Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140629123924/@comment-24449631-20140630095619

The sound of leather boots quick marching through the halls of the white-gold tower seemed to somehow signal bad news.

Commodore of the fleet Julian Marcus seemed to be absolutely livid as he grumbled his way to the elder council meeting room.

a guard saw the man approach and in a feeble attempt to calm him down, went to stand in front of him.

"Sir, there is a mee-" The Imperial guardsman was shut up, as he was pushed aside by the commodore.

"Out of my way, that bloody crowd in there has some explaining to do!"

The doors flung right open as Marcus barged right in.

"What was all that about?!"

Venoratti, and the others of the council looked at the angry officer who had just walked in.

"What?" Venoratti asked a bit confused, not seeing any problems he could've caused.

"Mournhold ofcourse!"

"Need I remind you gentlemen that the use of airial weapons was forbidden, after the burning of Alinor?!"

The council remained silent. letting the commodore rant out.

"Not to mention the greenlight for using Beamanic energy B4. That's way too dangerous! Our fleet won't even get out of there in time! They'd be blasted away!"

The council still remained silent.

"DO YOU HAVE NO SHAME?!" Julian shouted, as it echoed through the meeting hall.

"tch... Unbelievable..." he eventually muttered.

Venoratti looked up.

"hmm, Marco... Are you a patriot?"

"Yes, of course. But I cannot condone such actions sir! They are illegal and-"

"Says who?" Venoratti stood up.

"A thin piece of paper made ten years ago? Hah, are you really that naive, commodore... It's war. Things like this happen."

"You mean the obliteration of a whole Royal city?"

"Yes." Venoratti wasn't going to be morally tricked.

"For godsake! listen to yourself! This isn't about the empire anymore! It's about people! Stop thinking as if it's some sort of... industrial machine!" Commodore had to somehow keep his tears in check.

"I... I mean..." He looked at his superior.

"Admiral...

Please... Do something..."

Admiral Kristo didn't even dignify that with a look at the poor commodore, instead he just kept looking down at his documents.

"Soldier, we will reunite tamriel... Not matter what, your sobbing isn't going to stop that. Like the great Tiber Septim himself once did, when the whole of Tamriel is united under one banner we are strong! Don't you see?!"

The commodore sighed.

"We will pay for this... Believe me... We will."

He turned and walked away.