Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140205203111/@comment-24449631-20140207140150

Before the storm.
Cheydinhal’s mage community has been celebrating its victory over the imperial legions since yesterday. Magical treats and shows were given in honour pf the event while other mages stood outside guarding the town. If the empire suspected a notion of a full invasion they would’ve known by now that it wasn’t going to happen, at least not yet. Vivec was very clear that only Cheydinhal was to be liberated until further notice. It worried Asseri, the commander mage of the Morrowind forces currently stationed in Cheydinhal. The Empire wasn’t just going to sit idly by why we take their cities. They would come back, with even more power. And who knows with what technology? Since 225 all communications with the empire had been cut so news on any technological advances wouldn’t have passed on. Or they had to send spies. The only problem is that Morrowind couldn’t. Dark elves would stick out like a sore thumb. The only ones who really could were the Bretons of Highrock but they didn’t want any part in this invasion so I guess they wouldn’t share the information.

He looked up from his desk. He had been given a private quarter in one of the towers of the Castle of Cheydinhal. His room looked over the city. That had seen some steady housing expansion since 10 years ago. Mind you it still hadn’t grown outside its own walls, it would’ve been far too dangerous anyways, knowing Cheydinhal County. As he walked to the red coloured glass window of his tower he looked outside and heard music and the sound of fireworks come from east of the river banks. It was clear the celebrations were still going on. He didn’t want to think about the fact it may well have been all for nothing. The enemy had all the time in the world to regroup and re organise. Plus, they didn’t even know what weapons and technology they were going to bring with them. If they battle arrived it was going to be a fight to endure.

They weren’t fully outwitted of course. Magical barriers were placed around the area they captured and held off anything that tried to get in, question was, would it hold, because if it didn’t they would have to take on the emperors finest. Asseri took a sip from his wine. It was wine from the west weald, Tamika. It had been some time since he had drank such good wine. He himself being somewhat of a wine fanatic. He almost spilled all of it when a firework in the shape of a giant moth flew by his window. Magical fireworks always were pretty astonishing.