Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140812170152/@comment-5543592-20140820164116

Somewhere in South Cyrodiil...

"Commander Anaril, sir." The Altmer looked up for his desk to look at his kinsman who had just entered. He was sweating, probably having run in from the woods. It was quite the walk, and even more tiring when running in full combat gear. Anaril took a moment to take in his subordinate's outfit:  his own handy work. Using the memories of the Deep One, aquired through the use jabbing that fancy crystal of his into the Dremora's brain, made it easier to unlock the secrets of Oblivion than most scholars on the subject would have like to let on. Convincing Dagon to supply them was even easier. Although he undoubtly had his own ideas when it came to conquering Tamriel, for now he played the part of the unwitting ally.

"Yes, what is it,"  Anaril indentifed the rank of the soldier in front of him,  "Guardian?"

"Our inside source has confirmed that, as you predicted, the Empire dispatched a task force to respond to our threat.  They appearently are actively trying to create an arsenal of their own."

Anaril waved his hand dismissively. The final nail had been put in the Empire's coffin long ago. He was more concerned who was making up the task force.

"Who do we have on it?"

"That's what General Undilaril wanted me to see you about.  He complied a list of the agents along with their weaknesses.  Here it is." The soldier held out a document to Anaril, which he took and set on the table. He already begun to read the first couple words and was liking what he was seeing. In fact, he was so wrapped up in designing a diabolical scheme that he forgot to dismiss the Thalmor soldier in front of him.

"Uh, sir?"

"What?  Oh, get out of here."