'It is a blessing. To not always have to kill, to not always have to fight. Diplomacy has its ups and downs.'

StrunLokSingh

'It is a blessing. To not always have to kill, to not always have to fight. Diplomacy has its ups and downs.'

"This bastard deserves no mercy, if he so touches my kingdom, he will not live to see another day!" 

"Dammit, Dragonborn, do you not understand?! ALL of Tamriel is under his control, INCLUDING Orcinium! Alinor may very well be the last free place left!"

"Not only is he massive for a human, he... I've seen him before, during my early days as a soldier, when the Rogue Legion first surfaced... I think he's dabbling in some kind of dark magic. With how many wounds he took, he should have died, but he continued to fight as if nothing was wrong, only getting angrier. And the abilities he had outside of his Voice... They all smelled of Forbidden Magic."

'Not for long. He may as well already be there.

"You do not understand, Orsinium has been sacked many times, I will not let it be sacked, if it means only protecting my kingdom and people, so be it!" 

'Makor! You are an Immortal! Nirn is your responsibilty!' Sauriil yells at Makor, while keeping an eye on Alinor.

Falin frowned. "Now isn't the time for arguing. We need to get what rest we can and try to come up with a plan of some kind."

StrunLokSingh

'Makor! You are an Immortal! Nirn is your responsibilty!' Sauriil yells at Makor, while keeping an eye on Alinor.

Makor quiets down as he glancs down in shame. 

(( For a mental image of Dark Tiberius look at the man on the right side of the picture at the end of the page:  http://www.swtor-rp.com/home/m/1639454/tag/Dark+Jedi

Then add Imperial HEavy Armor from ESO, but having a red/black mist rolling off of it, and the eyeholes glowing a blood red and the armor itself as black as night, cracks in it flooding with more dark mist. And his voice seems to almost echo in a deep, guttural way. ))

'You are correct.' Sauriil got off of Arvak, and sent him back to Oblivion. He walked through the gates. 'I haven't been here since the Third Era. To come here during a time of war is a shame.'

"Wow..."

He then dismounts his horse as well, using his sword as a sort of cane to support himself. The city is bustling with activity, but in a good way. Refugees and surviving soldiers from all over Summerset Island are pooring in. There is no escape for them here...

"They have us trapped here... We..." He then gulps.

"We cannot stay here. If the prophecy is true, our hope is in Akavir. I will have my men send a letter to the king, and if he refuses to do anything, my men will smuggle out as many civilans as possible to Akavir. We will rest for the night, then come dawn, we will ride for the nearest docks."

"Well...Sauriil will you be able to teach me some magic on the way?" Said Emily getting off her horse