And it's time for training and building foundations, hope you like my take on gun evolution.

They were a month into training everyone when Xana desided to have Helga be her personal servant, and teach her how to use the Thu'um. Her reasons being that he already had Irukukwu, and that she wanted an apprentice. Tyson really didn't mind, but this reminded him that he still needed to train Irukukwu, after all, she needed to be stronger if she wanted to be in the bigger battles.

"No that's not it, you need to feel the inner flame, not sleep." 'sigh' He should have known that meditation wasn't going to work with such a young Dovah, her attention span was pretty much nonexistent outside of battle, he needed to find a better way to teach, but he had to be the one to do it, he was the master, after all.

Back to the recruits, progress was good, the blacksmiths adapted well to his teachings, and as he taught them how to make basic machines and enchanting he was also teaching the minors and smelters alteration, so as to get more progress faster. He helped Xana with teaching the soldiers swordplay while she did everything else.

Xana was taking delight in teaching (cough torturing cough) the soldiers how to fight, properly use armor, destruction magic, and unarmed combat. She taught many of the hunters of the village how to use a bow better and how to use illusion magic. Many of the women seemed to prefer the magical abilities, there were exceptions of course as there were men who liked it too and there was women who liked to bash peoples face in, but the majority of the women preferred melting faces, any way she taught these magicly preferred people Destruction and Conjuration, they seemed surprised at that class of magic, but didn't freak out much after a couple of lessons, she taught everyone how to do a basic healing spell, but she taught a small group how to do it extensively, with alchemy and abit of unarmed combat, just in case.

Her teaching of Helga was going better than expected, she took to everything she said like a fish to water, it was almost scary her devotion to her, she taught her a lot of everything and then some, of course there is only so much she could do in a month but Helga was already more powerful then most apprentices in the Collage of Winterhold, and much less squishy too, she seemed to like using a thinner type of sword than the rest of them, as she liked speed, so Tyson made a temporary one from ebony that looked like a shorter version of the Blades... well blade, she liked a mixture of heavy and light armor, heavy on the feet, legs, and upper chest, with light on her arms, midrift and neck, no headwear for her, she wanted her hair to be free when fighting. Tyson made an, also, temporary suit of armor for her, that had smooth ebony greaves, boots, and shortened chest plate that allowed for increased movement with leather worn under it and on her arms with elven metal covering her arms and neck, all enchanted to add to her health and increase magic resistance, and all with special fittings and hinges to allow for growth, it was beautiful, yet plain. She liked to use fire magic like them (what can I say, it's a trend), but liked the spray affect of the flamethrower spell best, she was also trying to cover her arms with fire for unarmed combat, but couldn't get it down just yet. She loved learning how to sneak, she was a prodigy at it, and could sneak even in her armor.

They had made a list of the different classes of fighting and support that had come out of the training and it went like this:

Rangers 20 (bowmen and riflemen)

Mages 20

Soldiers 75(medium armored swordsmen with magic)

Healers 5

Support 40 (miners, blacksmiths, mechanics, enchanters, alteration mages, etc.)

They had also found a way to make soul gems, they had to condense magicka into crystals, this is how they are made naturally, this way is just faster and exhausts them after about fifty common soul gems or five grand soul gems each for a day, black soul gems were made by having grand soul gems sit in pool of blood during the full moons so they didn't have many of them.

When he could get the time, Tyson would sit in his workshop figuring out the best way to make a gun, (he had all ready figured out that dwemerite would be the best metal to make standard issue for them), it required special tools that he improve upon to make them work better, the most important thing he needed to fix, in his opinion, about the gun was the ridiculously long time it took to reload them, then he could work on other things about it, their had to be away that wasn't too complicated, but he couldn't figure it out,

"Hmm maybe..." Realization dawned on him as he thought it over, then he ran to his drafting table and started making designs like crazy, cackling like a madmen. The men stationed outside being unnerved by their lord's maniacal laughter.

Tyson called everyone together to make an anouncment,

"I must tell you all a secret we have kept from you, I felt that before we got any farther into this campaign that you needed to know this, these are not our real forms, we have been disguised by an illusion spell so that we wouldn't scare anyone." He took am breath as Helga walked up to him

"Then what do you really look like?" She said, the expression on her face to cute for words that even if he wasn't about to do this he would anyway, he canceled the spell and revealed his form to the crowd as Xana did it as well.

"These are our true forms, you have been working with us as we have taught you many great things, would you judge us because of our race?" Xana finished with a stoic face, Helga was blushing like crazy as she saw Xana, 'So pretty...'

The villagers talked among themselves, for a while, after a couple of seconds one of them stepped forwards and declared

"I don't care, I am already sworn to you."

"Me neither"

"Aye!"

This continued for a little while with everyone steping up and restating who their lords were, Tyson and Xana!

As the weeks went by and the small army got stronger, Xana got word from her informants in the other villages that a large group of nobles from the reconquesta were heading here to investigate what had happened to the nobles that they had killed.

"Took them long enough." Xana muttered as she went to where Tyson was speaking with Martin about strategys, Martin had to be on the support role as he was to old to fight, but he had learned some magic to help defend if it got to that point.

"There is a large group heading this way Tyson, I think this is a perfect way to get involved in this war and bloody the troops." She said as Tyson thought about it a for a little bit.

"Yes, all right I will go get them ready, is the ambush point ready?"

She smirked as she walked away,"They wont even know what hit them."

The soldiers and mages were nervous as they saw the enemy approach, the sun glinting of the nobles decorative armor as they rode their horses through the main road, the riflemen prepared their shiny new bronze-like rifles that used bullets with shells, they could reload them in about ten seconds by sliding the panel and pulling out the used shell, putting in a new round, and then closing it, it was a bit clumsy, and it didn't work all the time, but it was much much better than the older design.

As they aimed they noticed the archers drawing back their strings, as they waited for the signal.

The lead horse clopped over a fire rune that was placed earlier, when it went up in flames as that caused all of the rangers to start firing, by the time they had to reload a 4th of the enemy group was dead, then the soldiers started poring out of the buildings, catching the noble by surprise while they were looking at they rooftops, then Xana's mages started hurling firebolts at the nobles, a few rare soldiers were freezing up after their first kill but most of them didn't, Tyson having instilled in them a sense of disgust in the nobles that far outmatched their earlier opinions.

As the nobles tried to figure out what was going on as they fought, a mischeavious looking small shadow snuck between them and place a large iron ball with a string in it, she light it and ran away with a giggle as two seconds later, it when boom and most of the nobles had been killed in the explosion.

As the last twelve of the nobles tried to surrender, they saw two people with dark blue skin approach them, when they reached them nine of them fell apart into ash, and the remaining three were scared shitless, literally it was starting to get kinda stinky.

"We need two of you to deliver a message for us." As they looked into their hoods they saw the most terrifying blood-red eyes they had ever seen, it seemed to get a lot stinkier as they all nodded furiously.

"Good, then go tell your leader, Cromwell was it?, that their is a new faction in this silly little war of theirs, tell him that we are called, the Free Conquerors."

When they all started to turn around to leave, Tyson raised his hand.

"I only said two were needed to do this, one will be our prisoner, I will choose which one to take" After a second of thought he pointed at the least fat and least ugly one.

"I choose you because we wont have to feed you as much, come on now if you don't come with me I will have to start burning you."

The armor design for Helga is custom so you have to imagine it in your head from the description, no Skyrim parts though, except for the metal itself. Please review so I can be less horrible at this. also I know the name of the group sucks but I cant think of anything else, if you can think of a better relevant name please tell me.