Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24376253-20140817142759/@comment-18750685-20140819222558

( I think it would be best to hold off the Adventurers until Skyrims returns. )

Saren looked confused, for a moment. His time in the Empire filled itself with gross defeats and mountains of corpses, but never mass graves. All soldiers his special 'recovery' team found received honours and commendations. Titus even donated generous grieving leighs to families of deceased Légionnaires. While others fought against Elven supremacy and protected their homes, Saren, Tacitus, Valentia and Aval Fatheron -- the only other member of the execution squad spared another day -- assembled gored bodies and burnt-out carcasses.

Saren never grew used to the stentch. Eventually, all four fought in the Battle of Kvatch, holding off an entire Altmeri regiment with no support or reinforcements whatsoever for eight continuous hours. As soon as all civilians escaped unscathed, Saren and company were re-instated into the Fourt Legion, long before Tullius became its General.

''Tullius. I knew the man since he enlisted. Damn good soldier. There weren't two like him.'' He thought in fond nostalgia.

''Only Aval remains, now. Former Penitus Oculatus posted in Cheydinhal. Murdered his Legate for abandonning civilians within the city. Honourable Dunmer, but years changed him. War... the only thing that welcomes you beleiving in something, and leave questionning everything. I can't even count how many good, noble men and women I saw war twist into murderous monsters. I cannot exclude myself, either.''

"Are your men truly dying by such catastrophic numbers?"