Transfer of Power
War Room, Imperial Palace
Second Seed 25th
Martin had considered holding a meeting in his office, but given the subject of the meeting, and the effect that subject could have on the war, he decided it was best to have his military leadership present. Mjoll had been immediately recalled and Kharjo was kind enough to return with her, at least temporarily, to discuss the options and the way forward.
"Kharjo, on behalf of the Empire, please accept my condolences on the loss of The Mane. I share your grief and your anger and we are standing by to support you in any way you need."
"You have been a friend to Kharjo and you have been a friend to the Khajiit. The Thalmor are suspected of assassinating the Mane and there is an investigation going on to discover proof of this," Kharjo replied.
"Are there any Thalmor troops left in Elsweyr?" Jonna asked.
"No, they have left in accordance with the terms of their surrender…for now," Kharjo replied. "But there still are some collaborators. Many Khajiit were convinced of the evil of the Thalmor when they saw the proof of their deeds, but some remain who are still loyal to their Thalmor masters. Despicable, but true."
"So what happens now?" Martin asked. "What can we do to help?"
"First," Mjoll replied, "they will name a new Mane. Kharjo here is rumored to be the front runner."
"Really?" Martin was shocked.
"It is true," Kharjo agreed. "Uncovering the Thalmor plot has raised Kharjo's standing among the Khajiit."
"He's being modest," Mjoll cut in. "He was made the equivalent of Praetor…and after his victory, became one of the Mane's closest advisors."
Martin was thoughtful for a moment before responding, "Kharjo, regardless of whether it is you or someone else, please know that you have the full support of the Empire, and for better or for worse, my personal support as well."
Kharjo bowed his head. "This pleases Kharjo, thank you. If you will please excuse me, I should head back to oversee the investigation and ensure the Thalmor do not take advantage. Would you be so kind as to send a legion to back up Khajiit troops in case the Thalmor attempt to return?"
"Absolutely," Martin turned towards Praetor Whitestone, "Please send Hadvar and his legion into Elsweyr immediately. They will be temporarily under the command of Kharjo."
"Ahh, the Emperor's Legion," Kharjo observed. "You honor Kharjo and the Khajiit. This will not be forgotten."
"I'll send a dispatch straight away," Whitestone turned towards an aid who nodded and left the room.
"Kharjo, if there is anything else we can do, please do not hesitate to send word. I'll send Mjoll back to you first thing in the morning." Martin said.
"Again, thank you," Kharjo nodded and took his leave.
Once the door closed, Martin addressed the group, "I realize that the first few weeks of the war seemed…well, it seemed like we lost a lot of good soldiers for no gain. And militarily, we were at a stalemate, but our efforts are starting to bear fruit. Granted, those gains have been on the diplomatic front, but without your efforts and those of our legions militarily, then the diplomacy would not have been possible. Hammerfell is now part of the empire and there is a good chance Elsweyr will be as well."
Consul Jonna spoke up, "My Liege, you are our emperor, and more than that, you are the first dragonblood emperor in over two hundred years. I regret that the legions were in a bit of disarray when the war started, but I believe we have an army that is well organized, well trained and now battle hardened."
"Thank you, Jonna, I appreciate that, I really do," Martin replied, "but please know I do not blame you or the legions. The legions, the soldiers, the leadership have all performed admirably." He paused for a moment and then continued, "Gentlemen, as I am sure Mjoll can attest, I can be a little strong willed at times. I need to be in order to survive in the wilds of Skyrim. However that is now way to run an empire. I am very fortunate to have very capable and proven people that I can trust and rely on their expertise. And, while I am fond of having 'The Emperor's Legion' I do rely on you all. Please do not ever hesitate to share your honest opinion, even if it goes directly against what I am trying do, ok?"
There were nods around the table. There had been an understanding with all of them and Martin probably did not need to vocalize his thoughts, but he felt better at having done so.
Now it was on to the business at hand. Martin turned towards Mjoll. "Is Kharjo really in the running to be named Mane of the northern kingdom?"
"In the spirit of what you just told us, I'm going to be blunt," Mjoll said with a smile. There were a few chuckles and then Mjoll continued. "I think you underestimated the importance of the information you shared with Kharjo. The Khajiit are a very superstitious people, and the void nights caused untold fear throughout their population. When the Thalmor claimed credit for returning the two moons, they Khajiit were overjoyed and eager to join the Thalmor. Knowing that they were betrayed has caused resentment and anger."
"And because Kharjo brought them that information…" Martin began
"His reputation was greatly increased, among the population and the leadership." Mjoll finished. "While Kharjo was quick to leverage that to increase his own standing, he has been open about how you 'aided' him with the information. Seeing you fight on the battlefield was enough to gain the support of the soldiers, knowing you aided Kharjo in uncovering the conspiracy has increased your support among the population."
"And the leadership?" Martin asked.
"The leadership were aware how you uncovered the plot and they took Kharjo at his word regarding your prowess on the battlefield. They were, however, leary about trading one elven master for another. That is where Leyawiin came in. If the Mane could gain additional territory, then he would not be submitting to another master, but be seen as an equal among the population." Mjoll explained.
"And we're back to Leyawiin," Martin sighed.
"Excuse me, sir, but what about Leyawiin?" Praetor Whitestone asked.
"Before he was assassinated, the Mane sent four…requests…as part of any deal. The fourth was to give the city of Leyawiin and surrounding territory to Elsweyr." Martin explained.
Eyes went wide around the table. "I hope you told him no." Tullius said.
"I didn't give him any answer either way, but now that might be moot." Martin replied. "Mjoll, when you return to Elsweyr, offer Kharjo any and all support in his investigation, and request his take on the points of negotiation."
Mjoll nodded, but said nothing in response.
"Ok, some of what I had hoped to discuss was superseded by recent events. Let's meet again in a few more days to finalize the reorganization of the legion. In the meantime, work with the plan you have," Martin directed. "Questions?"
Seeing none, Martin ended the meeting.
The Silver Fox
The Gray Fox looked around the table. This was the most people he had seen at one time in this room. He was cautiously optimistic about the future of the Thieves' Guild. There were representatives from Hammerfell, Skyrim and now, Morrowind present. They were going to discuss whether or not the empire should formalize the guilds.
Delvin and Vex were both present from Skyrim, as was Vanryth, though he was representing Morrowind's interests. Also present was Calzir from Hammerfell. He was one of the Gray Fox's contacts and while initially skeptical, could not pass up the opportunity. Martin was present, and Lydia was standing right behind him, as always.
"Vanryth! Good to see you, my friend!" Martin beamed.
"And you, Ca—er—Martin, sorry, this will take some getting used to. I figured you'd go far in the guild, but this…never imagined it." Vanryth said
"Ha! You should have seen Delvin's reaction when I told him what I was up to. Anyway, Delvin, what news?"
"We talked to Brynjolf and Karliah, and they're both on the fence," Delvin said.
"Well, that's better than being against it," Martin opined. "I'll be honest I thought there would be some more pushback."
"There might not have been a lot of pushback, but that doesn't mean we're ready to jump in, either." Vex observed.
"Fair enough," Martin replied.
"So, what happens if we say no?" Vex asked.
Martin smiled. "Have you all been contributing to the guildmaster's chest?"
Vex knew where he was going with this. "You're not packing snowberries, that's for sure. Yes, we have been stocking it up for you."
Delvin laughed out loud, "If he had snowberries, do you think he would have claimed to be emperor? HAHAHAHAHA!"
There were a few more laughs around the table. When it died down, Martin was all business. "Please send the contents of that chest here to the Gray Fox. He'll ensure that I get it. And you can have one of your 'merchants' make deliveries monthly. I know in the grand scheme of things, it isn't much, but it's a start at least."
Vex was actually impressed by the move. "I'll say. Well, played, Cadriel. Well played."
"Here's the thing, Vex, Delvin. I honestly believe each of the guilds will be better off if they work together. Each one will still be autonomous, but they'll be more prosperous with cooperation. And, with the official, yet UNofficial ear of the empire, they'll be able to make even more coin with the authorities looking the other way for most of their petty larceny. And the empire benefits with you all keeping the major crime in check and by regulating your own members. It's truly a win-win for both sides."
"Not to mention a lot of tribute for the empire," Vanryth pointed out.
"Hey, when you get right down to it, it's all about the coin, no?" Martin observed.
Even Vex had to smile at that. "So that's really it then? The coin?"
"Yes, coin for the guilds and coin for the empire." Marin pointed out.
"Still, it's going to be a hard sell for some," Lucius observed.
"On our end too," Delvin agreed.
Martin nodded, "Ok, there's no rush. I understand these things take time and I know this is a big change. Take this to Brynjolf, tell him it's a gift and tell him that if can agree and get Morrowind to agree," Martin looked at Vanryth who nodded, "Then he'll be able to retire into the life that Mercer tried to attain, and he'll come by it honestly. Well, you know what I mean."
Delvin chuckled. Vex took the parcel from Martin and unwrapped the leather around it. Her eyes went wide. Delvin shot straight up. "It's an eye of the falmer!" he exclaimed.
"Yup," Martin confirmed. "I sold you one and kept the other. If that won't entice Brynjof, then I don't know what will."
Even Lucius was impressed. "If you pulled that kind of coin for the guild in Skyrim…"
"I can only imagine when you'll do for us," Calzir finished the sentence.
Martin smiled. "Take that back to Brynjolf and let me know what his response is. We'll meet again in a few weeks. Oh, and please give my best to Karliah."
"You got it boss," Delvin agreed. "Always a pleasure."
Imperial Palace, Emperor's Office Area
Martin was pleased with how the meeting went at the Silver Fox. He had expected some resistance to the changes he had proposed and was hoping he could convince, or bribe, those who had doubts and bring them on board.
Martin was going to be making quite a few changes, and many of them had repercussions for the entire continent, he realized. He was sure that some of his decisions would not be popular, but he hoped that those closely involved would agree that the changes were beneficial and support his decisions. Leyawiin was going to be a tough one, but for now that could be pushed aside.
His next big change was going to be with the Fighter's Guild. It had fallen into disrepair and he was meeting with some new individuals and some old friends in and effort to restore the guild and get it back on its feet.
Lornus was present to help bring Martin up to speed on the current state of affairs. While he was the Imperial Battle Mage, he was familiar with many of the goings on of Cyrodiil and was sharing his knowledge with Martin.
"The Fighter's guild, regrettably, is in a bit of disarray. It has been for nearly two hundred years." Lornus began. "It started with the deaths of the Donton sons. Their mother was so overcome with grief that she stepped down. That is the last firm record we have. There are rumors that the Hero of Kavatch was named the new guild master, but there are few written records to confirm this. Coupled with the fact that there were many claimants over the following years, it is tough to determine the actual succession."
"In two hundred years, they couldn't get it together?" Martin asked.
"At various times, they had various levels of organization, but soon after the oblivion crisis, when Ocatos's grandfather was the High Chancellor and caretaker, well he had bigger problems to deal with. After he was assassinated, the different guild halls sided with different warlords. When Titus Mede took the throne, he rewarded those faithful to him and punished those who sided with his enemies." Lornus explained.
"And now?" Martin asked.
"Now the guild is being led by a man named Antonius Flavus. Antonius claims to be a decent of Attrebus Mede's brother."
"Were his claims ever realized?"
"Officially, no." Lornus answered. "The position of the palace was to ignore his claims. He was made Master of the Fighter's Guild by your predecessor in and effort to keep him quiet and keep an eye on him."
"I'm surprised he didn't challenge my claim," Martin observed.
Lornus scoffed. "I'm not. Oh! Excuse me, My Liege!"
"Lornus, please. I need you to be real with me. No excuse is necessary."
"Thank you, and ok. Anyway, Antonius has done such a poor job running the Fighter's Guild that he has little to no support, he would have been laughed out of the palace if he tried making a claim."
"Thank you, Lornus. I firmly believe that a guild of warriors should be led by warriors. That's why I've asked some of my associates to come down from Skyrim. They may seem a little rough, but all are very capable warriors and equally capable leaders. You are welcome to stay and join us if you would like."
"Thank you, sire, but I do have duties to attend to," Lornus replied.
"Of course. Before you go, there is one last thing I would like to ask of you."
"Yes, my liege?"
"I need to name a new Archmage of the Mages Guild. Frankly, I should have done so much earlier. Still, I would like to name you as Archmage."
Lornus was silent for a moment before responding. "I appreciate that, sire, but I am already the Imperial Battlemage. I cannot fulfill both functions adequately. It's one thing to sit on the Mages Guild Council as a representative, but to lead the Guild?"
Martin was thoughtful for a moment. "I understand, and I do realize there is a difference between representing the battlemages and leading the guild all together. I also realize that Archmage is not as prestigious as Imperial Battlemage. Please know this is no way intended as a demotion. We've only been working together a few months, but I knew from the beginning you were a man of integrity and you quickly became one of my most trusted advisors. That will not change. As the Archmage, you will have a prominent seat on my own personal Emperor's Council. You will still be one of my most trusted advisors. And to be perfectly blunt, the fact that you want the position the least makes you the most qualified. I need somebody I trust to run the mages guild and to ensure that they pursue knowledge and magic instead of politics and dogma. You are the only one, in my opinion, who has both the integrity and the will to ensure that the guild follows its charter and its mandate."
Lornus took a moment to process everything Martin had said. He was going to ask for time to consider, but then he decided he would accept the offer. "I appreciate your frankness, your majesty, and I promise you the same frankness in the future. Please know that it is not about prestige or prominence, but service. If Archmage is where you need me to serve you and serve the Empire, then I will do so. Who will be the new Imperial Battlemage? And will he have a seat on the Mages Guild council?"
"Thank you, Lornus. I really appreciate this. I mean it when I say I need someone I can trust in that position. I will leave it to you to select your replacement. I trust you have gotten a good feel for who I am and how I operate, so I will leave that in your capable hands. And yes, the new Imperial Battlemage will have a seat on the Mages Guild Council."
Lornus nodded. "Thank you, my liege. I have two or three names in mind. If I may have some time to consider the issue?"
"Take as much time as you need to transition into your new role and obtain a replacement for your current role." Martin advised.
Lornus nodded again. "Your majesty," he said as he got up to leave.
"Aela! Farkus! Vilkas! Great to see you all!" Martin enthused as they entered his office. "And you must be Antonius Flavus," Martin stuck out his hand.
Antonius took his hand and sized him up, seemingly unimpressed. All four of them took a seat. Antonius was the first to speak. "I understand what I am doing here, but why are these ruffians here?"
Aela started to stay something, but Martin held up his hand to stop her. Then he replied to Antonius. "These 'ruffians' are very capable warriors. Aela here has more skill in her pinky then you have in your entire body. Farkus, well, he can crush you with his pinky. You're are neither a warrior, nor a leader. The real question is why are you here."
"Well! I never!" Antonius started. "I didn't come here to be insulted!"
"You are in the Imperial Palace!" Lydia admonished him. "Regardless of what you think your station is, you are addressing the Emperor and you will show him some respect!"
Antonius grew red for a moment, but quickly regained his composure. "Of course. My apologies, your majesty."
Martin noted his tone but decided to let the matter drop. The meeting was not getting off to a good start. He tried to switch to a happier topic for discussion. He turned towards Aela and asked. "How are things at Jorrvaskr?"
"Mostly drinking and fighting, as usual," Aela began, "but we have been taking on more contracts and have a few new welps."
Martin smiled. It wasn't all that long ago that he was a welp himself, but he quickly rose to Harbinger. Before he left Skyrim, he gave instructions to the three senior members to recruit and work on gaining contracts. He was happy to hear that they have done so.
"It became easier to gain contracts when word got out that our Harbinger became the new Emperor," Vilkas observed.
"There may have been a fair amount of bragging at the Bannered Mare," Farkas added.
Martin chuckled at bit at that. He was sure that was an understatement. "I'm glad to hear that. You three have done well. I'm going to be increasing your responsibilities, but the overall mission won't change. I am going to be re-forming the Fighter's Guild and the Companions will be folded in. Basically, the Companions will be the Skyrim branch."
"But our traditions," Varkas pointed out.
"Will not change," Martin finished. "We'll get to that in a moment, but first, please take a look at this." Martin motioned to Lydia who handed each of them a small book. The book was a proposed charter for a new Fighter's Guild. Each of them took their copy and read through it:
I. Purpose
The Guild of Fighters provides employment both to free-swords and sell-swords, and provides contracts to local citizens. Citizens of the Empire may contract with the guild to remove creatures and pests, deliver goods on dangerous routes, guard precious heirlooms, find and recover items lost in dangerous locations and other duties as defined by the guild stewards.
II. Authority
The Guild of Fighters was established in the year 321 of the Second Era by the "Guilds Act" of Potentate Versidue-Shaie. It fell into disrepair under Emperor Titus Mede. In the year 202 of the fourth Era, Emperor Martin Septim II, the Last Dragonborn, re-established the Guild of Fighters.
III. Structure
1. The Fighters guild shall be led by the Master of the Fighters guild, appointed by the Emperor and confirmed by the council of Champions.
2. The council of Champions shall be composed of Champions from each province and the Master.
3. Each province shall have an overseer who is of Champion Rank. The Overseer will also be the guild steward of the hall in the province capital.
4. Each guild hall shall have a steward who is at least Guardian Rank.
IV. Rules and Procedures
1. Crimes against fellow members of the Guild are treated with the harshest discipline. Whether a member may regain their status in the Guild is determined by the Master of the Fighter's Guild.
2. Disobedience to the charter or guild superiors will be disciplined.
3. Each member of the guild will pay dues of 10% of loot received from exploring caves, dungeons, ruins and abandoned forts. Money earned from guild contracts is exempt from dues. Any loot obtained during the performance of contracts is not exempt.
4. Each guild hall will pay 10% of its income to the imperial treasury. Income will be based on membership dues, contracts, guild trainers and sales from guild smiths.
V. Membership Requirements
1. The Guild of Fighters only accepts candidates who are strong and hearty.
2. Candidates must exhibit proficiency with blades, axes, blunt weapons and shields. Members must also maintain heavy armor.
3. Candidates must also display practical knowledge of solo and group tactics.
4. Candidates must be of impeccable character. There shall be no outstanding warrants or fines due by candidate at time of admission. Prior indiscretions will not be held against candidates in right standing with the law.
VI. Ranks. Members of the Fighters Guild will be given the following ranks:
1. Associate
2. Apprentice
3. Journeyman
4. Swordsman
5. Protector
6. Defender
7. Warder
8. Guardian
9. Champion
10. Master
Ranks are determined by their abilities, contract completion, status and contributions to furthering the Fighter's Guild.
VII. Applications for Membership: Candidates must present themselves to the Steward of the Guild Hall for examination and approval.
Antonio Flavus immediately raised an objection. "I have an issue with section 2. The Fighter's Guild has not fallen into disrepair."
"How many members do you have?" Martin asked. "How many contracts have you completed this year? When was the last contract even completed?"
"I did not come here to be berated. Do you know who I am?" Antonius was incensed.
"I know who claim to be," Martin replied. "You claim to be the descendant of a usurper."
"Titus Mede unified this empire after the biggest crisis it ever saw!" Antonius exclaimed.
"This empire was ruled by dragon blood for thousands of years," Martin began. "Ruled by dragon blood right up to the Oblivion Crisis. Titus Mede came to power not through blood or birthright, but through military force. The council accepted his claim because he had the biggest army, not because it had any legitimacy. And unifying the empire? Really? Under the Mede Dynasty, the empire fell into tatters. Mede was a usurper and if you wish to be treated as one, then I can certainly arrange that." Martin stared at him until he backed down.
That last line seemed to have an impact. Antonius was almost deflated as he said, "You are my emperor, how may I serve?"
Martin's demeaner changed, he was more affable now. "You were brought here because of how long you have led the guild and because of your contacts throughout Cyrodiil. I am more familiar with the state of the guild than you may realize. It is my intention to form a guild that will grow and prosper. To that end, I will be appointing Aela as the Master of the Fighter's Guild, for all of Tamriel.
All of them turned to look at Aela, who was just as surprised as they were.
"Aela, you have demonstrated that you are more than just a warrior, you have the heart and soul of a natural leader. Honestly, the decision was an easy one. I would like you to relocate to Cheydinhal and lead the Fighter's guild from there. Each of the leaders in the other provinces will report to you and you will report to me."
"I-uh-thank you," Aela said. Unusually speechless.
"I realize this is going to be different from what you are used to. Antonius will help bring you up to speed and adjust to your new position." Marin looked at Antonius who nodded.
"Antonius, I would like you to remain in a leadership position. After you transition and bring Aela up to speed, I would like you to head to Daggerfall. Your mission is to build up and expand the Fighter's Guild throughout Hammerfell and High Rock."
Antonius nodded again, but he said nothing.
"Eventually," Martin continued, "Each of those provinces will have their own Champion, but for now, work on establishing guild halls and increasing membership throughout those two provinces. You will be appointed to the rank of Guardian. Upon successful completion of the mission, will be promoted to the Rank of Champion."
"When will this transition start?" Antonius asked.
"Immediately," Martin replied. "Aela, I know this is a big shock for you, but I would like you to move to Cheydinhal immediately. As I said, that will be the headquarters of the Fighter's Guild. Your first assignment will be to host a ball, invite all the Cyrodiil nobles and invite me as well. I will announce my acceptance, and hopefully that will encourage the nobles to attend. We will announce the new Fighter's Guild with great fanfare."
"I-I'm not cut out for that sort of thing," Aela protested. "Put a bow in my hands and I'll work magic, but hosting a ball? Nobles? I know nothing about this!"
"It's ok," Martin reassured her. "Antonius will help you and guide you. Set the date for Midyear 1st. That should give you enough time to prepare. After the ball, set about training up a new cadre of warriors. That should be more in your wheelhouse. Farkas will help."
Aela still looked uncertain, but she nodded.
Martin turned to Vilkas. "I would like you to return to Skyrim and head up the companions. Keep the name if you would like, and definitely keep the traditions, but every companion will be a member of the Fighter's Guild and adhere to its tenants. Teach them the history and ways of the companions. Eventually, we'll fold those traditions into the Fighter's Guild as a whole, but for now, let's start with what we have."
Vilkas nodded.
"Also," Martin continued, "try to recruit some of the sell-swords in Skyrim. There are a few right in Whiterun to start with. Send Njada and Ria out to the other holds and see if any of them are willing to make some coin for the Fighter's Guild. There are some very experienced warriors out there who will be a great benefit to the guild if they are willing to join. Eventually, I would like you to head down to Elsweyr to lead the guild there, but for now, try expanding to other holds in Skyrim. See about setting up a guild hall in the major cities."
There was silence in the room when Martin finished speaking. Martin let the silence hang there for a moment before he summed everything up. "Folks, together, we will create a guild of warriors worthy of Ysgramor. It's going to take some time and a lot of effort, but each of you has the leadership qualities necessary to make it happen. That's why you have each been selected. Farkas, when Vilkas goes to Elsweyr, you will lead the guild in Skyrim. Aela, you have the authority to promote within the guild at your discretion. Antonius, you have a chance to prove yourself and get promoted based on your merits. Any questions?"
Martin was met with silence. "Aela, you have the full resources of the palace to plan and carry out the inaugural ball for the Fighter's Guild. Antonius will help you get it organized and I'm sure he has a list of prominent individuals to invite. Please do not hesitate to come to the palace and see me if you need anything."
Aela nodded her thanks and Martin ended the meeting.
War Room, Imperial Palace
Second Seed 27th
Martin was again meeting with his senior military leaders. Mjoll and Kharjo were also present given the situation was about Elsweyr. The Aldmeri Dominion had five divisions lined up on the border between Valenwood and Elsweyr. They were poised for a full invasion to reclaim the province. The Khajiit only had three divisions worth of troops, so Kharjo, still the overall military commander of the Khajiit, was there to request assistance.
Martin got right down to business. "Kharjo, you have the full support of the empire." He turned towards Consul Jonna, "How many Legions are ready to go?"
"My Liege, including the 1st Legion, which is already there, we have 7 that are ready. The last two were low priority as they were garrison legions." Jonna replied.
"Ok, thank you. Kharjo, we can send six more legions…"
"Excuse me, my liege, if I might make a recommendation. It may be wise to keep two legions back, one for Cyrodiil and one for Hammerfell, just in case the Thalmor try to use this as a distraction to gain a foothold in either province."
Martin thought for a moment and nodded. "Apologies, Kharjo. We can send four legions, in addition to the one that is there. I will join Hadvar with the First Legion."
Kharjo closed his eyes and bowed his head slightly. "Kharjo appreciates your generosity and your own personal willingness to fight on behalf of the Khajiit. You have already proven yourself to the Khajiit and many times over to Kharjo."
"I sense a but coming," Martin observed.
"Kharjo would appreciate the opportunity to lead the defense of his homeland. The Khajiit are aware of how much the empire has helped throw off the yoke of the Thalmor and they are aware that the empire is assisting in keeping them out for good. Kharjo would request command of the Legions himself while they are defending Elsweyr."
Martin realized that Kharjo was being both polite and diplomatic. Martin had been named "Lighting Bringer" by the Khajiit soldiers and tales of his feats travelled fast throughout the province. Now it was Kharjo's turn to impress his people, by defending his homeland and defeating the Thalmor once and for all. It would help cement his appointment as Mane and in the long run, could help Martin with his goal of bringing Elsweyr back into the Empire.
Martin was deeply conflicted. He felt and intense need to be on the front, fighting with his soldiers, but he also knew there were larger issues at stake here. His looked at Kharjo, and Kharjo looked at him. Their eyes locked and there was a moment of unspoken communication between the two. Kharjo could see the conflict Martin was going through by his request, but he also knew that Martin would agree.
In that moment, the bond of friendship between the two was solidified. Martin knew he had to help Kharjo even at the emotional expense of sending his troops without him and Kharjo knew Martin was willing to sacrifice to help both him and his fellow Khajiit permanently throw off the yoke of the Thalmor.
After a few minutes of silence, Martin spoke up. "Praetor Whitestone. I would like you to head to Elsweyr with the four Legions that Jonna sends. You will report directly to and take your orders directly from Kharjo. While you are over there, you will be under his command."
"Yes, my liege," Whitestone replied.
"Words cannot express the appreciation Kharjo feels. You have shown once again that you are friend to Kharjo and a friend to the Khajiit."
Martin's Personal Quarters
Later that evening
Martin was in his anteroom with Consul Jonna. Martin had invited him up after the meeting with Kharjo. They were sharing some wine and Martin was letting down his guard in front of Jonna for perhaps the first time.
After about a half hour of some small talk and some time sharing their drinks in silence, Jonna spoke up. "I appreciate you're allowing me here, my liege, but I get the feeling there is something on your mind that you would like to discuss."
"You're very astute for a man of your years," Martin said with a smile, hoping the joke would be taken as intended and not insulting.
Jonna gave the obligatory chuckle, but his eyes showed amusement as he replied, "Emperors today have no respect for the elderly."
Martin couldn't help but laugh in reply. He was happy for the familiarity and the back and forth, but Jonna was right, there was a reason he had asked him up here.
"How do you do it?" Martin asked.
Jonna considered his words for a moment, and then started. "My liege, I wish I could tell you it gets easier, but it never does. I can say that your place is here. There has been some, unpleasant feelings with the way you initially sought to control everything. In some ways, that was necessary. When you were first crowned, the legions…they were not unorganized, but they were not exactly organized either. In some other ways, if I may be so bold, you were very brash."
Jonna paused for a moment to gage Martin's reaction. Martin was listening intently and gave no sign of offense or anger, so he continued. "You used to be a soldier and an adventurer. In those instances, you need to be decisive and bold. I have not doubt that your brash manner is what helped you survive not only the wilds of Skyrim, but the multiple battles you participated in with the Stormcloaks."
Jonna noticed Martin's confused look, "Tullius often spoke very highly of you. He was your biggest defender and won over more than one general."
"Won over?" Martin asked, suddenly concerned.
"None of them were against you, my liege, but there was some grumbling. Tullius helped quell most of it, but there were some valid points. I will say, you do seem a bit more tempered since your brush with death at Gilane, and your senior officers have noticed and very much appreciate the way you have delegated much. However, you do need to realize that you are no longer a soldier nor an adventurer. You are the Emperor. Your decisions and your actions have far reaching consequences."
Martin sighed. "The Thalmor ambassador."
Jonna laughed. "Honestly just about every single one of us very much appreciated what you did, unofficially of course. But yes, that is a good example. I will say that what little intelligence we received before your predecessor was assassinated showed that they were gearing up for war anyway. The Battle of Skyhaven Temple proved that. However, your actions did provide the pretense they needed to start a war."
Martin nodded. "I have to admit, it did feel a little good, but still, that is not my proudest moment," he agreed.
"You are an excellent fighter. You are extremely skilled and you have developed quite the knack for large scale strategy. You have impressed more than a few of us, but like I said, you are not a soldier, or even a general, you are the Emperor. That means you need to stay behind while the legions go off to fight. Every single one of us is fully behind your goal to reuinify the empire, but it will not come through force. Look at Hammerfell and now Elsweyr. Yes, we won some hard fought battles, but those battles did not bring Hammerfell back into the fold, diplomacy did. The same with Elsweyr. We have won our first battle and I am confident that we will win the next. I am also confident it will not be the battles that bring them back into the empire, but diplomacy. Forgive me if I am overstepping, but there are some provinces where our legions will not help. There are some provinces where the entire effort will be diplomatic in nature. You as emperor need to make those decisions. You as emperor need to decide the proper course of action. Your decisions and your actions will determine the fate of this empire."
Martin was starting to wish he didn't encourage his people to be so frank with him, but deep down he realized that Jonna was right. He was starting to realize that he needed to start looking at the big picture more. There were a few minutes of silence as Martin reflected on everything that Jonna had told him.
After some time, Jonna spoke up. "I apologize if I overstepped, my liege."
"You should apologize," Martin began, then he smiled wanly, "apologize for not giving me this lecture sooner. You have a tremendous amount of wisdom, born out of experience. In hindsight, there are a few things I could have handled a little differently. Looking forward, I am going to need you to speak up when you see me doing something brash. I'm still learning, but I am self-aware enough to know that I won't change overnight."
Jonna showed a mixture of relief and pride.
"Consider it your penance," Martin added with a smile.
Jonna smiled back. "You have said, more than once, that you wanted us to be frank with you. I can see now that you meant it. Thank you for taking my lecture in stride."
"More than that," Martin replied. "I'm taking it to heart. I will creating my own small council of advisors, apart from the Elder Council, and I am going to request and encourage every member hold me accountable with the same frankness you have just shown me. My brashness, as you put it, did help me survive in Skyrim, but so did my companions. I needed help in my adventuring and I will need help as emperor."
"You will have mine, and my loyalty," Jonna said.
Martin knew there was no greater compliment.
The Minotaur's Might, Southpoint, Valenwood
Second Seed 29th
It has been a few weeks since Ufina had left and Silgorn was getting worried. It was tough enough running the inn himself, but Ufina had become like a daughter to him, so it was equally tough to keep the worrying at bay.
He was cleaning up after most of the supper crowd had left, when the doors opened. There was a strong offshore wind developing, and it blew the doors open in a dramatic fashion. Most of the patrons looked up and immediately went back to their meals or their drinks. Silgorn however, dropped what he had in his hands onto the nearest table and rushed towards the door.
"Ufina!" he exclaimed. "You had me worried!"
"I'm sorry, Silgorn. I did not mean to be gone so long, but my mission was a success. I was able to trade for plenty of supplies." Indeed, the pack she held was almost as big as she was.
Another pack, equally as large, was being held by an imperial male. Ufina motioned to him and said, "This man saved me. I was attacked by bandits and he drove them off!"
Silgorn sized him up. "So, you're handy with a sword then?"
"Not really," the man replied. "The bandits were really just bullies. They had the bark of a wolf, but the bite of a skeever."
That was an odd turn of phrase and at first Silgorn did not pick up on it. He had been "retired" for some time, so it took a moment. Then it hit him. "Do you have a name?"
"Name's Aerin. You must be Silgorn."
Silgorn noticed that Ufina made a funny face when the man mentioned his name. He realized Ufina said the mission was a success. Still, he would be careful. He took Ufina's pack from her. "Please bus the tables. Aerin and I will stow the supplies in the basement." He turned to Aerin. "Please follow me."
When the two were alone in the basement, Silgorn dropped his pack and turned to face Aerin. "Alright, who are you really?"
"Right to the point then. I can appreciate that," Aerin said. "I am Calius a Tribune in the Imperial Legion…and…" Calius took a breath. "And I am a member of the Order of Blades."
Silgorn eyed him warily. Calius reached into his vest and took out a scroll. He handed it to Silgorn. Silgorn looked at the seal and his whole body relaxed slightly. "You took a big risk in carrying this. An even bigger risk in telling me."
"I did, but Ufina recognized you and gave no indication you were compromised. Is there someplace private we can talk?"
"Hold on." Silgorn walked up the stairs and locked the door to the basement. He then grabbed a lantern and walked over to a set of shelving that had various foods and meats on it. Next to the shelf was a torch sconce. He grabbed the sconce and pulled it toward him. When he heard a "click" he move the shelving aside and pushed on one of the stones. A stone doorway opened inward.
He motioned for Calius to enter and then pulled the shelving back to the wall and closed the door. The room was small with a few chairs, a desk and a rusty old chest that had a thick layer of dust on the top. The room as a little cleaner now and Silgorn decided he would need to update it, maybe even expand it a little.
Silgorn lit a candle, placed lantern on the desk and sat down. He broke the seal and read the missive. His eyes went wide. "This…Delphine…she gets right down to business, doesn't she?" He continued to read through the document. "This is kind of…sudden. Won't it be a little suspicious? Closing up and moving?"
"Well," Calius replied. "The idea is for you to open a new Tavern in Falinesti and for Ufina to run this one. I'll stay here to help her. It's less suspicious for me to remain here then to head to Falinesti. There is a chest of Thalmor stamped coin in one of the packs. That should have enough for you to get a place up and running."
Silgorn nodded, but his eyes were still on the missive.
"Ufina will be making regular visits to you in Falinesti," Calius continued. "For the first few, she'll shop, bring you supplies, establish her presence as a normal tavern owner making regular visits to the city. Eventually, once people are used to her showing up regularly, she'll be able to bring information back and forth. But you should get established first. Get a feel for the mood of the locals, and keep your eyes open for any security measures they have there."
"So, basically do what I've been doing for the past few decades, only in the capital and report in every so often." Silgorn summed up.
"Yes. Reports will come to me and I'll pass them along to Delphine." Calius confirmed.
"And how will you do that?" Silgorn asked.
"We…have some…unusual arrangements. I'm afraid I can't say more."
"Fair enough. Now, on to important matters. What are your intentions with Ufina?"
"Sir?"
"I saw the way she looked at you and I saw the way you acted towards her. I may have been retired for a while, but I have eyes." Silgorn explained.
"Well, we did spend quite a bit of time together. During that time, I've grown quite fond of her. I think she has grown fond of me. I intend to continue to develop things to the point where I can openly court her." Calius explained.
Silgorn let out a hearty laugh. "That may work in a cosmopolitan place like Cyrodiil, but that won't cut it her. If your intentions are sincere, then tell her how you feel. If they're not, blade or no blade, I'll dump your body at sea."
Calius could not tell if he was being serious or not, but decided to be frank. "Well, I've fallen in love with Ufina. I won't deny it, and I am willing to die for her if necessary."
"That's a noble sentiment, but you should try living for her. I'm not her actual father, but I'm the closest she's got. If you take good care of her, I'll support that. You harm her…"
"You don't even need to finish that sentence. I will take good care of her and protect with all that I am."
"Good. Make sure you do." The two sat in silence for a little while. Silgorn looked at the chest in the corner, and just like every time he laid his eyes on it, a mix of emotions flowed through him. This time, there was an emotion he had not felt in a long time: hope.
Author's Note: I would like to, again, give a special "Thank you" to Dark Brotherhood Listener for being a beta reader and reviewing this chapter before I published. His feedback and input are invaluable. I apologize for taking so long between chapters. Can I blame 2020? :) I am going to be taking some time off, so hopefully that will translate into more writing. As always, if you have any thoughts or constructive criticism, please do not hesitate to send me a message. I hope everyone has a happy, safe and enjoyable holidays season!
