Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140615080921/@comment-12599067-20140617174759

Caedes, who had insisted that he personally lead the attack on the Imperial City and had carried Molag Bal's standard all the way up to the White-Gold Tower, stood overlooking the top of the city from the balcony the Emperor had once stood upon, surveying the Daedric forces below as they mopped up the last of the mess. Soldiers and civilians alike were dragged from buildings and slain on the streets, leaving them stained with a red color not unlike that of the former Imperial banners, which had since been replaced with that of Molag's.

Caedes took a deep breath and let it out, taking in the smells of ash and blood as he overlooked the city. The Emperor had already been moved to the Imperial Prison at Caedes' request, along with the Empress. If they had children, they must have escaped, because Caedes hadn't seen them amongst the carnage. Not that it really mattered, anyways. They were only children, they wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

The thought of children turned his mind to Skyrim, and he turned his gaze northwards to the homeland of the Nords. He wondered if his siblings had conquered the Nords already. He knew that Medora and her brother (whose name he could never remember) had been assigned the task of taking control of Skyrim, but somehow, he didn't really think they'd actually finish the job for some time. Not that that mattered, either. They were in no rush.