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The Ulyssean Armies had invaded the Sunhold Valley of Alinor that morning. It was a rather short battle, due to the surprise attack, and both sides lost very few soldiers before the Altmer surrendered.

Due to the tall mountains that surrounded the valley, no word was able to leak back to Alinor… Meaning that this was going to be rather simple.

The Maormeri Fleet would bomb the Capital City from the Bay, to keep the Altmer’s attention to the West, while the combined infantry of the Maormer and Bretons attacked from the West, over the mountains.

It began when the storm clouds moved in from the east, obscuring the view of the guardsmen on watch.

The only thing they heard was the first attack.

Sea Serpents destroyed the ships of the Altmeri that were inside the bay, brutally devouring any and all occupants.

Alarm bells began to sound in the city, but it was too late. Magical fire began to shoot out from the darkness, slamming into buildings and citizens.

The Guards of the city quickly began to fire back, but it was too hard to see…

Even for the Maormer.

It was simply a guessing game, now.

A ball of fire from a Maormeri ship slammed into an apothecary shop on the docks, which exploded into a large ball of fire, due to all of the volatile-and probably illegal-substances being held there. One of the Altmeri Ballistae was incinerated in the blaze, and it gave nearly all of the soldiers pause.

Then, however, they continued with their destructive attacks.

The vast majority of the guards had surged towards the docks, expecting the attack to come from Maormer, who were beginning to land on beaches nearby.

However, this left the Eastern Gates undefended.

The Ulyssean Infantry, who were streaming out of the mountain pass, promptly entered through this gate, and began to head for the gates, so far unnoticed by the guards.

However, one of the few Altmer Guards who saw them ran towards a watch tower and began to ring the bells again, before a crossbow bolt was embedded in the Elf’s neck.

A few of the guards began to ran back, to engage the Bretons, but they were caught between three deadly armies: The Ulyssean Infantry, from the east; The Maormeri Soldiers, from the North; and the Fleet of Ships that continued to rain hell upon the city.

Needless to say, it was a slaughter.

There were, of course, Altmer soldiers that continued to keep fighting the Maormer and Breton forces, but the majority of them had dropped their weapons.

That small number of soldiers were paraded before Ulysses, who stood before the palace smiling coldly, after they were captured. “Greetings, soldiers.”

A soldier yelled, from the center of the crowd, “Fuck you!” He was promptly dragged away from Breton soldiers in heavy gear off to who-knows-where.

“Brave men and women, aren’t you?” Ulysses said, still smiling, with a manic glint in his eye. “Well, for your bravery, you shall be rewarded.”

The Altmer glanced at each other, nervously. What sort of gifts would this man give them?

“Come now! I thought you were brave, and yet none of you are courageous enough to come up on these steps and receive a gift!” Ulysses laughed.

One Altmer man stepped up, his black hair glistening with sweet. Just like all the other soldiers who hadn’t surrendered, his weapons had been confiscated when it was just him left in his group.

“What is your name, boy?” Ulysses asked.

“Valerius. Valerius Jadarion.”

“Jadarion?” Ulysses laughed. “An interesting name, boy. Tell me, do you have brothers? Sisters?”

“Yes, sir.” Valerius said, meeting Ulysses’ gaze with unflinching determination.

“Where are you from, Valerius?” Ulysses asked, and the Altmer guards shifted, nervously, as if wondering why their Conqueror was asking Valerius these questions.

“Thorheim Guard, sir.”

“Well, I’ll make sure to send your family your regards. I have soldiers who are offering Thorheim Guard and Dusk a chance to join my Empire, or perish.”

The boy’s golden eyes flashed with alarm. The men and women of his hometown were stubborn and foolish. If they didn’t except the offer, they would be-

“They will be slaughtered, yes.” Ulysses said, as if he had been reading the boy’s mind. “I do hope your family makes it out. If your sisters are as good looking as you are, I hope to meet them some day!” He laughed, and his soldiers laughed with him.

Valerius chose that now would be the best moment to remain silent, even though he was practically shaking with rage.

“Turn, and face your brave comrades.” Ulysses said, and the Altmer did as he was told, staring down at his kinsmen. “Watch them as you accept your gift.”

Valerius heard the familiar sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath, but he did not give the Breton King the pleasure of seeing him beg for his life. Instead, his eyes focused on a particular woman in a building nearby, and his lips began to form the words he would never speak again. ‘I… Love… Y-’

With the sound of screams as its background, the handsome head fell to the ground. After a moment, the body crumpled to the ground, spraying blood on the delicate, shining flagstones.

“Kill them all.” Ulysses ordered, without a hint of remorse, and the guards surrounding the crowd quickly moved in, ending the lives that should have gone on for much longer.

Ulysses looked to the window of the building that Valerius has been looking to, and narrowed his eyes. He saw the beautiful woman, whose face was pale and gray. She didn’t cry. She just stared back at him.

The Lion of Jehanna could see the similarities between the woman and Valerius. They were obviously siblings.

And she would be the perfect vessel.

Three Weeks Later…

“My lord! We’ve found it!” The Mage called down the underground hall.

Ulysses walked down, and stared at the box the searcher gestured to. “Finally… I’ve found it…”

The mage looked slightly annoyed that he wasn’t included in this, given the fact that he had actually found it. “My lord-”

He was cut off by Ulysses decapitating him. That man had been the only one Ulysses had told of his search. No one could know of his new weapon…

He wouldn’t need the item for this fight, of course. Nearly all of the Summerset Isles had been subjugated. After each village had heard of the Fall of Alinor, they had surrendered, so as to not lose the men they had.

The only hold-outs were Cloudrest, Lillandril, and, strangely enough, Thorheim Guard. Shimmerene had attempted to resist, but had fallen rather quickly. The other three, however…. Lengthy battles were being fought there, but Ulysses was confident that those would be over quickly enough. He had sent his best generals.

This ring, though, would be needed for his other campaigns.

He pulled the gleaming ring out of the box and examined it, for a moment, before slipping it onto his finger. Red magic seemed to flow from the Lion Ring on his other finger to the new ring. The blue and gold gems on the ring soon turned green and silver, as it was slowly corrupted.

Ulysses held the ring up and it began to glow with a dark energy, and he laughed. The Lion of Jehanna had a new weapon in his arsenal.

The Warlock’s Ring of Syrabane was his…

And he would use it well.