Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140918005000/@comment-5543592-20140920013159

(Nothing?  Okay moving along...)

The Crawler eventually reached a clearing, upon which they could see, about a hundred meters away, the Thalmor camp.

"This is too easy." Muttered Emrey. The camp looked peaceful. Just a few elves milling around a large conjugation of tents. The Crawler inched closer. And closer. Until they were literally on top of the camp. Emrey was about to give the order to open fire and decimate the area when something struck him, not literally of course. Why hadn't they been noticed? The elves were minding their own buisness when a behemoth of a machine was literally right in front of them. He forced the Crawler forward a few more steps. Something seemed to break around them, like they were passing through a magical barrier. And straight into the heart of Oblivion itself. The camp had all been a conjuration of powerful illusion magic, the source of which was no longer a mystery. Thalmor marched all over, all dressed in Daedric armor, many more than intel had suggested. Numbers had estimatd a little less than hundred Thalmor would be left. This looked like more than twice that.

Intel dropped the shitting ball. We walked right into their hole.

But that wasn't the disturbing part. The awful part was the amount of Daedra there, intermingling with the Thalmor. Kynvals, Xivilais, all kinds of Dremora. And they weren't just standing around. They were training the Thalmor, literally teaching them how to fight like a Dremora. The obvious source to the Thalmor's superiority. It was probably easy to win at a fight when you were getting one-on-one sessions with gods.

And, to top it off, right smack in the middle of everything was a giant, active, Oblivion gate.

"Shor, Akatosh, Kyne... what is this?" Muttered Emrey with a gaping mouth. Suddenly, he felt like his little tank was signifigantly less powerful.