Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-25418438-20170125150225

Damo burst into General Lux's office, the Imperial had taken a modest working place near the dungeons so that he could keep an eye on his prisoners before he deposed of them. The only prisoner currently in the Shornhelm cells of any note was Storn, the mercenary they had betrayed. At the entrance of Damo, the General looked up from his papers "What is it?" he asked in an authoritative tone.

"I've just spoken to Rodwell, Emeric intends to flee the city."

"I know." Tiberius replied bluntly, "I intend to let him."

"What?"

"High Rock was a stupid battle to be drawn into, but events moved to quickly and ambition turned sedition into treason, as a result we have several dead Kings, a royally pissed off bastard heading our way with an army and a city that doesn't really care who sits on the throne anymore."

"I cannot believe i'm hearing this defeatest tone coming from your mouth General."

Tiberius looked at Damo, he has the short sightedness of youth, Marcus has it too he thought. "What do you think will happen when an army led by a Stentor, knocks on our door. Do you really think the people of Shornhelm will defend your family? A family that murdered their King in cold blood and who's heir fights against them."

"We could make them defend us, like they did before."

"Before was different, before we had the threat of rebellion on our side, but after we blew up half the city we lost any hope of the people coming to our aid any time soon. This isn't like the time I bailed you out in the Reach, Stentor won't be looking to give mercy, he wants vengeance, he wants our heads."

Damo dejectedly took a seat, out of the corner of his eye he saw armour that he recognised. Tiberius noticed it as the armour of Silas Secundas, the Blade he had mutilated and murdered. Eager to avoid any conversation about the missing Blade, Tiberius looked to change the subject.

"You haven't said whether you'll be fleeing with Emeric, Damo."

"Why wouldn't I?"

Tiberius sighed "Because exile for a man of youth is a crime in itself and would be detrimental to you."

"You don't want me to follow my adopted family to safety, is it because i'm a Reachman would I not be accepted or something in Cyrodiil." Damo asked sullenly.

Tiberius sighed once again "Enough! Do not be a petulent child. You are a warrior now far greater than many others in the land."

"But I will always be the son of some Reachman savage to you and everyone else won't I."

"Enough!" Tiberius slammed his fist on the table. "I shouldn't be the one to tell you this, Emeric should have a long time ago. You are not the son of some Reachman shaman or something, you are Emeric's blood. He sired you in the Reach with a woman named Tara. Some Forsworn captured her and she died in childbirth having you. My Legion found you after a Dragonguard attack, we interrogated some wounded survivors and discovered your parentage. Emeric fetched you from me and raised you, albeit under the pretense of you being adopted."

Damo clenched his fist. "You mean all my life he has lied to me." The Knight stormed off out of Tiberius' office, leaving the Imperial General frustrated that he had betrayed Emeric's secret.

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Damo stormed into his father's solar and hit Emeric with a vicious right hook, flooring the Breton King. "You bastard, you lied to me my entire life. You made me think I was some savage from the hills."

Emeric realised what Damo was talking about. "I did it for you."

"NO! YOU DID IT FOR YOU!" Damo yelled as he picked up his father by his neck and carried him to the balcony.

"Don't do it son. Please I beg of you."

"AGGGGGHHHH!" Damo screamed as he released Emeric from his grasp.

"Thank you son." Emeric said looking visibly relieved.

"I'm not your son. Not anymore" Damo turned and walked off.

Emeric looked stunned and cried after his son "Damo wait, don't leave, son please don't go!"