Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-25418438-20150714140010

Emeric once again sat at his desk in High King Gaban's old solar. This time however he was not alone. General Tiberius Lux, formerly of the Imperial Legion looked at the window with a glass of wine in his hand and dried blood still on his armor, likely from the blade he had been torturing for the past few days.

"So General, did you gain the information you required from the Blade?" Emeric inquired.

"Not quite. He was apart of the Penitus Occulatus that served Augurius, they were known for being tough to crack with torture, but everyone cracks eventually"

"I'm sure you know what you're doing."

The General nodded as he took a sip of his wine, since the war Tiberius had rarely been sober, however he liked to keep a clear head whilst inflicting torture. His hands started to tremble and he took another sip to calm him. "Look at me" he said "Look how far I've fallen Emeric. I used to command the 1st legion, and now I can't even go a few hours without a drink. No wonder I was relieved of my command and pensioned off to bloody High Rock as an advisor."

"Whats wrong with High Rock?"

"Nothing. But its not Cyrodiil by any means."

"My wife often complains about the same thing, when she does I tell her that Cyrodiil is always at some kind of war with some kind of creature, whether it be men, mer or even daedra, Cyrodiil can't go a decade without its rivers running red with blood, and now High Rock is to be the same. Soon I fear you won't be homesick much longer, soon you'll forget you ever left the Capital"