Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20160726121851/@comment-26446054-20160729012043

Under faint candlelight barely illuminating moss-covered stone, the abandoned Fort Urasek was populated no longer by creatures or any sort of bandits, but rather by a meeting between three Imperial generals and a group of assassins.

Some sat, like Teneberus, or stood. Regardless, they all came to listen to the following words;

"You have all trained, in some way or other, and were talented enough in your field to be taken up by the Shadows. We have cleared as many records of you from Cyrodiil as possible, and provided hiding while you prepared alongside other Shadows. On behalf of the Empire, I congratulate you.

However, each day is another step for the Altmers to grow in their power to attempt an attack on Imperial land. They are growing hungry. They are very much overconfident, thinking we are weak. This is why you have been brought here, and why your skills were developed.

The Empire needs your power to seep creeping death into the Thalmor and render them useless. Such a task is not easy, maybe it even sounds impossible to some. That does not matter. All that matters now is for you to succeed in your mission.

Do not fail the Emperor, or his people. Too much progress was made for you to not achieve.

It is up to you to decide who will lead you, if any. However, it is Tenebrus who holds all the information you will require about the Thalmor and your ultimate objectives. Do not worry of treachery, only a fool would cross elite assassins such as yourselves.

May the gods speed your journey, Shadows. Go forth and break the Dominion's resolve."

With that speech done, the commanders nodded politely and left, their boots clicking on the floor in a rhythm.

Tenebrus promptly raised himself and looked at his companions.

"I suggest we get going and commence pleasantries," he spoke softly, smiling slightly.