Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140509202753/@comment-24218133-20140601204950

(Nice! But Joseph, unfortunately, I checked, and "Mo" is not a lore-friendly prefix for a khajiit name, however "M" or "Ma" is. Or we could just roll with it =/)

"Sotha's ours!" Jirrud shouted to the remaining 672 Threax soldiers. They cheered and raised their glorious weapons. His growing Saxhleel Empire now had Black Marsh, the Isles of Cathnoquey, Ynslea and Esroniet, and now southern Morrowind.

"And you... Dunmer... You will be slaves to me. Mine us all of your Ebony, grow us food in the fertile soil of Morrowind, and serve our soldiers. Eventually, all of Morrowind will do the same... Just like you did with us." Jirrud said to the Administrator of Sotha Sil.

Jirrud turned to Nershiud. "We'll leave Vvardenfell alone though... We don't want to mess with that place. Yet. When we have the major city of Tear, Turn our attention to aiding the Thetrician Empire against the Dominion. Once that's dealt with... You know the rest."

Nershiud smiled to himself. "All this Ebony, and with Hist sap for your argonians... The Threax legion will be literally unstoppable." He said in a low tone.

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Mornwen sat on a cliff in the West weald, looking at the view, where she could see all the way to Skingrad. The hideout of the firedawn were a few hundred meters behind her, hidden in a lush valley.