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View File PROTEUS DD&Toy Patch Add the functionality to record equipped devices in the "Save Character" option. In the "Switch Character" option, include features to check devices, record them, unequip, and reequip. When switching characters using PROTEUS, check if there are equipped devices. If the character is wearing a quest device, abort the character switch. For regular devices, save the equipped devices to individual JSON files (separate from PROTEUS items). Then, unequip all devices from the character and switch characters. Check if the switched character has a record of previously worn devices, and if so, reequip them. Important notes: There won't be a check for whether the worn toys are mission items (I still don't know how to check for quest toys...) If the switched character or the target character has worn toys (you may encounter messages about missing toy assets when switching), you must enter the MCM for toys to reset the character. Requires: PROTEUS 3.3.1 Devious Devices 5.2 (option) Toys and Love 2.62 Submitter EccentricWizard Submitted 01/11/2024 Category Regular Mods Requires PROTEUS 3.3.1, Devious Devices 5.2, (option) Toys and Love 2.62 Regular Edition Compatible No  

Hey, it's Destana. We're currently invading Valenwood. Of the main cities, we hold Arenthia [Cyrodiil got it] and Woodhearth [Skyrim got it]. I keep calling it Arentina, which is unfortunate. The morning after our planning meeting, Jura and Galachad (Sir Galahad Maynard) led a small strike force to the front gates of Falinesti while Runa, Roheisa and I snuck in the side. It was surrounded by a creek on at least one side, which didn't provide a lot of protection against me and the girls sneaking in. We walked through some farmland, climbed down a cliff and up another to get to the outskirts. There were no walls to speak of. "I tasked Damien in finding out how to breach this city without setting off the general alarm, but... there's not really anything to breach," I said to them. I casted an invisibility spell on both. Runa looked like she shrugged (it was hard to tell), and Roheisa said, "Wow! I'm see through! That's amazing!" About this time, Jura was hiding behind a tree. "Hold here, I'm going to draw them out," he said. He peaked his head out and fired an arrow, center mass on one of the guards and they rushed forward, seeing their force hiding in the shade of the tree. To be fair, it was a very large tree. The Stormcloaks rushed forward with a handful of knights while the Imperials peppered the Thalmor bridge guards with arrows. Jura rushed back with his seldomly-used Dragonslayer Greataxe and took care of the Bosmer archers in the meantime. The men rallied again, looking off into the distance, and found some sort of giant Dwemer construct standing at the entrance to the city, menacing their approach. Jura put his greataxe on his shoulder, menacing right back. "I'm getting out of here!" One of the Imperial auxiliaries yelled. "Leaving?" Jura walked forward, Galahad following at the head of the force. "The battle's just started! Follow me!" Jura yelled. "That man..." one of the soldiers said, "Running headlong toward that terror. I feel like we might make it out of this okay." Galahad put his hand on the Emperor's shoulder, "You are an inspiration to these soldiers. Perhaps the Empire could've stayed together if it had a man like you." Jura smiled, "I have no intention of reforming it. Destana's right. Every nation should have self-determination. Except maybe the High Elves. We've seen what they've done with it." As I led my small group into battle, a cadre of Thalmor mages were whipping up huge tornados to stifle our progress. Or maybe as a scare tactic. At this point, all the soldiers were concentrated around the HUGE Dwemer construct, only Jura and Galahad peeling off to deal with the Thalmor mages that'd started harrowing them with spells. "To hell with the plan," Runa said, and rushed in to help deal with the mages. "You do your thing, I'll see what I can find ahead!" I shouted back. What ensued was a long battle in which a lot of the men died. Jura and Galahad stayed together and took point against the strongest mages. I rushed ahead and found myself flanked my several powerful mages, to which I slunk off a side road and into a field. Of course, they followed. At this point I was starting to feel like we underprepared for this battle. But I also wondered what they were protecting so vehemently. Runa rushed forward more out of bloodlust than my own strategy of scouting ahead and taking out big targets, Roheisa being pulled along for the ride. "You should slow down, your highness!" Roheisa yelled in her soft, nonthreatening voice. "Who wants to live forever?!" Runa smiled while she cleaved forward. Roheisa seemed like she felt an obligation to keep the Princess of Cyrodiil safe, because she stayed with Runa, using equal parts conjuration and her scythe to keep foes off the reckless blond. I ended up kiting those mages through the fields, using stealth, dodging, shouts and trickery to take them down. When I finally rejoined the battle, Jura, Runa, Roheisa and Galahad had all pressed forward and were fighting a roaming Thalmor patrol and losing badly. As I rolled up, I apologized, readying Elemental Blast and Grand Healing. "Sorry guys, I'll heal you!" I blasted the large group in melee with a double-handed EB, knocking Runa and Galahad off their feet. Jura backed up and took a couple by himself. The Thalmor were singed, but angry, and turned their attention to me. They each summoned a familiar and charged at me with greatweapons (strange for elves) but I threw down a "TIID!" and threw down several elemental blasts at my feet, forming a cone on front of me that progressively melted their faces off. Down to the last one, he beat back Jura, and I threw a heal on the group. I readied my bow, but Runa got to her feet again and slashed him through the chest with Eternal Abyss. She let out a deep breath, "I can't say I like your tactics. But we won, I guess." I smiled apologetically, healing her again. "My, how sweet of you, mom," she said sarcastically. "Everybody okay?" Jura asked, "We may have been out of our depth, but we're going to see what they're guarding." "Yeah! There were a hell of a lot of elite casters here. Nearly killed our entire strike force," I said, "Maybe I can resurrect them when we finish." "I will assist you, when the time comes," Galahad offered. "Oh, you can resurrect people too?" I asked, probing for information. "Of course I can because I'm a..." he took a long pause, perhaps to think of an explanation, "A skilled knight." We rushed up to the main doors of what looked like a wood elven-palace, carved into a living tree. "Right guys, we don't know what's ahead of us," I said, putting my hand on the door, "Could be a trap be on your guard." I edged it open and slipped inside, taking point like a good burglar-type (thief, rogue, etc). I made my way through an empty corridor carefully, creeping through another door. Inside were a group of Thalmor, gathered around another high elf dressed in a beautiful green dress, scuffling with townspeople. "You will tell us what you know, or die!" One of them shouted. Then I shouted, "FUS!" Staggering the lot of them. "What was that?!" One of the thalmor shouted. "Fools! The invaders are at our doorstep!" The she-elf in green shouted. My companions kicked in the door about this time. Roheisa hung back and summoned a familiar, then fired fire spells at range, while Jura and Galahad took on the main group of Thalmor. Runa charged at the woman. "You think you can intimidate me?" She yelled. "FUS!" She blasted her to her backfoot, brandishing Eternal Abyss. The woman used some kind of red-tinted spell that blanketed the area in a miasma as Runa took her first swing. I was having none of this and added a "FUS!" of my own, moving in to flank the woman and her bodyguard. I blasted the wall behind them with an explosive arrow I'd gotten from Alik'r, killing the bodyguard. Runa slashed the woman across the chest and I stabbed her in the side. "Please! I submit! Don't kill me!" She shouted. Runa growled, making a motion to put her weapon away. Then she slashed the woman again. "She surrendered!" Roheisa shouted. I put my hand on Runa's shoulder, "Give me one second." After a second, she backed off weapon still in hand. "Who are you?" "I am the Altmer queen. You will release me at once," she said calmly. I could feel she held some kind of considerable power as a mage. Instead of saying anything or arguing, I stepped forward and stabbed her in the chest. She fell, limp, to the ground. "But..." Roheisa said again. "Yeah, did you just want the kill for yourself?" Runa asked, puzzled. "No, she was doing something magical." "She might've been good as a prisoner, or for interrogation," Jura said. "My thoughts as well. But she's too dangerous. We can restrain her and resurrect her," I said, "I'm sure somebody knows how to bind magic. They did it to me when that bastard Orthar imprisoned me." "That may not be an option, your majesty. Only those who consent can be resurrected," Galahad explained. "Huh," I said, turning to him, "Walk with me, Galahad. We can resurrect our dead men. I'm certain they'd like another go at this life. And they get to share in the spoils of the victory." "Of course," he said, leading the way out. First, I said to Jura, "The Altmer queen was here. Does that mean we win?" "Not exactly. We still have several cities to take. And the high elf king is going to be pretty pissed," Jura replied. "Still, a resounding blow," I said. Runa stepped up to me as I was walking out and whispered, "I feel like he's not telling us something. You should watch these two knights. I don't trust them." "Even super sweet Roheisa?" I joked. "Especially not super sweet Roheisa. Nobody's that pleasant," Runa replied. "I dunno. You used to be pretty pleasant. Until the brotherhood grabbed you," I chuckled. "Please. Gag me," Runa smirked. "I don't trust them either, but they were helpful in the fight. Unlike fucking Lord Malakai," I said as I joined Galahad. We spent about half an hour walking the battlefield and finding mostly intact corpses and returning them to life. The response was mostly positive. Only a few decided to stay, I assume in Sovngarde. As we were walking, I said, "How do you know so much about this anyway? According to everything I've read, the knowledge of how to resurrect people has been lost for quite a while. Not in common usage these days." "It is true. I have studied quite a few ancient texts to get to this point. How do you know this magic? And flight as well. Please excuse my rudeness, but you don't really seem the type," Galahad replied. "Yeah, well, I'm a complex of mysteries. Having skill with magic and then a half daedra son with a ton of natural skill in magic to teach me what he discovers doesn't hurt..." I paused, noting a reaction when I said Damien was half daedra. It wasn't disgusted, though it was on the edge of disgust. It was more intrigue, disbelief perhaps? I walked with him a little while longer as we finished the resurrections, then said, "Well, I'm pretty drained. I think I'm going to raid the manor's pantry. Care to join?" He looked at me like he wasn't sure what to think, but then, I assume out of politeness, he nodded, "After you." We proceeded back through the throne room and into the next chamber which had plates of food prepared. For who, I did not know. I stared down at the plates, "Take your pick." He bowed a little and sat in front of the chicken plate. I sat across from him, taking the soup. We both ate for a few minutes, silently, both eyeing each other. As if we were both trying to figure out what the other was hiding. He shrugged off his armor in a smooth motion, revealing a blue tunic underneath. "Do you mind if I get more comfortable, your highness?" He asked. "Please, go right ahead," I replied, "As long as you don't mind me doing the same." He looked down at my clothes for a second, perhaps trying to figure out what I could modestly take off, and I kicked off my giant honking boots that went nearly up to my waist. I took a huge drink of my soup, finishing it. He finally concentrated on his chicken and I made my move. I moved my foot up onto his chair with such stealth that not even Sanguine could've detected it. "I'm going to be honest with you. I think you guys are hiding something. Runa doesn't trust Malakai, and I trust her judgment. So I don't trust you." "Everyone has secrets, m'lady," Galahad replied. And then I touched his crotch with my foot, deftly wiggling my toes between the greave and codpiece. It came away easily, as it'd been originally attached to the breastplate and was hanging by ties now. I rubbed for a second, and he scooting back the bench he'd been sitting on. "Please... this is improper. What would your husband think?" Galahad asked nervously. "I'm married to a man and a woman. And maybe because I have charisma, or an infectious personality, or maybe something more ethereal, I pretty much have a free pass to do what I want in this regard." "I um..." Galahad stammered. "I think I noticed something, but I don't know what to make of it," I said, and without giving him time to react, I shouted, "TIID - KLO!" Slowing time to a crawl for a full 12 seconds. I gingerly slipped under the table, grabbing the leather codpiece and wrenching it free from his greaves. I slipped my thin hands behind his belt, down his pants and moved it around, "The fuck?" "Uhh..." he said back. "I was right. I thought I was going crazy, but... You're all smooth!" Galahad stood up, "I can explain..." I stood up, banging my head on the table, but almost not feeling it at all with my armor-like body. The dragon horn crown is mostly for show. "So is Roheisa really your daughter, or is that bullshit too?" I asked, folding my arms. "Yes, she is." "So how does one reproduce without the... proper equipment?" I asked, burning to know the answer to this question. "I suppose I need to come clean," Galahad said, "Roheisa is my daughter and is, for the most part, normal. I, however, am not." "Well I can see that. I'm not exactly normal myself," I replied, "Be more specific. You might be from another world where the rules are different, but Solaire had the equipment that I'm familiar with. (Very familiar with)." "I am from Mundus." "Dubious. What are you, a Daedra? I've met quite a few of those. Some of them look human, like Sheogorath," I replied, "You can trust me, if it's a secret." "I'm not a Daedra. I am an Aedra, though minor. I've lived in High Rock for the past 120 years." I raised an eyebrow, "Tsun is a minor Aedra, but he had a dick. A nice one, actually. Dude was huge." "When my kind comes to Nirn, and Daedra for that matter, our forms are somewhat changeable, though they do reflect our natures," "So, what? Did you just decide you didn't need one for now? Is this a punishment or something?" "If you really want to know, I think I should start from the beginning," Galahad said, "About 120 years ago, a powerful conjuror in High Rock summoned a large number of daedra to Nirn and summarily died. They scattered to the four winds. I was sent here to slay them (which just sends them back to Oblivion)." "I don't imagine it's taken you this long to kill them all," I said. "No," Galahad paused, "It took me five years. And then there was another threat, and another. It never ends." I smirked, "I think I can work out what happened. After about a hundred years." "Yes, ninety eight. Too much time in Nirn. I met a mortal woman. When I became involved with Yvane, the missions stopped coming. I believe my lords decided I should stay here as punishment... or perhaps they thought this would be my reward. I'm not certain. I decided I could accept my lot in High Rock and made a life there." "Roheisa's mother," I said, "You seem like you found a good place to exist here." "Yes. Unfortunately, mortals do not often survive..." "Believe me, I know. Damien is one in a million because I'm unnaturally strong." "Yvane may not have been a Dragonborn, but she was also strong. She did, however, not make it," Galahad replied. "So is there any hope of going back to Aetherius? Don't you go back when you die?" I asked. "No, when Aedra die, they cease to exist in their current form, because we're bound to the Earth Bones. Note Lorkhan and the moons." "Wow, that's even worse than when mortals die," I smiled, thinking of lighter subjects, "There's no need to worry. Your secret is safe with me. Except... I do have a question." He raised an eyebrow. "So do you like, manifest a penis when you need to pee? Do you need to pee?" "Mostly when Aedra are on Nirn they sustain themselves with the Sun." "Right, since it's a hole to Aetherius," I commented. "Being in this realm so long has it's own challenges, though. I need to eat and drink from time to time. And I do eat and drink for pleasure as well," Galahad explained. "Aah," I scratched my chin, "So can you make it as big as you want?" "...within reason," he replied. "Do you... like sex?" I asked, testing the waters. "With the right person," Galahad replied. "Well obviously you feel sexual desire, or maybe love. How often do you get the opportunity to test out your penis manifesting skills?" I smirked. "Fairly often," he smiled back, "I've just learned not to impregnate people. Or get too attached." "I'm pretty good at that," I said, "Want to?" He looked me over for a few seconds, considering, then he said, "Queen Destana, you are one of the most sexually aggressive women I've ever met." "I take that as a matter of pride. You, my friend, are too beautiful for this world," I smiled, "I didn't hear a no." "Fine," he returned a half-smile. I took off my clothes in a flash, and knelt in front of him before he took his off. I was really interested to see what his lack of dong looked like. "Like a child's doll," I smiled up at him. "No teasing," he said, though couldn't help but laugh. He concentrated for a second, then laid down in front of me, a penis appearing. "That's a good size," I took him into my mouth. It ended up being over pretty quickly, he took me doggystyle and finished in my mouth. "I can see why they don't want Aedra to have sex. Your cum actually tastes good," I said, mouth still full. Swallowing, I said, "You said I was 'one of' the most sexually aggressive women you've ever met. Am I not the most?" He shrugged. "C'mon, who takes the cake? Some ancient witch queen from High Rock?" "I mean, there have been a few of those," he replied. Then he was silent. "C'moooooon! Do I need to press you harder for information?" "I guess it runs in the family," Galahad replied. My eyes opened wide, "No. You didn't!" He shrugged again. Half-smiling, my mouth opening, I slapped him on the chest, his perfect rippling chest. "You sure you're not the other kind of celestial being? She's younger than your daughter!" "Come now, we're both immortal. Age doesn't really mean anything." "Beyond a certain minimum age," I shot back. "Of course." "So I guess you figured out I'm a vampire lord," I said. "I'm not blind." "Tell me how it happened." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Runa, why are you telling me this?" Calleius asked. It was the midnight before the Falinesti invasion, and Calleius hadn't seen me for a couple weeks. Not since I stormed out of the Imperial Palace once I figured out I was pregnant. We were laying in a hammock together, naked, in the common sleeping room. Thankfully, most the others had gone back with their units for the night. Fenrir and Damien were in the upper area. We were in the hold for the regular crew. And there wasn't much of a regular crew to speak of. "Tyroni," I said flatly. "I like when you use my first name," Calleius smiled. I smiled, "I'm telling you this because you seem to be the man I'm always coming back to. I want to bear my soul to you." "You just want to be free," Calleius said. "Is that wrong?" I asked. "No. As long as you realize no matter how many men and women you bed, I'm here to stay," Calleius said. I sometimes thought he was waiting me out until I was ready to settle down and form a family, maybe have a farm or something. Like his parents did. Of course he knew it'd be palace life instead. I blew the little short hairs off my brow, "I need to tell you, once I found out I was pregnant... I found out I have this bomb percolating in my gut that will probably kill me when it's ready to pop... I kinda went off the deep end." "Deep end? What exactly did you do?" Calleius asked. "I distinctly remember breaking some stain glass windows with shouts. The ones in Bruma cathedral. I screamed at the gods for pulling this shit. I traveled to Anvil to see Casius Veron (who is the Count now, by the way), like I'd promised to, and secured what he needed for his ships from Jura, but I also kinda... fucked every man and woman from Bruma to the Imperial City to Anvil." Calleius raised an eyebrow, "But why?" "I mean, if the gods gave me this thing," I gestured to my unwanted penis, "My justification was I guess they wanted me to impregnate every woman of child-bearing age I could find. The men were for fun, I guess." "That's... not exactly ethical," Calleius said. "Yeah, I know. I'm feeling pretty messed up right now. I feel like I've made a horrible mistake," I said, covering my face. He hugged me in his arms, "How did we get on this subject?" "Hmm... oh, well, we started light. We had sex. Good sex. Aggressive sex." "And while we were laying here you asked me what I thought of the knights. And I said I didn't trust them, but thought they were both really good-looking. I believe the word bangable was used," I replied. "Does having all the sex ease the terror of what you think is coming?" Calleius asked. "Sometimes. I'm starting to think I'm addicted. I'm worse than my mom. At least she uses sex to her advantage. Sometimes I just can't get enough. I'm starting to think it has something to do with the fact that I have double the normal sex organs. Double the hormones," I replied. "Well, c'mon then," Calleius stood up. "C'mon where?" I asked. "If you want to bang a knight we're going to get you a knight," Calleius said, "If it'll make you feel better." "You totally don't have to do that," I said, sitting up and letting my legs dangle off the edge of the hammock. "I mean, I'm going to watch," Calleius smiled, pointing to a hiding spot, "Maybe over there." I covered my mouth, giggling furiously, "You're much more of a deviant than I'd ever have thought, Tyroni." We climbed up the stairs, walking by Jura doing some alchemy, then we climbed out the hatch to the deck. I looked around. Mom smiled, looking over, "Just an update. Valiana went south to look for Galmar, by Ulfric's request. If you find Fenrir, could you tell him? Can't find him anywhere." "Hmm... I think he's..." I started, "I think he went to sleep in the captain's cabin area. Damien too." "Oh well, no need to bother them right now," Mom said, "Sometimes it gets boring being the only one who doesn't need to sleep. Well, you guys enjoy your midnight stroll." She climbed down the hatch. I leaned over the railing, "I figured the knights had gone back to High Rocks' ships." "They definitely didn't," Calleius said, "Ah, look. But be silent." He gestured over to the stern and I snuck around the corner. "Aaaahhh..." It was Sir Galahad, peeing off the back of the airship. I grinned, being completely silent. I am a master of stealth, when I need to be (assassin, eh?) As I crept nearer, I considered the ethical ramifications of my actions. I didn't know if the man was married. I started to feel a cold feeling on the back of my neck like I should not be doing this. But then I felt myself getting an erection, pushing against the inside of my armor and the reminder gave me the mix between arousal and unyielding rage at the gods that I needed to spur me forward. With a single motion, from behind him, I reached around grabbed his balls with my left hand, his shaft with my right. He gasped, the last glimmers of pee dripping out, and I started stroking him gently. "Who...?" "It's Runa, the hot young blond. If you turn around and say nothing, I'm going to get on my knees," I said, "...and you won't regret it." He started to turn around and I let him go, sliding down to kneel. He leaned back on the railing and I took him full into my mouth. After a moment of just accepting it, I grabbed his hand and put it on the back of my head. He took my hint and grabbed my hair, thrusting between my lips. When it felt like he was on the brink, I slapped his hand away, pulled him out of my mouth and stood. I got up on my toes and gave him a soft kiss on the mouth. Not passionate, just teasing. Then I smiled up at him, "Meet me in the crew quarters." I walked away seductively, then as soon as I was out of his sight I ran down to the quarters as fast as I could. Galahad walked through the archway a few minutes later, my back to him. "Listen, Princess Runa... I don't think this is..." Galahad started. Then I turned. I'd only been wearing my black cape, which I then dropped to the ground. Not sure what reaction he would have to my equipment, I made sure to sell what I did have, turning back around, getting on hands and knees and putting my hands on my asscheeks to open myself up. "I think you want in here. It's very tight," I said. Partly, I knew I was putting on a show for Calleius, but I was having fun. He stepped up and slid a finger into me to test it. Quickly getting an idea I said, "Here, let me show you how to get it ready. Stand up." He did so, and I got under him and swirled my tongue across his ass for a few seconds. He moaned. When I pulled back, I think I'd awakened something wild in him, because he definitely didn't do that. He spat on his dick and thrust it inside me, piledriving me until he unloaded into my ass. "Wow," I exhaled, "I'll remember that one." I kissed him for real this time, and then laid out on the same hammock from earlier on the pretense of immediately going to sleep, though after he left I jerked it until I came. Calleius was there a couple minutes later, "How was that?" "Great. But again, can't get enough," I said, then paused, "Ah gods, look at me. I'm already starting to show. And... the terror returns." "Let me see if I can help you," Calleius said. ----------------------------------------------------- "Oh hey, a missive from Damien." It was about 4:30 on the 24th. I floated above the command group, though they were paying attention to Fenrir handing down the plan of action. "Sylvanaar is open, but there are lots of hiding places. We're going with a frontal assault. Damien can secure the high ground and support with spells, got it, bro?" "Yeah, I got it," I said. Of course I got it. Tusselle looked up at me and smiled, "You going to lord it over us all day that you can fly and we can't?" I shrugged, "I mean, I could teach you if you have any skill with magic." "We can make it a private session later," Tusselle said. Ignoring our friendly banter, Fenrir said, "All right guys. The soldiers are already on the ground. Mind giving us a lift, Damien?" "What do you mean?" Tusselle asked. "Yeah, just watch," I pointed my hand at Balfhe Hard-Heart and blasted him with a little bolt of power, then Hrolf Witch-Slayer. Then I turned to General Tusselle, "Ever wanted to soar through the air?" Both the men hovered and moved to my side, snapping to my movements. "Holy shit," Tusselle shook her head, "This whole family is unbelievable." "You get used to it," Balfhe chuckled. I blasted Tusselle and she joined my side. Then I turned to my brother, "Hey Fenrir, would it be a dick move if I just left you here?" He smiled, "I'd just call my airship and kick your ass later." I blinked, taken by surprise, bursting out in laughter. Despite being a blowhard sometimes, he was pretty funny. I blasted him. Fenrir laughed back and I took off, carrying the four of them on my flight like they had tethers strapped to them. I imagined as I was flying I sounded like a boastful son of a bitch too a lot of the time. But it's hard not to be when you're this talented. On the ground, it was a flash. Balfhe and Hrolf ventured forward each with their own groups of Stormcloaks and Tusselle stayed with the Imperials. Fenrir and I backed her up, since we'd allocated way more Stormcloaks to this attack and she seemed like she would need the backup. I stayed at mid-range, firing spells, while Fenrir stayed close with Umbra and shield. Of course, she was a lot tougher than the two of us anticipated. She hadn't carried any weapons into battle so I assumed she was a spellcaster. I'm not sure what Fenrir thought, but the first time he got trapped between two Thalmor mages barraging fireballs, Tusselle sprinted over to him. With her fists she slugged the one in the face, then the stomach, then sent him to the ground with a kick to the side of his head. Fenrir stabbed the man in the chest, finishing him. When the second mage turned to Fenrir, Tusselle growled, "Don't turn your back on me, bastard!" She grabbed him about the waist and suplexed him, probably breaking his spine in the process. Fen looked back at me, stunned, and I'm certain I had the same look on my face. As the battle continued, I got boxed in to the melee group, fighting side-by-side with Fenrir. "Dude, did you see that shit?" Fen asked, and I knew exactly what he meant. He clashed with elven soldiers while we talked. "Yeah! Tusselle is amazing!" I said back, absorbing a fireball headed for Fenrir with a ward. Then I sent a double-handed Elemental Blast back at the guy. "Beautiful too," Fenrir said, clashing with more soldiers. "I wasn't going to say it, but yeah. Think I have a crush," I said. Fenrir turned to me, "Aren't you married?" "No. Bris and I aren't married. And we're seeing other people. But you and Valiana act like you are sometimes," I said back. "Be serious. She won't even let me kiss her. She's too pent up from years of being treated like garbage. I don't think she wants anything to do with me, as much as I wish otherwise," Fenrir said. We finished off the group we were with and heard the sound of a woman shouting. We both turned our heads to find Tusselle tangling with a half-dozen Thalmor soldiers and mages. When she finished off two of the soldiers, one of the mages had an idea and blasted her with cold. She started to walk forward slowly, "Asshole! Get over here and fight me!" Tusselle stood her ground, as there were several wounded Imperial soldiers behind her. Fenrir and I both readied our ranged attacks, but then Tusselle grinned, "Just kidding." She opened both palms and blasted the mage with an advanced Flames spell as she walked forward. "Talos bones, this woman," Fenrir said. At the same time, I said, "She's a mage too. Hot." We met eyes, both returning the same dubious look. Both slightly annoyed at the other. We simultaneously opened up on the group surrounding her and blasted them down. A bit of fighting later, the battle was over. We had minimal casualties. I resurrected who I could (including Bosmer caught in the crossfire). Tusselle finished gathering her men up and gave a small motivational speech that ended with, "Never been to Skyrim, but what I learned today is you Skyrim boys know how to fight. Glad to have you watching my back. This shit only took an hour." "I'm going to go have a look around," I said, taking to the air. Now about 6:30, I figured the Battle for Falinesti was still going on, so I refrained from missive-ing anyone there. Eventually I found a door that had strong conjuration vibes to it. I opened it and found a tunnel that was bigger on the inside. Stepping through, I found myself between two waterfalls on a path that led to several similar houses. I checked my map and realized I was near the middle of the country. Flying around a bit, I found a door to the north, pointed toward Falinesti. It was getting dark and I figured they either won or lost by now. I took out a sheet of parchment and cast my spell. "We took Sylvanaar. We had a large force, so it actually wasn't that much trouble." Then I described the events in a little more detail. To punctuate it, I wrote, "Come out the back door of the lord's manor." Then I sent it to mom. I perched on a cliff that overlooked a few of the exit doors. I waited for a while, almost to the point I started to get worried if they'd actually won or not. Around 9:30, mom came out of Falinesti's door. She ran around for a minute, not actually seeing me perched up there. And of course waterfalls are LOUD, so she didn't hear me yelling. "Why am I out here?" She asked. I shouted one more time, "Mom! The cities connect along this path!" "Damien! Cool!" She shouted up, "Everything going well?" "Yeah, we're fine. We talked about going east to scout tonight," I yelled back. "Well, later. Good luck!" She shouted up. Knowing her, she definitely went exploring to see if she could find any more covert attack points from this waterfall path. I returned to Sylvanaar and found our army's camp. Everybody'd already eaten dinner and were starting to set the night watches. I found the command group's tents. "Hey," Hrolf said, "Saved you a leaf... wrap thing. Damned elven food." I chuckled, "How you holding up?" "Can't complain. I miss Elisif. And my warm bed back in Solitude. But it's a soldier's life," he replied. "Oh yeah. So you going to be living it up in the Blue Palace soon?" I asked. "Seems so. Thinking I might retire if this all goes well," Hrolf replied. I took a big bite out of the leaf and it was sweet. Balfhe smirked at me, "Wondering where your brother and the General are?" "Why would I be wondering that?" I folded my arms, trying to play it cool. "Well they went off together quite a while ago. Just figured you'd be worried about their safety," Balfhe said, taking a bite of his own leaf thing, "That a-way." "Thanks," I said, and walked off. "Balfhe, you're terrible," Hrolf said. "Kid's gotta learn. Not everything in life is easy and straightforward," Balfhe replied, "Also, I'm getting a kick out of the drama." "You drama queen," Hrolf chuckled. I floated over in the direction, using my flight to get a good vantage point. Over the hills and alone, I found Tusselle. I floated above. She turned, seeming unperturbed, "Where have you been, fly boy?" "I found something cool and wanted to explore. Missed dinner too," I smiled, "Wanna see?" She folded her arms, studying me for a second, then she smirked and said, "Okay, sure." I took her to the waterfall path, now glowing in the moonlight and she folded her arms again, "Well, it's certainly pretty." "Not only that, this connects to Falinesti. They won, by the way. And I'm thinking it'll connect to other places too." "Ah, beauty and tactical advantage. This is an excellent find. Good job, Damien," Tusselle replied. I floated around a bit, "So what are your plans for the night?" She raised an eyebrow, "Gods. I see what you're doing here." "What?" Now I raised an eyebrow. "You're trying to sweet talk me," Tusselle smirked, though I was starting to think she always did that even when she was angry or annoyed. "I mean, I'm not not trying to do that. But I wasn't going to make any moves or anything. You seem like if you wanted anything to happen, you'd be making the moves. Was just aiming to hang out with a cool person." She smiled sincerely this time, "Your brother could learn a thing or two from you. He tried to make a pass at me earlier, and I think he wanted to say the things you just said, but he fumbled right over his words when I pushed back." I laughed a little, "Yeah, well. He's a straight arrow. He's like a white knight, always trying to save the girl. That's gotten him into more trouble than it's worth. Me, well, you may have noticed these stylish adornments on my head." "Seems like not a straight arrow type of thing to wear. What are they, some kind of novelty piece? I took you for a joker when we talked. Every missive had something funny attached to it," Tusselle replied. "Well I'm glad I'm good for entertainment," I shook my head, "But they're real." "Well, here's something else you could be good for. You said you'd teach me how to fly," Tusselle said. I shrugged, "Alright. Do you know telekinesis? I saw you were using a couple spells in the battle." "Yeah," she replied. "It's pretty simple. I'm surprised the spell was lost for so long. And also, surprised it took me so long to figure it out," I said, "Basically, just use telekinesis on yourself. All you have to do is practice it to a point that you can do it without concentrating." "But what about the frame of reference? I was taught to do it with my feet on the ground so you can visualize pushing against something," Tusselle said. "That's how they teach TK in Cyrodiil?" I shrugged, "Just give it a shot. It takes practice." Tusselle concentrated for a second, then she lifted off the ground. She smiled triumphantly. "Okay, now try and move forward," I said. She waved her hand, moving forward awkwardly. She gave a little cheer, but then threw herself off balance, lost her concentration and plummeted into the water below. I was hovering near the water when she surfaced. "Why didn't you catch me?" She asked. "When my dad taught me to swim he just threw me in the lake," I chuckled. Tusselle narrowed her eyes, characteristic grin appearing on her face. She grabbed a nearby branch, then grabbed my foot. "What are you~" I started, but she pulled me under the water. We surfaced together. "You're the worst, Tusselle," I said, laughing, "Say, what's your first name?" "Dotella," she replied. "Dot," I said back. "I hate it. Don't ever call me that," Tusselle said flatly. "Kay, Dot," I said, levitating back out of the water. "I'm gonna drown you!" Tusselle shouted, giving chase. "Gotta catch me first!" I shouted back as I flew away. When we finally got back to camp, Fenrir'd summoned the airship and was working on one of the exterior lights. Tusselle went to her tent and shut the flap. "Where'd youall go?" He asked, not looking up from his work, "Pretty late." "I found a path between the major cities. You discussed scouting. Where do you think we should head?" I asked. "There's a Khajiit camp near the border. I want to make contact with the resistance. Maybe they can help us. I do think we're going to wait until morning though," Fenrir replied. Smiling, he screwed the cap on what he'd been working on, "Done." I nodded, "You're in a good mood." Fenrir moved the goggles off his face, "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I curled my lip up, "I mean, getting rejected, I guess. I'd say it makes me feel bad, but I don't really ever try that hard." Fenrir turned to go into the airship, "What makes you think I got rejected?" I blinked, tilted my head. Then the hatch slammed shut. Wait... Tusselle never actually said she hadn't banged him.

This is Destana again. For the sake of brevity, I'm going to be telling a lot of the story. Even the parts I'm not there for (as described to me later by various sources). We set out from Solitude on the 17th of First Seed, 216 with the fleet and airship. When we were out in the deep blue ocean, the airship peeled off to meet the small body of ships coming out of Daggerfall and Wayrest. They hadn't contributed as much as Skyrim, but this was our war. The kids went with the airship to meet them and guide them to us. I stayed with Ulfric. Ulfric gathered a lot of the men together and gave a speech. Though only about thirty were on the ship with us, it was a calm day at sea. Scores of other ships hung close, able to hear his voice reverberate across the waves. "This is it, men! Soon the elves will again seek to rule the world. We must ready ourselves to fight them. They brought war to us, and we return it in kind. This time, we invade them. This time, we have an Emperor on the throne I can call friend. And we are not beholden to them. Years ago, I said to you, it'll be us Nords who lead the fight against the elves. Well, that day has come. We find ourselves on ships on our way to invade Valenwood. That is as it should be. Shyrim breeds warriors. It's who we are. It's on our blood. Who better to protect the world from the Thalmor?" He drew a breath, dramatically, then said, "I am Ulfric Stormcloak. High King of Skyrim! And at my side the woman we know as Stormblade, who the world knows as the Dragonborn... my wife and a true daughter of Tamriel, Queen Destana." The soldiers yelled, some whistling a little bawdily. I took a step forward, "What do I say? Uhh... let's kick some Thalmor ass!" They yelled again, getting hyped up. "FOR SKYRIM!" Ulfric yelled, "It is all of you who are the true heroes of Skyrim!" And their energy level increased, the other ships joining in the warcry. Ulfric yelled back, even louder. When the crowd subsided, he continued, "You heard what she said. We have a lot of work to do. Get some rest, for at dawn, we dine in hell." He turned to me as the soldiers went back to their business, a little bit more pep in their actions. "How'd I do? Don't think I overdid it with that last line?" "No, that was great," I smiled, "That was fucking amazing! We're going to sweep through them with Talos at our back." Ulfric smiled at me, reaching into his pack. He produced an object, wrapped in cloth. "Here. I had it specially made. Not as enchanted as yours but..." I took the yellow-golden dagger in my hand, turning it over, "It's amazing. I love it!" I debated between which hand to try it out on, settling on my left hand. I put the Blade of Woe in my pack. I'd been using it for a good long time. The kids met up with the group from High Rock and Runa hopped down to talk with them. "Lord Malakai," Runa said, greeting him, "You surely get around." "You too, Princess," he replied, "I thought the best way to foster relations with Skyrim and strengthen our bond with Cyrodiil would be to help them in... one of the biggest wars in recent memory." Runa smiled and nodded, not knowing why he put a strange emphasis on the word 'relations.' The airship directed them back to our fleet, and then traveled a bit north to meet the Cyrodiilic ships just south of Anvil. "Heh, we're the couriers today," Fenrir smirked, "A lot of good getting this airship is doing us. You think we should scout ahead with this thing?" "Oh, didn't mom tell you?" Damien asked. Fenrir shrugged. "She wanted to hold the airship back until the assault begins. This thing is a HUGE target. But once the ships land we're going to storm in." Fenrir pursed his lips, "As the owner of the airship, you'd think she would tell me these things." "Well she's got a lot on her mind. Probably figured I'd tell you," Damien threw up his arms. "I see the Anvil fleet!" Runa shouted. As we got over them, she shouted down, jumping onto the deck of the lead ship, "Casius!" "Hey beautiful! Whoa!" He said, "What did you do to your hair?" Runa shrugged, "Felt like a change. Do you like it?" "Anything looks good on you," Casius replied. "It's only been a couple weeks, but I can't say I didn't miss you. C'mon, follow us to the fleet." Runa hopped back up into the airship, and they approached Skyrim's fleet as our boys were cheering, just finishing the speech. So it took us until the 21st to get near landfall. I flew ahead and scouted the area then reported back to the flagship with the captains and commanders. "Looks like they're on high alert. There are a LOT of Thalmor hanging out in the wings," I said. "Ma'am," Casius said, "I think Cyrodiil's time to assault is this evening." Ulfric pursed his lips, "Perhaps them moving across the border could draw away their attention." I nodded, "We'll see if this thins out their ranks and attack in the morning. You kids keep an eye out from the airship and I need Damien to set any ships on fire that look like they're reinforcements. Or going to get reinforcements." Damien nodded. I approached Fenrir, Valiana and Runa. "Has Damien told you anything?" I asked. "Basically, yes," Fenrir replied. "My thought is - the ships do the amphib and we storm in and blast from the sky, provide cover and just roll through there. Be careful. There are a LOT of Thalmor. This is going to be harder than the Skyrim-Thalmor War." "Been replenishing, maybe?" Runa asked. "They're had hundreds of years to build up. I'm starting to think they didn't take us seriously and didn't even put the most elite of their forces behind invading Skyrim," Ireplied, "Anyway, I believe in you guys, you're stronger than you know. Pack some potions. We might get separated, but try and stay with the groups." Finally it was the morning of the 22nd and I boarded the airship. Ulfric, Galmar and the combined fleet assaulted the beach. At about noon, around their approach time, it started to pour. Runa and I were standing by Fenrir, steering the ship. I took a deep breath, leaned back and looked to the sky, "L~" "Wait!" Fenrir put his hand on my shoulder. I looked at him and he said, "It'll cover our approach." I smiled, "Good thinking. Looks like the battle's underway." "Right!" Fenrir engaged the throttle up to high speed. We cut through the wind and rain like a spear, rain dripping around the balloon lazily. As we spied Woodhearth in the distance, Fenrir spoke up, "All right final approach. Dad's already on the ground. You guys ready?" "Let's do it," Runa said calmly. "Hell yes, let's do it," I clenched my fist. "Born ready!" Valiana shouted. Damien, standing at the very edge of the ship's bow, couldn't hear over the storm. As Fenrir slowed, Runa took a step back and smirked, jumping off the back of the ship. "Oh shit, I missed the docks!" She plunked into the water. Fenrir rushed to the bow with Damien, letting Skullcat take the wheel, "Avast, me hearties! Give em hell!" "Alright Runa time to go," I said, then turned to find she'd vanished, "Wait, where did she go?" Damien shouted back, readying to cast, "We'll clear you a path, mom!" The boys met eyes, then Fenrir shouted with fury, "All right, cover fire!" They peppered the Thalmor with bolts and explosions. I grinned, a little proud. I ran to the back then sprinted and took a leap of faith off the front, landing next to Ulfric, his men, and Runa, who'd just emerged from the bay. "YOL TOOR!" Ulfric shouted, blanketing the Thalmor with flame breath, then Runa gave them a classic, "FUS RO!" I spied Damien fly to the right to fight alongside the Imperial Battlemages as we engaged in melee. A moment later I heard, "Oh crap!" and "Pinned down over here!" Coming from that direction. "Dammit! I'm coming," I said, sprinting toward Damien. At the same time, Fenrir, who'd been firing from the rooftop, hopped down and continued down the main stretch with Runa. When I got to the shouting, the Thalmor mages were trading spells back and forth with Imperial Battlemages behind cover. Damien'd been alone but now he was being backed up. He shouted down to me, "Stay back, I'm above you! Here comes black winter!" And he let loose a torrent of freezing wind made even worse by the torrent of rain. I nodded up to him and continued forward into the city with Ulfric and the boys. After we left a new group of Thalmor engaged the mages from further down the docks, but Valiana and Stormcloaks showed up to support. Up ahead, Fenrir and Runa pressed down the main drag, cutting a path straight through. Fenrir veered to the right to handle stragglers with some Imperial fighters, but Runa aggressively pressed on, eventually pushing so hard she got seperated and was fighting half a dozen Thalmor by herself. Fenrir did the same in a different direction, eventually coming up against a group of elites and finding He'd outpaced the Imperials. He took out his multishot (that fired whole bursts of bolts at once, like a shotgun) and fired a few into the elite casters. Finally tiring of this, their strongest guard charged forward and stabbed Fenrir in the shoulder, then clobbered him over the head. He went down from all the fire he'd been taking. After a minute of darkness, someone shook him awake. "Wake up kid you've still got some life left in you!" It was Valiana. "Fenrir drink this potion and get the fuck up! You're not going to die today!" As he came to, he could see tears beginning to form in her eyes as she raged. He grabbed her face and kissed her. She pulled back and slapped him. But then helped him up. She sighed, both angry and relieved, "Good. You're okay. I'm going to double back and check on the others." They both stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, then she said, "All right then." While she was walking away, he walked up to her and grabbed her wrist. She pulled it back, smirking, "I'm not some waif you can throw around. Need something?" "Yeah, you better survive this war because I'm not going on without you," Fenrir said. Truly one of his more 'casanova' moments. "Well," she said back, "Same to you." Still at a standoff between the mages (after Val and the SCs continued on) Damien growled, "We're not staying around here any more. Follow me, I'm going to break through." He rushed forward to find they'd actually killed most the casters, but the most powerful one was still standing and holding them all back. Damien and him stood motionless, squaring off. Damien readied his spell first and flung it, but the elf was too clever. He deflected it with a ward and returned with a fireball. Damien'd already taken quite a lot of fireballs. He went down. I was spending my time making my way up the main road with Ulfric and the soldiers, but I was alternating between buffing the soldiers, taking out key targets with my bow, and doing the same with my daggers. When we reached the end of the road, I found Ulfric had left me. "Guess the battle's over. I wonder where my kids are," I said, using a Whirlwind Sprint to launch myself back into the city. I looked around, finding soldiers advancing and I ran back towards the docks. "Hey have you guys seen...," I started to ask a group of soldiers, but they were in a battle lust and didn't pay me any mind. Finally I came upon Runa, standing on the first main street, "Runa have you seen the others? Why'd you double back?" "Same reason as you, I'd imagine. I found Fenrir and Valiana way up ahead. Was trying to track Damien," she started, then her eyes fixed on figures behind me, "Oh, here he is. You guys okay?" Ulfric and Damien approached. Damien said, "Yeah I'm fine. Thank the gods for the imperial battle mages coming in behind me. Otherwise I'd be dead." Ulfric folded his arms, "Found this one on his ass. Seems like they saw us coming." "Hey Fenrir," I said as he approached, then I addressed the group, "Be that as it may we're in this now. We need to regroup. Where did the Stormcloaks go anyway?" Valiana responded from behind me, "They cut to the right went through the west part of town and swept to the south. "Who's leading them anyway?" I asked. "Galmar," Damien replied, "They blew right by me while I was in a standoff with the mages. Think they were going for something specific." Valiana continued, "While the Thalmer were concentrating on the imperials and us they advanced." "What are you up to, old friend?" Ulfric said, more to himself than anyone. "Well no time to figure it out. No time to waste let's go," I said, sprinting off at the head of the group. We continued up the road a bit and found our head Imperial strike group fighting with some Thalmor, but they were just mopping up. I threw down heals and Rally spells for the fight ahead - this was a stretch of road with another defensible hamlet about a mile at the right fork. I'd been briefed on our path, though the groups were getting scattered and I wondered if they were slipping into barbarism (you know, raping, pillaging, burning). The kids flanked me as we ran, Val and Ulfric taking the rear. "Seems there were few wood elves there. I'm glad," Fenrir said. "Casualties of war," Damien said back. "So far we've avoided many civilian casualties. It's been almost all Thalmor. But we can't guarantee it will remain like that," I said, "Do your best to safeguard innocents, but do what you need to do." As we neared the next fight, I wondered how my dad was doing. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 21st, First seed, late in the night. "Jura, what do you make of that?" Calleius asked. from beside me in the bushes. Sialius, Balfhe, Hrolf and the Cyrodillic generals were up ahead with the main force. Calleius and I came alone. I had some business I needed to take care of. But we happened upon an attack force coming up behind them when we crossed the Cyrodiil border. Their plan no doubt was to take down the border guard then sneak attack our army. They were all long range casters. This base had a skeleton crew. The Thalmor would not be expecting the two of us. "We're going to take care of them," I said. The Thalmor crept up, like they were finally about to make a move. I activated a Lightning Cloak and charged toward the caster strike force, "Sneak Attack!" "What in Obliv~" One of them shouted, but he was slammed down by my shield. "Oh no! There's so many!" I shouted, then I turned tail and ran. "Open the gate!" I shouted. "Coward! You are a dog and I am your master!" Another of the Thalmor shouted. But now the gates were open and arrows rained from within and atop the walls. I gestured up to the archers to fire behind the Thalmor. I blasted spells toward them as they charged into the gates, trying to avoid the arrows. I grinned. Rats, meet trap. Once they were inside, the gates shut again, archers peppering them from the walls and from inside. Calleius and I took them on head to head. These were elite guys too! Took a lot of hits to take them down. Thankfully, I'd collected all three of the rings from the Akaviri Commanders we'd killed in Roscrea, the Bridge of Sighs and the Sea (Runa was always fast and loose with her looting, but I made sure it didn't go to waste). Between the Ring of the Frostwolf, Firewolf and Thunderwolf, I was nearly immune to most magical attacks. I waded through their attacks with a grim confidence, laying waste to them. Only had to kill one or two bosmer archers. It was over in minutes. While the archers mopped up the last of them, I sheathed my sword (Odin's Wrath Runa'd given to me from a chest). I smiled, water dripping down my beard, "Right Calleius, it's safe for now. It's death out here. Let's wait until morning to catch up." "Of course Jura, I mean... your highness," Calleius replied (in front of our new archer friends, who'd had almost no casualties). "My liege, allow me to offer you a room for the night," the archer leader said. I nodded, "Very good." We slept and took the road outward in the morning, only to be ambushed ourselves this time. "Another sneak attack?" I said as I engaged them and cut down the first of their lot, "What, they're employing vampires? I'll take you all on myself and your Thalmor masters!" I charged for the Thalmor mages in the back and Calleius caught up with me, meeting my speed, "You're not alone, sir!" We fought for several more minutes, damn elves using cover and trying to kite us. Calleius got knocked down once and I ribbed him, "Don't go down so easy Calleius. Remember your shield work!" I engaged the last group alone, blowing through them. Calleius came in at the end and finished off the Frost Atronach. I slapped him on the back, resting Odin's Wrath on my shoulder, "Nice shot kid now let's get the hell out of here before more come!" Calleius nodded, "Sir!" From there we swept from location to location. South, to a village called Bal Fall. "They're advancing fast. Sialius is out for blood!" I commented. I talked with the Bosmer there a little bit. There were also a few Khajiit. And one imperial soldier who I told to keep an eye out for the Thalmor. He told me the army headed toward the coast. We hit Thormar Keep, but the place had already been trashed. But not by ours. "These are... Thalmor arrows?" Calleius asked. "Guess they didn't want us to get the resources," I replied. We kept going to a small town (really one road with half a dozen houses) called Valkwasten. We found Bosmer fighting a small force of Thalmor and tried to help, but we weren't able to protect them from the Thalmor. Apparently, if you're not helping, you're targets. "Damn shame," I said, "C'mon. We gotta move." We finally found an old Imperial Barracks that'd fallen into disuse, and our forces were set up here, ready to rest for the night. I walked in the front door to a wooden building that seemed to serve as an HQ. "By the gods. You finally made it! I was starting to think the war was going to be over before you even caught us," General Sialius called from across the room. They all saluted me, and I saluted back, then I said, "General Sialius, Quintus, Tusselle. Balfhe, Hrolf. Who's in charge here?" Sialius folded his arms, "Well, you are." I chuckled, "Of course. But who's the Supreme General who's giving out the orders so far?" Tusselle shrugged, "We all deferred to Sialius. He's got way more experience than us." "Well, give me a status report, then," I smirked. He pointed to the map on the big table in the middle of the room. "First, the forces crossing the border swept north to take the small settlements and forts on the way to this barracks. We're planning on striking Silvenaar when we gather our forces. So far we've had medium losses, but we've given them more than we got." "You had an excellent idea having our couriers learn that old High Rock Missive spell so we could transfer intelligence back and forth," Quintus said. I nodded. Tusselle explained the western front, "Our fleets landed at Woodhearth a few hours ago. They've fragmented quite a lot, but we know they took Woodhearth and the Legionnaires took Vullen Haven to the east. From the commander there, Galmar took a large number of Stormcloaks and swept south. Presumably to sweep around the coast and head to Greenheart. We're not sure. He didn't tell anyone why he was going there." "What else?" I asked. "The High Rock forces got back on their ships when the battle at Woodhearth was over," Tusselle continued. "Why?" Calleius tilted his head. "Good question Legate. They've gone silent," Tusselle replied. "Too many variables here. Anything else?" I asked. "Ulfric and Destana took a small force north. Damien's Missive'd us," Tusselle explained. "Oh!" She reached into her pocket, handing me a missive. "They're camped at Glenpoint (a ruin). Damien scouted ahead while Destana crawled the dungeon. He says there's a small satyr village just north of Falinesti with a ruined watchtower and lots of cover. They're planning on heading there with the airship tomorrow morning and request a meeting. And! The High Rock ships are at anchor just off the coast and have agreed to join them in taking Falinesti." "So, what should we do, sir? Think we could take both Silvanaar and Falinesti at the same time?" Quintus asked. "Between High Rock and Destana's group, they may be able to handle that alone. It's not a far journey from here. I'd say we can make it in the morning," I replied, "Sialius, do you think we can take Silvanaar with just our forces here?" "From what our scouts report, Silvanaar is less defended than even Woodhearth and Arenthia." "What, did we take Arenthia?" I asked, shocked. Balfhe smiled, "Hrolf and I went with Tusselle and took it with a joint venture. It happened on day 1 before you got here." "Good job. I'm going to mark that off on the board!" I slapped all three of them on the back, in order of rank. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Destana again. We finished our battle taking the town and headed north toward Falinesti. Only a small group of soldiers were with us now, so Damien figured it would be a good idea to Missive Sialius and whoever the other Generals were. "Her name's Tusselle," Damien said. "Who?" "The one I'm messaging now," Damien said. "Oh, what did they say back?" I asked. "They'll meet us," he replied. "Can you message those High Rock ships?" I asked. "Nope. I don't actually know any of them," Damien shrugged. "Okay. You guys set up camp. Who wants to go out to the High Rock guys and let them know?" I asked. "I will," Runa replied. "Runa, you're the only one who can't at least Levitate," Fenrir said. "Mehhh... Damien taught me Levitate," Runa smiled, "And I can summon Shadowmere now (usually), so I can get to the coast pretty fast. Besides, I like going off on my own sometimes." "I understand," I said, "Guess that settles it." "I'm going to scout out Falinesti from the air," Damien offered. "Good idea," I said. "I'm going to make sure the men have food," Ulfric said. "Guess I'm stuck with tent and fire duty," Fenrir shook his head, "And I guess I'll beacon the airship over." "Well, I'll help you," Valiana jabbed him in the arm. "What are you gonna do?" Ulfric asked. "I'm going to clear out this Ayelid ruin under our feet." "By yourself?" Ulfric asked. "Well, yeah. I do it all the time," I shrugged, "I'll come get you if I find a boss monster or something." So we all went on about our business. The ruin was kind of easy as far as challenges go, though it was tedious, with a lot of passages that led nowhere. I found some riches, and after a long game of process of elimination I found a key to a door next to the entrance. I opened it and found urns of treasure and a molten Iron Golem. To my chagrin it was dark when I came out. "Huh, guess I was in there a while." "Ya," Ulfric said, sitting with everyone around the campfire. "Wanna come kill a golem?" I asked. They collectively shrugged and we made quick work of it. Or I should say it was 90% me - my initial sneak attack shot straight to the core nearly did the thing in. "Gods, is working with her always like this these days?" Ulfric asked. Runa laughed, "Yes." They slept the night and I stayed up and I stayed up and had some blood instead, standing watch over the lot of them. Now the 23rd, all the men (about thirty) piled on the airship. We flew up to that satyr village where I hopped down and slayed some centaurs who were attacking the peaceful Satyrs. The men set up camp around the old beacon, while we waited for the Cyrodillic Generals. Runa levitated across the channel to the lead boat. "Lord Malakai," Runa stated. "Princess," he said back, "I'll be joined today by my two commanders, Sir Galahad Maynard of Daggerfall and Ser Roheisa la Faible of Wayrest." She shrugged, "We'll be in the airship." An hour or so later, Jura stepped onto the airship. "Dad, how's the war effort?" I asked. I hugged him. "Balfh e can fill you in. Mind if I have some of your neat spread?" He gestured to the table in the middle of the room. I looked at Fenrir. He shrugged, "Huh. Did the cats set this out? Have at it." In fact, General Sialius, Quintus, Tusselle, Balfhe and Hrolf all sat and had a little meal while we waited for the High Rock group. They caught me up during the dinner. "Never met you before," I said to Tusselle. "Well, I've never been to Skyrim. General Tusselle, your highness. I command the second legion." "How many legions are there these days?" I asked. "Well there's only the three here in Valenwood," Sialius replied. "There was seventeen before the Great War," Ulfric said, resting on a bench behind me, "After the great war, there were seven. They collapsed down because so many perished." "And of course Skyrim defected," Tusselle said. "Like I've been saying, we're the warriors of Tamriel. Without us~" Ulfric started, then he looked up to me. "You're doing it again," I smirked. "That I am. We have a new Emperor now," Ulfric chuckled. Sialius said, "As far as Legions go, now there are merely three. Four if you include mine. We're going to be hard-pressed to win this war if we take too long." "We're reforming the fifth," Jura added. "That's why you have us as auxiliaries, am I right?" Lord Malakai walked down the stairs, followed by a woman in a red coat armor with a large scythe at her back. "I take it this is Ser Roheisa?" Runa asked, offering her hand. The lady knight smiled sweetly and shook it, "Pleased to make your acquaintance, your majesty." "Please, call me Runa. I'm delighted as well. Quite the piece of hardware you have," she said, standing several inches taller than the short woman. "Same to you," Roheisa said, "An impressive greatsword." Runa smiled at her, "I can tell we're going to get along. Where's the other guy?" Runa asked. "My father is always late to things like this. He tends to get... how do I say it... lost in thought about the beauty of Nirn," Roheisa smiled. And then the third member of their party walked down the stairs, decked out in a very enchanted, highly decorated suit of plate mail. As we all looked up at him, a man who was certainly not old enough to be the lady's father seemed to float down the stairs. His eyes were a beautiful azure, his hair matching. He bowed low, repeating his bow for each statement, "Please excuse my lateness, my Emperor. High King. Queen. Generals. Sir Galahad, at your service." This man was beautiful. Like, otherworldly beautiful, like his skin had a glow to it. His gear was ornate, like it'd been crafted by the gods just for him. "Fucking Talos," I said under my breath. "What was that?" Ulfric asked. "Nothing," I replied. "By the gods, look at his cheekbones," Runa muttered, "That jawline." I stared over at her. Runa whispered angrily in my ear, "What mom? I'm a sexual creature too!" "Who are you?" I asked her. Then I turned to the group, "Alright. Everybody's here. I'd like to be brief about this so we can get to work on our two-pronged attack. And I've been through three wars at this point and about a thousand other battles, some of them against gods, so you know, I have an idea what I'm doing." Ulfric scoffed, "Not the flex you want to make in this crowd. I've been to six." "Nine," General Sialius smirked. "Thirteen," Emperor Jura smiled triumphantly. "Please, my lords, no need to be competitive. I'm excited to hear what the Dragonborn has to say," Sir Galahad said. The twinkle in his eye suggested he'd been through more than even Jura, and he was older than he was letting on. "Well, our group here is going to attack Falinesti, with support from High Rock. I've tasked Damien with finding a way to breach the city without setting off the general alarm. We'll see what he comes up with," I explained, "At the same time, the main Imperial Force will take Silvenaar." "Might I suggest that we combine our heavy troops with your Legionnaires for a frontal assault, and the part of your group that is the stealthiest (with support from Roheisa) breaches and takes out the head," Sir Galahad said. "Sounds stellar," I replied. "As crazy as this is going to sound, I think our two strongest pieces should be in play to take Falinesti," Calleius said, "If we're planning on doing it with such a small force, Jura and Destana should head it up." Jura smirked, "I like where your head's at, but we're going to need more troops to attack the front." "Damn Galmar running off. We could really use the men he took south," Ulfric cursed. "I believe we will be sufficient," Roheisa said. We discussed a bit further, but then people broke off to go and reallocate forces. Galahad and Jura would be with the Falinesti frontal assault, while Destana, Runa and Roheisa would be going about the stealth. Fenrir and Damien would be joining the Silvenaar group (that already had Tusselle, Balfhe and Hrolf). Forces would be changed as best as possible. And since the two locations weren't far from each other, it wouldn't be too difficult. Related Youtube Videos (also, the stories don't sync up 100%, part 2 also contains what will be Entry 76)

Hey, it's Destana again. I was captured for a while (3 months for me, 3 days for everyone else). We've been fighting an ongoing war with the Thalmor, who seek to conquer Skyrim. Cyrodiil is in turmoil, and a sizeable portion of the Imperial Legion are taking refuge here, but helping us in the war. General Sialius is here, helping direct the fight. We lost Riften, Falkreath, Morthal, Markarth and Helgen (and all associated forts). But we won at Whiterun with two dragons. Then we used the elves' own magic against them (thanks to my genius son Damien, who grew horns) using a combination of Stormcloaks, Imperials, Forsworn, and my own stealthy assault to take back Markarth. We talked about a deal with Hammerfell. Before General Sialius left, he said, "We're going to continue the campaign and reclaim Falkreath tomorrow. Damien said he's ready. But our soldiers need to rest." Hrolf had said after the battle he had more work for me, so I headed to Solitude with Fenrir and Runa (Serana had vampire business to attend to). When we got there, Damien and Hrolf were making small talk. "Oh, hey Destana," Hrolf said, "I have an idea concerning this possible alliance. A little while back Hammerfell sent us a letter asking for help in dealing with a certain problem that's beyond their reach. Seems that before the Dominion withdrew from Hammerfell, one Thalmor officer named Ortranil comitted a number of atrocities against civilians. Sadly, he was never brought to justice. Infact, he how captains a scouting vessel, the Wizard's Whisper. Coincidentally, some fisherman off a village called Innsmouth reported seeing that vessel trapped in ice north of the coast. You see where I'm going with this?" "I get it," I said. "Leave no witnesses. Not a single one," he replied, "Speak with Gorth the Well Spoken on the northern coast between Innsmouth and Dawnstar." "Who's coming?" I asked. Runa and Fenrir nodded, like, 'Of course we're coming.' "I'll come this time. It's been a while since I went on a proper adventure," Damien said. "Cool. Ever heard of Innsmouth?" I asked. "Nope. Maybe it's a new village," Damien replied. We split the teleportation to Dawnstar, hopped in small boats and traveled down the coast. Not a long way. Down the coast was the unknown village of Innsmouth. When we reached the boats, they were shoddily moored at posts (no docks to speak of). Strange Ice Giant-like men (but in blue crystal armor) moved loaded boxes onto ships. Didn't know the seafarers up here were so friendly with the giants. I approached Gorth the Well-Spoken and said, "Did you spot the Thalmor ship? Can you take me to it?" He grumbled something incomprehensible and then said, "Let's go." It seemed like no time and we we making icefall. Runa and Fenrir leapt off the boat while Damien and I stayed up and fired spells at the ship. We fought and won, then we scoured the ship for more Thalmor. They never saw it coming. I went into the hold and found a bunch of naked Khajiits. Two of them were fucking. Okay. I left them to do their business. We teleported back to Solitude and reported completion. He sent us to kill some Draugr after that - which was easy. Damien went back to Solitude to report completion and the rest of us went back to Windhelm. We'd made a lot of progress in the remainder of the day after the Hammerfell meeting. For the first time in a while I decided I would sleep with the rest of the world and wake for the battle. I got up very early, before dawn. "So they made you High King, eh?" "Jura! I saw you with the delegation. How have you been? It's been years. Been since the Battle of the Red Ring." "Too bad you didn't stick around for Part 2 in Hammerfell. Valerius Artora and his guys came and lended a hand," General Jura replied. "I heard he was living in Helgen. Sadly, killed by Thalmor. But Destana killed that cell," Ulfric said. "I see you also have General Sialius, Commander Balfhe and Commander Hrolf on your side in this fight. It's a regular reunion of the last Great War. Some of the best military minds here. In Hammerfell we're calling this the 'Second Great War," Jura said. "It would all be for nothing if not for the Dragonborn on our side. Making this possible against the damned elves and their overwhelming numbers and their damned magics." "She's your queen too. She's really something. Heard a lot about her," Jura folded his arms, his expression a mix of stoic and judging his friend's reaction. "Destana is a force of nature. She reminds me of you in the old days - you know how we would sneak off and tackle ruins while the other men slept? And that one time we brought some others you swept through that Ayelid Ruin filled with ghosts like a wildfire, leaving the rest of us in the dust? She does that with our Ancient Nord ruins with the draugr. She dragged me along a few times and damn. She was the one who convinced the Jarls to moot. She was the one who finally cemented me in this position. And she forced me to marry her. Not that I would argue with that woman. Beautiful too," Ulfric explained. Jura raised an eyebrow, then calmly said, "Really? I do remember you were pretty 'fond' of me. You're attracted to power, aren't you?" Ulfric grinned, "I always feel like I need someone to challenge me to get better. But that was ancient history. But she's a big believer in free love, just like you were." "I heard she's also with some vampire princess," Jura replied. I stepped in through the side door, "I heard my name a couple times. You guys talking about me?" "Yeah. Mostly about how amazing you are," Ulfric replied. "I thought you were heading back to Hammerfell," I said to Jura. "I took the diplomats to the border, and I heard about how you swept through Markarth, and how you got rid of that Thalmor ship for us. By the way, those Khajiit slaves stole the ship, currently in High Rock somewhere. I figured you were probably going to go after Falkreath next. And I asked the Alik'r if any of them wanted to come back with me and help out. Naturally, about half of them wanted a chance to see some real action with me, and you." I nodded, "Glad to have you." The kids and been gathering around as we talked, so I started. "This one's not going to be the same as the others. It's not a completely walled city. We're going to sweep through in multiple directions, just like the Thalmor did," I said, leading everyone to the map room, "We have men positioned from the east, ready to attack. Our group, and the Alik'r are going to storm the main entryway to the west." "Our old sanctuary is just outside Falkreath. It got refurbished. Want some of my guys to soften up the Thalmor commanders?" Runa asked. "Sounds good. Coordinate with them to take out a few targets just before we arrive," I stamped my hand on the table, "This is going to be another sweep. We can save Damien's magic for Riften." I teleported the group to a town down the road to the west of Falkreath (and had to make another trip for the ten Alik'r), Runa peeling off to the Sanctuary to give some orders. We carried on down the road while she prepared. On the road, still clear out of range of the city, we found a Thalmor patrol, so we hid to the side. "Do you use stealth a lot?" Jura asked. "Often, yes." "I'm just used to wading in, spells blazing, sword swinging," Jura replied. Before they reached us, though, a Giant and Giantess burst from the forest and started to completely level the group. We stepped up and helped out. These were giants I'd never met before, but the Giant turned to me and bowed his head, "You Des.. Dest..." "Destana," I said. "We here, fight battle," the Giantess said. Jura smiled big, "You're friends with the Giants?" "Mom's friends with everybody, eventually," Fenrir slapped Jura on the back, "Or they end up dead if they try and mess with her." "Well then, follow me to the city!" I smirked. In little time, it was ready to start the assault. Still before dawn. I heard several yells, signaling Dark Brotherhood arrows hit their marks, or daggers as the case may be. "Charge!" I shouted, the Alik'r and my kids on my heels. The giants tore open the gates and we waded in. The Stormcloaks entered the city from the east at the same time. Though planned, this was much more chaotic. Small pockets of fighting broke out throughout the town. Townspeople rose up with us and stabbed their Thalmor occupiers in the back. A pocket of Thalmor gathered between a building and farm to the north, peppering us with attacks. Seconds later I heard a mighty roar from the sky. "Dovakiin! Dova Aav Kiin!" Oh gods, now is not the time. "Paarthurnax sends his best!" The dragon shouted, and blasted the pocket of elves with a cone of flame. I smiled as my brain did the legwork. He said, "The dragons join the war." Runa, Fenrir and Jura were all taking on groups of Thalmor by themselves, the Stormcloaks still fighting the major force at the east end. I alternated healing and buffing, sending arrows to every enemy I could. As the Thalmor broke, Stormcloaks flooded in, and I noted Imperial Legionnaires sprinkled amongst them, now unabashedly working together. In only moments, the battle was over. This town, made of mostly wood, was now on fire. The Alik'r, Stormcloaks, Imperials, and mine all pitched together to put out fires. "Wait..." I suddenly said. "STRUN - BAH - QO!" I shouted, the skies filling with clouds, rain beginning to pour. Jura smiled at me (only a little), "I've heard about the power of the Dragonborn. Most impressive." "Well that sounded genuine. Nothing really affects you does it?" I smirked. "I'm 60. Seen four large scale wars. Probably killed ten thousand monsters," he smirked back. "Well, maybe this will move you," I said, "The Dead Man's Drink looks like it's relatively undamaged. Drinks are on me." I bid the giants and dragon farewell, and we walked in. Unfortunately, the barkeep seemed to have flown the coop while the Thalmor were occupying. Door unlocked, but nobody home. I hopped behind the bar and noticed the whole army was starting to file in. "So what're you drinking? Nevermind. They seem to only have Ale." I started serving up to everyone and I left a large sack of coins in the lockbox when we were done. After a couple hours, the men were mostly returning to their duties, leaving the area. Runa, Fenrir, Jura and I sat around a small table in the middle of the room. "You've been around," I said, "Care to tell me about some of your adventures?" "I've been all over. Spent my early years in Hammerfell. Joined the Legion, fought in the Great War. Helped reconcile the Crowns and Forebears. After I semi-retired, I went north and helped High Rock with some of their problems (mostly monster hunting) and was made an honorary knight. Spent a few years in Skyrim (that's where I got the dragonbone for my armor, dragons were nearly extinct in the old days) then traveled around Morrowind, Black Marsh and Elswyer before I returned home and took a desk job with the Hammerfell military. I get called (or I take it upon myself) from time to time to handle the random problem, like this fight here." "So you're itching to get out and do things, that's why you helped us?" Runa asked. "I do get bored being behind a desk," Jura replied. "We're all pretty well-traveled in Skyrim here," Fenrir said, "Runa's been to Cyrodiil for a few years." "Not great down there right now," Jura said. From there the conversation seemed to deflate. After a while, I decided I would ask. "Tell me, General Jura," I took a long drink of ale, then continued, "Around the end of 181, were you in Gilane, in Hammerfell?" "Hmm..." He stroked his chin, "That was a couple years after second Stros M'Kai. I think I might've been." "Ever meet a woman named Ronona?" "Hmm..." He thought, almost like a growl, "It was a long time ago. But I remember, at the time I was a Commander and we were moving troops through there to patrol the southern border. Ronona was a barmaid, but she also helped with the local garrison. Not really a high ranking person, but she was very good with bows. Showed me a thing or two at the time. We were only there for a couple weeks while we resupplied. But yes, I knew her. I went back about 20 years ago (195), but she'd passed." The kids were silently listening, not sure what to make of this, but forming their own opinions. "Yeah, I'd already started living on the ship by then," I replied. Jura stared at me for long moments, he started to say something, but I cut him off. "By the look in your eye you may be thinking what I'm thinking. Ronona was my mother. The hair, the eyes. You and I look the same. And you were there in 181. You know, I never met my father. My mom said he was killed in the Hammerfell civil war after second Stros M'Kai, but I've read something like a thousand books. From what I can gather, the ongoing civil war in Hammerfell ended because of the cooperation in the Great War, and it wouldn't have been possible for him to have been killed by a war in that timeframe. Has your hair always been that color?" "Since the day I was born. Not all my brothers and sisters have it, but they always said I was special. I never really took much stock in destiny," Jura replied. "Given the facts, I'm starting to wonder, are you my father?" "Probably," he chuckled. I smiled, "You're not very sentimental, are you?" "I wager I have quite a few crotch spawn running around. I've already met a few," he said, and finally he cracked a bit of a smile, "But by far, you seem to be the best one. So what, do you want me to give you about 33 years worth of allowance?" "Thirty three..?" I chuckled, "Oh yeah, it's 215 out there. We should really think about getting the dates changed in our calendars in Skyrim. I'm only 29." Then I shook my head to his earlier question, "I have plenty of money. You seem like you've seen a thing or two. I'd like the chance to get to know you is all." Runa got up, pulling Fenrir to his feet, "I think this is a private conversation." "No, no. It's fine," Jura said, "I guess this means I need to learn about your kids as well. Well, that's fine. I can shirk my desk job for a good while. First thing, I gotta ask. What is with the shirtless thing?" I smirked, "Of all the things you could ask. A few reasons. I brought peace between the Forsworn and Nords in Skyrim's side of the Reach. I joined them and I wear this to show that. A lot of the females go topless." "Yeah, but you're a warrior. Aren't you worried about getting gutted?" He asked. "I have a few things going for me. Suffice to say, my skin is hard as iron and armor only slows me down. Also, it's kind of like the berserker thing. It either distracts or freaks people out. At least, that's the theory," I explained. We passed a few hours there, drinking to contentment (nobody ever came back to tend the bar). We learned a lot about Jura's many exploits and adventures, but he told his tales without boast or hyperbole. Just the facts. He also learned about all I'd accomplished in my time in Skyrim. When we were about to leave for Windhelm, I mused, "You know, the Thalmor have been executing the Jarls in these cities. We were able to save Madanach and replant him in Markarth, and I don't feel like Riften is going to be a problem, but Falkreath had Siddgeir and Dengeir. Both were living here and both were killed. I'm not sure who I would install as the new Jarl here." "If its not too unusual for me to say so," General Jura said, "Technically, this could be counted as aid from Hammerfell. I could stay and help them rebuild until you find a new Jarl. I'd say the locals might not take too kindly to that, but they do have a Redguard queen." I nodded, "That would work. You have a lot of experience with leading. Also, if the Thalmor do come back, you can lead the defense." I called a town meeting and told the locals Jura would be the interim, and I emphasized not permanent, Jarl. They seemed fine with it, especially since there was a lot of rebuilding to be done and Jura immediately went outside and started working. We traveled back to Windhelm and relaxed for a while, slept for the night. And in the morning, Balfhe woke us up and told us the Dominion was striking back at Falkreath. We teleported in and I found the same dragon perching on one of the parapets. "Still watching over the town?" "Ah, dovahkiin! Yes, I am," he replied. "Thank you!" I shouted. There's... not a lot to say. This attack was desperate, their forces smaller. We mainly utilized the troops that'd been quartered there from the night before. Between General Jura already having established a local defense and the dragon helping, it mostly amounted to me running around shooting elves with my bow. Project 14_03-02-2022_14-21-15-871.mp4 Anyway, we blew them out. Jura came back with us to Windhelm, and Balfhe immediately gave us more news. "After that defeat, the Thalmor sent a letter via courier. They're desperate." "What did they want?" I asked. "They want to discuss a truce," Balfhe said. "Heh, a truce. Funny," I said. "Apparently they want to end the war," Balfhe said. "Just like Hammerfell," Jura chuckled. "The Dominion are many things, but they aren't stupid. They know when they're beaten. This seems like a last ditch effort to maintain some dignity," Balfhe explained, "I have no doubt they'll spin the story differently in their territory but as long as the war is over I don't really care. You should attend the negotiations. The Dominion fear you. It'll give us an advantage. They're coming to us for the negotiations, which means we're the ones with the bargaining power." "This is probably a trap," I said. "It's under a peace banner. Even the Dominion respect that tradition," Balfhe said. I looked over to the map, "Well they're not coming to us physically. Fort Greenwell is one of their only held locations, along with Shor's Stone and Riften." "Oh hey we got Helgen back," I said. Jura nodded, "Yeah, Marcus Jannus told me all about it. He came to Falkreath when he heard I was heading up the rebuilding. His boys were driven out by a small force that peeled off the Riften attack, and they retreated to the caves below Helgen Keep, and some of them your private tower. When we took back Falkreath, the Dominion took their soldiers from Helgen to strike back at us. And the Helgenites seized the opportunity to take Helgen back. Total win. He told me you helped rebuild. The people of this land really respect you." I smirked, "Thanks." "I'm coming. This is definitely a trap," Jura said to Balfhe. The group walked towards the door with me and I got ready to teleport to Shor's Stone. "Mom, you're probably right," Fenrir said, "Probably a trap." We all nodded, and I finished the teleport. A large group of armed people materializing in would scare the mightiest warriors, and the occupying Thalmor kept their hands on their weapons, but we outnumbered them and they let us pass. We traveled to Fort Greenwell. Thalmor everywhere. We made our way to a common area. We were joined by our mixed soldiers and a Stormcloak commander. I approached the Thalmor commander. "Hey, you're Mithlian aren't you? Current governor of Riften," I asked. He nodded, "The woman herself comes to greet me. I'm honored. Shall we begin?" "Sure." "Very good," he replied. The Stormcloak commander said, "Greetings. Let everyone know that the terms of the peace banner are in effect." Mithlian had been slowly walking around the table. He said, "Yes, yes. Of course. I must say, you have quite a few guards. A reasonable man would be suspicious." "The same could be said for you. Are you ready to start?" The stormcloak asked. "Indeed we are. Are all of your men present?" Mithlian asked. "Yes, are yours?" "More than you know..." Mithlian replied, smirking. "What do you mean~" The commander said. And a dozen Thalmor assassins appeared from invisibility, swinging at us. "FUS!" Runa blasted several assassins to their knees. "FUS - RO - DAH!" I turned to my assassin, blasting him away, and as a bonus, blasted Mithlian against the wall behind him. Of course, I had two assassins to myself and the other one dodged and started swinging on me. Everyone drew weapons and a classic melee ensued. After we cleared the room we went through the whole fort, destroying them. We rushed to the exit, Fenrir and I reaching the door guards first and while he distracted them, I backstabbed the first one. Jura, Runa and Fenrir took down the other. When we got to the exit door, Thalmor from outside filed in one by one and were cut down by us. I swung down to the prison and let out their one captive - a single Stormcloak. We met up in the common room again to loot the elves. The commander said, "Those bastards. You should get back to Windhelm and inform Balfhe. We'll secure the fort." I smirked - a Stormcloak man and Imperial woman were 'celebrating' in the corner. So I teleported us back. "We were deceived," I said to Balfhe, "Told you so." Balfhe sighed, "How?" "They attacked us during the meeting," I replied. "Godsdammit. I should have known better than to trust them." "Especially since I told you not to!" I said. "Under a peace banner too! It was naïve of me to think they would honor such an agreement," Balfhe continued. "Especially since all of us said it was a trap," Fenrir said. "Yep," Jura said. "Well, they're going to burn in Oblivion, if they weren't already," Balfhe said, "At least we know they're desperate. We just need to keep pushing." "We're agreed on that!" I said.