White Gold Tower "The War Room"

The Emperor Triarius stood, leaning over the map of Tamriel as his military, political and financial advisors argued in a deafening voice over the next move. The shook his head slowly and raised, letting out a booming shout "Silence!" And with that word the room fell silent. He pointed to Valenwood on the map as his voice returned to normal "As we speak I have sent a rider south, with hopes he will slip through the border and deliver my proposition to the Bosmer. Once we smash what is left we turn our gaze to the Summerset isles..."
"Their navy is unstoppable! There is no way we would ever be able to land and invasion force and..." General Marcus Triarius, the Emperors Brother began, but was cut off by the Emperor again
"What if we didn't fight it? If we land a small group upon the island, they might be able to move unnoticed. They slip into the shipyards of the elves, and set the ships alight while they are docked."
"Are you insane? I mean... with all respect, my Emperor, they'll get caught and slaughtered for sure" Admiral Vici said, shaking his head slowly
"If we try to fight their fleet we'll be caught and slaughtered anyway." The Emperor said with a sigh, moving his finger across the map to High Rock "If we manage to sink as many of the Elven ships as we can in their harbours, we can call upon our friends in High Rock and our... acquaintances in Hammerfell. If we secure assistance then we might be able to take on the damaged Thalmor navy and land an invasion force upon Summerset isles"
"My lord, even if we do land our forces it would be an uphill struggle to secure them."
"More like an uphill struggle carrying the bones of a Dragon"
"Exactly my lord! We simply cannot do it"
"Tiber Septim did." The General cut back in
"But we do not have Tiber Septim!" The Admiral smashed his hand against the table
"No, but he is on our side. Talos favours the races of men, we will have his blessing" The General said with a grin, folding his arms
"But..."
"Talos is a god, Admiral, there is no point in pretending otherwise because the Altmer will it. Think about it, why would they try so hard to stop Talos worship if he isn't a god? Wouldn't they simply laugh at our blindness instead? Why do the shrines of Talos grant us blessings? Tiber Septims spirit runs through the world, Admiral, like the other Eight Divines" The General glanced to the Emperor "Am I right, my lord?"
"It doesn't matter, unless Talos plans to materialize and stomp the Altmer for us. We can't charge into battle hoping a divine will save us, we need strategy, tactics and manpower... Which is why we need the other races of men to stand beside us"
"And how do you plan to do that? The Nords and the Redguards distrust us... maybe even outright hate us... and the Bretons are too busy fighting each other to bother with the Thalmor" The Admiral shook his head again with a sigh
"They'll stand with us. The Thalmor will take this time to build up their strength, then they will sweep across Tamriel. How do you think they are going to treat the Redguards for all the soldiers they lost in that war? How about the Nords for driving out the Justicars? They'll stand with us, they may not like it but I think they will" The Emperor turned to the Admiral "Admiral, get me the smallest and fastest ship in the Empire that you can find, General get me your best battlemages, preferably Mer so they can fit in"
"As you wish." The two said, and turned to leave the 'War Room'. The Emperor sighed and lent over the map. Trouble lay ahead, he could feel it. The people of Cyrodiil seemed united behind him, but if it came to total war against the Thalmor, would that be enough? Would he be able to get the Redguards and Nords to support him? Would the Bretons be too busy slaughtering each other? First step first. He turned his head and called out, the Blade 'Master and Commander' nodded as his emperor summoned him
"I need the Blades ready, I intend to travel to High Rock, I will have need of their fleets"
"I will inform your Blades, my lord"

Valenwood

The messenger, a wood elf, raced through the woods. He had been careful to ensure that he looked as close to the native elves of Valenwood as possible, removing his imperial clothing and donning that more akin to what was worn by Bosmer Hunters. The message was tucked neatly into his clothing, out of sight, as he searched far and wide for the Bosmer 'Keeper', all while avoiding the Thalmor who would surely cut his throat if they discovered he was working for the Empire. He slowed as he heard an arrow fly overhead and ducked, moving slowly through the green foliage as he watched a Bosmer jump from a tree and set upon an Elk. He grimaced, he had never agreed with that... he had been born and raised in Cyrodiil, after all. It took him a few moments to recognise the Keeper from the description he had been given, and he moved from the tree line "Psst... You there! You're the Keeper of Valenwood aren't you? I'm with the Penitus Oculatus" He whispered, as he approached slowly "I bring a message... From the Emperor." The messenger extended his hand to give it to the Keeper

[i] To the Keeper of Valenwood

We may not have the best relations, I respect that. I also respect your views on the woods and your pacifism
But there comes a time when all must stand and fight against a common enemy. We both know what the Altmer will do to your woods one day, when they need more timber for their ships. They will hack them all down and kill your forests. If they are given time, they will ride across Tamriel and crush the other races. Whether our suffering worries you or not, your trade will certainly be hit. If you secede from the Aldmeri Dominion, however, and toss the Thalmor out of your lands and join the Empire, then I can lift the restrictions on your trade with Elsweyr. Once you are no longer serving with my political enemy, I will no longer have to restrict imports and exports, giving a major boost to your economy as a result. 
All I ask in return is that you secede from the Aldmeri Dominion and join us. We will not effect your way of life, you will receive the same agreement we signed with Elsweyr. I give you my word that we will respect your beliefs and your government will not be changed, you will gain free trade with every other province in the Empire, you will have self governance and I will station Imperial Legion troops to help defend you from invasion should you ever be threatened. In return you must abide by Imperial law, except where concessions are made as part of the agreement (IE: The protection of your forests, legality of Moonsugar and Skooma) and swear fealty to the Empire.
While you may be Elves like the Altmer, I think you have more in common with the Khajiit and as a result the Empire than you do with the racist Aldmeri Dominion. Unlike the Altmer, who stand high and mighty, you live as one with the land. The Thalmor think the Altmer the superior race, when in reality no race is better than the others. We are all different but we are all equal. I trust you will do the right thing for both your people and all of Tamriel.

Yours faithfully
Emperor Gaius Triarius the First

Post Scriptum; Please destroy this letter when you have given your response to my messenger[/i]