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[I]With Akatosh as my witness, let him testify with me that Tiberius was not a man, but Talos reborn: a living god.

We could dream that he could level mountains or flood valleys with the will of his voice, but the reality was greater than even those. The Living God showed those heathen elves the true power of the Empire, of unity and duty, and of destiny. His voice was greater than that of the thundering shouts of the Nordic stormlords, and his will was stronger than that of a dozen-many dragons. It was only god-given that he wore the mantle of Emperor. And for even just his indomitable determination to defeat the Dominion was enough for a score many legions of men to follow his beck and call that could only possibly mean victory for us all.

However, Ceyledon was only the beginning, and only made easy by the complacency of Elven egocentrism. Let me tell you now of the struggles Tiberius and his armies faced in Grimmvale...[/I]

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[I]Date - 2nd Winter's Grace (August), Year 48 of the 2nd Era
Time - 8:58 AM, Morndas, Morning
Location - Province of Grimmvale, Fort Caraculus, Border of Ceyledon[/I]
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"Archers...! LOOSE ARROWS!"[/b] The Eldar Captain bellowed. His very call manipulated the sudden release of many arrows, the noise of bowstrings flicking forward like a viper echoed in the air. Arrows flew into the morning sky, the arrowtips shining in the light of the young sun as the turned to fall towards their marks. 
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"Hoplites! Form testudo!"[/b] The Imperial Centurion commanded amongst his men, and they all obeyed immediately. Suddenly, the enemy formation had become a giant tortoise of shields and spears. The arrows pelted the formation to no successful avail, and the archers were ready to fire once more. 
[b]"Aim for the gaps, do not let them advance!" [/b]The Eldar Captain commanded of his archers. "Sentinels! Prepare for attack!" He ordered the infantry of the elves, who eagerly brandished their glaives. 

The arrows kept coming, bouncing off shields in most cases and in others punching through slightly. But no matter how many volleys landed upon the walking fortress, none of their inhabitants were injured.
[b]"Ready the ladders!"[/b] The Imperial Centurion ordered once they were next to the wall. 
[b]"Move to the edge, don't let them climb up!" [/b]The Eldar Captain ordered. His Elven soldiers did as they were told even before the order was given, stepping forward to have the better shot and drop on the Imperials. 

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Close to the area of battle and concealed amongst the trees, a small group of troops watched. Among them was a man donned in the most perfectly-smithed armour that was ornamented to an extent of godlike. He stood at their head, watching the battle carefully.
[b]"Hold..."[/b] The man went on with his hand held aloft. The men waited attentively for that one order. [b]"... Hold..." [/b]The man continued. He took a breath, and saw the opportunity as the men assaulting the fort began to climb. [b]"NOW!"[/b] The man ordered. Not even reaction time made to delay his command, and on the instant the ballistae fired their shots at the enemy.

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A score two dozen Elves were impaled by only four simple yet deadly ballista bolts, shocking the Dominion forces. Even the Eldar Captain was too lost for words, and the hesitation of fear allowed the men to quickly ascend the walls. By the time the Elves realized what had just happened, the Imperials had already brought their tortoise formation to them. There was no stopping them now. 

The Elves fought back, but were quickly overwhelmed by a wave of righteous men of the Empire, and once the leader was too felled and the rest forced into submission, the Imperials raised their flag high and proud over the battlements of Fort Caraculus. 

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In the distance, the man smiled with satisfaction.

He was no other than the rumoured Tiberius Azklan himself.