Valenwood

The Thalmor forces, now organised, charged the imperial line, hoping to break it to stop the rain of death from the archers in the tree's. The few archer the Thalmor had left fired arrows towards the tree line, hoping to hit what they thought a large bosmer force in the trees. The Thalmor soldiers and battlemages approached the line, and the legionaries raised their Javelins into the air, before tossing them forwards. The powerful javelins flew through the air, and more of the Thalmor fell. A second rain of Javelins as the Thalmor approached, and more fell dead, the Javelins smashing through shield and armour and flesh. The legionnaires held up their shields and kept their swords at the ready, preparing for the Thalmor attacks on the wall. The Thalmor soldiers smashed against it like water upon rock, and as swords clashed against shield the legionnaires returned the blows, engaging in back and forth sword fighting with the Thalmor, as the Thalmor battle mages launched their magic. The Imperial battlemages revealed themselves, and threw silence spells at the Thalmor negating their magic. The Thalmor mages drew their swords and charged into the fray. And as they did, the light legionaries who had been lying in wait rose, charing past their heavy armoured comrades and adding their numbers to the fray. Shocked by the sudden appearance of even more soldiers, stacking the odds further against them, the Thalmor broke and routed. The horsemen rode out, darting towards the Thalmor archers, hacking any in their path to death as the mages riding with them slung spells at the enemy lines. Many of the Thalmor were butchered was they retreated, the imperial legion seemed all too glad to take revenge on the Thalmor for all they had done. Finally, what was left of the Thalmor was surrounded, and they were captured by the legion. The legate rode forwards to the cheers of his men holding the Thalmor flag high in the air as it slowly burnt, before tossing it to the ground and turning to his men "This is a heroic victory, truly worthy of our arms! When what's left of the Thalmor in Valenwood see the mess we have made of their largest force here in Valenwood, let their hearts be frozen with fear, and may the NINE divines deliver us to glory!" He yelled, then turned his head to the standard bearer "Fly our colours!"

Then a messenger rode im, over the bloody fields of corpses, and called out to the legate "Message for you, air!" He yelled, as rode up and handed the letter to the Legate who opened it up and quickly read over if. He rode back towards the thicket, handing it to one of the Bosmer
"Deliver this to your keeper, the fate of Elsweyr, your trading partner depends on it"

[i] Legate Caius,

You must, with due haste, convince the Bosmer Keeper to embargo all trade from the south of Elsweyr while stepping up trade with the north. There is a rebellion brewing in the south, and we must not allow them to continue to arm themselves for if they do all hopes for a peaceful resolution is vain. The only way to do this is to kill their trade

Faithfully
Governor-Militant Alexander [/i]

Imperial City

The Guard delivered it straight to the high chancellor, who read over it. He stroked his chin, considering what the Emperor might wish and what was good for the Empire. There could surely be no harm in attending? He handed the letter to another councillor, who read over it. Slowly, he rose from his chair
"I shall attend personally" The old councillor said "Guardsmen, summon my carriage and escourt, we leave at once to pounce upon this opportunity"