Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24280666-20150204012919/@comment-25418438-20150208085039

A troop of Imperial soldiers rode to the edge of the imperial city atop horses. Their leader a visibly tall but at the same time composed Legate, took one look at his once great city with and sighed with dissapointment.

"Listen up Men... the imperial city.... the jewell of the empire lies in ruins before us... these ruins were once our homes... and now our homes have been plagued by an altmer mage obsessed with wiping us off the face of Nirn. Now this mission will be covert and no one will fire a single musket ball without my say so... one persons stupidity could result in the deaths of everyone here... and Legate Silas Octavius's legionaires do not die"

The soldiers rode into the city as quietly as their horses would allow.