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The Elder Scrolls: Rising Storm

Valenwood

The messenger waited patiently as the Keeper spoke, then nodded "I assume that means that you wish to retain independence rather than become a province of the Empire? That's a shame, but understandable and what you have offered us, a staging ground for our strike against the Thalmor is an indispensable asset. I must ask that when you secede from the Aldmeri that you be ready for a backlash, the Thalmor are likely not willing to give it up peacefully. We'll have a legion move here to remove any Thalmor who are too stubborn to acknowledge your secession and then prepare for an assault. What you have done here is a great service to your forest or the peoples of Tamriel. I will ensure the Legionnaires know not to damage your tree's. Are there any other terms that the legion would need to abide by? Our knowledge of Valenwood has been more limited since the Dominion came to power"

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WilsonTurner said
You call BS whenever something can block your unexplainable power that is used in everything because you have far too much dependence on it.

^ This

Its not our fault if the Equestrians made themselves so dependent on magic that they would fall from grace without it, so...

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I've changed the part about the Blades in the Empires sheet so there we go, law problem fixed xD

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Yeah, I will. They'll be a specialised branch of the Penitus Oculatus, just as there is a branch for assassination, intelligence etc

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Lakfakalle

Upon the appearance of the Equiis pact, the four Synth Infiltrators began to sing something in their language... Although it was more akin to a martial chant, which would it almost perfectly with the drumbeat of an army marching to war "Da dhun anew o'r bede un wah ro synd. Ni fyud neb ein drau, filach dua ni a drau, taed o blyt ra duun, men ya kula e gosna ni" They chanted, and but fell silent as their diplomat raised his hand and shook his head as he glared at each Infiltrator in turn

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Well, we have the Reachmen working with the Nords (And the Reachmen want to kick everyone out of the Reach so their leader can rise from the dead and lead them, and also hate the Nords Guts) so its not exactly the greatest lore issue we have here. I'd just purge the mention of the old members joining anyway (If Triarius can basically order entire legions to their doom, I think he can name his body guards after the blades xD)

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I know we are supposed to write from our leader, but I don't think the Emperor would be sneaking around Valenwood, slipping past Thalmor patrols to deliver a secret message personally, so I hope no one minds that I used a messenger for that xD

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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

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

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Message to the AIF
"The flag is irrelevant. It must abide by the greater good, that is the truth. The Equiis don't. Its a fisted attempt at expanding Equestrian might, putting all its supporters at risk of problems that their constitution simply does not cover. Besides that, it is also obvious the Equestrians are trying to force their faith through it, and indeed seem to succeed in some cases, they are spreading an illogical and dangerous Ideology coupled with a contradictory and also dangerous regime. And Human, if you lay waste to Triarius, we will destroy Sol its self. Do not make threats you cannot keep, or you might find it is your head that rolls!"

Lakfakalle

A single Triarian ship appears inside the planets atmosphere, before teleporting individuals down. An outsider crystal lands and an outsider forms around it, a human appears next to him, though it is a Lance Human who it appeared had been absorbed. An Aru'Shumi, his ceremonial Aru'Shumi rifle in hand,. On the far side of him appears a Saeva Simius, whispering something in his ear. A Selkath and an Umbrae Populus appear also, speaking to each other in Triarian Standard.
And then something else appeared, a massive alien standing 120 feet tall... The Corruptelae Insectum Empress herself, letting put an ear splitting roar before peering around at her surroundings.
Each diplomat had their own honour guard also. The Lance Human had Four Elite Trans-Humans, the Saeva Simius had four elite Synth Soldiers, the Selkath had four trans-selkath battlemages, the Aru'Shumi had four Synth Guardians, the Umbrae Populus had four synth infiltrators, the outsider had four mech soldiers and the Corruptelae Insectum Empress had her hive tyrant and three Praetorians, who were also massive behemoths. The Draconians were not represented due to their position in the Collective being lower than low, and the various non-sentient species were not represented for obvious reasons

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Reply to the Sazkarjhit

At first the far off voices calm, and begin to speak in somewhat praise
"Your peoples bravery is admirable, Parem Habui, illogical but admirable, your kind have used religion to unite yourselves. The means may be illogical, but the end result is something that all must admire an..." There is a pause as the Sazkarjhit speaks again, and then the voices echos in anger, all the disgust returning to it "And do what with your precious weapon? Anything you do we will return a thousand times over, your skies burning as your sun dies and leaves you wondering why as your planet is consumed by the same flames that once gave you life! And when both our graves are dug, the pact slipping into one and the collective into another, perhaps we will have regret, but we cannot allow this to go on. Even our conscience is strained as we watch, the greater good not just denied but trod on, mutilated and paraded around as a rotting corpse, an ancient relic from a more civilized time, and perhaps the future. Perhaps..." The anger slowly fades "We tire... this form... the communion is complete... we must hold council with Them, decisions must be made. Grand decisions... Terrible... but grand..."