Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140918005000/@comment-5543592-20140919025836

The group assembled at the prison distract and were waiting around until Harridon arrived.

Eogan was watching Brihanna warily, wondering what was going on between them.

Emrey watched the bodyguard as she approached.

"Weltrod told me you're one of the best."

"No time for that now." Said the Captain, interupting any chance at conversation.

"The operation is already starting." He waved his hand for the group to follow him.

"What are you talking about?" Asked Emrey. He lead them into the prison, through the maximum security section. They entered a cell that, two hundred years ago, had been occupied by the Champion of Cyrodiil.

"The Atronach Forge you secured?  We used it to manufacture enough armor for a whole battalion of Battle-Mages.  While they won't be able to take down the Thalmor, they'll be able to provide a distraction while you all move in.  Your job is to destroy whatever manufactory they have and then get out." Explained the Captain. They took several winding turns until they entered a dark chamber. For the impression they group got, the room was giant.

"That's a lot to ask.  How are we supposed to pull it all off?"

"In this." Magelight was casted from the Captain's hand several times lighting up the room.

In the center of the Aylied stone walls the group saw an the item of glory. It was about four times the area of a carriage, and twice the height. At the top was a mounted dwarven ballista, capable of firing off three shots in under a second. The vehicle had six ebony wheels, three to a side, each of which coated in a thing layer of rubber, farmed from fields in Hammerfell. The vehicle itself was pitch black and faintly glowed red. It's body was slighty jagged and sharp. There were portholes in it's sides for mages or archers to fire out. There was a think, black-paned window in the front for whoever was steering to look through. How it ran, was anyone's guess.

"It's dangerous, unrelenting, and unforgiving.  Does hande to well, and is liable to kill anything that gets in it's way.  The scholars who worked on it called it the Imperial Crawler.  I've taken to calling it... the Ex-Wife."