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Corinthe, Pellitine (Southern Elsweyr) --- Weeks ago, a Khajiit by the name of S'arah was merely a smuggler boss. Few months ago, she was part of a Ka Po' Tun mercenary group along with Adi Tuah and few others. But now, after a period complete chaos following the Mane's death, S'arah became the adviser to the mayor of Corinthe. Her web of connections and capabilities for covert operations netted her this position beside the new mayor. In fact, she organized the mob that lynched the old mayor, after he declared his nephew as the reborn Mane. While she publicly directed various daily business for the mayor, S'arah was always on the lookout for her original goal, to gain control of the region or disrupt it prior to the main invasion. As various obstacles presented themselves to the newly independent Southern Elsweyr, the difficulty of her job increased steadily. Embargoes, propaganda and pirate raids, S'arah was ready to disappear back East and collect whatever payment Abasi-Kil feels like paying. Except that she hadn't done much after Adi Tuah's stunt, which probably meant that her payment would be from miniscule to non-existent. Sighing in disappointment, the disguised tigress went about her daily check up with her smugglers, or the Corinthe militia, as they were recently promoted to. "This one brought good news," a smuggler/militiaman reported. "We have defeated a scout party from the north, we even captured one of the scums." "Who is this scout? And what of our operation in Takar?" S'arah pressed on. She sent these cats out to subdue a possible northern hideout, though there was no order for capture. "Takar is no more, we burned it to the ground." the militiaman answered. "The scout's name is Ta'fel, that one won't say anything more than that." S'arah nodded in understanding before sending the Khajiit away. She continued her journey to the jail cell, where a detachment of her "militia" now gathered with the mayor. "Ah, my dear friend." The mayor greeted. S'arah knew the man to be a hands-on ruler, who preferred to personally oversee urgent matters. "I was just about to...greet our new guest." Joining her "superior", S'arah made her way inside the dungeon. She saw Ta'fel chained against a wall, with a table full of wicked instruments on the other side of the room. The mayor grabbed a spike from the table and held it close to the northerner's face, he spoke in a angered tone. "Tell us what you were doing, traitor scum. You don't want know what these tools can do." Ta'fel simply shook his head, muttering a Ta'agra curse unknown to S'arah. The mayor, already in a furious mood, took a brief step back, before embedding the spike into Ta'fel's shoulder. The metal instrument twisted with a sickening sound, withdrawing bits of flesh and bone. Ta'fel screamed on top of his lungs, as the pain shattered his body in ways he could not imagine. Even in grave pain, Ta'fel once again shook his head. This time, he gathered the blood from his mouth and spat right into the mayor's face. The mayor was surely over the edge now, as he wiped his face with his pocket cloth, he grabbed far more sinister looking instrument from the table. "Wait," S'arah interrupted. "Violence would get us nowhere. I have a alchemical solution just for this kind of occasion. You have to trust me." "Fine," the mayor spat. He returned his tool to the table and took a brief glance back before leaving "This one shall return in two hours. Just you wait, northern trash." S'arah sighed in relief at the mayor's departure. The cat was a strong warrior, a hotheaded fighter, not a calculating leader. This was preciously the reason why she was called upon to advise him, her reasoning often prevented the mayor from making some recklessly stupid moves. Just as in this case, the mayor would no doubt beat his prisoner to death, which would remove their chance for information and anger the north into an attack. Thankfully, with the two hours she got, S'arah had ample time to procure a truth serum and extract all the information she needed. After recording the words from Ta'fel's unwilling mouth, S'arah released him in secret and sent Ta'fel back north with a bloodied shoulder. Some time later, S'arah took her findings to the mayor, who had been drunk on his personal wine reserve and was sleeping soundly on his lavish bedding. The tigress simply dropped her report on a desk before heading back to the militia headquarters. This time, her militia captured another prisoner, an "Imperial" human, as the locals called them. The man, a messenger, seemingly lost in the desert while trying to deliver his message. "Now what," she asked impatiently. "Imperial dog here has some kind of letter," said the militiaman. "He got lost on his way to Orcrest. Haha, will you look at this fool." "Right, hand us the letter and start running north." "Wait, that one cannot escape. What if he..." the militiaman did not finish his sentence before S'arah snatched the letter and paddled away. --- A carriage between Elsweyr and Black Marsh --- S'arah only packed a small rucksack before leaving. Inside the bag were potion bottles, a hereditary moonstone dagger, the governmental crust of Corinthe and the letter. Apparently, the lizard "Argonians" are hosting a summit in some place called "Stormhold". The Khajiits were not invited directly but the Imperials insisted on their attendance. S'arah had left immediately after reading the letter. She did not need the mayor's opinion, if the cat does wake up, he will find her reports on Ta'fel's information and "escape" from the prison. In addition, she also forwarded her militiamen's advice on dealing with pirate, which included rerouting shipping paths, organizing escort vessels and posting bounties. Finally, she submitted her intention for the summit. Whether the mayor approved or not, it did not matter, for S'arah had crust and the dagger to back her "authority". An amazing opportunity, the tigress thought. This information meant lucrative bonus to her; the Tsaesci general would be delighted to hear that all of his preys are in one cage, for a simple decapitating blow would cut off many heads...
Sovi3t said
Oh yea.. Sorry about that :pWhen's then summit and will it be on titanpad


I linked the titanpad on OOC front page. Since the Balfiera summit pretty much ended (with Gaius' facepalm), we can re-purpose it for the Stormhold summit.
To be honest, skip all the school/work you want, just be ready for the consequences. If you miss a day off school, you miss the academic material. Not going to work, not getting paid (depending on pay model). If don't show up for an extended period of time, you get kicked out, simple as that.
Damn, that's a lot of pets you got there...

Anyways, welcome.
Unknowable, you should be going next.
Prince Potter said
Yeah, I was still using my old ship numbers for that. Sorry. Is 30 lost better?


30 sounds ok.

sandman9913 said
Also, I apologize for the short post. I don't have access to my PC. On mah phone, can't really gauge how much to write all that well.


Don't worry, you can always edit later if you want.
scarend said
Ah, I'm sorry. darkwolf sent me the message, so It isn't really my fault, but I'll apologize anyway. If you want, I will get rid off that part of my post. If that's ok with darkwolf (even though to be fair darkwolf shouldn't have a say in this anyway (because the summit is your part of the story)) :)


LimeyPanda said
It happened now, changing the entire dynamic of two posts would be pointless in the light of what has happened. Come up with a minor ret-con if you like (I'd suggest that the Imperial representative stopped off at Eleswyr and let slip the information of the summit.) Or don't. We can imagine that the Emperor made a lucky guess that the Khajiit were not invited.


scarend said
Well, your minor ret-con idea was what I was just thinking aswell. I just told darkwolf (not in this OOC) that maybe someone should've asked Ab'farahn if he was invited. Although, the Emperor idea would be simpler.


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.

GreivousKhan said
:P Which reminds me, I wonder if I should go to this summit considering I missed out on the other. D=


Well, if you do, make sure you stock up on cure disease potions.

Prince Potter said
So out of curiosity, what side is the north and south of Elsweyr on, and the player?Also, which areas of Valenwood are still Aldmeri? The south?


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.

sandman9913 said
Note to Sovi3t, Orsinium is to the west :3


Ynslea
Adi Tuah returned just in time, actually, he completed his journey few days earlier than expected. He carried with him a heavyset pouch full of clinging coins, likely rewards from the Nerevarine. In addition, he carried a letter, written in Tamrielic. The letter changed hands under the blackened veil of the night, upon reaching his private quarters, general Abasi-Kil tore through the envelope eagerly and began his response. This time, the general wrote in Tamrielic. Although his Tamrielic was nothing too spetacular, Abasi felt that it would be courteous to write in Oravo's native language.

Oravos

It is well that the memories of our past did not leave you. Indeed, how could I forget the instance when we slayed four dremoras togeather? It had been years since we have last met, and today, we have much to discuss. Let us meet on the island of Kiryat, off the coast of Morrowind. I will be there in person, along with several of my aides. I presume that you would understand the importance of such a meeting, therefore, you would undoubtedly share my invitation with no one other than your most trusted.

Before the break of dawn, Adi Tuah had once again raised his enchanted sails. Not shortly after, a trio of grand Akaviri ships followed, in the same waters to the west...
darkwolf687 said
I sent someone at least 10 posts ago when you asked the first time xD, since it seems no one else is going to turn up, I guess I'll just have him arrive in my next post when I get around to making it xD


I think everyone got lost in the marshlands, or died from the plethora of diseases there.

Prince Potter: The only state capable and willing to mount an invasion is Cyrodiil. While the legions have strength in number on land, naval combat is gonna be a whole 'nother thing. Skyrim and Hammerfell might have hostile track records against the Dominion, but they are neither willing or capable of going on the offensive. As for Elsweyr, half of it is essentially under Imperial occupation. Cyrodiil is spreading propaganda there, but espionage is a game that two (or more) can play in.

Leidenschaft: You should get the next issue of Tamrielic Gazette up soon, we can always use more annoying daily issues.
Prince Potter said
Alright! Now that my sheet is up. Anyone care to fill in what has happened so far in-game..?


Nice, finally someone is willing to take Alinor.

Some things I've noticed:

-The Dragonborn is a Redguard, not a Breton.
-Your idea of human fighting for the Dominion seems interesting. However, it feels a little unfeasible. I would change it to mercenaries instead of loyal fighters.
-According to lore, merchants do not preside over arcane scholars on the Isle. By Aldmer traditions (they are one of the most traditionalist races), artists and mages are considered higher in class than traders.
-While the Dominion navy is the most powerful in Tamriel, 1500 ships is a bit overkill. The British Royal Navy (comparable to the Aldmer fleet) never reached anything close that kind of number. Even the modern US Navy only operates 289 ships.

I'll let my co-GM, Leidenschaft, do a more through analysis and fill you in on what you need to do before starting. In the mean time, I'll try to condense all the events into my next post.
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