Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24.193.16.121-20140104221608/@comment-24380633-20140125174722

Tribune Rexus Verdiccie was roving back and forth at the Republic Camp stationed near Red Mountain. The Tribune thinks to himself, 'How could such a thing happen? Two against two hundred fifty? Perhaps that old mage was right? Was our target using the magic left behind by the now destroyed Heart to make himself stronger? No. Impossible. The Heart was destroyed by that Nerevarine, according to the crazy Dunmer at least. The Heart is gone so the magic is gone. By the holy name of Magnus. What are we going to do?'

Many of the survivors were crying and the Tribune was irritated. "What is wrong with you cowards?" the Tribune shouts, "I saw you running away from the two just because they were scary and were using black magic. There were men who slapped Arkay and ran into the jaws of Oblivion and came out without a scratch. You disgrace the holy names of Talos and Reman by running away from two men. Did you see what our Commander did today? Instead of running away like a pussy, he ran straight for the Daedra. Late Legate Falx Amelis will be the one praised by Talos and Reman, not you, filthy animals. You're probaly wondering why I ordered a full retreat. It's because I couldn't risk having you all killed. Get your things ready! We're heading to Red Mountain in a couple hours."

"And Cero wants us to go to Akavir when we can't kill two men. What an idiot!" a Republic Guard rants to himself.