Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140217201750/@comment-16346315-20140218175821

The Ruin of Anga
The night was calm, a gentle breeze whistled along through the trees. The sky was clear, the Stars and Moons shone brightly. All the Mages remained in there positions. All the deceased Mages were laid out side by side. The Imperial dead had also been laid out in front of the ruin. Graves were quickly dug, but the bodies were not placed into them, not yet anyway.

Elimil and Onacandoe spoke some more, Eilynn was trying to get her minor cuts healed by one healer. Her ears were still pretty sore from the roaring gunfire earlier.

"So, what exactly is the plan?" Elimil whispered, still a bit confused

"Well, first we have make sure no Imperials get into the ruin, then we must follow the tunnels, when we find them. They should lead to an ancient ruin beneath the Imperial city, there, we must break out High King Eoldoran, and all the Ex-Thalmor soldiers-

"Wait, didn't you say that there wouldn't be any Thalmor in this new Country of yours?"

"Ours, my friend, it will be our country, it will belong to the Altmer, not the Empire, or the Thalmor, it will be our own fair and just society. And, these aren't the Justicars of skyrim, these are Great War Veterans. And, you must remember, we will only free the Open minded Elves, not the Supremacist bigots you might know"

"Okay, then what?"

"Then, we travel through the sewers to the Weye District, which is off the island itself. We travel west, through the Imperial reserve, through county Kvatch, then we will meet up with another Division of Altmeri Mages, and a Division of Breton Mages at the ruin of Crowhaven"

"Wait" Elimil suddenly remembered

"My brother, he, he is in Kvatch Dungeon, I must get him out of there..."

Onacandoe sighed and then nodded

"You can't take too long, we have plans in Anvil"

"What sort of plans?"

"We must hijack a ship or two-

Eilynn jumped over

"So, what's the plan?"

The two began to tell her the plan Meanwhile

Outside Bruma
The Imperials shuffled up the road, the captain was still furious. When they arrived at Brumas gate, it was in the early morning. The two city guards were leaning against the wall, asleep. The captain kicked the guard to wake him up, this put the guard in a bad mood. The guard looked up to see a Mess of a Legionnaire with a grin on his face, and the two guard behind him were still frightened, shaken and tired.

"Open the gates this instant!"

"Easy up, soldier! What's your hur-

"I am no soldier! I am the captain now!"

"Oh yeah?" The guard laughed to himself, along with the guard next to him. The captain ceased to find any humour. "Then where is your captains medal?"

"On the shoulder of The late Captain Barrom, who is lying slaughtered on the steps of an Aylied ruin not 4 miles from here, Open the gates!" He commanded, now visibly annoyed

The guards unlocked the gates and pushed it open. The captain walked up to Bruma castle to give them a piece of his mind.