[center][b]Inside Bruma, City Square[/b][/center]

The mass of people gathered in the city centre was even more intimidating than Eugain believed it would be. He made his way up the terraced steps outside the chapel, coming to rest behind an altar which he had drug out himself the night prior. He faced the people, wondering at a moment whether or not he would be able to complete this task.

[i]"No. I must."[/i] Eugain steadied himself, stepping up to the pew, and addressed the people before him...

"Men and women of Bruma, Man and Mer alike, I come before you this morn with heavy heart bearing news from the south." Eugain averted his eyes momentarily from the crowd, a lump rising in his throat. He shook the feeling from his mind, and faced the people once more. "Above the Imperial City, a phenomenon of unknown origin has torn the sky asunder. Much like the Oblivion Crisis of times past, we now face a foe of whom we know nothing." Not a movement nor a sound could be detected in the miniscule pause Eugain took now. Looks of worry furrowed the brows of the many citizens stood before him.

"It is with regret that I inform you, the White Tower has been taken. Its once-shimmering facade now drips black with the inky darkness left in the wake of these monstrosities. Many men and women have died." Eugain steeled himself against the gasps of horror and the many curses that now emanated from the congregation.

[i]"What will we do?! What of our homes, our children!?"[/i]
[i]"By the Eight, the strife never ends..."[/i]
[i]"Shor's Bones, what a mess..."[/i]
[i]"And what would the Legion do about it!?"[/i]

Eugain raised his voice. "Please, we must collectively take reign of our emotions! Now is not the time to break nor blame, but the time to band together for the good of all Cyrodiil- nay, all of Tamriel!" The cacophony slowed to a halt, leaving silence in its wake. Once more, the people's attention rested on the Priest. "Hearken back to the Oblivion Crisis. Did we, as men, give up then? Did Skyrim cower when the Dragons of Old sprang once more to life among them? [i]No![/i] They rose! They fought! They protected their lands with their very [i]lives![/i] With pride, and with honor, they wrenched shut the jaws of Oblivion, and brought the mighty Eater of Worlds, Alduiin, toppling from the sky!"

Passion enveloped Eugain, his voice growing louder and more frantic as he spoke. He now took less of a resemblance to a priest, seeming almost to act as a military leader. He slammed his fists upon the wooden altar in front of him, calling out a rallying cry to those who were watching.

"Come, people of Bruma! Steel your hearts! Stand strong amongst the trials we face now, for the Divines will surely grant us guidance through the storm! We must believe that we, the many Peoples of Tamriel, will weather this torrent and come out victorious, our Capital reclaimed, our People strong as the mighty stone beneath our feet!"

"Answer me this, Bruma! Will you flee? Or will you [i]FIGHT?![/i]"