Invasion of Summerset
Eltheric Ocean, South of Summerset
Last Seed, 1st
Ships lined the horizon, as far as the eyes could see. This massive Flotilla contained all of First Army, and was poised to invade the largest of the Summerset Isles. The shore was lined with powerful mages, intent on stopping them. Behind the mages were archers, ready to loose their projectiles on the invaders.
Praetor Whitestone and General Hadvar were on the lead ship. Whitestone had some private concerns. Opposed landings were difficult in the best of times, and he wasn't sure this would be much different.
The sun was still low in the sky, but day had broke and they were able to see a fair distance. Once the shore line was in sight, he knew that his ships would be visible as well. He turned towards General Hadvar and said, "Better get the wards up, things are about to get real interesting."
"Yes, sir," Hadvar nodded. Then he turned to the ship's master. "Signal the other ships, wards up."
The ship's master would normally relay the orders to a subordinate, but in this instance, he chose to take the actions himself. He grabbed a very specific flag, the shapes and colors of which were designed to represent a specific command. He attached the flag to some rope ran it all the way up the central mast. The ships nearest him soon followed suit. This served to both acknowledge the order and pass it on to ships further out.
It took just a few minutes for all the ships to receive and acknowledge the order and just a moment more for the mages on board each one to put up the wards.
Praetor Whitestone's order was prescient. Just a few moments after the last ship acknowledged the order, a plethora of fire balls came from the shore. The flotilla was massive and every single ship that could be seen from shore had been targeted by the mages. Hundreds of fireballs flew through the air, headed towards the invasion fleet.
The fleet was still far out, so most of the initial volley fell short. As the ships got closer, more and more of the fireballs were starting to reach them. A large majority were caught by the wards, but wards could not last forever and the mages had to constantly switch out in order to protect the ships they were assigned to.
The volleys of fire from the shore increased in frequency. Some of the wards were starting to get overwhelmed. Hadvar watched as a nearby ship succumbed and went up in a fiery explosion. Soon after, another ship exploded. The fleet pressed on towards the shore, and the mages intensified their attacks. Fireballs flew through the air. The mages on shore not letting up in their attacks.
The mages on the ships did their best to keep the fleet protected, but in spite of their efforts, another ship succumbed and went up in a fiery explosion. The soldiers and the crews were starting to get concerned. As the ships got closer, arrows joined the fireballs. At first, the arrows fell far short, but as the ships moved into range, the legionnaires knew they were in trouble. Concern turned worry.
Just as the ships were coming into range of the arrows and concern/worry was starting to increase, the soldiers heard a roar in the distance. Then a second…then a third. The soldiers and sailors saw three dragons approaching from the south. Odahviing was in the lead, flanked by two others, one on either side.
Odahviing swooped low, just over the masts of the ships, and the legionnaires saw Martin on his back, sword held high in the air. The soldiers and sailors let out a collective cheer at the display. The dragons kept on towards shore and started strafing the mages and archers. Thalmor casualties were light at first, but the strafing runs forced them to split their attacks, allowing the ships to move close to shore.
The ships got as close as they could and started unloading the troops. Thalmor mages and archers started attacking the small dinghies and transport craft, but the dragons increased their attacks and provided a small opening for a landing. Once the first infantry troops landed, they immediately attacked the mages, trying to establish a foothold.
There were three main landing sites: One in the city of Sunhold itself, and the other two to either side. If the Empire could secure the port, ships could dock and unload more troops and supplies. The mages did their best to prevent this. They shifted their attacks, some casting lightning bolts and ice spikes, while others summoned daedra to deal with the onslaught.
Casualties were mounting, but the Empire kept sending its infantry in and eventually, the tide began to turn. The mages in the city fled, but were replaced with Thalmor infantry, who were trying to push the imperials back into the sea. Odahviing landed right in the middle of the port and Martin dismounted. Odahviing quickly leapt into the air and started strafing the arches on the city walls. Martin met up with Praetor Whitestone, General Hadvar and the Ebony Warrior. They all led the charge to secure the port facilities and docks.
The fighting was fierce, but the Empire was able to land enough troops to push the Thalmor away from the port. Odahviing had cleared the city walls and The Empire's ships were eventually able to dock at the port. Imperial archers were offloaded first and made their way to the city walls.
Some of them were cut down in the streets by Thalmor infantry, but once the first few made it, they were able to use their advantageous position to rain arrows down on the Thalmor.
Once the Empire had established a perimeter at the port and taken the city walls, the Thalmor troops and mages were at a distinct disadvantage. Still the Thalmor continued to fight, setting up ambushes and barricades in the streets.
Martin wanted to take the city intact, so he had Odahviing shift his attacks to one of the landing sites outside the city. Martin led the charge to one of the barricades and Whitestone led the charge to another. General Hadvar, Commander of the Emperor's Legion led the charge to still another makeshift barricade.
Martin ran up to the barricade, "Fus…Roh…DAH!" The barricade shattered and Thalmor soldiers went flying. The Legionnaires let out a shout and charged through. Martin and the Ebony Warrior split up and enough Imperial soldiers made it through that they were able to outflank the Thalmor at some of the other makeshift barricades. Some of the Thalmor started to surrender, while others fought on.
The Empire was able to fully secure the port and had secured the city walls, but some of the Thalmor soldiers kept fighting. Street by street, the Legion was advancing, but some of it was slow going. As more ships docked and let off more troops, the Empire was able to use superior numbers and move around to outflank the Thalmor. By the time the sun was starting to set, most of the city was theirs.
Auriel's Bow and Shield
Auriel's Bow and Shield was a middle class tavern, not too far from the Port. The Empire had commandeered the establishment to set up a temporary headquarters. Hadvar was briefing the Emperor and the Praetor on the latest status.
"We have secured the walls, including the city gates, and the port. There is still some sporadic fighting in the streets, but most of the Thalmor troops have either surrendered or moved back to the palace. The palace still remains in Thalmor hands. We'll assault that at first light. In the meantime, we're offloading troops and supplies and will continue to do so throughout the night."
"Casualties?" Martin asked.
"They…were pretty heavy, your majesty. We lost four ships coming in and many more troops in the landing at and securing of the port. We're still getting numbers." Hadvar explained.
Martin nodded, but said nothing.
Hadvar waited a moment, and then continued. "General Razelan has established a secure foothold east of the city and will continue to land troops and supplies throughout the night unopposed. General S'thasa is having a little more trouble to the west. Her Legion has a small beachhead, but are thus far unable to break out. General Razelan is sending some troops, including his sword singers, to outflank the Thalmor and ease some pressure off S'thasa."
General S'thasa, commander of the Fourth Legion, was originally slated to defend Cyrodiil, but she made a special request to have her unit included in the invasion. They switched her legion out with Third Legion, commanded by General Orthus and Third Legion remained behind while Fourth Legion was included in the landing.
"You should probably send our sword singers too, Hadvar," Martin suggested. "I think including a company with each of the first ten legions was a good idea, but it sounds like S'thasa could use a little extra help in securing her foothold."
Hadvar turned to an aide and nodded. The aide left to ensure the order was carried out. Hadvar then turned back to Martin and Whitestone. "At the very least our troops will form a perimeter around the city, from the shore on one side to the shore on the other. Once we take the palace, we can devote all our efforts to breaking out. There is a chance we can outflank and surround the Thalmor, but the sun will be setting soon. We'll know more in the morning."
City Walls, Sunhold
Martin stood alone on the city walls watching the sun set. The calm, serene beauty was an odd juxtaposition on the violence from the day.
Martin had briefly been lost in thought, but the sound of footfalls brought him back to full alertness. He turned and saw Hadvar walking over to him, torch in one hand, sword in the other. Martin nodded in greeting and the two stood in silence for a moment watching the sun fall below the horizon. As the blue faded to gray, Hadvar lit some torches in the sconces.
The two stood in silence for a few more moments, and then Hadvar spoke. "I must confess, we were starting to get worried this morning."
"Oh?"
"We had lost a few ships before you and Odahviing arrived."
"I am sorry, Hadvar. Odahviing and I stopped at the Throat of the World. I had to see Paarthurnax, it was important."
"What's going on?" Hadvar asked.
"I can bring her back."
"Lydia?"
"Yes," Martin confirmed. "Paarthurnax taught me a shout that will resurrect her."
The two stood in silence for a short while longer. Hadvar was again the first to speak. "What are you going to do?"
Martin let out a breath. "I…I don't know. A few weeks ago I would have done anything to bring her back, but now..." He stared out in silence for a little while and then abruptly changed the subject. "How bad was it this morning?"
"It was bad. The amount of magiks and arrows they unleashed was unheard of. Like I said, we lost a few ships before you arrived, but the truth is, if you hadn't arrived when you did our losses would have been much greater. As it was, the dragons gave us the distraction we needed to put feet on the ground."
Martin nodded, but said nothing. The two friends stood in silence, watching the campfires in the distance, as the sky went from gray to purple to black, with the stars shining overhead.
Auriel's Bow and Shield
Last Seed, 2nd
Martin felt like he had just fallen asleep when he had been woken up. He quickly cleaned himself and dressed for the morning's briefing. He went down to the main hall of the tavern and found that General's Razelan and S'thasa were there as well as Hadvar, the Ebony Warrior and Praetor Whitestone.
"Good morning, your majesty," Razelan greeted.
"Good morning, Razelan. S'thasa. Gentlemen," Martin nodded to each of them.
There was an array of juice, fruit and sweet rolls laid out on the table. The others had their plates already, so Martin gathered some food on to a plate and sat with them to eat.
S'thasa was noticeably surprised when Martin sat and started eating. "The emperor…he eats with us?"
"Apologies, S'thasa. I should have asked before I joined you all. I'm not awake yet," Martin said with a half-smile.
"Begging your pardon, but S'thasa apologizes to your majesty. I'm not used to this. We were not treated as equals by the Thalmor," S'thasa explained. "You are not typical."
Hadvar and Whitestone both chuckled. Whitestone replied, "He's definitely not our typical emperor, but we're training him and he's starting to learn."
Razelan chuckled a little, but S'thasa looked confused. The Ebony Warrior remained stoic as always.
"S'thasa, I can be a little too informal sometimes," Martin began. "I'm not used to, well, being emperor. Some people are a little uncomfortable with how informal I can be, some are not. I apologize if I have made you uncomfortable. We, that is me and my closest companions and leaders, are working on striking the right balance, but that will take time. For now, there is a war to win and we all bleed the same, no?"
S'thasa gave the Khajiit equivalent of a smile. "S'thasa appreciates your candor. Know that your troops also appreciate your…style…of leadership. They were inspired when you flew overhead-" she shuddered slightly "-on the dragon."
"Thank you, S'thasa. I'm definitely more comfortable swinging a sword then holding a scepter." Martin looked at Whitestone briefly and continued, "but there is a time and a place. My place will soon be in Cyrodiil, but the praetors and generals were wise enough and gracious enough to know that I needed to lead our soldiers in battle if I am to lead our people in peace."
"Just so long as you leave some of the enemy troops for us mere mortals," Whitestone said with a smile.
The morning meal continued with some idle chit chat and the banter of soldiers and S'thasa was starting to feel a bit more comfortable. Once everyone was done eating, one of the tavern workers cleared their plates and the atmosphere became more formal as Whitestone briefed the group on the day's events.
"Your majesty, Generals," he began, "The good news is that we have secured footholds at all three landing sites, including the port here in Sunhold. The bad news is, the port is smaller than we accounted for and offloading is taking longer than we had anticipated."
"So what's the plan?" Martin asked.
"Well, the surviving Thalmor troops have all barricaded themselves inside the palace. We can't say the city is ours, but the enemy is contained for now. At least inside the city walls. Outside the city is another story. The sword singers successfully outflanked the Thalmor last night, so fourth legion got a foot hold, but we're expecting the Thalmor to counter attack to try to either push the legions back in the sea, or besiege the city and prevent us from expanding our foothold or breaking out to other cities and towns."
Whitestone paused for a moment to ensure everyone was tracking and then he continued. "Our focus is going to be on preventing the Thalmor from encircling the city. We either need to break out or get them to retreat. To that end, I am recommending we use nearly all of our landed troops outside of the city, to force the Thalmor back. Unloading operations will continue through tomorrow, but by the end of the day tomorrow, we should have offloaded the entirety of the legions and their supplies."
"Are we keeping any garrison in the city?" Martin asked.
"We'll be keeping a company from the First Cohort of the First Legion," Hadvar answered. "That will allow us to show a presence here in the city, especially near the palace."
"And they will be supplemented as troops are offloaded," Whitestone added.
Martin nodded. "Ok. When do you expect we can take the palace?"
"We aim to control the area immediately around the city by the end of the day tomorrow, then we will focus on the palace, which will probably take 2-3 days itself." Whitestone replied.
"Why so long?" Martin asked.
"Well, when we first started, we had a few tricks that surprised the enemy, and the troops were mostly conscripts. While they were disciplined, conscripts tend to break quicker. Add in your dragon allies and your special abilities and that magnifies things. Now, the Thalmor are used to both the dragons and your special abilities, plus the troops here are nearly all Altmer and they're fighting on their home turf. Things will take a little longer here, but the end result will still be the same," Whitestone replied confidently.
"Ok, good," Martin replied and then he turned towards the Ebony Warrior. "I really appreciate your aid and assisting us in gaining a foothold here in Sunhold. I know your hesitancy in being involved but your skills greatly aided us yesterday. Now I have a special mission for you and your skills."
"I am here to serve, your majesty. What do you need?"
"The underground is sending an Altmer by the name of Rimintil. He'll have word on how they fared taking over the city of Dusk. He should be enroute today. You'll find him near the shore. I'd like for you to go and meet him and escort him back to the city."
The Ebony Warrior nodded. "I'll leave immediately."
Abacean Sea, Third Army Command Ship
The Third Army did not have as much luck as First Army did in their initial assault. They had two dragons to assist, but the city of Lillandril had jetties, islets and shoals that made any entrance into the city difficult. Trying to carry out an opposed military assault proved nearly impossible. They were forced to withdraw, and suffered losses of some troops and small craft.
Fortunately, they had not lost any of the big ships in the Flotilla as the same geography that impeded the landing also kept the main force out of range of Thalmor mages. A second attempt on the city would be a fool's errand, so Praetor Indalen and her generals were looking at the maps and trying to decide the best location for landing their troops.
"What about here?" General Aldis, commander of the Ninth Legion asked, pointed to a location on the map. It was north of the city and according to their maps appeared to be an easier spot to land a large number of troops.
Praetor Indalen nodded. "Yes, that looks like a good location. Land your legion there and then move south on the city. Dro'shanji, I would like to send a small contingent in and attempt to land in the city proper. Only instead of making for the docks, instruct your troops to steer erratically to avoid fire. They should try to keep the enemy occupied all morning as much as they can as a distraction, however if the enemy bombardment gets too much, then they should withdraw again. We don't want more casualties if we can avoid it, but we need to keep the city's defenders occupied and distracted so Aldis can land his legion."
"Dro'shanji will ensure the Thalmor are distracted so Aldis can attack from land."
"Thank you, Dro'shanji," Aldis replied.
"Good," Indalen began. "Aldis, once you take the city, we can use the port to offload the rest of our troops and equipment. May the nine guide you."
Summerset Isles, Shoreline East of Sunhold
Rimintil, former Commander in the Thalmor army, was riding his horse towards Sunhold. He followed the coast instead of the roads to avoid both armies that were currently fighting over Aldmeri territory. As he got close to the city of Sunhold, he could see the armies lined up to face each other.
Discretion being the better part of valor, he hugged the coastline as best he could, riding on the beach itself where he was able. The beach was where he was riding as he neared the city. He found a large boulder that seemed out of place. As he rode up next to it, he saw part of it that was facing away from the city was carved out and a door was installed.
He was examining the door from his horse, when it opened up. A head briefly appeared, looking up and down the beach, spotting Rimintil and ducking quickly back in side. Rimintil heard the sound of wood sliding and assumed (correctly as it turned out), that a wooden beam was being slid across the door to prevent it being opened from the outside.
He dismounted and placed a crude marker nearby, then got back on his horse and continued towards the city. He stopped short when he was met by an individual fully clad in ebony armor, from head to toe. The warrior had a sword at the ready.
"Are you Rimintil?" he asked.
Rimintil eyed the individual warily, slowly moving his hand to the hilt of his sword. "I am," he replied.
"I've been sent by Emperor Martin Septim II to meet you. If you will accompany me, I'll escort you to him."
Rimintil let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and nodded. He followed the Ebony Warrior back to Sunhold.
City Walls, Sunhold
Martin and Praetor Whitestone were standing on the city walls in the northern part of the city, overlooking the field of battle just outside the city gates. The sun was getting low in the sky, but the battle showed no signs of letting up. Neither side had gained the advantage, in spite of the fact that the sword singers had broken through the Thalmor lines. The Thalmor had adjusted on the fly to prevent the Empire from taking advantage and neither force was able to surround or outflank the other.
"The Thalmor are holding much better than I thought they would," Martin observed.
"I agree, your majesty. As I said, we're in their homeland now. Things may not be so easy or quick anymore," Whitestone replied. "The good news is, we'll be fully offloaded tonight and tomorrow we can bring fresh troops to bear. We should be able to route them."
"I'll call for some help as well," Martin said with a smile.
As they were talking, horns blew in the distance. Some of the Thalmor troops started disengaging. The Legionnaires pressed at first, but eventually the Thalmor broke off and the Empire's troops fell back as well.
"Looks like today was a draw," Martin observed as he watched the two armies separate on the field.
Whitestone nodded. "We'll take them tomorrow and break out for sure. Then we can focus on the palace and take the city properly."
Auriel's Bow and Shield
Martin, the generals, the praetor, the Ebony Warrior and Rimintil were sharing their evening meal and debriefing the day's events.
"Your majesty, we have received word from Praetor Indalen. Their initial assault on Lillandril was repulsed, but General Aldis was able to land his Legion north of the city. The other two legions will follow while Aldis and his troops provide cover, and then all three legions will lay siege to the city," Whitestone informed everyone.
"Ok, sounds like they adapted on the fly, good," Martin observed. "Any word from Second Army yet?"
"No, your majesty, we have not received word yet, but we don't expect to hear anything until the Sixth and Seventh Legions are in Shimmerene or at least near it. Praetor J'Kier has orders to send a runner as soon as they land on the big island."
"Alright. Please let me know as soon as you receive word." Martin turned towards Rimintil. "Welcome! I take it things went well in Dusk?"
Rimintil smiled. "Yes, it was well planned and people were in place. The captain of the guard has sworn fealty to Lorinor, who was leading the underground. His base of operations was just outside Thorheim, so that settlement is loyal to him. He also sent some of his people to Archen Grove and that settlement is loyal to him as well."
Martin was impressed. "Sounds like this Lorinor has accomplished a lot. How long has he been at it? And who is he, exactly?"
"Lorinor was a Pastur, uhh, a captain, in the Thalmor army. I met up with him while your General Rikke was escorting Commander Calinor and I back to Valenwood. He accompanied me back to Summerset and then disappeared. I had no idea what happened to him and was quite surprised to find out he was behind the underground. Although he did admit there was already a movement, he just helped solidify it and brought in a lot of growth. Basically, he turned a fringe movement into an effective militia."
"It must be effective if they control a city and two settlements," Hadvar observed.
Martin agreed and then asked, "How big is the militia?"
"Just a few companies right now, but there are people all over the island willing to join up and support. Except for Holly," Rimintil informed them. "Holly has a large garrison of Thalmor troops. That's where they are looking to reclaim Sunhold from."
Martin was thoughtful for a moment, and then he turned to Whitestone. "We should send our legions to Holly before the sun comes up. If we can route the Thalmor from Holly, we'll control the entire southeast region of Summerset."
"We'll start planning our assault straight away, your majesty," Whitestone replied. "What about the palace here in Sunhold?"
"I think I can help with that," Rimintil interjected.
"Oh?" Whitestone replied.
"Just to the east, on the beach, is a large boulder. There is a door in that boulder. I cannot be certain, but it could be a secret entrance or exit from the palace," Rimintil explained.
"We know that the Thalmor like their escape tunnels," Hadvar quipped.
"That they do," Martin agreed. Then added, "Rorik, can we use this?"
Praetor Whitestone thought for a moment before responding, "I believe I can put something together, your majesty. By the Nine, we'll take both the Palace and Holly tomorrow."
Auriel's Bow and Shield, Emperor's Quarters
Martin had invited the Ebony Warrior to his room so he could explain an important mission that Martin had for him.
"You are still an unknown quantity, especially when you are fully outfitted," Martin began, "I would like for you to head to Alinor. See if you can gain entrance to the city. You may stand out in your armor, but not nearly as much as you would without it."
"What if I am discovered?"
"See if you can talk your way out. If not fight your way out of the city and make haste for Sunhold. We'll be making this city our headquarters."
The Ebony Warrior nodded. "And what am I to do once I arrive?"
"Try to make contact with Zeno Mor," Martin explained. "He is a spy I sent over before the war began. We've had no communication with him since the invasion of Summerset began. He may be waiting to hear from us, or he may have been killed or arrested. We just don't know."
"Do you have a missive you would like me to deliver?"
"I do," Martin confirmed, "but not in writing. I'll give it to you verbally and then you will deliver it to him verbally. This mission is vital. It could bring for a quick end to the overall war effort if you succeed."
Summerset Isles, Shoreline East of Sunhold
Last Seed, 3rd
An entire company was waiting. Rimintil lead them to the location of the mysterious boulder with a door in it. The Imperial legion soldiers were waiting out of sight while their compatriots launched a feint inside the city walls. The intent was to get those inside the palace in the city to make an attempt to leave through the tunnels so that the imperial legion could gain access to the tunnels and enter the palace from the inside.
They did not have to wait long. The door opened and an advance party exited the tunnel to scout the surrounding area. The legionnaires leapt down from the boulder and secured the entrance to the tunnel before those inside could close and bar the door again. The rest of the legionnaires surrounded the Administrator and his escort. The fighting was fierce, but short.
The Administrator was apprehended and his escort was forced to disarm and remove their armor. The Thalmor detachment was then escorted back through the tunnels, up and into the Palace. The Thalmor were left in the prison cells beneath the palace and the Imperial Legion troops entered the Palace from below.
There was another brief skirmish, but the Imperial Legion company was able to open the gates from the inside, bringing in reinforcements. It did not take long for the remaining Thalmor troops to surrender. The Imperial Legion took the palace and thus, took the city of Sunhold. They had established a firm foothold on the Summerset Aisle.
Imperial Camp, Outside Lillandril
Last Seed, 5th
The Imperial Legion was settled in for a long siege. Their attempted landing in the city was repulsed, but they successfully landed the Ninth and Tenth Legions north of the city and surrounded it. The Eleventh Legion was still aboard the Flotilla, which had successfully blockaded the city. The shoreside legions were building siege engines, while remaining out of range of the archers and mages stationed on the city walls.
In the command tent, Praetor Indalen was meeting with the generals from the Ninth and Tenth legions to discuss their strategy.
"How long until the siege engines are ready?" Indalen was asking.
"A week at most," Aldis responded. "And then we'll be ready to try breaking through the walls, although it would be easier if we had the Emperor's friends."
"I don't think we'll need them," General Dro'shanji pointed out. "We still have a little over two weeks before it affects our schedule and the intelligence we received shows they do not have much in the way of stores in the city."
"They weren't expecting us here," Praetor Indalen agreed. "They were expecting us to go directly for Alinor. It wasn't until our Flotilla arrived that they scrambled to make a defense."
"They still put up a good one," Aldis pointed out. "They thwarted our first landing."
"Yeah, but that was just as much due to the shoals and jetties as it was their mages and archers. If we had a more direct route to the docks, we likely would have been able to make a direct landing. With all the maneuvering we had to do around the rock formations and shoal water, we presented more of a target on our approach." Indalen explained.
"So what's the plan then? Starve them out or attack?" Aldis asked.
Indalen was thoughtful for a moment. "Right now, time is more on our side than theirs, and after we stopped those two ships that tried running the blockade, there haven't been any further attempts. I say we continue with the siege and the blockade for now. We may be able to starve them out. It may even be worth waiting a few more weeks."
"You're the boss, boss." Adlis replied.
Praetor Indalen was slightly taken aback. Aldis had just the right mixture of respect and camaraderie. From a Nord that seemed…different, especially since she was a Dunmer. Not what she was used to and certainly not what she'd expect. She gave her best warm smile in return.
Palace, Sunhold
Last Seed, 8th
The Imperial Legion had managed to take the city of Sunhold and had made its palace their headquarters. A step up from the inn they were using previously. The people seemed to be accepting of their presence. The people seemed oddly neutral over the entire affair. There had not been any incidents either in the city or the surrounding towns.
They had managed to chase the Thalmor out of the town of Hope, which meant that the Empire and the Underground controlled the entire southeast. The First Army had a significant foothold on the island. Results for the rest of the island were mixed and that was what Praetor Whitestone was about to brief Martin on.
"Your majesty, we've received a rider from Second Army. They have successfully taken Skywatch and garrisoned Fifth Legion there. They are not on the mainland yet, but are planning on landing near Shimmerene in a few days. They'll siege and take that city and then wait for orders to move towards Alinor."
"Ok, so we're on schedule, it seems," Martin observed. "How about Third Army?"
"Third Army was initially repulsed when they tried landing at Lillandril. The geography and layout of the shore made landing inside the city virtually impossible. General Aldis successfully landed his legion north of the City. Once they had a foothold, Tenth Legion followed. As things stand right now, Ninth and Tenth Legions have laid siege to the city and Eleventh Legion remains on the Flotilla, which has blockaded the port."
"Ok. When will Indalen launch her assault?"
"They need a few more days to have their siege engines ready, but she has made a request." Whitestone replied.
"A request?"
"Yes, your majesty. Praetor Indalen feels that the city may surrender if she can continue the siege for a few weeks. They have successfully blockaded the port. No food or supplies are getting in and nobody is getting out. We may be able to take the city with no further loss of life."
"How long will this take?" Martin asked.
"Based on the intelligence we have received, Lillandril only has about 2-3 weeks of food stored in the city." Whitestone replied.
"And what will this do our overall schedule?"
"We're actually a little bit ahead of schedule…mostly. We can move legions from First and Second Army to take Cloudrest if we need to." Whitestone explained.
"Umm, we may actually be able to help with that," Rimintil cut in.
"How so?" Martin asked.
"Lorinor has members of the underground in Cloudrest. With the nearby towns under his influence, taking the palace and arresting the Administrator should not pose too much trouble. If he fails, then you can send your legions." Rimintil explained.
Martin and Whitestone looked at each other. Whitestone nodded. "Ok, please request that he proceed." Martin said.
"I'd like to accompany him, your majesty." Rimintil requested.
Martin shook his head. "I would like for you to remain here. I will appoint you as Castellan of Sunhold. That is the equivalent of Count in Cyrodiil or Jarl in Skyrim. You'll function as this city's Administrator, but you'll have noble rank."
There was silence around the table as everyone was shocked by Martin's pronouncement. Finally, Rimintil managed to speak, "You honor me, your majesty, and I beg your forgiveness, but I am a warrior, not an administrator."
Martin smiled, "You are a formidable warrior, but surely commanding a division of troops requires administrative skills?"
"Yes, but…"
"Rimintil, I appreciate what you are trying to say, but I need people I can trust in key positions at the moment. The ruler of Sunhold has a lot of influence. If not for the mountains, Alinor and Sunhold would likely have merged into one great city. I think it's understood that Lorinor will rule Alinor and likely all of Summerset. I need you here," Martin explained.
Rimintil's face was unusually expressive, but still hard to read. Finally, he closed his eyes and bowed his head slightly. "I am honored to accept, your majesty."
"Thank you, Rimintil." Martin turned to Whitestone, "Will that help?"
"Absolutely your majesty. If all goes well, we should be ready to assault Alinor next month." Whitestone replied.
"Let's pray to the nine that all goes well." Martin said.
Imperial Camp, Outside Lillandril
Last Seed, 23rd
Praetor Indalen had just finished her morning routine and was leaving her tent to get some food to eat, when a cry went out in the camp, "A rider approaches!"
She ran over to see what was going on, and sure enough, a rider with a white flag had left the city gates and was heading their way.
"Prepare to receive him. Treat him well," Indalen ordered.
The rider reached the camp a few minutes later and was escorted to the command tent. Praetor Indalen and her generals were all sitting around an array of food. The rider looked at the food longingly. "Please, help yourself," Indalen motioned to the food spread out before her.
The rider sat, and with slow, methodical movements, took some of the food. As much as he tried to be nonchalant, Indalen saw his eyes widen when he took his first bite. She waited a few minutes, allowing her guest to eat. She could tell he was exercising a remarkable amount of self-control by forcing himself to eat slowly. Once he had his fill, he looked at the Praetor and spoke, "Thank you for that. It has been a while."
"We can provide food for the people in your city," Indalen began.
"Yes, that is why I am here. As you are no doubt aware, food is becoming scarce inside Lillandril. What you may not know is that the administrator has taken what little we have left and reserved it for himself, his staff and the Thalmor troops."
"How did you get out?" Indalen asked.
"The administrator no longer controls the city," the Rider admitted. "A group of us entered the palace, arrested the Administrator, some of his staff and the Thalmor commander. We distributed what little food was left among the populace, but it wasn't enough. I was given leave to come out and offer you our surrender."
"What are your terms?" Indalen asked.
"We have heard rumors that you ally yourself with the underground leader. Is this true?"
"It is," Indalen confirmed.
"Very well. We will allow some of your troops into our city and offer our allegiance to the leader of the underground, in exchange for food. The Thalmor troops will not harm you."
"How can you guarantee this?" Indalen asked.
The rider was surprisingly forthcoming. "As I mentioned, we have arrested the Administrator and most of his staff. We have also arrested the Thalmor commander and some of his aides. The remaining staff have pledged their loyalty, and the-"
"Pledged to who?" Indalen interrupted.
The rider demurred for a moment, and then finally admitted. "To me. I am Cyrellon Falwen. My family were nobles in this city before the Thalmor. My father was in the court of King Corridalf. Some of your leaders may be familiar with my sister. She surrendered at Gilane and was imprisoned afterwards. They tried to use her imprisonment to keep me in line, but I will not be controlled any longer. I will swear fealty to the underground, and those in the city that I have mentioned have sworn fealty to me."
"So you command the remaining staff and troops?"
"I do," Cyrellon confirmed.
"You will allow us access to the port and to the palace?" Indalen pressed.
"I will."
"Very well," Indalen began, "if you will permit it, I will send one company to the port. Our ships will dock and offload all the food and supplies you need. I will take one company to the place and set up a headquarters there. The city will be yours, but I am current a representative for the leader of the underground. Once he takes Alinor, you will be welcome to see him and pledge your fealty in person. Until then, we will garrison troops in your city, but they will not interfere with the day to day business of your citizens. Our remaining troops will stay camped outside your city walls, but will not interfere in any trade. We will not block any food, supplies or goods coming to or leaving from Lillandril. Is this sufficient?"
"It is very generous. Thank you. If I may take my leave?" Cyrellon asked.
"Actually, I would like to send two companies to escort you back. One company will go to the port, one company will accompany us to the palace. We can work out the remaining troops arrangements later."
Cyrellon bowed his head slightly, "Fair enough."
Praetor Indalen stood. "Aldis, ready two companies of your troops, you will proceed to the port with one and the other will accompany me to the palace. Dro'shanji, you are in command while we work out the details. If you do not hear from either of us in 24 hours, you may launch your assault on the city."
"I assure you, that will not be necessary," Cyrellon said. "You will have the full support of myself and the city."
Indalen nodded. "Good. Let's get moving then."
Palace, Sunhold
Last Seed, 28th
Sunhold, which was just over the mountains from Alinor, had become the de facto headquarters for the Imperial Legion on Summerset. Martin was gathered with all his senior military leaders to discuss the final push. Alinor was all that stood before the Empire. The final bastion for the Thalmor. If they could take that, then the war would be over.
"Your Majesty, Third Army is currently stationed at Riverwatch and the remains of Second Army are at Marnor Keep. First Army is ready to move across the mountain on your order." Whitestone explained.
"The order is given."
"Thank you, your Majesty. Once First Army arrives, Second and Third Armies will move in and we will completely surround the city, cutting them off from the docks and thus, resupply. That will keep them from getting food, but I won't coat this with honey-"
Martin let out a brief chuckle. "Sorry, you are starting to sound like Jonna."
Whitestone smiled, "We've been working very close the past few months. Anyway, Alinor is going to be a tough city to take. It's built in to the side of a mountain and each layer is heavily fortified. We will have numbers on our side, but you should be prepared for massive casualties. The Thalmor will have the high ground, no matter what parts of the city we take. It won't be until we reach the palace itself that we can stop worrying about their archers and mages raining down destruction. I'm hoping our allies can help in that regard."
Martin nodded. "Odahviing has ensured me that there will be at least a dozen of his kind on hand. They will focus on the upper levels and provide cover for our troops to move in and move up. I'm not as worried about damage to the city in this case. I'd like to limit civilian casualties, but any damage to the city is acceptable. We'll rebuild what we need to."
"That's good to hear, your majesty," Whitestone replied. "We'll be leaving General Aldis and his legion in Lillandril. General Razelan and his legion will remain here in Sunhold. The remaining legions will be at your disposal."
"Lorinor will have his militia available to you as well. It has greatly expanded since the liberation of Cloudrest. He has agreed to follow your lead, but he has insisted that his people be the ones to take the Palace," Rimintil added.
Martin was thoughtful a moment. "I can see how that would be beneficial to both of us."
Whitestone agreed. "If Lorinor takes the Palace, he would be seen as a liberator for his people. It would move us to a support role, but would help him and he, in turn, would owe us."
"Rimintil, does Lorinor want to be High King of Summerset? And if so, will he support the empire, or will he try to be independent?" Martin asked.
"He only seeks to throw off the yoke of the Thalmor. Honestly, I'm not sure if he's really thought about what happens after. I do know that part of him seeks vengeance against those who killed his family. I suspect that is why he wants to lead the charge into the palace."
"I can understand that, but I also know firsthand that seeking vengeance has unintended consequences." Martin was silent for a moment and then continued. "Lorinor can lead the charge into the palace, but we'll be accompanying him. He can be seen as the liberator of his people, but we must ensure he does not put the whole operation at risk."
Rimintil nodded. "I'll relay that to him."
"Thank you, Rimintil." Martin turned to Whitestone, "Has there been any word from our legion in Skywatch?"
"No, your majesty," Whitestone replied, "I'm afraid we have lost all contact with them."
Martin sighed. "Very well. Let me know as soon as you hear something." He stood up. "Please move our troops into position for the final assault on Alinor."
Author's Note: I appreciate everyone keeping Lydia's fate out of the reviews. I know reviews tend to carry spoilers, but that was a big one. I have not decided if she will be resurrected or remain dead, but there is one more chapter left of the war...I'm thinking it will be called "The Dovahkiin War" or "The Dragon Wars" by historians. What do you all think this second war with the Thalmor should be called? Send me a message and let me know! Anyway, I will decide soon and her fate will be revealed when the war is over. I would like to say thank you again to my Beta Readers, you all make the story much better!