Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24376253-20140817142759/@comment-18750685-20140818011953

''Saren rounded up about nine Thalmor spies. Some of them Khajiit, others Bosmer, and a sole Altmer. The Imperials Archers lined up and readied their bow while the Dunmer observed quietly, enraged and full of hatred.''

''General Pollus died before they even reached their destination. A Sabre Tooth Cat claimed his life beneath a black sky sparkled in stars and twin moons. Two bitemarks traversing his left thigh, artery cut and bones shattered. Survival, at this point, seemed impossible. Rather than let him bleed as his life ebb away before Saren's eyes, the latter stabbed his commanding officer in the heart at his own request. An easier death.''

"Sir, what shall we do? We've order to incarcerate them."

"For what? So they can berated somewhat, then released once the war is over? No. They cost over two hundred good, brave soldiers in our last assault. Tacitus and I are the only survivors of this massacre Titus would have us call the Battle of Anvil. Don't make me order you, Valentia."

''Tacitus and Saren interacted, fought and drank like brothers. Inseperable until death itself ascended from the Deadlands and reaped their soul. If anyone understood Saren's twisted morals and alien logic, it was Tacitus.''

"Ready. Set... fire!"