Imperial Palace, Imperial City, Cyrodiil.

The messenger bowed and nodded as the Emperor rode away. "Safe Travels, My Emperor!" He yelled as he started his journey back to Elsweyr as fast as his feet would take him.

***Three or four Hours later***

The Mane's Palace, Torval, Elsweyr.

"My Mane," Ab'Farahn said "The messenger as returned."
"Bring him in! Now!" Replied Ab'kar. "Did you make it?! Does he know?! Will they come?!" Asked Ab'kar quickly.
"Many questions my Mane..." Replied the messenger, Ma'far, as he panted "Ma'far will answer all.... I made it... He knows... They will come... Well, they will try... If they are not already there... Which I currently doubt they are... It may be possible... They will be on their way..." Ma'far finished.
"Good, Go now Ma'far. Ab'kar gives you leave. Go rest." replied Ab'kar.
"Thank you my Mane." Ma'far retired to rest.

"They best make it here in time, my Mane. Ab'Farahn is worried." Ab'Farahn said.
"Let's hope they do." replied Ab'kar.
"They could do who knows what with that equipment. We need it."
"Then let us hope they do not acquire it. Ab'Farahn, Send the few ill equipped men we do have, and yourself, to help the Emperors men."
"Yes, my Mane."
"May the gods watch over them..."

Ab'Farahn went to the barracks of Torval, yelling orders as he went through. Ab'Farahn mounted his horse and marched the men to path between Orcrest and Corinthe. The men were equipped with tatted leather armor, except for the few who had managed to acquire Elven armor from the dead Thalmor from the past few years (and even that was damaged), and old, rusted Iron swords and bows. At least the arrows were undamaged. They had scavenged the few supplies they could from the revolt against the Aldmeri Dominion. Sadly, That was not much. Ab'Farahn wore a custom made set of armor made from scraps of Leather, Iron, and Elven armor, and wore a Sabre-toothed cat's skin around his neck. He was equipped with a heavy Elven Warhammer. The army, if you could even call it that, it was more like a band of ill equipped adventurers, rode towards their destination.

***1-2 Hours later***

Near the path between Orcrest and Corinthe.

The Khajiits had arrived near the path. They hid behind a canyon, so they would not give there position away to the plotting bandits. "Let's hope the Imperials arrive here soon." Said Ab'Farahn.

***30 minutes later***

Suddenly, the Khajjits were attacked by a small portion of the bandits. As Ab'Farahn heard the battle cries coming from over a nearby hill, he turned his head, and to his shock a group of bandits flooded over the hill. The bandit group consisted of four swordsmen and two archers, While the Khajiit forces consisted of 10 ill equipped archers, 6 ill equipped swordsmen and Ab'Farahn. The archers loosed their bows and one of the arrows hit the corner of Ab'Farahn's left eye, and the other killed one of the Khajiit's swordsmen. Ab'Farahn screamed in pain, and was suddenly overcome in rage. The arrow fell from his eye to the floor. Luckly, the arrow did not do any major damage, and had just damaged his eyesight. "Bastard!" He yelled, as he charged up the hill toward the archers. He smashed one skull with his Warhammer and dived onto the other, who had hit him. He smashed the others skull in several times, before finally stamping on his face... Well the face that was now a pile of crushed bones, and blood. The Khajiits had managed to kill the four swordsmen, but lost a few men. The Khajiits lost three archers and two swordsmen. "Scavenge all the gear you can from our men and their men!" Yelled Ab'Farahn as blood poured from his eye "We will bury our loses later." The Khajiit men started to scavange all the equipment they could, equipping themselves with the better gear, saying their goodbyes and giving their respects as they did. "These men were too skilled to be ordinary bandits... Something is up..." Whispered Ab'Farahn "Ab'Farahn is worried.". Ab'Farahn picked up piece of cloth and folded it around his head, covering the corner of his left eye, as a bandage. "Men!" He yelled "let us move! More will come to discover what has happened soon. Let us find a new place to take up hold!".