Imperial Palace

The messenger was guided to the Emperor, who was preparing to leave already by carriage with an escort of his 'Blades' on horseback. He looked to the Khajiit as he stepped down from his carriage and took the message and broke the seal, opening it and reading it, frowning as he did. The Master and Commander of the Blades rode around, speaking
"Emperor Triarius, Sir, the Convoy is ready to..." The Master and Commander paused, examining the Khajiit. The Emperor passed the letter to the Master and Commander who read over it quickly "It'll be a miracle if our forces can get there in time, it's leagues away." The master and commander exclaimed as he handed the letter back to the Emperor
"Even if I send our fastest riders we will be hard pressed to get there in time!" The Emperor said with a shake of his head, turning to the Imperial Legion soldier who had been escorting him to the carriage "Auxiliary, inform Legate Hadvar that I require four of his fastest mounted legionnaires to head South to Elsweyr post haste. On the path from Orcrest to Corinthe they will find a Khajiit caravan, they must be there before noon tomorrow."
"Yes my lord!" The Auxiliary said, as he took the letter from the Emperor and gave a quick salute before dashing off, the Emperor turned his gaze towards the Khajiit "Return to your lord, tell him we will send our aide the fastest we can." The Emperor climbed back into the carriage "Ride!" He yelled, and the carriage pulled away, the blades racing along side it.

Valenwood

"I see, I'm certain the Emperor will want to open negotiations when this is all over. For now, I will return to Cyrodiil. Good luck, Keeper, but I have no doubt you will succeed" The Messenger said, turning and dashing off through the green foliage again, heading up north once more