Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140330230839/@comment-5543592-20140402012541

(I can't resist any longer.)

The Valenwood forces reached the battle, just as Daithi predicted, after the start of the battle.

"We're too late." Said Valuril sadly.

"On the contrary.  We're just in time."

Daithi steered his tiger around to look out over his collected army. He was about to lose his voice.

“I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. That a day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends, and break all bonds of fellowship. It is this fate, I solemnly assure you, that I dread for you, when the time comes that you make your reckoning, and realize that there is no longer anything that can be done. May you never find yourselves, men and women of Tamriel, in such a position!" He paused a moment.  "Yet in any case, it were better to die ten thousand deaths, than to do anything out of servility towards Mannimarico or to sacrifice any of those who speak for your good. A noble recompense did the people of the Imperial City receive, for entrusting themselves to Novo, and thrusting the Empire aside!"  His voice was scratchy.  "They are slaves, scourged and butchered! It is folly, and it is cowardice, to cherish hopes like these, to give way to evil counsels, to refuse to do anything that you should do, to listen to the advocates of the enemy’s cause, and to dream that you dwell in so great a city that, whatever happens, you will not suffer any harm! All I see before me are great warriors, willing to fight and die for a cause they may not fully understand. But there is plenty reason for us to charge these walls, to throw down the monster that is Mannimarico. However, if you should find yourself alone, running through sunlit jungles and quiet fields do not fear, for you are in Aetherius and you are already dead!”

There was some surprised laughter at Daithi's last sentence but otherwise general cheering.

Daithi steered his tiger back around. The army split in half. They took positions on higher ground across a thin body of water. They drew bows and took aim at Mannimarico's forces.

"Volley!" Roared multiple Bosmeri commanders at once.

Hundreds of twangs sounded as an unncountable amount of arrows soared down upon Mannimarico's flanks, causing chaos.

"Khajiit!" The Khajiit warriors formed up into professional ranks. They were equipped with some the scariest and deadlist looking weapons and armor.

"Charge!" With a ear-splitting, terrifying war cry, and as the warriors poured down upon the undead army's flanks.

(I wripped off two movies in this speech.  If you name them you get a prize.)