Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20161220050036/@comment-30797453-20170119174951

Four days.

With the onset of blizzards in the Jerall mountain and a general break down in communication due to overstretched troop lines, word had only been received from scouts four days prior of an Aurean force moving towards Bruma which was reported to number 2,000 plus though this was just an estimate and couldn't be took for granted,  even so it was of outmost importance to reinforce the northernmost city in Cyrodil and thus most vulnerable to Aurean attacks, although up until then most fighting had been low level intense skirmishes and raids between far flung Imperial garrisons situated in the mountains and Aurean forces which seemed to strike from nowhere and dissipate back into the fog and blizzards hugging the mountains which took it's toll on the overstretched Imperial forces.

Even then, the situation was a bad one for General Antarion Avithril and his forces in Bruma. He had a  detachment of 500 Imperial fist legionaires from his own legion at his command along with the Bruma city garrison and a Redoran guard force of 300 archers sent from Morrowind in part to Antarions links with the family and his position of Councilman in the Redoran house. He couldn't afford to place too much of his own legions strength in one place in part to it's situation with casualities and the fact the bulk of the legion was either situated in helping reinforce the border forts or garrison the Imperial city while rebuilding it's numbers, the best he could hope to attain was to beat the Aurean forces heading his way straight on and ambush them in the mountains and perhaps lose three quarters of his forces or let them crash on the walls of the city like the waves of the ocean, shattered by the stern might of the walls and it's defenders.