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Tomas activated the transmitter.

"General Weltrod?" He held his face close to it and spoke.

"Tomas?!" Replied the General's bewildered voise.

"There is an army of automatons headed for the Academy, you must evacuate.  Do not approach Markarth.  The army will be headed there next."

"Understood.  Are you safe?"

"Yes, we're all fine here.  We will rendevouz with you at Old Hroldan Inn."

"Alright.  Someone will be by for you then."

Thus, an hour after this conersation, when Tomas and comrades had headed south, the automaton army descended upon the Academy to find it: empty. However, as they were synthetics, the army was unphased, and continued onto Markarth. The battle was horrendous. The majority of Markarth's outer wall was destroyed. The Markarth guard was devasted. By the end of the fight it was street to street fighting. For the majoirty of it, and it lasted for hours, it appeared the machines would win, but the organics were victorious. And while it was sure to strike a signifcant blow to the Conscious, this victory came at a terrible cost. The lives of much of the population of Markarth. The following day. whatever occupants remained in the ruined city, fled for Solitude. Upon their arrival, a Century was sent south to occupy and began repairs on Makarth.