll hear my battle horn. That will signify it's time to leave. I'll have the men mobilized in two hours." Baldur walked out the door that used to be his own, but re-opened it and poked his head in to talk to Boldir. "Oh, by the way. I know you well enough by now to know burning homes and farms doesn't sit well with you. It doesn't with me either. But this war holds more than the fate of our lands. Heard of those purges in Valenwood? With the Dominion at the Empire's heels, this war is about the fate of our race as well as our home. More sacrifices will be made." Baldur looked towards the ground as he said this, not wanting to see the reaction in his eyes. Instead of waiting for his reply, Baldur closed the door behind him and went about his task.

Alef, Falkreath forest, 2am Alef stood in the middle of the forest, having just rendezvoused with her men, in the shadow of a large stone. Samuel should arrive any minute now, or so she thought. It might not have been the right time yet, but she just had to wait. Samuel could be running late, right? A few times she thought she heard someone walking by them, but it turned out to only be animals that scurried away as soon as it detected them. Foxes, probably. They were common here in Falkreath. After an hour or so, four silhouettes appeared in front of them. By the looks of it, they fit the appearance of the people they had met in the tavern. Before long this was confirmed when Bill lit up a hovering light. "Alef, good to see you are on time," Samuel remarked with a smile that didn't appear entirely genuine. Probably just her nerves, he had no reason to be displeased with her. "Did it go as planned?" "Not entirely," she replied with a confidence that must have seemed strange to him. ˜Not entirely" wouldn't impress him, as so many former employees could attest. He simply raised an eyebrow to signal that he wanted an explanation. “You see, I ended up talking to the leader of the Hammerfell division, a man named-“ “Jodun Hunding,” Samuel completed her line for her, with a stern tone. "I know of him, and it appears that's not entirely an inaccurate description of what you did. You followed my instructions to the letter, as I expected you to. It appears I will have to arrange a meeting with General Marius as soon as possible then." "Rorek," he turned to the Nord at his side. "Yes, sir, I will make sure the General is informed of your presence in Skyrim and that he is to set up a meeting with you, per the usual routes," almost automatically Rorek gave himself the orders for his future actions, before he turned around and went back in the direction they came from; in the direction of Falkreath city. "But, sir," Alef protested. "I didn't tell you how it went with Jodun Hunding." "You didn't need to," his reply was delivered with a small, almost unnoticeable laughter. "All I needed to know was that you talked to mister Hunding." As she had left the Hammerfell warriors' camp, so did Samuel and his two remaining companions. And before long, the light Bill had summoned went out, leaving Alef and her men alone in the dark.

Rebec and Suri Bannered Mare, Whiterun "Drink up. We're leaving at first light if not before. I've wasted enough time as it is." Rebec was going light on the mead herself, indication that she was serious about making fast time to Falkreath. "You're very concerned about these men at the fort, auntie. I thought you didn't like soldiers." "They're not the usual snowback bootlickers. Just do as I say. When we get down there, you'll have to go to the Hammerfell officers I suppose, but keep close to me if you can. If something happened to you, I could never face your father again." Suri stood, leaving her mead unfinished. A foul drink. "So you've told me twenty times, auntie. I heard you the first time you said it." "You've got a smart mouth on you, girl, you know that? That's how I know you're my blood." The redguard girl smirked and turned to head to her room. A short time later Rebec stood as well, but was stopped by a dark-haired woman, an imperial by her look. "Excuse me. I heard you're among the soldiers going to Fort Neugrad. Do you know the captain there, a man by the name of Boldir Iron-Brow?" "What, junior? He and I are best mates," Rebec answered expansively. "Which is to say, we killed a lot of imperials and got drunk together once. Why, does he owe you money? In that case I've never heard of him." The woman blinked. "No, nothing like that. I, uh... Never mind. I'm sorry to bother you." *** The party set out at daybreak the next morning. In addition to some Stormcloak infantry reinforcements, Rebec had brought some of the best fighters from her crew, and Suri was accompanied by a few Crown elite warriors her grandparents sent as guards. The wagons carried a few supplies, including some of Rebec's personal store of booty taken from imperial ships. They encountered Stormcloak sentries on the borders of Falkreath hold, who informed Rebec that the command center and Hammerfell troops were at Helgen. It was raining as they pulled up to the town once destroyed by Alduin the World Eater. Rebec squinted up at the sky. "You'd think I was at sea again," she complained. "This hold must be the pisspot of the gods, I swear it."

Eduard, Pale Pass Camp, NightThe specialist, was actually quite interested in meeting his new partner so he asked a passing by soldier if he knew where Lorgar was staying. The soldier gave him the location of Lorgar's tent. After he learned of Lorgar's location, Eduard wasted no time getting there.So I'll be meeting the famous, maybe even infamous, "Darkened Archer". Wonder how that's gonna go, he thought as he neared the tent.The specialist couldn't hear anything unusual coming from the tent, but noticed that the tent was illuminated, probably by a candle. Meaning Lorgar was most likely still awake.Well, I guess there isn't any point in waiting around here, Eduard reasoned. Here goes nothing. Eduard entered the tent.What awaited Eduard...was unexpected. He saw a man who appeared to be in his late thirties sitting on a chair. He had a cleanly shaven Dark Brown beard and dark brown hair. The right half of his face was scarred, and he wore a black eye-patch. Normal for a hardened Veteran? Yes. But the thing he had in his hands was not....It was a book, the books cover had a strange aldmeri art style (Looks like Anime and manga in our real world), with two girls who looked like they where still in school, holding hands while staring into each others eyes. The title of the novel was labelled "Lilly Love". The mans face was the real kicker, as he noticed someone was watching him, his left eye was wide open, along with mouth. He managed to mutter out,"Ughhhhh...."Is this Lorgar? If so, what am I interrupting? Guess I better find out, thought Eduard."Sorry to intrude on whatever you might be doing, but are you Lorgar?" Eduard asked.The man quickly hid whatever he was reading behind him, before saying in a cold voice,"Yes I am, Praefect Lorgar Grimaw V Cohort. And you?"What in the world did he put behind his back? I'll keep that in mind, thought Eduard as he made a mental note of what he saw. At least I know I am in the right place."Well met Lorgar. I am Praefect Eduard Laenius VI Cohort," replied Eduard. "Do you know why I am here?"Lorgar slightly relaxed, though he still spoke in his cold voice. And he still hid the thing he was previously reading."Hmmm no I don't, did General Marius send you?""Right you are. I had you figured to be a smart man," replied Eduard, who flashed a quick half smile."Anyways, General Marius sent me because it seems we are going to be working together in the near future. So, I figured I'd find you and see who my partner is going to be. Can't be running missions with a stranger now, can I?""Ah, well good to meet you then, though I work alone alot, Haven't had a partner before. Have you by any chance heard of me before?" Lorgar asked."I am used to working solo myself, that's why I felt the need to get introduced as soon as I could," replied Eduard. "As for hearing about you, I have heard some stories. They call you "The Darkened Archer" if I'm not mistaken. Why, is there anything important I need to know, before I go?"Lorgar smiled, revealing his fang-like teeth."Hah so you know that little "nickname". And no, there's nothing you should know about me. I'm just a soldier that does his job.""Yes, I heard it from a couple people. It's good to know we are on the same page. I am also one who just wants to get his job done," said Eduard. "Anyways, I think I am going to to head off and get some rest. One last question though. When I came in, you were reading something. Would you care to share what you reading?"Lorgar, the normally stoic and cold soldier, suddenly blushed bright red, while averting his eyes away from his new partner, before saying in a awkward voice ."Ummm...it's about girls falling in love with each other..."What in the world? An Imperial soldier, a famous one no less, reading about girls falling in love? Can't say I'll ever understand that, thought Eduard."Well, I won't keep you from your reading any longer. Have a good night, Lorgar," said Eduard, as he begins to leave the tent.Lorgar, muttered something under his breath before suddenly blurting out." WAIT Ummm...Eduard...can you...please keep this your self?...it's very private and embarrassing...."I see, he doesn't like others to know, thought Eduard. At least if I keep this secret, it'll help him trust me."Oh yeah, sure no problem. It's between you and me. You have my word," replied Eduard, as he made his way out of the tent.Lorgar nodded his hand, obviously relived."Good night Eduard..."Eduard then made his way to an open bed, and went to sleep.

That looks a lot more like classic Mora anyhow.

Legate Gracchus Ceno, General Marius Imperius, Fort Pale Pass, EveningThe command center was situated in the main keep of the old Akavari fort, which they had painstakingly repaired to keep it from falling on their heads while the slept.He entered the door just as soon as he has fed and watered his steed, and made his way to General Marius' command center."Legate Gracchus Ceno, reporting sir," he said as he saluted his commanding officer.Marius without even glancing up saluted."How was the operation legate?"Acknowledging Marius' salute, Gracchus relaxed and replied, "It went well. We lost two good battlemages, and several of those [censored] sailors, but the Harpy was destroyed, so it was overall successful."Marius nodded his head. He picked up a scroll of parchment and started to write something down on it."Good, good. Sadly Lorgar brought back bad news from his trip to Solitude. Even worse read this letter I was given by a courier from Cyrodili three day's ago. " He offered a note to the legate, which read,General Marius Imperius,You are ordered to prepare for an inspection by Princess Dlaes Moirtre, High Inquisitor of the imperial Inquisition. You are not to inform the troops, since the visit will be a surprise.Gracchus grabbed the parchment, and read its contents.Anything that comes from this visit will most definitely be bad he thought."What could they possibly gain from constantly hounding us with these Thalmor dogs, and the Princess is coming to make matters even worse. We should be concentrating on the attack, not pleasing the Thalmor," he spit out, not even trying to hide his anger."Your right...Damm it..."Marius covered his face with his hand, while saying."You do know how expensive the trip is going to cost? We'll have to put out every luxury we can afford; she is a princess after all. I want you to write a full budget report, and I’m going to put you in-charge of all the matters involving the princess's stay.""Well [censored], just when I thought it couldn't get any worse. You know she is going to want the best quarters right, which you happen to be staying in. And her dogs are probably going to get mine and the other Legate's as well. I'll send some men to Bruma tonight to get some fine foods and such," said Gracchus.With that he called to a guard, and told him "Send out five of the men and a wagon to Bruma, getting these supplies." Gracchus handed him a small note containing a list of fine foods, drinks, and linens."And make sure to send one of my battlemages with them, preferably Arius or Pilus, I trust them the most," he told the guard, who then saluted and left to hand out the orders.With that, Gracchus again saluted, and headed for his quarters.

The Captain walked away laughing, feeling proud of herself. When everyone was away, one of the cloaked daggers, a wood elf, stood in front of him. He was nearly a head shorter than the Tribune but he stood in front of him stabbing him with his eyes. There was only silence between them until the wood elf finally said, "you got three more weeks with us, if you don't give us our next payment once the time comes around you're on your own."