Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150916143234/@comment-5543592-20150916194932

In an undisclosed location...

"Do you know why the Septim Dynasty ended, Marcus?  After ruling the known world for half a millennium, why they failed, why their line peterred out?" Laelius was facing a window, his hands clasped behind his back, his posture rigid. He watched the forest landscape outside with deep thought.

"Because they did not have you, my lord." Marcus answered with great enthusiasm, eager to please his master. The simply buearacrat sat at a desk, and had looked up from his writing the old Battlemage spoke.

"No, that is not way.  It is because the Empire was built on honestly, devotion, and trust.  Uriel Septim can easily have hidden another bastard, be it a false one.  Chanceller Ocato could easily have raised a false Emperor.  Anything to maintain order.  But no.  They insisted that the Dynasty die with the last Emperor.  And the Empire crumbled under the weight of it's own idiocy."

"My lord, you also preach honestly, devotion, and trust."

"Yes, Marcus, but to me.  Martin, Uriel, Ocato- they all severed the populance, believing themselves to be self-righteous. Benevolence was so important to them, after the reputation their ancestor garnered by ascending to godhood.  And in the end, it meant the fall of the Empire.  They were fools.  No... unlike them, I do not serve the people.  The people serve me." He stepped around to face Marcus and began to walk past the lesser man's desk.

"They trust me.  They are devoted to me.  They do not lie to me.  And for good reason.  I shall restore order to this... excuse of an Empire.  To the laughable kingdoms of the west, east, and south.  Soon I will have an Empire that Tiber Septim himself would be envious of."

Laelius came to a stop, glancing down. "Now back to work.  I need to know what gains we will acquire from Falkreath once we take it."