Rise of the Empire

by keller.blair1

The Tale Of Flavius Valentinianus legate of the 76th Auxiliary Hero of Anvil and Bravil the Dragon of Stro's M'kai he shall discover what it truly means to be a Dovahkiin all the while trying to save Skyrim and The Empire from the encroaching Thalmor Threat his Journeys will take him from the Frigid North to Fertile Cyrodiil and Beyond in pursuit of the ruby throne.

1. A dragon returns

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The aura of the city was... bleak... but so was the executioner. Grim Fleet moved out onto the stage into the gray sunlight covered by clouds and a bit of rain. His face was covered in an executioner's hood, and his body covered in armor. In an interesting turn of events, he didn't wear his boots, mostly because he didn't have them - that was a long story for the bar. Either way, he walked barefoot, dragging a bleeding man from behind. This gentleman was not exactly innocent, which is why Grim didn't exactly care. This was going to be easy... simple... he was stepping in small pool of blood, and he couldn't help but smile somewhat sadistically... this was his face that he put on but hated... he didn't enjoy this. He wanted this man to at least have a last word or two... that would at least put his sleepless conscious to rest for about five seconds before he had to wake up and do this all over again.

Any last words? Grim asked, his voice... well... grim.

The gentleman laughed. No words. He just laughed as he was placed on the block and his head removed.

I spent the last few nights on a slow-moving barge, carrying the usual cargo of fruits and vegetables to the old kingdom. It was an arduous journey between the freezing winds and jack-booted pirates I was beginning to think this retirement was ill advised but all that changed when the capital came into view a grand city on an outcropping of rock the pride of imperial power in Skyrim Perhaps it was after the drinks and the women, but Grim decided it was best to walk out of the city and to pay a visit to the Khajiit caravan that he knew would be coming up the road any minute now. His dear friend Jode was a part of that group, and Grim wanted to know the kinds of gossip or if there was anything worth doing or selling to them.

Walking up the well-worn path I took stock of my surroundings the high cliffs casting a shadow upon the road like the wings of some great monstrosity of times long forgotten the guards seemed rather dimwitted and ill equipped with simple mail and leather their shields notched and scabbards frayed it seems the security of Solitude had waned since Istold's reign I silently observed them as I neared the great oaken gates flanked by high stone towers adored with Crimson banners emblazoned with the wolf as I moved to greet the guard a rather hawkish looking Nord with deep set eyes and a snarling mouth I felt a set of eyes upon me looking to my left I spy a Weasley looking Breton squat and broad with soulful brown eyes and a horrendous scar down his left cheek as if he had been mauled by some great beast it seems he was heading down to the docks perhaps to sample some Argonian wine or fish thought it's none of my business after a quick conversation with the guard I was permitted entry at last my retirement can begin

Grim looked to the side and noted an aging military personnel sort that was headed into the city. While it wasn't so much his business, he did stop and turn himself back around to practically walk a few feet behind him.

Ho there, sir. Need any help settling in?

Flavius Replied courtly Nay Breton I'm simply visiting hoping to gain an audience with Torygg I haven't seen the lad we were boys and after that perhaps purchase a house and pray tale what brings a child of the kingdoms to a land such as this courtly intrigue too dull these days ? Hoping to woo a buxom maiden perhaps

Grim laughed but managed to shake his head at the remark - he didn't exactly know how to explain it other than to simply say it. I am the Executioner. As for Torygg… I am afraid I have some terrible news for you - the High King is dead, killed by a certain Ulfric Stormcloack, they call him. He started a rebellion in the east. Poor lad never stood a chance... I felt sorry for him... I tried to help how I could, but... I was merely following orders at that point. Just killed the man that held open the city gates so that Ulfric could escape. I took some joy in it, if I am being completely honest with you.

The Breton pocketed his hands and kicked a small pebble with his big toe, he missed having boots, but alas, he could not afford them anymore.

Don't suppose you have spare boots lying 'round? They don't pay me enough and work is hard to come by... at least for me... had to sell the boots I had so that I could eat.

But Ulfric was a loyal soldier of the Empire I knew his father Hoag we fought together at Anvil and Bravil I cannot stomach this poison good sir how did this happen when did this happen what of Elisif does she yet live ? and do not make jest Breton your king is dead I would expect some form of melancholy

It's Grim Fleet, sir. On the contrary, He stopped and looked this newcomer in the eye, he wasn't one to show emotion much, he never really cried, but let it never be said that Grim Fleet didn't care. I did... and he is not my King... my King has sent to kill me perhaps... I am not of Skyrim, but like Skyrim, I wept for him. I don't weep for anyone. As for his wife, Jarl Eilsif… lives but is in grief. I am not permitted to enter the Blue Palace at the top of the hill there, but I have sent letters of encouragement and support. I do not think she reads them. Probably believes me to be a suitor. I do not wish to marry, just to be someone to talk to. I doubt she will. No one ever talks to the Executioner unless they want someone dead.

Grim walked toward the city, he was silent but heard a cart and some familiar voices from behind, he walked to the far right. Best make room for the caravan, sir. They're right on our heels.

Who is they Breton has the province given leave of all sense how did all this occur?

Grim didn't really know how to respond to that question. It was too over his head, the truth was, he didn't know how anything happened - all he knew was that he killed the man who held the door. That night... that night he was trying to keep people calm... he was residing at the inn for the night... someone was shouting, he was probably slightly buzzed from drinking...

His thoughts were interrupted by being nearly tackled by a reasonably tall, white furred Khajiit who was laughing. Friend Grim! Jode has got you this time! Grim rolled his eyes at this and stood up all the way, he just continued walking with Jode dangling from his neck. Oh, come on... that isn't fair. Jode complained, somewhat annoyed.

I would suggest getting stronger than. Grim said as he pulled the dangly Khajiit off and sat him down before giving him a brotherly embrace. How are you doing, friend?

Good! We are coming here for a week this time. Hope to do some good business. Maybe we can host you one night.

Aye, and maybe I can bring some friends, it should be a good time. Hey, newcomer, Grim said, gesturing to Jode a minute. This is my good friend Jode, we always have dinner when he comes to visit, want to join us?

Yes, it should be good fun! Jode chimed in, extending his hand out to greet Flavius.

I sneered at the mongrel cat meeting his yellow eyes with visible contempt perfect it seems you consort with servants of the knife eared lords Breton is he here to slaughter us for worshipping Talos? Or perhaps set solitude alight for bearing the dragon banner

Jode and Grim looked at each other before they started laughing. Jode shook his head and continued. Jode does not care whom people worship or what the flag looks like. He just wants to move on from his past and start over. Not all Khajiit are bent on destroying Nirn, you know.

Grim stayed near Flavius as he watched the rest of the caravan approach. They are good people... they just get a bad reputation because of what they look like or what they did before. People deserve a second chance, you know. Fixing both with an Icey stare my voice cut the air like a knife Aye Breton it is easy to forget the horrors of war when you do not stand on a mound of your brothers broken bodies knowing they will never feel the warmth of a lover see the smile of their child forgotten by a damned puppet ruler who signed our lives away for a little peace do not speak of civility towards ones enemy when you were but a babe safe in your mother's arms while our legion languished in blood and death so you will forgive me if I'm not eager to shake hands with those who did the bidding of a tyrannical general like Naarifin

Grim, strangely, respected this position and in an awkward transition, continued toward the city gates. I guess I'll escort you to the Blue Palace then... see if they can find a house for you... what did you say your name was again? I'm am Flavius Marius Valentinianus the Dragon of Stros m'kai former Legate of the 76th auxiliary and savior of Anvil Grim smirked a little, but not at the title, but at the ridiculousness of it. Jode, who heard this, started to laugh. There is a priest friend of ours who says, a man who introduces himself as Grand Master is no Grand Master at all... understand the meaning?

Yeah, Grim said. And I'm a High Rock Lord or something... look, Savior... nobody is going to care who you are here. Leave your ego at the gates, okay?

I fixed them with a small glare you asked my titles so I gave them skooma cat I did not wish for them nor did I care for the glory they brought all I'm reminded of is the lives I had to end to get them then looking to Grim and if what you told me about Ulfric is true I may be wading into a sea of corpses again who is in charge of the imperial Garrison here Abraxas, Hrolding, or did Titus deign to visit his soldiers for once

Jode flattened his ears but his fur rustled a bit as he stepped forward, Grim got in the way. Jode… don't. He just I know,' Grim said. He does have a point though... to be honest, I don't know who's in charge anymore... I believe Tulius is here, but if that's true... convince him not to go to war. Skyrim cannot afford it. We are already on thin ice as it is - he won't listen to someone like me. Maybe he'll listen to you. If you simply kill Ulfric now and come to a solution to unrest. The roads aren't safe. The people aren't safe. The only reason I came here was because... well... I honestly don't know... Jode frowned and exhaled through his nose. Jode knows. Jode knows everything about you. All you need to do is ask and he will tell you. Hmm Tulius I remember him from the academy rather pompous if I recall and you may be right Breton but the empire cannot ignore this insurrection I have no love for the Mede dynasty but it is the only thing keeping Cyrodiil together this are dark tidings Torygg slain like a common beggar Ulfric usurping the throne all the while our emperor seems content to wrap his lips around the Thalmor cock I sigh with irritation facing the cat and what pray tell do you know Khajiit. Jode laughed as he began to help set up the caravan. Well... if you are so curious... come to dinner... it is about time our friend here knows who he is. Grim was nervous, he didn't know what Jode knew, but he figured it couldn't be too terrible... or if it is... perhaps it was best to keep it a secret... My imperious gaze fell upon the executioner and his shifty eye friend Very well Breton but be warned if I suspect your friend of any ill intent, I will present his pelt to Elisif as a new rug It's Grim. Grim said, somewhat annoyed that this person kept referring to him as Breton. Come on, I'll see you to the Palace now... I'm sure you'll want to meet Elisif… but don't... don't mention the Late King... she's still grieving. You may be prim and proper... but if they tell me to kill you... guess what? I look at him with a contemptuous smirk until I deign to trust you your name is Breton and lad I may be an old man but this Scimitar hasn't left my hand for thirty years you would be welcome to try but it won't end well as for fair Elisif worry not this isn't my first time meeting the queen my mind wandering to better times when we were younger and free from the shackles of life alas reality reared its ugly head

My, my... Grim said, somewhat annoyed at this man already. You are an annoying poet, Old Man. Until I decide to trust you, that's your name. Besides... Flav… Falvar… whatever it is... is hard to say. Please tell me there's a nickname somewhere in there.

Poet I let out a throaty laugh no my boy I was educated by bards and playwrights before I ever stepped onto a battlefield father was the soldier taciturn ever eager for his son to bring glory to our house, mother was the artist always hosting Salons for the empress my dear brother Gaius took far more after her than I and at least I'm remembered by my name rather than profession

I am quite the opposite. Grim stated as he opened the gates and held them open, for he didn't open them all the way - too much effort. He thought this to be ironic. A sort of dark twisted irony.

So, you got a family?

Aye I do my older brother Gaius the artist and savant always eager to show his talents or lack thereof, my father Tiberius Valentinianus was a knight commander in the order of the Dragon, then my mother Isabela a fierce firebrand and finally my half-sister Arianne sin incarnate by all accounts and you Breton ? Some ponce lordling claimed you as a bastard yet

Grim did not find this amusing. He just stared into space for a moment and looked at his hands, he noticed that on his left hand was an indentation, but he didn't know what it meant. It looked like a bruise... or a burn... all he knew was that he loved someone and that they weren't here anymore.

I... I don't talk about it very much... I don't... truly remember...

I fixed him with a curious glance his hunched posture and faraway look very telling of a man who has seen far too much the silence was palpable as the bustle of the city seemed to fall on deft ears

Grim walked through the crowd, and as he did, the crowd parted like a frozen sea as an ice breaker barged through. He wasn't exactly a beloved man and Grim frankly hated that about himself. It wasn't exactly his fault either...

As we walked through the cobblestone of Solitude I noticed the fearful glances and hushed whispers as mothers hurried their children away all seemed fearful of this Breton Hmm it seems the cities guard has become rather lax in my absence so Breton could the Legion not stop Istold boy being cut down ? Or did they simply watch

Grim shook his head, he didn't know the answer to this, all he knew was I'm the Executioner. Everyone hates the executioner.

Nay Breton they do not hate you but rather fear you for all they see is hood hiding cold uncaring eyes and the axe severs the head of some poor sod the only difference between a soldier and you is the uniform they do not fear the soldier because the fools do not see what we see the screams of dammed souls or their broken bodies think nothing of their gaze very few come so close to oblivion's embrace

Grim blinked, somewhat annoyed by this person's way of speaking... it was so... proper. By the Nine... you really are a soldier's son... no need to get so... anyway, Blue Palace is this way... if that's where you want to go. Just keep on walking straight and you'll hit it.

He kept on heading that way anyway, and by the time he reached it, he was stopped by the guards who blocked his path any further. Hold it Grim, you know the rules... no Executioners in the Blue Palace.

I know... Grim said, somewhat softly as he muttered. Stupid law... like I'm going to kill anyone that doesn't deserve it... when have I ever done that?

The blue palace was a modestly sized castle aged but resolute much like the Legion inside was a lost love and if memory recalls a blood sucking temptress ah this retirement was quickly turning sour first a dammed skooma cat, Tulius leading the legion, and that queer Breton, and poor torygg. Oh, and Breton better to speak like a soldier's son than some cur who crawled from the stomach of a toothless whore

Why's that, Old Man? Grim asked, somewhat confused as he didn't understand what this old geezer was getting at. Sure, he was his elder, technically, but it's not like he was in the Legion or anything.

I smirked because a soldier's son can go into the blue palace and not stick out like a whore in the convent and with that I turned on my heel heading towards the large Oaken-iron doors eager to gather some information about the state of the old kingdom

Grim reached for his pocket and produced a letter, it was long and sentimental, one of those that began with My Dear Jarl, and ended with Your Faithful Executioner

Hey, Old Man... He said, hand extended, almost pleading with the Legionnaire to come back and take it. Could you take this to her, please?

The guard eyed Grim down and snatched it, reading it before Grim nearly protested. Hey! Do you want your head on the block next?

The guard simply laughed and tossed the paper to the ground before he stepped on it. Run along, Rat. That is your name, isn't it?

Grim. The Breton replied, annoyed and rather pissed off. The only reason I'm not doing anything is because you're on duty...

Is that a threat?

Perhaps. Grim said, taking his leave toward the Whinking Skeever with tense shoulders and bitter eyes.

I stopped and saw the heated exchange between Grim and the guard before noticing the discarded parchment picking it up quickly scanning it's contents by the nine and he said I sounded like a soldiers son I quickly stashed this near love letter into my before entering the blue palace As I opened the great oaken doors it was like a dream from some long forgotten life guards at every corner their eyes shifting this way and that clearly ready for would be assassin's a faint hint of lavender permeated the air I ascended the winding steps and came upon a sight I hadn't seen for nigh on three decades Elisif upon the wolf's head throne upon her brow sat a simple copper band clasped with large cut rubies she looked every inch a regal queen though her eyes were devoid of that marvelous shine her fiery braids absent luster with a complexion like fine paper I silently snarled Ulfric would pay for his treachery

Elisif looked up from her melancholy and for once, she wore a smile of both surprise and welcome change. She stood and walked over to the Imperial soldier, giving him a warm and loving embrace.

It felt like a life age since I had embraced her or seen that smile it filled me with some joy to know that the firebrand girl of my youth was under all that pomp and pageantry Elisif it seems you haven't forgotten me in all these years though I wish I come during better times it seems the whole province has taken leave of its fucking sanity

Elisif moved back to her throne, she straightened her robes out and cleared her throat. It's good to see you. What brings you here?

I was hoping to retire after fighting the dominion for so long I knew eventually my sword arm would falter so I decided to visit the old kingdom and perhaps build a house of course I was shocked to learn of a new war for the throne

Elisif nodded and sighed with some weight to it. To be honest, things haven't been easy, but we are managing, and with General Tulius around, I am sure the rebellion in the east will be over soon. I just hope it does not come to bloodshed. If we can end it before it even begins then perhaps, we can save Skyrim from destroying herself.

If fixed her with a saddened look Elisif we both know Ulfric will fight tooth and nail for his convictions many will follow him seeing the empire as battered and weak and I cannot begrudge them for that

Alas it seems these dark days will continue though there may be some hope still beating in the hearts of men

Elisif agreed to this and sat back in her throne, she gave a brief shrug as she smiled again. Stay as my guest, until you can find some place to stay. We will have dinner to catch up, I want to know what you've been up to all these years. I've missed you. I smiled it seems the little fire lily of Solitude hasn't changed in all these years it would be my honor, Elisif bowed her head and began to dismiss the court. She departed for her bed chambers to prepare for the meal, and as she passed the man, said: My guards told me that you came with the executioner - he's a good man, extend an invitation to him, I would like to speak with him. I looked somewhat surprised Elisif I have no idea where he may be and more to the point would it not look improper for the Queen to be consulting with the headsmen I mean no cruelty towards the man but none hold any love for he who sends them to oblivion. Elisif replied with some conviction He is a good man, he honestly should not be in that bloody business, but a guard, he would be good at it. That is what I am going to propose. I want you to train him, if that is what you still do. I will pay you handsomely for it. I laugh like roaring thunder Elisif you wish me to train a headsmen to fight like the Alikir I do not doubt his courage my fair lady only the reach of his arm you would have him cast aside his cowl and bear the wolves banner? Elisif tried to move down the hall, she was already partially undressing.

Well, we shall discuss it over dinner. I want to see both of you there and make sure he looks nice.

I fix her with a charming smile you know if you need help undressing, I would be happy to assist my lady just like old times only your father won't burst in Axe in hand

Elisif almost laughed as she walked into the bedroom, she just stood in the center and smiled back, glad to at least have some form of companionship. You know, most people would think it wrong - for someone to undress me, especially a man, and especially after... after my husband. If you would, do me a personal favor...

Well I'm unlike many of the boot lickers and what's the nord term milk drinkers you are forced to deal with I'm what do you need my queen?

Good, Elisif said, as she walked to the divider and completely undressed.

Go to the wardrobe over there and pick out something for me to wear... but that's not the favor... the favor is, Torygg had a horn, and he always wanted to place it at the Shrine of Talos, you know, the one outside of Whiterun. If you deliver it there, I will be most grateful, and I'm sure Torygg would be too... he was... he was such a good man. I honestly just wish... why do the good men always have to die before they grow old?

Rummaging through her wardrobe I spy a lovely dress glittering blue studded with several pearls I smiled this was the dress I presented her when Torygg proposed I quickly handed it to her behind the divider I do not know Elisif truly the gods are cruel to take those we love while those who curse are names linger tis but a horrid omen in these days that we should come to see the end of a royal line the young perish while the old linger you forget I have seen the cruelty of life for five ages I have walked this plain of mundus seeing my brothers falter before the sword or even more cruel the bitter spell that is mortality but I do not fall before them a weep for the lose rather I take joy in knowing that they loved me and I them for without love I would have been lost long ago on those bloody fields in Anvil and the Capital the only thought I had was of you alone in this world I survived because for my family, my men, but I think most of all for you take heart Elisif the good may perish but they shall be remembered far better than those who are wicked and cruel

Elisif took the dress and began to dress herself. When she was mostly prepared, she walked to him and turned herself around. Mind tying this for me.

I just worry, that's all. I'll be okay. What will you do, now that you're here?

I gingerly tied the intricate laces cursing as my gloves made it a bloody fiasco fixing her with a wearied look I truly do not know Elisif my heart tells me to step onto the battlefield once more if all else fails and the Legion cannot defeat this threat I will March upon Windhelm and challenge Ulfric to a duel

I have always told you to do what your heart tells you to do. Elisif said, honestly hoping that he would stay for a time.

I don't know what to do... I could really use someone right now... I would love to have you on my court, you can be a Thane, and we can certainly help each other.

She almost laughed at his attempt, but it was rather amusing as she did the best, she could by herself. She smiled and turned back to him. Go and fetch the headsman. I'd wager he would be in the tavern or perhaps near the city gates. His name is Grim, he's the only person I know with that name, so he should be pretty easy to find again.

You say it as if it's easy my lady a heart is a fickle thing ruled by love and melancholy I silently chuckle at the mention of that damned executioner Elisif it seems you forget who sits on the wolves throne if you wish his presence why not ask a guard to deliver him these old bones can't take much more walking

Elisif chuckled, she walked out of the room. Very well... make yourself at home. Don't worry about Ulfric or any of this business, just enjoy dinner.

I chuckled again as you say my queen though I expect the desert to be much sweeter my wolfish grin still charming despite my age I noticed her pale complexion take on a red hue Dinner was a cheerful affair as we discussed our lives since last meeting all those years ago sharing my tales of adventure in hammerfell battling the vile elves while Elisif told me of life in the capital Grim, who was at the table, was slightly annoyed at his invitation. He was told Elisif had a job for him to do, but it was looking more and more like a member of high society looking down on the lower to make themselves look good. Elisif was a little drunk though from too much wine. She was laughing as she turned to the executioner.

So, what's your story? You... you never really told me. Nothing to tell, My Lady. Grim said, maintaining his aura of strict business. I am simply the man who kills people you tell me to. Oh, come on! You must have an adventure or something to tell! Elisif practically demanded. You're not leaving... until... until you tell me something. I really like this wine. Does anyone want more? I think I could go for some more!

I fixed the Breton with an apologetic look, as dear Elisif partook in another cup of Argonian red Elisif I think you have had enough your cheeks are redder than the waters of yokuda I am the Queen of Skyrim! Elisif shouted, and while that may have been the sentiment, that technically wasn't true. Grim was rather quick to point this out and agreed.

I best go. You are in no condition to talk. If you request something of me, I expect a sober adult, not an immature child.

After grim filed out I was left with a very tipsy high queen alright Elisif I think that's enough the headsmen is gone and you made a rather poor impression though it was amusing

I don't care. Elisif said, her laugh echoing through the hall. I need him to kill... the prisoner.

The Prisoner was a man without a name, but it was known that he used to serve one of the Emirs of Hammerfell. I fixed her with a passive glance What crime did this man commit that you would wish death upon him Elisif laughed, she didn't give an answer, only a small smile as she gently laid her head on the table. It was rather apparent that the answer to this question would not be answered now. I sigh with irritation Elisif if this is how you carry on it will Stoke the fires of sedition; they will see him as a true king now who is this redguard perhaps I have met him Elisif laughed as she began to doze off. A guard entered and began to escort her to her chambers, he answered the question. Some former assistant to one of the Emirs. Don't know his name, he isn't much of a talker. Take the night off I know what she is like after so much drink and it's beat that you are not here Understood. The guard said, somewhat relieved as he bowed and vacated the room. He did stop a moment and ask: Do you suppose that executioner ever kills the wrong man? I've always wondered... never had the courage to ask him in person. I fixed the guard with a pensive stare Aye he may deal a blow for the undeserving but who is to truly say when a man deserves death those who deserve oblivion embrace often live and those who do not perish but it is not for us to decide unless we swing the sword ourselves The guard nodded in agreement somewhat as he exited; Grim meanwhile, entered the Winking Skeever and promptly told the barkeep to make him a pint of mead and some venison. The Prisoner on the other hand, was sitting in his cell, writing a letter to his beloved cousin back home in Hammerfell. The Jarl of Solitude laughed as Faulk Firebeard came into the room, meaning to ask his regent about some matter when he rushed over and assisted her up to her feet and out of the room.

You've had too much to drink... you need to rest... I'll take care of any business.

Oh Falk... you're... you're always so kind... to... me.

I am your steward, it's part of the job. He said as he escorted her to her chambers. I shall return momentarily, sir, I apologize... perhaps you can help me with something.

I fixed Falk with a curious stare Do not worry Steward I have seen her in far worse condition she could never hold her drink well and what would a Steward require of an old legionary

You'll understand in a moment. Falk said as he placed Elisif in her room, locked the door, and posted a sentry in front of it. When he returned to the dining room, he had some parchment in his hands.

Elisif seems to trust you, so I'm going to take a gamble on you. This matter is rather important, Elisif knows about it, but I don't believe she understands how serious it is. The parchment was a warrant of arrest for Grim.

Normally, I would have a guard carry this out, but we are talking about the Executioner. Falk said, somewhat nervous himself. He is wanted by the Hammerfell and High Rock governments, we are at risk of losing their support if we keep him in Skyrim. We need someone with a more... gentle touch. I'm sending you because I believe you can help. He may not even be guilty, we don't know for certain, but we need him back here. That was part of the reason he was invited tonight, but it was never mentioned or brought up. I suppose Elisif thought there could be redemption by having him kill the Prisoner who we know is wanted for murder, she is a kind woman like that, but until we have all the answers, we have to keep him imprisoned here - under your watch. That is the job. We shall pay you handsomely for it - how does one-hundred pieces a day sound?

To say a man is innocent of his crimes simply because he slays another who is equally guilty that is no justice steward though I wish to know what is the Breton accused of judging by the severity of their outcry I would wager my fortune on murder possibly a noble who antagonized him ? More to the point how did Elisif wager that having this Breton carry out his duty would placate the Sultan and kings? As for reward I do not need your gold my families fortune is rivaled only by the emperor's though he deserves nary a Septim. I'm sorry Falk said, somewhat confused. I do not believe I follow you... you're asking what Grim's crimes are? Well... it was the murder of his wife... but it is unconfirmed. The Prisoner was brought here to execute him, but we believe it is more just to have a fair trial of both accounts, considering who Grim is in relation to ourselves. Hmm and what is the proof he carried out the crime if you like I could simply remove his head now and save Elisif the trouble Skyrim is consumed by chaos and she does not need this distraction That is the trouble. Faulk said, somewhat annoyed. I personally do not believe it. Yes, he is the executioner, but he does have a moral compass, believe it or not. Many a man can appear calm but there is a beast lurking within us all morality does very little in the face of rage mayhaps it would be wise to imprison him for now until this horrid affair is squared away Perhaps... though I don't know what good it would do. Faulk said. Yes, he'd be off the streets, but we would be short a headsman. Severing the head from a man's neck is hardly an art a soldier could take up the axe until he is cleared of the charges

Faulk bit his lip and rolled his shoulders back. We can discuss this when she is feeling better, I suppose. Thank you for your input. Could you please ensure that Grim is aware of what is going on? Think of it as a favor, for all our sakes. I must make sure this place doesn't fall apart overnight... believe me, that sentence makes sense. Drunk Elisif is... impulsive...

Oh I know we were friends from childhood so her impulses are rather apparent as for grim maybe it would be best not to tell him if the man is guilty he may bolt or become violent and it would reflect poorly on Elisif if her headsmen started killing the populace

I doubt that Grim is going to kill people on a whim. Faulk said. I've told you... he has a moral compass. I have known Elisif for many years, but I have also known Grim for the same amount of time. We are technically related... why do you think he's here in Solitude? Under her orders? Bah. I fixed falk with a glower If you are his kin then why are you handling this affair would the blood ties not blind you to the possibility as for our queen she may not order it but he is here at her leisure She is the ruler of this City

Falk understood what he was saying but gave him a rather disturbed glare. Perhaps... if I were a weaker man, but I have no love for him really. I pity him. I am trying to be as fair as I can. You must understand my position...

I fixed falk with a venomous glare Could it be you are trying to woo Elisif with your compassion for the poor executioner my far distant kin down on his luck I shall save him for all solitude to see though my its quit peculiar I noticed it was you who laid the bottles of wine out Argonian red and Sujama rather strong for a formal dinner and throughout the entire meal my wine was rather simple but then I tasted Elisif as she appeared to be getting rather tipsy much faster I found the droughts flavor rather peculiar it seems blue maiden was added and as you know it's a rather strong poison making the victim feel as if they are on fire so Falk Firebeard perhaps you would like to explain yourself before I call the guards or should I just remove your head now ? The Steward was taken aback, he furrowed his brow and got on the defense. I have been loyal to this house. I have always been loyal to this house! This country. You have been in too many wars, sir! He was practically on fire with not rage but... emotion, as if he was insulted that even the thought of treason was brought up. He didn't do anything but serve dinner.

I brought it for you. I thought you would like it.

I let out a bellowing laugh Yet Elisif cup was the only one spiked then lo and behold you suddenly appear ready to whisk her away to her chambers to which you gave the only key my eyes glinted in the low light like some ancient dadera I could see he was nervous eyes shifting left and right I may have walked away from many a battle field but war teaches a man to not be foolish so confess or I can simply call the guards it is your choice steward I suspect this isn't your first attempt at this little song and dance pining for a love that was never your standing beside her as she grieved for a king you so loathed for his loyalty to the dragon tell me falk what was the promised price when Solitude was ablaze and the bear banners flew high it seems rather odd that the poor fellow executed could have opened the gate by himself I have visited this city many times before and know the contraption takes two and from what I heard you were nowhere to be seen when Ulfric cut torygg down Falk Firebeard blinked and shook his head. What evidence do I need to provide to present to you the possibility that I am innocent of whatever it is that you accuse me of? I would gladly believe you steward if I hadn't seen you eyeing Elisif like a wolf does a fresh kill but we both know that playing the fool will only take you so far Falk removed a letter and proceeded to walk out of the room. Spare me the axe... that letter details what I know on the executioner. Deliver this as my resignation. If you want the job, it's yours. You're obviously more... more... righteous... than I am. Consider this. Do not presume that this will absolve past sins steward now tell me this grand scheme in detail lest Elisif find your head adorning the castle walls on the morrow Falk sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. I did it because they wanted me to... I didn't have much of a choice. When your family is threatened... you'd do anything to save them. I didn't want to betray anyone... I'm honestly glad you stopped me. I'm not a killer, sir. Just a man who made a mistake. Who is they Steward the dominions reach will have grown long indeed if they can control Solitude those damn elves. Falk said, somewhat annoyed that this was happening. Perhaps you want to kill me, but please don't. I don't want my children growing up without a father. While you are in no place to forgive me, and you have every right to kill me, I ask mercy of you. And it was you who opened the gate and let that poor soldier take the fall all the for the sake of the dammed elves? So, steward what was this grand scheme of those damned knife ears control Skyrim through you as a puppet ruler if you managed to seduce Elisif. the plan was to install someone else; I was merely to... displace the current. Falk said, somewhat shameful of this. It is treason... and I know the penalty, but I was merely a pawn in the grand scheme of things. It's already in disrepair. Falk said, somewhat matter-of-factly. If I aide the cause of repressing Ulfric, will I at least be able to live? Treason is treason my dear Firebeard I'm sorry to say but if we let you live then what stops us from sparing Ulfric or the elves. Falk said I was told that what I was doing would be for the security and safety of Skyrim. I was fooled. There is a difference between being fooled into protecting your country and finding out differently than to bluntly rebel and see it fall to ruin. I am not Ulfric Stormcloak. If I am to die, then at least kill me after the war is over. Conscript me. Put into service of someone else but allow me to say goodbye to my children before my head is removed. I looked at him with some empathy I'm truly sorry falk he didn't have time to react as my scimitar pierced his chest no words were uttered as his eyes glazed over a with a soft thud, he fell to the ground dead A guard, who heard the thud and had some news of his own, came into the room and was ultimately shocked. Wh- you... you killed the steward! He immediately drew his blade and stood his ground. You best explain yourself good, ya hear?

It truly breaks my heart to end his life, but this note will explain everything good sir falk was conspiring to claim Elisif as his own using blue maiden on order from the elves. The guard still had his weapon raised as he cleared his throat and said: The- the- the Mane is coming here... he's already in Skyrim, so I was told. I fixed him with a perplexed look why is the leader of those damned skooma cats coming all this way surly Thalmor cock is more abundant in the south? I'm not exactly sure. The guard said, somewhat at a loss, but I received this letter from the courier.

He pulled out the letter and placed it on the table, it was written extremely well and had the appearance of someone with a royal hand.

To Elisif and all Mighty Skyrim,

I am travelling north for diplomatic reasons; my interim is rather skilled and shall run the country whilst I am on leave. The purpose of this visit is to lessen tension between our two nations and to free ourselves from the Elvish Tyrants. I know what it is like to be ruled over them, purr-haps we can work to each other's benefit. I shall be travelling with my personal guard, Calvin, he is a skilled warrior and knows Skyrim well. May this be the beginning of a new era for Tamriel and may we remedy the plagues of our forefathers.

Best Wishes,

Mane S'ahara

I crumpled the letter in frustration and threw it into the hearth Where was this compassion when his brethren were slaughtering babe's in their beds during the great war where was this civility when those damn battle cats put Bravil to the sword this seems rather suspicious the Lord of Elsweyr coming to Skyrim in the midst of a civil war Titus must be livid that he would seek an alliance with the rebellious province. I don't know sir. The guard said. Perhaps this can be explained... just try to have an open mind about things... that always seems to work for me. All I know is that the courier, my cousin, met the man himself, and from what he says, it seems to be good news that the Mane wants to come here. He certainly isn't his father, that's what my cos said. It still seems rather strange Ulfric kills the high king falk helps him escape that poor fellow takes the fall and the Ulfric avoids the headsmen now the leader of elsweyr comes to Skyrim in the midst of this chaos hoping to secure an alliance I agree it is odd. The guard said, somewhat agreeing with the logic. Perhaps it is just convivence, bad timing, or something else. To be honest sir, since you are now acting steward to Elisif, what would you suggest we do in preparation? I hear he's staying the night in Dragon's Bridge and will be here in the morning.

And how do you figure I'm acting steward boy?

Because you killed the other one. The guard shrugged and moved to exit.

Cleaning the throne room was a difficult task as blue satin retains blood rather well the floor stillborn a crimson stain though it was a small price to pay for exposing a viper such as Firebeard his head now adorned a spike on the ramparts while his body was strung up in the square with a simple missive we shall not bow to elves the mane would be arriving within the hour and Elisif was a nervous wreck and still quit hungover from the previous night

Mane S'ahara was not in flashy appearance really, but wore a simplistic, but still regal looking robe, walked through the gate of Solitude with his trusted companion. Both were in disguise to not draw too much attention and they brought with them a golden box. He had a small crown on his head, which was black, much like the rest of him. His fur was rather fine and silky, and his hair was long as his tribe and guard was very small. His bare feet scraped across the ground as he observed the city and was rather put off by the blood and gore of it. He understood it rather quickly and asked for very clear directions to the Blue Palace. Elisif meanwhile, was trying her best to sober up, but she was rather frantic. Oh... the Mane is coming... and I look like a slattern. Oh... what do I do! I sat there rather amused as Elisif scurried around like a trapped rat My dear why are you worrying far too much you're as radiant as ever despite the heavy dose of blue maiden and drinking a jug container of Sujama it's just a bloody Khajiit

It's not just a bloody Khajiit, it's the Mane of Elsweyr. He's a King. Elisif said, somewhat losing control for a moment before she grabbed some water. I'm just worried he will-

Announcing, the Mane of Elsweyr, Sahara. The guard said in a loud, bold voice.

The Mane and his companion walked up the stairs and stood at a respectable distance, he was clearly a humble man who didn't want to impose much. He didn't look strong or imposing, just a skinny black twig with fancy clothes, a crown on his head, and a box in his hand. The companion, who was a redguard by the name of Calvin, stepped forward. He was dressed in matching attire as his boss but was clearly a former Alik'r with his scimitar at his side and the way his gait displayed itself as he walked forward before the Mane with a bow.

Jarl Elisif and Company, we are privileged to be here. The Mane has requested that you receive this gift of incense as a token of friendship and he hopes to do good work here. He has taken a vow of silence for his predecessor, out of respect. It can only be broken if you accept this gift and if you agree to be present at the talks with Tulius in a few days.

Elisif looked panic stricken as the king of the catfolk entered he was just as I remembered him from the great war lithe as a jaguar and cunning as a slaughter fish since Elisif refused to act I quickly stepped in I will accept the incense of behalf of the queen to honor the lord of elsweyr blessed born of the twin moons I welcome him to the old kingdom home of kyne the jewel of tamriel

The Mane bowed in respect and stepped forward and placed the box at Elisif's feet. He opened it and revealed three bottles of incense and a string of pearls. Elisif blinked and smiled a little bit.

Well, you certainly are charming, Mane.

Please, The Mane said, not looking her in the eye yet. Call this one S'ahara. We present to you the finest scents in all Elsweyr and a string of genuine pearls.

He stood and folded his hands together as if he were participating in a prayer. Calvin moved to his side but said nothing.

You must have inquiries as to why we are here, S'ahara said, his voice rather calm, but having that regal sense about it. He seemed like a nice fellow who just wanted to do the right thing. This one knows that his father and his grandfather, who participated in the Great War, were not honorable men, were not decent men, but S'ahara is not of their ilk. He asks only that you give him a chance to prove this. He is aware of Skyrim's plight against the Thalmor and of the rebellion in the east. He wishes to help you gain your independence from both the Empire and insurrection. May there be peace here, so that there can also be peace in Elsweyr too. He is a humble man, practically a priest, you see, but S'ahara knows how to fight and how to war but also how to make peace, which is what he will attempt first, if you allow him to. Let us work together and let us be friends here. For the old day is done and a new one has begun. Let this day be known as one of progress and action. In other words, how may the Mane of Elsweyr help you? I fixed the damned cat with a glare You would see Skyrim break away from the empire do you truly know the damage it would unleash Cyrodiil cannot stand against the knife ears alone and your people have certainly aided them in their worst excesses of cruelty noble mane if you wish to help the people of Tamriel do not bring gifts of incense and pearls rather take the fight to those highborn bastards on their blessed isle before they slaughter your kind and all those they deem inferior I know the strength of the mighty cat folk I fought against you and your father on the field at anvil and I was the one who brought him low it nearly cost me my life if you truly wish to do the legacy of the mane proud then do not speak of division think of an empire reborn not this decaying corpse built on decadence and greed

Calvin almost, almost drew his blade, but S'ahara stopped him with a raised hand. The man has a point; but Elsweyr is broken and divided - if the Thalmor can be defeated here then they can be defeated anywhere. Skyrim can be a rallying cry, a bold front against them. Elsweyr needs Skyrim's help. If you believe the Thalmor, or the Aldmeri are ruthless here, then you know nothing of what goes on back home. We are dying. We are bleeding from within. This one's supporters are many but not enough to overcome this, that is why he is here. To help gain support beyond borders and to help those he can. This is more than just a goodwill mission, but a desperate rescue. Your passion and drive are admirable, this one respects you, sir. You fought bravely on the field and this one only wishes that you would have killed my father - purr-haps this call for action and aide would not be happening, and we would be in a better situation; alas, we are not.

He asks you, S'ahara said, looking to Elisif now. Not to help him win his country, but to help him save Tamriel from this tyranny. The Aldmeri Dominion must die.

I nodded in agreement before fixing the mane and Elisif with a deadly glare I think I may have a way to end this war in one broad stroke mane but the information I'm about to divulge cannot leave this room

Elisif looked at S'ahara with sympathy but with a frown. I'm sorry, but I do not believe I can help you.

S'ahara flattened his ears and nodded in understanding. We are lost without you. We must do this together as one collation or else we will never rid ourselves of them.

Calvin chimed in. What my master is trying to say is, if you want to save the Empire, then the fight begins here. Maybe with this victory here in Skyrim, Elsweyr could succeed too... in other words -

It is time for Skyrim to lead the charge. For freedom. Finally. S'ahara said, with slightly more conviction than before. He was completely serious. He wanted this elf business to end and his country to be independent again, but he would rather have the elves leave or be destroyed first and gain independence later. S'ahara raised his brow in anticipation, his tail swished back and forth, and Calvin practically leaned forward as if hearing was a problem. Both were waiting for the man to continue, but S'ahara raised his right hand and spoke in his native tongue, to which Calvin repeated the motion with his hand and translated: By the spirit of my forefathers, may my lips be sealed.

I fixed her with a sympathetic look Elisif we have to aid them if not the rest of tamriel shall be lost if we do not make a stand the old world shall be destroyed and all that was fair and good shall fade and give way to shadow I will not submit to the gilded shackles nor will I lay down may blade until I see the empire of my grandfather set free My family name of Valentinianus is simply a ruse we have been in hiding since the oblivion crisis for fear of retribution and death the thalmor thought we were exterminated but I'm living proof my siblings are living proof that they failed I am Flavius Septim heir to the seat of sundered kings the dragon of stros m'kai successor to my grandsire Tiber Septim.

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Main Character:

Flavius Valentinianus born on the 15th of Sun's Dusk 4th Era year 146 in the province of Cyrodiil the dragon of Stros m'kai an Imperial veteran who comes from a long line of decorated Legionaries and imperial officials he loves the empire and also enjoys a good book, born into the prestigious Valentinian family Flavius was destined for greatness joining the Legion upon reaching his 18th nameday he would serve honorably as a soldier of the 76th auxiliary touring the provinces of the Empire from the pomp and pageantry of Highrock, to the mysterious Hist filled swamps of Argonia putting down various rebellions for the declining Mede empire by his 25th name day Flavius had seen more battle and bloodshed than legionaries twice his age. Flavius would serve with honor during the Great War as a Legate under the command of General Decianus fighting in the battles of Hammerfell and the red ring alas all this suffering was for naught when Titus Mede II bowed before the whims of the Thalmor by signing the white gold concordat Flavius was disgusted the empire didn't bow or break they didn't retreat Titus made was a disgrace to the title of emperor Flavius knew the empire could be strong again but not under this puppet dynasty he would be the one to make it strong again like the Septims of old. Flavius threw aside his rank in the legion, packed his belongings, and ventured to Hammerfell hoping to aid the Redguard resistance fight against the encroaching thalmor threat after ten long years all of his compatriots had perished in battle or retired when their sword arms became too weak from old age Flavius decided to visit the old kingdom taking a merchant vessel from Sentinel and Sailing to the imperial capital Solitude upon his arrival Flavius learned of the bloody civil war between the imperial legion and the Stormcloaks he is truly disheartened knowing that this conflict will further weaken the empire. Upon learning he is Dovahkiin Flavius will make it his duty to slaughter every dragon of the old kingdom he always carries the amulets of Talos and Akatosh symbolizing his devotion to the empire. During his journey, he will join the companions but will fervently reject the blessing of wolves blood not wanting to be tied to Hircine for eternity Flavius slaughtered the dark brotherhood as he despises the vile death worshipping cult and will personally see to it that Ulfrics head is mounted on a spike. Viewing the Stormcloaks as a band of stupid bitter Nords who don't understand that the Thalmor can only be defeated by a united empire he rejoins the Legion working his way up the ranks again as he was declared a deserter when he left for Hammerfell. Flavius is above all an honorable man and loves all races except those loyal to the Thalmor such as the Khajit or Bosmer but any man can show their worth he holds a great deal of respect for the Redguards as he fought beside the children of Hammerfell for so many years he also has a great love of Redguard and Dunmer women. Flavius has the classical Valentinian looks olive skin with black hair and Bright blue eyes. His heavy black hair is thick on his chest and coarse around his sex. He is a very tall man; Tariq estimates his height to be six and a half feet. As a young adult, Flavius was a handsome, clean-shaven man, with rough and hard hands. He is strong and powerful and muscled "like a maiden's fantasy. As an imperial mercenary Flavius gained his armor from fallen soldiers and various tombs that littered the great Alik'r desert imperial knight boots vambraces and helmet complete with a scarlet cloak bearing the imperial dragon the Einherjar heavy cuirass and for defense a large round shield of Nordic make forged from Ebony he wields an ornate Alik'r Scimitar forged by the finest smiths of Sentinel he also wears a finely wrought golden ring clasped with a large ruby is has been passed down to each head of the Valentinian family and is his most prized possession Flavius is an imperial soldier by heart and he will put down any rebellion against his homeland with a fiery rage of his dovah soul he is Talos reborn and he will make sure those damn gilded knife ears know.