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The Alessian Resurgence

Leidenschaft said
Indeed. A blend of Brother Sim and another character I wrote with a long time ago. Mark Lawrence, pretty cool guy.

I was kind of afraid he was going to be a Jorge.... :P

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Leidenschaft said
Ah, I see. If no one else bites at the offer tomorrow, I may jump at it. As it stands, I don't want Finnen just doing everything.

Kiania will probably be heading directly to the recruitment station. Indirect subterfuge is not her style.

Also, Road Brother you take powerfully from Emperor of Thorns much, uh?

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Schradinger said
I probably will once I get these primary edits completed and the NS reposted. If I got on the chat now, I'd never get it done. lol.

Smart man. :P

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Schradinger said
I think I'm going to add a list of all the legions and their current status to the NS. Along with more specifics about troop types and numbers within each legion.What exactly is the current relationship between High Rock and Cyrodiil? I've been reading those links that Hyperdrive posted, but haven't yet found anything that gives a good indication of that. Mostly it's just about pirates and Prince Narcisse, who doesn't seem to like Imperials very much. Or maybe it's just the Triarius family he doesn't like.

Well relations are as good as you could hope for, with the Emperor able to convince High Rock to unit under a High King. But you might have to ask the Breton player himself, in the rare moments he deans to grace us with their presence. :P

Btw, feel free to jump on the chat if you want, your questions can get answered even quicker.

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"The sword is the self. Its edge is the mind."- Ansei Frandar Hunding,

The light breeze of summer’s morning was cool against Kiania's skin as it pulled at the edges of her cowl just so. The corners of her traveling cloak took up the motion of the wind whenever it changed direction, but otherwise trailed behind her lithe form. It seemed only a short time ago that the fresh air had slowly become supplemented with the scent of pine trees as party, the Dragons Eye, moved deeper into Falkreath hold. It had been a rather uneventful journey thus far, and aside from a run in with a few wolves in a few days ago, nothing eventful had taken place; but by Tava was it cold! Kiania was no stranger to the cold or even freezing temperatures, having spent most of her life in the ice cold waste of the Alik’r during the nights when Mundus was no longer gracing the land with its unforgiving heat.

Still she found she was no fan of the colder northern realm of Skyrim, but she was sure her training would help he persevere. To take her mind of the growing cold, Kiania let her mind wonder to other subjects. Namely that of her traveling companions on this most important of missions. The first that had caught her interest first was an old man, a Breton she would guess from his slight frame, or maybe a very frail Nord. His milky white eyes and jerky strut made it clear the old man was blind, that fact alone grew a kind of empathy for the man; even if he did seem a few whetstones short of a sharper mind to say the least. Aside from the peculiar old man, there was another strange sight. The first was what appeared to be, by all appearances, a Reachmen, or more acutely women.

Her chosen attire made it clear enough to her origins, and the thought of how out of shorts she appeared struck Kiania as a potential problem in the near future, after all their main goal was one of anonymity. Perhaps a change of wardrobe was in order sooner than later? Already many were eyeing the group, mostly Alana, and it would seem merging seamlessly in with the flux of bodies heading into Skyrim was now a fools hope. Perhaps her marital talents would make up for her lack of discretion. Kiania sighed, her breath fogging in the cold air as she considered how they would address that problem. The other two of their group seemed more akin to being inconspicuous.

One from what Kiania could judge by their height and slight frame was a high elf, of that she had little doubt. She didn’t like the way the mer handled himself, something about him just rubbed her the wrong way. But it was likely her prejudices that were rearing their head, so she would hold her judgment on the mer until she had come to know him better as an individual. The next member of their little group was a hard one to pin down, to be sure, reclusive bordering on anti-social; he had said the least of everyone thus far, with the mad old man being the most talkative of the lot, though he rarely if ever made any sense. She guessed him to be a Breton, he was too short and pale to be an altmer or dunmer, and lacked any grace expected of a bosmer.

She found she disliked him almost as much as the high elf, for no better reason then she merely found his presence unsettling. He had the looks of a killer on him, and reminded her of the bandits she had rescued her father from years prior. She could not fathom why exactly that was though, for by all first appearances he seemed a rather unintimidating a man she had ever met. Kiania had been on the road long enough to know that appearances were often deceiving however. Kiania pulled her cloak tighter around her frame as she inconspicuously took in the many people passing them by. It seemed the group had stopped for the time being before the preacher raving about gods, wheels, and whatever else, she was not really listening.

Kiania was itching to get started herself, though it seemed the group as a while as intent on waiting. Well if they were going to stop for the moment they might as well attempt to assemble at least the vague idea of a plan upon infiltrating Falkreath proper.

Head bowed and speaking just loud enough for her companions to hear Kainia began. “Well, it would seem the first leg of our journey is near at an end.” She clapped her hands together against the cold, warming them by rubbing them together. “I assume everyone has an idea of how to go about the next leg of our purpose?” She left it cryptic to an extent; they all knew what she was talking about. There was hardly a need to say anything that would mark their true purpose there was. Not this close to their first objective.

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Double post,

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gcold said
Sounds about right. Though I would say 10 legions on stand-by, with the Bretons taking up time and resources to mobilize. I wouldn't go with 6 more legions, since the empire took a big hit from Skyrim's departure. 4 or 5 more Cyrodiilic citizen legions would be more accurate. These legions will be operating at a lower effectiveness than the 10 regulars.

He should probably use their names/numbers to avoid confusions.

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Schradinger said
Where are you getting that figure? I haven't been able to find any population estimates for Cyrodiil. Am I overlooking something?

TES does not give us much on population aside from the size of every province in the form of square miles, but all you need to learn the rought estimate of a population in a pre-industral age is the general size of the region and then take into account other factors, like farmable land, economic status, and general climate. Cyrodill has the benefit of being large and temperate.

But here's the skeleton for people to do their own sums, beast races and mer races are much harder to pin point due to their very different birth rates to that of men, but not impossible, Black Marsh is fairly unique in that it is almost unlivable except for Argonians. As a side note, Black Marsh came out with the most powerful force if all things are taken into consideration at the start of this, for one they suffered least from the Oblivion crisis, lead a ver successful campaign in Morrowind, and had all that time to rebuild well everyone else was bleeding themselves dry in the Great War.

Out of all the provinces/kingdoms, They would certainly be among the top 3 most powerful realms atm. At least in the start of this, now they've called in more with the hist....The Akaviri really chose the worst place to start their conquest. :P

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Schradinger said
Before I get to work on updating the cyrodiil NS tomorrow, how big exactly is an acceptable number for the imperial legion? I was originally going to base it off the size of roman legions, but that would put the total numbers of all 18 legions at around 100,000 troops. Judging by gcolds latest post and his mention of an invading force numbering in the thousands and being exceedingly powerful, I get the impression that that number is a little high.

Well Demographics should help allot, as it stands Cyrodiil's estimated strength (using the general rule of thumb of 0.5% of the population recruited into the army) would be around the sum total of 51,936 or so troops under ideal conditions. This takes into account geography and economy. But does not account for losses and damage to infrastructure from the great war.

However that is recruiting solely from Cyrodiil, I'm sure a census is also taken from High Rocks population as well. Which would put the legions total strength, without causing massive economical disaster, in the realm of... roughly 78,101 to be split between the legions. You could easily round that off at 80,000 but that's what I estimated, beats the living hell out of every other province that's for sure.