Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140918005000/@comment-5543592-20140920033328

Eogan walked along side Brihanna as they bound and shoved along. He didn't say a word, but just wanted to be near her.

The group was tied up and lead towards the Oblivion gate. Near it was Anaril standing at a table gazing over a war map. He looked up at the approaching group a smile on his face, although no one could see it. Anaril was still clad in the elven armor from before, including the helmet. He obviously didn't like showing any skin. Another man was at the table, an Imperial, but his back was to the group.

"Excellent!" Anaril sounded very excited. "Send the rest of the troops at the city.  By the end of the week Cyrodiil will be ours.  Then all that is left is Skyrim..." Emrey furrowed his brow, wondering what Anaril's aim was.

But, before he could come to any conclusions, the Thalmor approached Emrey, whose eyes locked with Anaril.

"I have to say, this I didn't see coming.  Showing up in a war machine?  A little hypocritical of you, don't you think?  Destroy one Siege Crawler just to make another.  I'll rectify that.  But first..." He punched Emrey hard across the face with his guantleted fist. Emrey's whole body twisted to the side and he stumbled backwards, almost losing his balance since had no control over his arms. A Thalmor seized him from behind and shoved the Nord forward.

"That's for almost screwing up my plans." Anaril waved his hand.

"Put them in a cart and send them to the desert.  I don't want them to be a problem anymore.