Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160907220147/@comment-5583506-20161223003727

(Welp, seeing as Dragon is MIA, I will now fast-forward the plot. Sorry for the long wait. Gonna issue a new rule for my future RPs from now on: I will expect at least one post a day from each player else any action or event involving them will be nullified, unless the player has posted a reason to not post before their absence.)

"Maybe so", said Evelyne. "Either way, I am tired... I want to get some sleep."

The Imperial commander stood at one of the pens, overlooking the various subjects of Beasts they had brought in over the years to experiment on. Their ancestors had indeed been busy and creative people. Creative enough to plunge the world into an apocalypse...

''Maybe a Thalmor world domination wouldn't have been so bad, after all? ''she reflected.

"Commander!" a voice exclaimed from behind her.

"Captain", she said, nodding her head in a gesture of salutation.

"It's nothing urgent, I was just thinking about..."

"About what?"

"These Beast Slayers", he said.

"What about them?"

"Well... they are mainlanders... They are on the search for a way to eradicate the Beasts. Doesn't that make them our enemies?"

"Not necessarily", said the commander and gazed out over the work that took place in the pens. They were soon ready to be unleashed. "War is ugly business, captain. Always has been, always will be. I don't enjoy what we are doing here, but civilization has only ever been accomplished by founding it on an already existing one... and in this case the existing one is broken and won't be missed."

"I am not sure I follow?"

"These Beast Slayers... they seem well versed in their world. They know each city, their own lands. They have expressed a desire to stay here with us." She shrugged, seemingly flattered and amused. "I can't blame them. Hell, I would let them. But... everything comes at a cost."

The captain rubbed his eyebrows, apparently still a bit confused.

"I will convince them to join our cause. They know the workings of the mainland. They will provide us with the information we need for total conquest, and in return... they can be a part of the brave new world we will bring Tamriel."

The commander smiled triumphantly as she signaled for the men down at the pens with her right hand. They all nodded and began to activate huge contraptions made out of complex gearworks and chains, pulling open the gigantic steel gates that kept the Beast subjects inside. Snarling, roaring and growling the Beasts began to exit their pens and wander up a ramp, leading to the outside world. Having been trained and programmed not to attack anyone bearing the Imperial seal they exited their underground chambers in dozens and began a long march that would lead them to the mainland.

"May the Gods forgive me for the slaughter that is inevitable, captain", she said. "But this is how new worlds are created." Her gaze turned stern and hollow. "By letting the old world die."

(Dawn has broken.)