A man burst into Tiber's throne room with a message in hand, he dashed to the throne and knelt, holding the message out. Tiber accepted it and dismissed him to relax.
Tiber read the message and held it in the air for Heron and Albert to see, "We have our orders, it is our time, we are to move out, the army is ready to go and the remainder of the imperium in Skyrim is just waiting to be thrown out!" Heron and Albert smiled, it was what they were waiting for. Meroth was there as always.
Tiber ran out to greet the army, "Soldiers of the new Emperor!" a cheer came out from the large army of many colors and size, uniformity was not the goal, the remainder of the elites were at the head of the army, "Today is a grand day, today, we march up to the gates of the embassy of the old empire, just before burning it to the ground!" more cheers, "Kings will die, castles will topple and we will emerge the victors!" he paused to wait for the screams and cheers die down, "Today, we go to war!"
They cheered as Albert levitated him and his elites over them and put them on the outer end. The ground shook as they charged forth from the fortress.
Several days later they arrived on the outskirts of the embassy.
"Since the Oblivion crisis, many things have happened, Alduin came and went, and many wars tore at the lands, the invention of black powder, the sophistication of the bullet, missiles, the hydrogen bomb, but none of it shall measure up to today, when we start the war to destroy the current Empire and put in place a correct one, a more efficient one! The Dragonfires went out long ago, time for a new conqueror to tame Tamriel! Would you follow me to the gates of Oblivion?" cheers of affirmation ensued, "Then follow me, as we carve our mark in the path of history, let there be only one arrow, only one bullet, shot on this day, ours! Now, let us go forth, for the destruction of the empire, for the death of our foes, for theirs," He drew his sword, "And ours!"
The cry came out, clear and defined, "DEATH!"
They charged the gates.
The battle over, Tiber sat on the parapet above the front gate, the remainder of it at least, he turned to Albert, "Report"
"Well, we lost 27 men, another 34 mildly injured, none of the enemy surrendered, they were all capable fighters, their body count is approximate, but the roster states there were 347 soldiers stationed here, guarding 249 ambassadors," Albert read off a sheet he pulled from his robe, "I counted that number approximately 30 greater than what we have killed,"
"Cowards fled, any unusual guests on the roster?" Tiber said biting a nail.
"No, but I believe that Camoran displayed some humor, in that there is a guest that never checked in," Albert said with a chuckle.
"Oh?" Tiber asked, looking up from the destroyed gate.
"Tiber Camoran Septim, there's a note with it saying, 'some smartass sent us a letter notifying us of the grand Tiber Septim arriving, probably some crackpot, when he gets here let him in, but keep an eye on him' signed by the head of the guard," he held the note out for Tiber and he grasped it with a chuckle.
He looked over the note and the attached letter, "Oh Camoran, they ate the fruit basket you intended for me," he guffawed, tossing both of them. Tiber calmed down and held his head in his hands, "We were clumsy, and sustained many losses, perhaps I shall split up the army and equip each of them with an elite, or no…" he remembered one of the men on the front lines, he qualified to be an elite of some form, he was an elite of most trades, but he was not nearly as good as the rest of his elites, "That man, the half-orc, breton, he was meant to be an elite of some form at one point, correct?" Albert nodded, "Why not now?"
"Well sir, he feels he must walk amongst the men, feels camaradie with them, he does not believe he can lead as he cannot crassly send men to their deaths, no matter how many enemies die in exchange," Albert explained.
"Interesting, send him my way, I have something special planned for him" he said quietly
"Right away sir!" Albert bowed and ran off in search of the man.
Tiber snapped his fingers and the letter was back in his hand, he held it up to the sun and cast the spell that Camoran had taught him, the true message revealed itself.
"Good, I suspect you had little trouble in this battle? Now we have a new objective, next is to go to the main military outpost here and take it over, recruit those who surrender and condition them, your next orders will be waiting for you there,"
The message turned to ash upon the end of Tiber reading it, only leaving a trace that there had been a spell there. The half orc ran up the steps "You wished to see me?" Tiber smirked.