darkwolf687 said
Indeed, seems the good ol' Empire ain't too good at this new fangled naval thing...
All those fancy formations don't work to well at the open ocean for some reason. :K
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All those fancy formations don't work to well at the open ocean for some reason. :K
Leidenschaft said
I think this whole argument itself on the presumption that they have met an opposing army in a land war. Provided with the current political climate of Tamriel, The Dominion has more than likely pulled most, if not all of its forces out of the mainland and back to the Isles. Given this probably highly possible scenario, no force in all of Tamriel would be able to stand a chance at crushing Alinor, short of recreating the All-Flags Navy sans Alinor, that is.Given the way magic is, was and has been used within the lore, any forces at sea would be pulled under by summoned whirlpools, blown off course by summoned gales of wind and ambushed in summoned mist by the hilariously superb Altmer navy. It would take a very, very skilled enemy to beat the Altmer at sea, and the only time that the Isles have been invaded, it took a CHIM-Having Dragonborn Emperor holding the leash on a Time-Breaking Mega-Robot built by the Dwemer.
Historically the only people who come close to matching the Altmer at sea would be the Redguards, due to their seafaring heritage, people often forget just how formidable they are in the open ocean. As one must remember that before they came to Hammerfell, they lived on a sprinkling of islands, and if not for their seamanship, they might have never survived the destruction of Yokuda. Once they did take Hammerfell they continued with their tradition of seamanship and built a formidable navy by the time Emperor Tiber Septim came around, and despite having a huge imperial fleet -and skilled admiral- at the Battle of Hunding Bay, the Empire almost lost, if not for; A lucky poisoned arrow and a bloody dragon.
It is worth to note on two occasions Tiber Septim needed a plot device to win. All of them sea battles. One was a Dragon and the other the Brass god.
However I think the Ra-gada and the Atlmer are skilled at sea for very different reasons obviously. For the Atlmer it would be their magic and maybe better then average ships, and the Redguards due to superior seamanship mixed with the battle prowess of their marines. As one on one fighting is much more prevalent at sea ship-to-ship engagements.
Fisheye said
Oops, I haven't checked the IC today, so I guess I'm a little behind. Anyway, a Summit seems like a prudent step to defeating the Altmer, assuming the various races can buddy-up long enough to face cooking enemy. In addition to being generally hated by must, another issue for a potential Summerset RPer is that the Thalmor's ideals seem relatively difficult to RP properly. That was the reason for my aversion to RPing Alinor, anyway.As for the Maormer getting involved, I'm not sure if we will. Even if we did, I'm not even sure we would be inclined to aid the Altmer, as we've spent a few thousand years endlessly raiding their coasts and even waged war on them. The Maormer have some more dire issues ATM anyway.With the Akaviri, Sload, and Maormer all likely closing in soon, I can only imagine :P.
Difficult? I don't really think so, their goals and thoughts would seem among the easier things to RP, granted it takes a little time getting into the mindset perhaps. I think it's more people might be uncomfortable with the radical thinking of most Thalmor. More then a few have compared them to TES version of Nazi's, (A bit extreme in my opinion) .
"The best techniques are passed on by the survivors..." - Gaiden Shinji, Blademaster First Era, 947
Port of Rihad,
The sun was rising high in the near cloudless sky, a swift breeze smelling of salty air was heavy in the wind. The light blue water sloshed against the docks of port. Dockhands moved crates from a nearby warehouse onto a large Baghlah. The ship was ornately decorated, with a bow sculpted into the shape of a mermaid. Its flag was purple, with two yellow-gold curved scimitars crossed in the center.
A single redguard stood overlooking the scene. He tall and lean, his face heavily decorated with purple and blue war paint. He was not dressed like most redguards: he wore a long, navy blue velvet robe, with gold-and-silver-colored trim that gleaned in the sunlight. Large jewel earrings, some hoops, others solid stones, dangled from his ears, giving him an almost outlandish appearance to be sure.
“Aye Captain!” cried a dockworker. The redguard turned to the man- an imperial. “It is two more ships like this that need filling, yes?”
“Yes, yes, two ships, just like this one, they need to be stocked, and quickly.” The captain spoke quickly with a commanding air. “And that's Captain Therdim if you don;t mind."
The dockhand quickly bobbed his head in understanding before rushing off to report his orders to his fellows. High Captain Therdim strode to the edge of his ship’s bow to lean on the railing to overlook the countless other ships at dock. Some were fishing or the rare trading vessel, but the ones Therdim were interested in counted the largest group. Dozens of war ships lined the harbor, more than Therdim could count at a glance, from smaller and swift dhow's to great and powerful war galleys armed with ballista's or catapults. The past years had seen a drastic up scaling in naval war ships all across the western coast line of Hammerfell. War was in the air and every man and women knew it, it was on the lips of soldiers to common folk.
The buildup of forces had no doubt not gone unnoticed, but as if yet no one knew for certain when and where Temijen planned to strike. His up scaling of the Ra-gada navy was a such that many ships were actually beached instead of docked at a proper harbor. With large camps fortified and built around these areas, effectively creating what many had termed 'ship sheds'. These sheds had so far served to store the ships light and dry in readiness for launch at the break of war, and even Therdim could not guess the overall naval strength Hammerfell now possessed. Indeed, it would seem Temijen had planned well.
The sound of an approaching pair of feet shook Therdim from his thoughts, and he turned to be greeted by Captain Nhermur of the Red Mist. They greeted each other respectively. "Captain Nhermur, to what do I owe the honor?"
Nhermur was slightly shorter than him, but wider of shoulder and more compactly built. He flashed an easy smile before responding. "I just thought I'd pay a visit to an old friend. I see everything is proceeding apace as planned." He added the last with a nod to the cargo being loaded below deck.
Therdim rubbed his chin. "Ah, yes, it would appear to be so. With any luck we should reach Stros M'kai in a weeks’ time, sooner if the wind favors us."
Nhermur nodded. "So Temijen has so ordered, though to what end we will not know until we get there."
Therdim eyed him thoughtfully. "It would seem obvious; he means to strike out against the Aldmeri Dominion."
"But where –or when– will we strike first? The Aldmeri according to recent reports still marshal in Valenwood, but it would seem he proposes to attack Alinor itself."
Therdim shrugged as if it did not matter. "A difficult proposition to be sure, it is well known that the Altmer possess a formidable fleet. But so do we, if there is any in Tamriel that can match them at sea, it is us."
"The Altmer have battlemages to bolster their ships, it would be no simple task," Nhermur was quick to point out.
Therdim looked back out at sea as he considered. "That they do, but if rumors are to be believed it would seem Temijen still has a trick or two hidden in his sleeves."
"In that case I hope your right."
The waters before them were dotted with dozens of tiny islands. Swaying palm trees and shifting sand covered them. Ships maneuvered around them skillfully, against crashing waves, thick with white salt, heading forward toward the rising sun.
Sentinel Palace,
Temijen paced across the balcony that overlooked the courtyards and gardens bellow. At this vantage point offered a fantastic view of the city as a whole, as well as the coast and ocean beyond. With his arms folded behind his back, he stalked back and forth lost in thought. He almost did not note the shadow at the balcony edge, the figure there shrouded in shadow.
"I do hate when you stalk about." Temijen voiced without turning toward the figure.
"I do so apologize my lord, it's an old habit." The sound of the speaker tone made it evident he had a smile on his lips. "But you understand my discretion; it would not bode to well if any saw you in my company."
Temijen had stopped at the center of the balcony and gripped the railing, his back to the stranger. If the man meant to do him any harm, it would seem incredibly easy just then.
"Have you made progress with the dwemer discovery?" Temijen asked cutting right to business.
"Oh yes, we have been able to learn much from the ruins of Volenfell had revealed many secrets." The figure stepped out of the shadow of the column, revealing a robed man draped in a desert headdress which concealed most of his features. Alik'r wizard smiled then added. "While the old Dwemer contraptions are still to advance for us to use, but ballistae’s based on their designs have already been constructed. Once they have been properly tested you will have a new and potent weapon to use for your fleets."
"Now that is good news, let me know when the test have been completed, once that is done have them shipped to Stros M'kai."
The Alik'r wizard bowed. "Of course, it shall be done, as soon as the latest expedition returns with their discoverers."
The footsteps of someone from the main chamber that lead to the balcony warned them of someone approaching. The man shifted to hide once more in the shadows and seemed to become almost one with them- or he simply vanished might have been a more appropriate description. A guard entered through the wide curtains and bowed low.
"Forgive my disturbing you lord vanquisher, but a missive directly from the Imperial capital has arrived."
Temijen turned intrigued by the news, though his hard face betrayed no emotion. "Is that so? Well, hand it here, let’s see what the fowls want." The man handed over the letter and Temijen read it carefully. Temijen huffed, as he reread the letter shaking his head. He looked to the guard and waved him off. After several minutes the Alik'r wizard stepped from the shadows again, seeming almost as if he had suddenly appeared from nowhere.
"I assume the Empire has not a made declaration for Hammerfell to rejoin the fold."
Temijen scoffed. "They seek a summit within the Western Reach, in the city of Evermor. They think they can call us to the table like dogs." He spat in disgust.
Alik'r mage said nothing for a moment as he thought on the implications. "So they wish a meeting, who else is to come to this 'summit'?
"They call upon their bickering slaves in High Rock, and the High King of Skyrim. It takes little imagination of what they wish to discuss."
"Perhaps this can still be used to our advantage my lord? Going to his meeting means nothing- attendance could help us discern how the other provinces feel if nothing else. Much could be learned, and no agreement would need be made with the Emperor."
Temijen, however, was shaking his head. "I will not attend any audience of theirs, even if the cowardly Titus Medes no longer sits on the throne; they have long since lost our respect and our support."
The man only shrugged. "We lose nothing in going, and stand to gain. At the worst of it, you can see their new Emperor beg for Redguard aid. That is at least something."
Temijen left hand went to his chine as he thought on the matter more. Finally with a nod he answered. "Very well then, we will see what this new emperor has to say. And I will get a measure of this 'Emperor Gaius Triarius the First', for their sake let us hope he has more iron in his belly then his predecessor."
Port of Rihad,
The sun was rising high in the near cloudless sky, a swift breeze smelling of salty air was heavy in the wind. The light blue water sloshed against the docks of port. Dockhands moved crates from a nearby warehouse onto a large Baghlah. The ship was ornately decorated, with a bow sculpted into the shape of a mermaid. Its flag was purple, with two yellow-gold curved scimitars crossed in the center.
A single redguard stood overlooking the scene. He tall and lean, his face heavily decorated with purple and blue war paint. He was not dressed like most redguards: he wore a long, navy blue velvet robe, with gold-and-silver-colored trim that gleaned in the sunlight. Large jewel earrings, some hoops, others solid stones, dangled from his ears, giving him an almost outlandish appearance to be sure.
“Aye Captain!” cried a dockworker. The redguard turned to the man- an imperial. “It is two more ships like this that need filling, yes?”
“Yes, yes, two ships, just like this one, they need to be stocked, and quickly.” The captain spoke quickly with a commanding air. “And that's Captain Therdim if you don;t mind."
The dockhand quickly bobbed his head in understanding before rushing off to report his orders to his fellows. High Captain Therdim strode to the edge of his ship’s bow to lean on the railing to overlook the countless other ships at dock. Some were fishing or the rare trading vessel, but the ones Therdim were interested in counted the largest group. Dozens of war ships lined the harbor, more than Therdim could count at a glance, from smaller and swift dhow's to great and powerful war galleys armed with ballista's or catapults. The past years had seen a drastic up scaling in naval war ships all across the western coast line of Hammerfell. War was in the air and every man and women knew it, it was on the lips of soldiers to common folk.
The buildup of forces had no doubt not gone unnoticed, but as if yet no one knew for certain when and where Temijen planned to strike. His up scaling of the Ra-gada navy was a such that many ships were actually beached instead of docked at a proper harbor. With large camps fortified and built around these areas, effectively creating what many had termed 'ship sheds'. These sheds had so far served to store the ships light and dry in readiness for launch at the break of war, and even Therdim could not guess the overall naval strength Hammerfell now possessed. Indeed, it would seem Temijen had planned well.
The sound of an approaching pair of feet shook Therdim from his thoughts, and he turned to be greeted by Captain Nhermur of the Red Mist. They greeted each other respectively. "Captain Nhermur, to what do I owe the honor?"
Nhermur was slightly shorter than him, but wider of shoulder and more compactly built. He flashed an easy smile before responding. "I just thought I'd pay a visit to an old friend. I see everything is proceeding apace as planned." He added the last with a nod to the cargo being loaded below deck.
Therdim rubbed his chin. "Ah, yes, it would appear to be so. With any luck we should reach Stros M'kai in a weeks’ time, sooner if the wind favors us."
Nhermur nodded. "So Temijen has so ordered, though to what end we will not know until we get there."
Therdim eyed him thoughtfully. "It would seem obvious; he means to strike out against the Aldmeri Dominion."
"But where –or when– will we strike first? The Aldmeri according to recent reports still marshal in Valenwood, but it would seem he proposes to attack Alinor itself."
Therdim shrugged as if it did not matter. "A difficult proposition to be sure, it is well known that the Altmer possess a formidable fleet. But so do we, if there is any in Tamriel that can match them at sea, it is us."
"The Altmer have battlemages to bolster their ships, it would be no simple task," Nhermur was quick to point out.
Therdim looked back out at sea as he considered. "That they do, but if rumors are to be believed it would seem Temijen still has a trick or two hidden in his sleeves."
"In that case I hope your right."
The waters before them were dotted with dozens of tiny islands. Swaying palm trees and shifting sand covered them. Ships maneuvered around them skillfully, against crashing waves, thick with white salt, heading forward toward the rising sun.
Sentinel Palace,
Temijen paced across the balcony that overlooked the courtyards and gardens bellow. At this vantage point offered a fantastic view of the city as a whole, as well as the coast and ocean beyond. With his arms folded behind his back, he stalked back and forth lost in thought. He almost did not note the shadow at the balcony edge, the figure there shrouded in shadow.
"I do hate when you stalk about." Temijen voiced without turning toward the figure.
"I do so apologize my lord, it's an old habit." The sound of the speaker tone made it evident he had a smile on his lips. "But you understand my discretion; it would not bode to well if any saw you in my company."
Temijen had stopped at the center of the balcony and gripped the railing, his back to the stranger. If the man meant to do him any harm, it would seem incredibly easy just then.
"Have you made progress with the dwemer discovery?" Temijen asked cutting right to business.
"Oh yes, we have been able to learn much from the ruins of Volenfell had revealed many secrets." The figure stepped out of the shadow of the column, revealing a robed man draped in a desert headdress which concealed most of his features. Alik'r wizard smiled then added. "While the old Dwemer contraptions are still to advance for us to use, but ballistae’s based on their designs have already been constructed. Once they have been properly tested you will have a new and potent weapon to use for your fleets."
"Now that is good news, let me know when the test have been completed, once that is done have them shipped to Stros M'kai."
The Alik'r wizard bowed. "Of course, it shall be done, as soon as the latest expedition returns with their discoverers."
The footsteps of someone from the main chamber that lead to the balcony warned them of someone approaching. The man shifted to hide once more in the shadows and seemed to become almost one with them- or he simply vanished might have been a more appropriate description. A guard entered through the wide curtains and bowed low.
"Forgive my disturbing you lord vanquisher, but a missive directly from the Imperial capital has arrived."
Temijen turned intrigued by the news, though his hard face betrayed no emotion. "Is that so? Well, hand it here, let’s see what the fowls want." The man handed over the letter and Temijen read it carefully. Temijen huffed, as he reread the letter shaking his head. He looked to the guard and waved him off. After several minutes the Alik'r wizard stepped from the shadows again, seeming almost as if he had suddenly appeared from nowhere.
"I assume the Empire has not a made declaration for Hammerfell to rejoin the fold."
Temijen scoffed. "They seek a summit within the Western Reach, in the city of Evermor. They think they can call us to the table like dogs." He spat in disgust.
Alik'r mage said nothing for a moment as he thought on the implications. "So they wish a meeting, who else is to come to this 'summit'?
"They call upon their bickering slaves in High Rock, and the High King of Skyrim. It takes little imagination of what they wish to discuss."
"Perhaps this can still be used to our advantage my lord? Going to his meeting means nothing- attendance could help us discern how the other provinces feel if nothing else. Much could be learned, and no agreement would need be made with the Emperor."
Temijen, however, was shaking his head. "I will not attend any audience of theirs, even if the cowardly Titus Medes no longer sits on the throne; they have long since lost our respect and our support."
The man only shrugged. "We lose nothing in going, and stand to gain. At the worst of it, you can see their new Emperor beg for Redguard aid. That is at least something."
Temijen left hand went to his chine as he thought on the matter more. Finally with a nod he answered. "Very well then, we will see what this new emperor has to say. And I will get a measure of this 'Emperor Gaius Triarius the First', for their sake let us hope he has more iron in his belly then his predecessor."
bushidoxisamu2 said
I do but can't, as it is I got another guy I'm fighting and another one coming up but in need of a place to fight that supports dark entities
Pssh, that guy is a gal just so you know.
darkwolf687 said
But most places have battle mages of their own, who might not be as skilled but many will be able to hold their own long enough their allies can kill 'em, and we are talking majorly different here too. Lets say we slash the Thalmor number by 7000 due to the great war and the Elves slow replacement of these losses (it could potentially be even less troops, as Khan said 25,515 at best without a counting the great war) then compare that to Hammerfells 33,000. It's almost half the size, the Redguards have about a 15,000 lead on them, and that's a large number advantage. Not saying it's be a walk in the park (Thalmor Battlemages are strong, as you said) but the Redguard definitely hold a fair advantage there I think.
I should note these are numbers I got without including the major cities, (as there is simply not enough information on them to get an even rough estimate on their population, geesh, and I though the beast races would be hard) so we could see a few hundred more, still in all it seems the loss of Valenwood and Elsweyr hurt the Dominion more then I thought.
It by no means equals to an easy victory, but not at all an impossibility.
Fisheye said
You have a point, I'm just trying to emphasize that taking out the Thalmor should not be a walk in a park by any means, and should require at least some form of a coalition. All sorts factors would come in to play with an open war between the Thalmor and anyone else (for example, transporting an army to Summerset, a behemoth and sluggish task in and of itself), so I'm just proposing that we don't get too caught up in numbers, as they're only one factor of many. This brings me to another point, we really should get someone to man Summerset for this RP. It's likely that they'll get into a war at some point, and without a player at the helm of the defenders it's a rather uneven match-up. Not that I don't trust the people participating, but it usually turns out better if pivotal wars are fought between RPers and NPCs, as 99% of the time the RPers fabricate a way for themselves to win, fair or otherwise. I've been trying to convince a couple of RL friends to join as Summerset, but they'd both be new to RPing (though both are familiar with TES and one is an avid writer). Anyway, a RP Guild local would probably be quicker and simpler, so if anyone has a buddy in mind...
It would be nice if Summerset had a player at the helm, the problem with that is few people if any one wants to be the main baddy everyone and their mother wants to pound into the ground. I mean their allies abandoned them at a drop of a hat before the RP ever even started...
Heck I'm hoping the reclusive sea elves will come to the Thalmor's rescue.
yoshua171 said
I'd be far less clueless. Your point is invalid ;D *knows what Red V.s Blue is*
^
@Leeroy, I had no idea who the fourth orange guy was supposed to be so I assume it's a representation of me. GG
Glitchy said
Glitchy said
I think I slapped Khan too many times.
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