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Aragorn Nibenay watched through the highest point of Fort Crowhaven, one of the rare restored forts in all of Cyrodiil, the battle going on in the distance. The Aldmeri Dominion was finally making a move on the heartlands, and they started with a naval invasion.

Well, this both simplified and complicated his plans. The denizens of Anvil would see them as the rescuers from the Aldmeri dominion. But they would have to fight the Dominion.

That itself wasn't a problem, the armies he fielded here were far superior in technology and tactics. They had more combat experience and knew their place in the field very well. They would defeat the enemy without a single command being uttered. Yet, when counting the number of mages. The Dominion outnumbered them vastly.

It was clear that the Thalmor were playing to their strength. They had the best trained battlemages in the Continent, period. And they also had many, currently Aragorn's Army stood at 3,500 infantrymen, 1000 mages. 500 healers and combative medics, 80 sabetours, and 300 artillery men servicing the 100 cannons not counting the unit assigned to keep the artillery firing and a total of 1,388 Cavalry. The one unit that took the brunt of the casualties, alongside the combat meds and sabetours. He also had 1,812 troops on reserve whose sole purpose was to protect the artillery line, since they would be susceptible to Magical attacks and perhaps the stray arrow. For each artillery team being assigned 8 infantrymen, 4 healers and 6 battlemages. All in all he had 9,580 men at his disposal

but the Thalmor had more, with more than 12,000 Soldiers/Mages. that could theoretically multiple their fire effect by more than 2 per each individual mage. Bringing their numbers much hire if they preferred Conjuration.

It was at times like this that Aragorn cursed the longevity of the elves. They certainly had time to train their numbers up to par.

Deciding on a course of action, Aragorn gathered his commanders, it was time to attack.

Gathering all 20 of his commanders in the tent Aragorn spoke up "We will be going against the Aldmeri Dominion today-" Aragorn paused to gauge the reaction of his men, all bloodthirsty and looking for some revenge, understandable. All of them had lost something or someone to the Great War and the dominion. "We will combine Tactics today. The creeping barrage with a modified Zulu formation. They have about 30 warships in the bay. Gents, try not to sink them all, we estimate they have a capacity of 400 sailors each, and with some modifications could be fitted with cannons. It'll be faster to establish a fleet here in Cyrodiil than trying to sail our warships from skyrim, our goal is to capture as many as we can here and now, and to do that, we need to make a large distraction. Commander Harold, you will take the 50th Infantry regiment and lure them into-" Aragorn paused again to look at the map and pointed at one of the flag markers "Into the area surrounding Fort Wariel.

"I will dispatch a courier in advance for the Garrison there along the surrounding area to prepare for an offensive"

Another commander raised his hand "Sir, how are we gonna draw them out?"

Aragorn closed his eyes "Engage their troops, from there begin a retreating valley."

The retreating valley, Inspired by the books on a type of handheld Gunpowder or combustion based weapons. Or so had Harry explained. Where the usual valley had troops form 'steps' after every shot fired as they retreated behind their squadmates who had a loaded weapon as they reloaded their own. The retreating valley expanded upon this concept as a form of bait.

Once they harassed the enemy enough to get them chasing after you, you would begin a chain of steps backward towards a set trap.

Thought, it had worked for many engagements in the heartlands. It had never before been used on an army of this size and scale. But luckily, with the surrounding camps joining in, or at least hoping they will. And the long retreat inland the scouting legion would have to take to bait the aldmeri enough to dwindle down their numbers and ease the burden of the battlemages and reduce the casualties that Aragorn knew would be mounting on this specific upcoming battle.

After a few hours of Ironing out the details the Cyrodiilic born general dismissed the officers of his army and took out a small piece of parchment.

'the Dominion is here

Aragorn'

An hour later, In another province full of ice and snow. A boy of nearly 14 winters read the note that had been delivered via a magnificent snowy owl.

He scratched the birds head softly as he thought for a moment, before taking out his own parchment, ink and quill.

'Destroy them down to the last man. Do not let them escape'

The Vengance; Capital Class Transport, Anvil Docks.

In a elegantly decorated office, with windows facing the sea. An Altmer dressed in elegant and flowing Gold and black robes was interrupted from his reverence as he thought what to do with the none elven residents of Anvil.

"My Lord! We are being hit from an unknown party! They have numbers and their weapons are unknown to us. They seem to be keeping their distance preferring explosive projectiles. Their- their humans sir, nordlings by the look of most."

The elf stood up as he looked at his servant, an elf of lesser blood, a bosmer and said in an unpleasantly cruel voice "Bring them down by whatever means Necessary! Bring the entire army to bear on them if you have to. We ought to show them their place."

The Bosmer gave him a small bow, "Yes sir."

The elf retreated to relay the instructions from the general. Leaving the room the elf met up with a female altmer officer, who stood at 5'6. Had pale skin and vibrant red hair and hazel eyes. The altmer looked at the bosmer from her position in the wall and asked with a disgusted voice

"What did our dear commander say?"

The bosmer sneered "He wants us to chase after the unknown army."

The woman hissed, their commander was like the rest of the thalmor leadership. She was honestly sick and tired of it. Llorva had seen the cataclysm that was The Great War, and later on the war against Hammerfell. All this just to prove elves where superior?

"Hah." Llorva snorts "Only thing we did was prove ourselves bellow men."

Not realizing she had spoken aloud she was caught off guard when her bosmeri friend said "Perhaps. Now we are gonna see how far below."

"This army fights like nothing we have seen, we don't know their numbers, we don't know how long they've been in the heartlands or just what those weapons are capable of."

The trap was set, and they had taken the bait.

A classic blunder. They had seen a small scouting unit and had chased after it.

And once they were sufficiently inside the trap cannons ripped through the air alerting them of their mistakes but it was too late. The horn formation had descended on them. Thousands of horses ran at them at high speed not caring for the cannonade nor the flaming arrows that were raining down on their position.

Being on the verge of an omnidimensional attack and surrounded from all sides the Thalmor troops could do little as the cavalry slammed into their midst, some even being flung around.

But the disarray didn't last nearly long enough as Aragorn would have liked. And soon, while not together or in any sort of coordination the remaining soldiers began to fight back. Though a couple thousand died in the opening attack. The thalmor still had 10,000 of the best trained mages in Tamriel, while the Army of nods had a more modular and diverse army, which was easier to pick off in sections.

Aragorn as he observed the battle, raised his hand and let a ball of light into the sky. A signal for the reserves that were hiding within

the actual fort and they began to rain down explosive bolts.

Within the midst of the fighting Llorva raised her elven made sword and let out a yell as she gathered her men around her. Commanding them to break the blockade that encircled them.

Aragorn had foreseen this breakout attempt thankfully, had ordered nearby garrison to move what remaining troops they had that were not already here in this battle to mount up against the Flotilla anchored at the port of Anvil. Raising his hand he sent out another colored ball of light. This time yellow.

From now on the Nords would fight at distance, no more close combat fighting as they had been for close to an hour now. Instead they would advance the line as the elves retreated. It would expose their biggest weakness, but at this point he felt confident in the strength of this army.

And then, It happened. An unmistakable roar.

Aragorn looked up to see a white gold beast dot the sky. A dragon, and not just Any dragon tho. This one was the personal mount of Harry Stormcrown. Though as far as he could see the dragon was not carrying his usual passenger.

No. Instead the dragon flew towards where the thalmor contingent was, fleeing and swooping in down low for a breath attack, before gliding back up and disappearing towards Anvil.

Sounding a horn he urged his army to move ever faster and soon they were inside of anvil fighting their way through the Thalmor centries and into the docks boarding vessels one by one. Aragorn himself boarded onto the largest one. The flagship of the Thalmor Armada and cut his way through the passages into the captain's quarters. Where he caught the Thalmor General entertaining himself with a less than willing maid. No words were spoken as a bolt was placed within the skull of the Thalmor and watched it blow.

A Human woman, imperial by her looks tried to cover what little of her modesty remained as she laid sobbing. The man simply gave her a nod and called in one of the female soldiers.

Going back upon the deck he saw the same Altmer commander from earlier, and she looked back at him. Out of instinct he pulled his own crossbow and aimed it at her as he watched their boat move itself out of the dock, she made no move to defend herself.

The man lowered the weapon as he looked at the female Altmer. Something telling him to let go. He watched the ship, the only one sail away into the distance.

"General , We've captured 23 ships. Had to sink 6 and that one got away sir. Do we give chase?" An officer informed him taking him out of his revere.

"No, let them go. They lost." Aragorn said. "There's no point in chasing them. They obviously committed most of their efforts here. Their army is broken, within an hour, 2 at most. They had magic but we had better weapons and a more experienced army. That's all that matters now. No need to push our luck and stretch ourselves thin."

The officer bowed "Yes sir."

Another officer came in and handled the General a scroll "Came in today sir. From Lady Miraak."

Aragorn took the scroll with Interest and unfurled it

'hey there though guy. Bravil and Leyawiin are already ours. We are just waiting on you to take Skingrad and we'll be good to go on Taking the White-Gold Tower. You might want to Hurry it up over there, His Imperial Majesty- Aragorn snorts at this bit, feeling the sarcasm emanating from it.- Is starting to get somewhat restless. He keeps talking about an Akaviri invasion.

Anyways, See you soon.

Miraak-'

Folding the scroll. The Nibenay put it in his pocket and turned to his officers who were looking at him expectantly "Gentlemen. Get a move on it, we have work to do. I want the 1st Engineering corps to fix up any damages done to these ships and get the retrofitted with cannons and the metal plating. I want these ships to be seaworthy by the end of the month. Move it."