[i]Grand Conference Hall, New Vivec, Vvardenfell[/i]. The Grand Councillors of Morrowind sat inside a room filled with ornate artifacts gathered by the Nerevarine during his travels in Nirn. They were all sitting in a chair positioned to make a circular formation, with the center chair being reserved for the King. They were all squabbling with each other as they wait for their liege, some talking about their conflicting agendas, while the others simple argue due to personal reasons. With the tension between the "rival" houses beginning to escalate, the door sealing the room spread apart, with a figure striding in the middle it. It was King Oravos the Nerevarine, God slayer, and Azura's favored that entered the room. The councilors immediately shut themselves and stood from their seats, hoping that their king didn't mind the hints of their arguments during his entry. "[i]Take your seats councilors, and state the business to why you've held this meeting.[/i]" Oravos said as he sat on the chair prepared for him. The councilors sat to their chairs, while one of councilors from House Dres remained standing to initiate the meeting. After saying the necessary formalities, the councilors began to flood the King with matters that never occurred to him. Some, involving personal affairs of a house, while the other, involved future plans for Morrowind. Oravos addressed each topic tossed to him, and dropped his verdict of what should be done. While all of the verdicts was just, some of the councilors couldn't help but harbor a small grudge for not being able to sway the decision done to their benefit. As the meeting was coming to an end, one of the councilors, Neloth of House Telvanni, stood up, and addressed a matter to the King that no one had the guts to ask. "My lord, I would like to confer with you as what are your plans regarding the Empire? Its been years since the Empire abandoned Morrowind, but it does not hide the possibility of them invading us again. Our agents within the Empire's ranks reveals that they've sent a messenger to our allies in Valenwood, it's unknown to us to what transpired within our ally's territories, an offer to secede from their alliance to us or an ultimatum for surrender, we are not sure." Neloth says, before sitting down. "[i]It's not the Empire that we should be worried about right now Master Neloth, its the forces on the east that we should be worried with. If what you say is true, the Empire has plans on the west not on us, if they wanted to us cut-off from our allies, they would have done it years ago, even before my arrival. If they plan to bring Valenwood to their fold, let them be, they have a better chance of surviving the invasion coming from the east.[/i]" Oravos says, inciting the councilors to whisper with each other, taking guesses as to what he was saying. Oravos argued with himself in his mind whether he should tell the people now, but in his belief, the earlier they knew, the easier it would be for them to prepare. "[i]You see, more than two hundred years ago, I've left for Akavir after receiving a vision from Azura, of an invasion hailing from the east. I've sailed the treacherous seas to travel to the land where the invasion is supposed to come from, hoping to gain knowledge on how to stop it. I've spent years studying their art and culture, mastering their tactics and strategies as when the time comes, I can bring the knowledge back, so we can counter and defeat them.[/i]" Oravos pauses for a moment before speaking again. "[i]I've played parts in their conflicts, assuring that they will continue on fighting among themselves, but with Azura's calling and revelation on what transpired on Tamriel, I had to return to my people. I was unaware of the suffering of the Dunmer, as I've been blinded by my attempt to stop something that was inevitable. Now, the people of Akavir prepares for the attack, while Tamriel remains oblivious to the real threat.[/i]" Their king says, making one of the councilors of House Redoran to stand up. "What do you propose we do then my king? you have our support to whatever it is that needs to be done. You've led our people against the blight and Dagoth Ur, you've led our people to the rebuilding of our lost country, we would, without a doubt, follow you once again to face this new threat." The councilor says while the others stands up, saying their own vows to the king. Oravos nods as he hear them pledge their support to him once again. He turns to the Ashland Sentinels by the door, signalling them to lock the door as the council assess the necessary actions to be done. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- City of Tear, Morrowind. It was a rainy day on Tear, the city, a ghost of its former self was garrisoned by the forces of House Redoran, under the direct order of the King himself. Everyone on the city is armed to the teeth, always expecting an Argonian assault due to Morrowind's retaliatory incursions on the Black Marshes after the return of the Nerevarine. Ildoryn Sarano, Oravos' most trusted servant was currently overseeing the operation done on the city, as to see if they would need more troops to occupy place. Ildoryn stood on the upper walls of the city, watching the plains on the south as the fog blurred his view. He stared at the plains, trying to remember the first time he saw the place. He tries to project images in his mind of Argonians on the plains working on the Saltrice, making him chuckle as he always enjoyed the sight of the lizard people being clad in chains. The images however began to move, in a manner he did not imagine. One by one, the images he saw on the field came closer and closer, as if they were alive. Just as when he moved his head outward, an arrow whizzed by his left shoulder pad, almost hitting him. "Prepare to arms! the Argonians are attacking!"