Valenwood

The Legate and his forces ground to a halt on the command, being yelled down the line by various officers, as the Keeper arrived. Legate Barus looked to the keeper in confusion before speaking "Is there something you need, noble Keeper?" He asked

Cyrodiilic Disconnect

The Emperor, upon hearing news of this new disease and it's effects, decides that now would not, in fact, be a very good time for a disease epidemic and instead sends word to the Arcane university and to alchemists across the land, stating that the Empire will pay whoever finds the cure for the disease handsomely.

Orsinium

Agnar and his small group of body guards have arrived at Orsinium to meet the Orcs, he had to admit that the Orcs were brave to start a city here between Skyrim and Hammerfell, but he supposed they had no where else to go. Disembarking from his horse, he and his body guards proceed towards the city of Orsinium and call out with a request for the gates to be opened and let them in
"We're from the Empire, we were told to send an Emissary here after the Summit!"

Imperial City

The Emperor sat at the desk, reading over the letter from the Count of Leyawiin, talking of the Maormer. Was this some form of joke? He would have thought so, had the Count not sent some alien chitin jewellery up with the letter to prove his point. Could it be from Pyandonea? Why had they resurfaced now, was this some turning point... Did they want to take Tamriel still, or did they have less nefarious and more friendly intentions? He placed the letter down on the desk, turning and walking to the map of Nirn on the wall behind him, looking to the island of Pyandonea below Tamriel. Stories told tales of endless riches, sea serpents and alien ships. A strong ally, and a terrifying opponent. Which side would it take, if any? It was a wild card in the equation for sure, one that could potentially be a gamble... with potentially great payoff.

He looked over the map again, observing his Empire. Mede had lost Skyrim, he had gained Elsweyr. Not a grand trade... he needed to convince Skyrim to come back, the Nords and the Imperials always had been great when united together, ever since the days of Tiber Septim.
But he could not turn a blind eye to the atrocities of the Stormcloak uprising, the death of Tullius and the... 'disappearances' of opponents to the High King that he suspected were political purges. No, after all that he couldn't just take them even if they did want to come back to the Empire, in addition to the usual treaties and agreements and negotiations there would likely have to be talks of the Stormcloak rebellion and it's ills.

There was a knock on the door, and Gaius called out for whoever it was to enter. The door creaked open and a proud looking man with eager brown eyes and dark short dark hair, wearing Imperial Legate armour with his helmet in hand, stepped through. Raising his hand to his chest in salute
"Tribune Crassus" Gaius said with a smile
"My Emperor, the guardsmen report that a Redguard has just been granted access to the city, he has come to talk about the agreement made by Councillor Albuttian at the Summit." The Tribune said, lowering his hand from his chest
"Have the Watch bring him to the Palace, I shall be down to meet with him shortly" Gaius said, turning back to the map on the wall. The Tribune nodded
"Yes My Emperor" He said, as he turned and marched out the room, dispatching two palace guards to bring Ciralen to the palace