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Drep, yesterday I didn't have time to come on, looks like the collab is wayyyy ahead. o.o
17th of Midyear, 4E 205
The near ninety ships had anchored off the shoreline of northern Valenwood, and with the altmer forces there fully eradicated or pushed underground, or to the south, the redguards had in fact begun to fortify themselves in makeshift encampments stretched across the beaches that bordered the Gold Coast. Empty troop-transports had already begun to be ferried back under escort to Stros M'kai, Taneth, and Rihad. All to establish a steady supply line for the near ten thousand Ra-gada forces now settled on Bosmer lands after their short skirmish.
The bulk of the forces gathered north of Emperor's Run and west of present day rooted Falinesti. Thankfully the region was not as densely forested as the heart of Valenwood, so close to the coast as it was. In the center of one such fortified camp dotted with many tents and supplies, with men scurrying about them like ants, was erected Temijens commanders tent, within all his top lieutenants and warlords had gathered, a square table capable of being dismantled in a hurry between them, maps and charts laid out upon it.
"Our forward forces have not spotted any Thalmor forces since they have started fleeing deeper into the forest south." Khasta said. "As per your orders we have not followed to engage them."
Temijen nodded. "Good. With any luck their power bases in northern Valenwood should already be competently taken by the empire. What of the Imperials and other local forces?"
"As might be expected, their splitting up and wiping out any left over Dominion forces or areas of remaining resistance." One warlord, by the name of Shadand, quickly pitched in.
"Have our forces aid in hunting down whatever's left of the Dominion, they have been in this country longer then we have, they know it better than us. Be sure they learn as much about the region as they can, as well as the movements of the imperials." Temijen then added. "The latter should be down as discreetly as possible."
The man nodded as did the others.
"Also, have our ships patrol the coastline, focusing on our supply lines in the gold coast region. With that done, spread our scouting parties in the surrounding region, I want to know every nook and cranny of this province just as well as I know the back of my hand by next months end, tell them to hire guides if they must, is that understood?"
Again more nods of understanding. Not that Temijen needed to remind them of the basics of reconnaissance in a foreign land. Still the reminder would do them good.
"Finally assemble a party and send it to Falinesti under the pretense of a diplomatic entourage, I want the message sent that I wish to speak with their...Keeper' of theirs. It's high time I took the man’s measure, and for the Bosmer to start paying for the crimes done by their own hands."
Varnklith crossed his arms following Temijen's declaration. "And will we be sending word to the Imperial warlord as well? Legate Barus-- a capable man if rumors are to be believed."
"They are, the Emperors choose well in sending that one. I heard of him when I served in the Legions, before the Empire abandoned us. But yes, I will send word once my meeting with the Bosmer Keeper is concluded."
gcold said
You can always attend as an observer, just watch and not participate in debates, I doubt that 1/2 of a fractured province would carry too much weight.Well, if you do, make sure you stock up on cure disease potions. Northern Elsewyr is currently pro-Empire, south declared independence and is embargoed by Valenwood (you can do some espionage here). For Valenwood, I assume the south-western area, cities of Woodhearth and Greenheart would still be under your control (or contested). Also, 300 ships is a gigantic loss. That's the equivalent of the US Navy loosing their entire fleet. I would cut down that number a bit seeing some ships would have escaped or scuttled.
300 ships is the equivalent of pearl harbor.
:P
Which reminds me, I wonder if I should go to this summit considering I missed out on the other. D=
Which reminds me, I wonder if I should go to this summit considering I missed out on the other. D=
darkwolf687 said
Bastard... Hope all your soldiers suffer from hayfever! xD
Sounds better then Rockjoint. :K
darkwolf687 said
What... No, it's not anything against the Argonians, it's to display an 'equality' between the Khajiit and the Imperials, an attempt to subdue the south. Encouraging Ethnic Amniosity would be almost entirely detrimental.It's got nothing to do with the Argonians past their decision not to give it to the Khajiit, it could be anything similar that was not extended to the Khajiit, it really doesn't matter. Anyways, it's got little to do with anything against the Argonians, it's more to do with the situation in Elsweyr, you just provided a sort of tool that's all, and I seized the opportunity :DAnd Khan, if you try and steal Valenwood, I'll cry :C xD
Sorry, can't steal what's been given.
Darkwolf, I'm already counting the septims. :K
Wow, how in the world did the Imperials pull of capturing so many ships. :K
Them sailors must have been sleeping on the job.
Them sailors must have been sleeping on the job.
15th of Midyear, 4E 205
The Fearful Blade tacked hard against the current that was the Gold Coast waves. Occasional lightning bolts reached out at her from the Northern bank of Valenwood, where a group of Dominion altmer battlemages fought desperately to hold back High Captain Therdim's forces from landing on the shoreline of the fair woodlands.
"We would need to lose a score of men to each wizard downed, you claimed, if we were to have any chance," Temijen remarked to Khasta, who stood beside him on the rail. "But it would seem that High Captain Therdim has chosen his soldiers well."
Khasta let the sarcasm slip past as he, too, tried to get a better summation of the situation unfolding before them. Word by carrier pigeon had intercepted Temijen's retinue to the summit at Balfiera. Within it had been news and an opportunity that had been far too good to pass up. Apparently a rather large Imperial force had marched against the high elves forces in Valenwood mere days ago to push the Dominion out of Valenwood. Temijen had not heard of all the details, but apparently their former allies as well as the wood elves new friends in the empire were giving the Thalmor quite a hard time of it. Temijen couldn't imagine any sensible reason why the wood elves had given up the protection of the Aldmeri, but it mattered little, High Captain Therdim and the majority of the Yokudan had been docked in and around Stros M'kai waiting for just such an opportunity. Temijen had known the Altmer would react swiftly to incursions in their Valenwood holdings; thankfully he had been well prepared.
However, even with such a swift and unforeseen assault on what remained of them in the woodlands, the high elves were giving as well as they got. All along the shore line Yokudan war vessels were locked in a deadly back and forth with the few Altmer warships not captured by the imperials earlier. Flaming arrows on one side with return volleys of spell craft from the other. Parts of the bridge of their own ship were aflame, but the fries seemed to be gaining no real traction. Redguards though they may be, they were not without their own sorcery, as spellsword's of T'ozun’s fleet had brought forth waves of cooling frost to combat the fires.
One of the enemy mages on the shore had responded with an elemental atronach summoned up from the plane of oblivion, a creature of the earth, a collection of rock, mud, and grassy turf that seemed no more than a hillside come to life, sprouting arms of connected stone and dirt with boulder hands. It splashed into the shore to do battle, its magical consistency strong enough to keep the waters from washing its binding dirt away. The giant wasted little time in closing with the nearest Yokudan ship.
Lifting mighty arms above its head before bringing them down like battering rams against the ship’s hull. Smashing much of it to timber and forcing sailors to abandon ship into the icy waters. A trumpet sounded on the southern end of the shoreline as a few larger transport vessels closed with the shore. Stiff as the resistance was, it was obvious the few forces left to the Dominion in the region would never hold the the yokudan fleet's assault.
Great resounding cracks echoed across the waters as great ballista's tore great chunks out of the atronach giant. Soon the giant fell and shortly following a spark of some kind lite the sky above the shores. It took Temijen a moment to realize that it was in fact a signal of some kind. Another sweep of the skirmish hinted at its purpose. Two of the Dominion ships had burning sails, now crippled in the waters. The remainder were forced to pull away least the onslaught of Redguard warships over took them too.
It seemed the enemy, at least for the moment, were betting a fast retreat. Which left the northern coast of Valenwood wide open for a Redguard foothold, something much needed for what was to come. Temijen smiled, the first phase of his plan was going well thus far.
5th of Midyear, 4E 205
Hircine's Summoning Day
Kiainia saw the fireball coming, a little burning ball of flame, enticing as a candlelight, gentle and benign. She knew better, though, and knew, too, that she couldn't hope to get out of its explosive range. So she threw her shoulders back violently and kicked her feet out of in front of her, and didn't even try to break her fall as she slammed down on her back. She even resisted the urge to throw her arms out wide to somehow mitigate the fall, instead curling them over her face, hands grasping her cloak to warp it around her.
Even covered as she was with the wet clothing and cloak, the darkness flew away when the fireball exploded, and hot flames bit at Kiainia, igniting a thousand tiny fires in her body. It lasted only an instant, mercifully, and winked out as immediately as it had materialized. Kiainia knew she couldn't hesitate--the mage could strike at her again within the span of a few heartbeats, or if another altmer mage was inside the house, a second fireball might already be on its way.
She rolled sidelong away from her enemy to put out the little fires burning on her cloak and clothing, and even left the cloak smoldering on the ground when she leaped to her feet once more. Again Kiainia ran all out, leaning forward in complete commitment to her goal, a tight strand of palm trees. She dived in headlong, rolling to a sitting position and curling up, expecting another blast of Magicka.
Nothing happened.
Gradually, Kiainia uncoiled and looked back Dorio's way, to see the redguard still crouched in the muddied ground behind the damaged water trough. Dorio's mouthed the words. 'Is he gone?'
Kiainia mouthed back, 'His magicka depleted perhaps?'
Dorio shook his head--he didn't understand. Too much smoke between them now perhaps.
"He may be out of spells." The women called out quietly, and Dorio nodded enthusiastically--until a rumble from inside the distant house turned them both that way. Trailing a line of fire that charred the floorboards, it came through the open door, a great beast comprised entirely of flame: orange, red, yellow, and bright hot white when it swirled more tightly. It seemed vaguely bipedal, and-perhaps, slightly feminine. Kiainia knew it for what it was instantly; an atronach of fire from the hottest realms of oblivion.
Kiania sucked in her breath and lifted Skyfire, not even thinking to go to her more trusted scimitars. She couldn't fight the creature in close; of all the four primary elemental Daedra, fire was often the type any melee warrior was least capable of battling. Its flames burned with skin-curling intensity, and the strike of a scimitar, though it could hurt the beast, would heat the weapon as well. Kiainia drew back and let fly, and the arrow disappeared into the swirl of flames.
The fire elemental swung around toward her and roared, the sound of a thousand trees crackling, then spat forth a line of flame that immediately set the palm trees around her aflame.
"How do we fight it?" Dorio cried, and yelped as the flame atronach scorched the trough he hid behind, filling the air with thick steam. Kiainia didn't answer. She shot off another arrow, and again she had no way of knowing if it scored any damage upon the creature or not. Then, on instinct, she angled her bow to the side and let fly a third, right past the elemental to slam into, and punch through, the wall of the structure housing the wizard. A cry from inside told her that she startled the mage, and the sudden and angry turn of the flame atronach, back toward the house, confirmed what the women had hoped.
She fired off a continual stream, then, a volley placed all around the wooden structure, blasting hole after hole and without discernible pattern. She judged her success by the motions of the Daedra, gliding one stride toward her, then one back at the wizard. For controlling such a beast from the depths of oblivion was no easy feat, and one required absolute concentration. And if the control was lost, Kiainia knew, the summoned creature would almost always take out its rage upon the summoner.
More arrows flashed into the house but to less effect; Kiainia needed to actually score a hit on the mage to turn the elemental fully. But she didn't, and she soon recognized that the creature was inevitably edging her way. The wizard had adjusted. Kiainia kept up the barrage anyway, and began moving away as she fired, confident that she could turn and outdistance the creature, or at least get to the water’s edge, where the coastline would protect her from the atronach's fury. She turned and glanced to the water trough, thinking to tell Dorio to run.
However the man was already gone.
The wizard was protected from the arrows, Kiainia realized as the atronach bore down on her with renewed enthusiasm. The redguard fired off a pair of shots into it for good measure then turned and sprinted back the way she'd come, around the edge of the building hit by the same fireball that had nearly melted her, which was now burning furiously.
"Clever wizard." She heard herself saying with venom under her breath as she almost ran headlong into a giant web that stretched from building to building in the alleyway. She spun to see the elemental blocking the exit, its flames licking the structures to either side.
"Fine then." Kiainia challenged to the beast, drawing forth her twin scimitars. "Have at thee."
She couldn't really speak to a creature of oblivion, or course, but it seemed to Kiainia as if the monster heard her, for as she finished, the atronach rushed forward, its fiery arms sweeping ferociously. Kiainia ducked the first swing then leaped out to her right just ahead of the second sweep, running up the wall--and feeling that its integrity was diminished by the fires roaring within--and spinning into a back somersault. She came down in a spin, scimitars slashing across, backhand leading forehand, and both sent puffs of flame into the air as they slashed against the life-force that held those flames together into a physical, if semi-solid creature.
That second weapon, Coldfang, sent a surge of hope through Kiainia, for its properties were an enchantment of the freezing north cold, thus affording her some substantial protection from flames, as it had down against the wizards fireball, but the frostbrand scimitar took a particular pleasure in inflicting cold pain upon creatures with an affinity to fire. Much like the fire djinn's of the Alik'r desert, or pesky flame atronach's such as this one. The creature shook off Stormclaw's backhand hit, as it had all but ignored the shots from Skyfire, but when Coldfang connected, the creature seemed to burn less bright. The elemental whirled away and seemed to shrink in on itself, spinning around midair tightly.
Its flames burned brighter, white hot, and the creature came out enraged and once more huge again. Kiainia met its charge with a furious flurry of whirling blades. She shortened Stormclaw's every stroke, using that blade to fend off the atronach's barrage of punches. She followed every strike with Coldfang, knowing that she was hurting the Daedra.
But not killing it.
Not anytime soon at least, and despite the protection of Coldfang, Kiainia felt the heat of the magnificent, deadly beast. More than that, the power of the atronach's swing could fell a troll even without the fiery accompaniment. The atronach stomped its foot and a circular gout of flames rushed out from the point of impact, sweeping past Kiainia and making her hop in surprise. The creature came forward and let fly a sweeping right hook, and Kiainia fell low, barely escaping the hit, which smashed hard into the building, crushing through the wooden wall. From that hole came a blast of fire, and as it retracted, Kiainia leaped for the broken wood. She planted her foot on the bottom rim of the opening and came up flat against the wall, but only for the brief second it took her to swing her momentum and leap away across the alleyway, she somehow managed to sheathe her blades and catch on to the rim of the opposite building's roof.
She ignored the stun of the impact as she crashed against the structure and scrambled, lifting her legs just above another heavy fiery slug. As fast as she went, though, the atronach was faster. It didn't climb the wall in any conventional sense, but just fell against it and swirled up over itself, rising as flames would climb a dry tree. Even as Kiainia stood tall on the roof, so did the elemental atronach, and that building too, was almost fully enveloped in flames. The atronach shot a line of flames at Kiainia, who dived aside, but still got hit--and though Coldfang helped her avoid the brunt of the burn, she surely felt the sting!
Worse, the roof was burning behind her, and the atronach sent out another line, and another, all designed, Kiainia recognized, to seal off her avenues of escape. The elemental hadn't done that in the alley, the redguard woman realized as she drew out her scimitars yet again. The creature was smart enough to recognize an alteration made web,and knew that such an assault would have freed its intended prey. This creature was not dumb.
"Wonderful." Kiainia muttered.
darkwolf687 said
Well, the Emperor sort of told them that eventually the Thalmor would log their forest, and as you can imagine this was a huge concern for them. Since they now like the Khajiit because of some trade agreements, who are part of the empire, it seems they were pretty quick to decide they wanted to get the Thalmor out of their lands.As for taking this war to the see, my plan was to get the, Breton, Redgaurd, Nord and Imperial Fleets to come down and attack, that hasn't exactly gone to plan, but I have some confidence in my plan B if needed, though it would involve heavier loses, there's no doubt about that.Of course, I'm sure after the Bosmer player finally gets his lands independence, we can instead agree on a fair peace treaty this time around, since it seems Aelid's dominion is not as bad as the one I was fighting against. Still pretty bad, but better than the one I had been fighting against, so I think we could probably get along... Nearly alright if we made a new peace treaty xDNeed to rant and rave at Morrowind once the news spreads, because apparently it was too much effort to dismiss, deport or exile anyone who liked the Empire in your ranks, and instead they had to get murdered xD
Heh, once Valenwood no longer has their older elven brothers for protection.....MUAHHAHAHAHA!
I mean....FRIENDSHIP!@
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