Albert blasted through their defenses frying them instantly.
"Damn, who knew they needed so many mages to generate a shield." Albert said with a chuckle, "Army's ready in ten minutes, master assassin, see how much of the royal family you can take out before they get here." Albert relayed.
"If it is the wish of our emperor." Khaj said before vanishing.
Albert snapped his fingers and Tiber and Meroth appeared next to him, "Sorry sir for being unable to bring Meroth with me, the weakness was only enough for me to break through."
"It's fine, he caused no trouble. We'll continue where we left off once the city is taken over..." Tiber paused, looking around, "Of course..." They were immediately next to White-gold tower. Tiber walked over to the tower, opening the door, he looked inside and saw a path of corpses, "Well, that's nice of him." Tiber smirked, beginning to walk up the steps, Meroth and Albert following him, "So, Albert, what is your assessment on the best mages in the city?"
"Our average battlemages are on par with them, but even if every single citizen was as powerful as them, we would win, they are not our only attributes and we have greater numbers." Albert said softly.
Shortly after, they made it to the throne room, Khaj was cleaning blood off the throne, "Oh, I am very sorry your grace, I was sloppy and the previous emperor's blood got on your throne. He was apparently feeling especially restless tonight and decided to go to your throne instead of sleep." Khaj smiled apologetically, finishing cleaning off the blood.
"It's fine Khaj, thank you very much for cleaning up the mess. You have lived up to expectations." Tiber looked at the throne and sat in it. It was his now, "Albert, would you say our military is ready?"
"Of course... Your Imperial Majesty." Albert smiled, bowing at the throne.
"Very good, Albert, call in your Sorcerers and the battlemages, then after they spread out, into the city, affirming our rule, call in the knights and crusaders. Then call in the assassins." Tiber said with a smile.
"Of course." Albert opened his hand, and a loud cheer went up outside as people stormed into the city. Albert opened and closed his hand a few more times over the next half an hour. At last the assassins arrived and made their way through white-gold tower, hiding in every nook and cranny.
Half an hour later a bloodied sorceror came back, "Your Imperial Majesty!" He bowed to Tiber, "Sir." he saluted Albert, "There is a man who is most powerful, I am the only one who managed to make it back after fighting with him."
"What is his rank?" Tiber asked.
"He has no rank, he is a civillian."
"Did he strike first?" Tiber asked.
"Yes, after we went into his shop he-" the sorcerer began.
"What the hell are you doing bothering with a civillian shop?" Tiber snapped.
"Well... Your Imperial Majesty..." He had fear in his eyes.
"Get cleaned up and lie down you imbecile." Tiber said rubbing his temple, "I have to play diplomat rather early..."
"One more thing Imperial Majesty, he is rather large, and uses the Thu'um, be careful." The Sorcerer said, limping out of the room.
"Albert, come with me." Tiber said.
Heron was waiting outside the door, "I know who he is."
"Oh, good, it seems Khaj wasn't the only one who was working all last month." Tiber said softly, "Come on then." They walked through the square, stepping over the bodies of guards. There was a battlemage about to club a guard who was on his knees with his hands on his head, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Tiber demanded.
"Your Imperial Majesty!" he said, dropping his club on his foot and kneeling, "I was about to take out this guard."
"He has surrendered. I have standing orders to capture men like this and assimilate them and their families." Tiber growled.
"Yes, of course..." The battlemage said.
"Do I really have to babysit you people!" Tiber yelled, punching him, "You're the second person in the last hour to have screwed up!" Tiber gritted his teeth.
"I am very sorry your Imperial Majesty, please, spare me." He began to sob.
"Oh please, killing you would be a very useless task. God find an available bed and sleep in it, if someone requires compensation, send them to me." Tiber said softly, "You, guardsmen, strip down to your undergarments and go to White-gold tower, my assassins will escort you to a place to sleep, I would like to ask you to kindly ignore the corpses."
Tiber walked past them to Ulfron's Music. The shop was untouched, there were signs of battle everywhere in the city except for on the shop. Tiber walked up to the door with Heron and knocked on it, "Ulfron, I presume." Tiber shouted, "Open up, we mean you and your shop no harm, I apologize for the rudeness of my soldiers." Tiber said.
"How dare you take an innocent hostage!" He shouted from his open window, barely keeping his Thu'um contained, "Don't you worry Ra'Jirra, I'll help you!"
Tiber looked at Heron, and motioned to Ulfron.
She jumped up to the window he was leaning out of, hugging him, "It's ok big guy. That's my boss..."
"Bo-boss!" He shouted indignantly, "You work for the man who sacked imperial city!"
"Oh geez, Heron there, you know her as Ra'Jirra, she came in, posing as the wife of my head assassin. My head assassin went to work and she was to stay out of his way. Apparently, she took a liking to you!" Tiber yelled, exasperated, "Why don't you come down so we may talk like civilized people?"
"You... You're not married?" he asked Heron.
"No." Heron said blushing.
"Yes, yes, you two are perfect for each other or whatever! Please, come down." Tiber said annoyed, "At least two people screwed up while sacking the city, I need to go around and figure out who else screwed up!" Tiber said angrily.
Ulfron and Heron went in the window and shut it. Moments later they came out the front door, Ulfron holding Heron like a child, "Very well then... Who am I addressing... Mister...?"
"Emperor, Emperor Tiber Septim." Tiber said.
"A little arrogant, don't you think?" Ulfron asked.
"I sacked imperial city and killed the royal family, it isn't up for debate for another month or so." Tiber said softly.
"Well then, how may I help you... Emperor?"
"I would ask you to be a soldier, but it seems as if you would have been one if you wanted to. Seeing as you have a music shop instead, I'm going to assume that's a no. So now, all that leaves is an apology. I am sorry for my stupid subordinates attacking your shop, they did not have authorization to do raids on civilian homes. Ulfron's music shop shall never be taxed so long as you run it." Tiber said.
Ulfron laughed, "Thanks, would you mind letting Heron retire?"
"Well... She is kind of one of two people who is supposed to act as a bodyguard for me at all times... And while I do have someone who is much better... He's kind of my lover... So I need someone to stand outside my room and make sure we're not disturbed, and well..." Tiber looked to Meroth, "I don't think he could cut it."
"I see..." Ulfron stroked his long beard, "What if I worked as a personal guard?"
"Heron, I'm sorry, you're fired." she embraced Ulfron, Tiber reached up and patted Ulfron's shoulder, "Welcome aboard."
Ulfron looked down at Albert, "Wait a minute, this isn't your other bodyguard is it? He's so tiny, even by normal standards." Heron leaped out of Ulfron's arms just in time for Albert's blast of flame to his face.
"The fuck you say!" Albert said leaping up and grabbing on the smoldering beard.
Ulfron patted the fire out, "Relax, relax, was only joking. Do not burn beard, please." He used restoration to make the ends of the beard meet and mend.
Albert growled as he climbed down off Ulfron.
"Ok, so when do I begin?" Ulfron asked.
"When can you clean up and close out the shop?" Tiber countered.
"Very well then, I will see you in one hour." Ulfron nodded, ducking back into his shop.
Tiber sighed, he had a lot more work ahead of him.