Kiryat Island, off the coast of Morrowind
19th of Midyear
Abasi-Kil and Oravos
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General Abasi-Kil approached the Nerevarine with his entourage. On his right was the Kamal commander Hakkeam, a two and half meter tall giant clad in full adamantium armor. On his right was Tang Mo commander Xing, a monkey-like shinobi dressed in enchanted black leather, which muffled his footsteps. Behind the general was two more Tsaesci, one in quicksilver armor while the other in a scarlet robe, respectively, they were the Dragonguard captain and the Imperial battlemage.

When the Abasi's group came into sight of Oravo's, everyone, except for Abasi and Oravo, stopped in their tracks and stared in disbelief. Looking to his subordinates, Abasi noticed their hands' positions, right over whatever weapons they carried. Turning his gaze back to the opposing side, Oravo's companions made similar motions.

"So this is the legendary Oravos," Dragonguard captain Matiyahu-Zvi whispered. "I expected him to be taller."

Abasi ignored the captain's comment, from his experience, size made little differences between elite warriors. The general inch forward, speaking first to break the ice.

"Glad to see you once again, old friend" Abasi-Kil greeted, he extended his right hand to shake Oravos'. "Come to the tents, we have refreshments for you and your companions."

Oravos' guards seemed smaller than the guards of Abasi-Kil, but their heights didn't make them feel any less, they were the finest Dunmer soldier Morrowind has seen, that honor itself empowered them to face anything in Nirn. All of his guard detail came from the elites of the royal army, they were all skilled and unflinchingly loyal only to Oravos, that they would rather die just to save his life.

"Likewise old friend." Oravos replied, he reached Abasi-Kil's right hand with his own, before shaking it firmly. "Ah, before we go, I have something for you."

At that same moment Oravos mentions the word something, one of the Dunmer servants lifted the Ancient Dagoth Brandy bottle he was holding, and knelt with one knee before Abasi-Kil, offering the General to take the bottle.

"I remember telling you about the finest liquor I had in Tamriel... here is it my friend, I hope you'll enjoy it like I did." Oravos says calmly before walking towards the tents along with his companions.

A bottle of Dagoth Brandy, the famed drink of Morrowind Oravos always spoke of. The army had strict regulation regarding the consumption of alcohol while on duty, but the drink would prove handy in erasing frustration during prolonged campaigns. Not to be outdone with gifts, Abasi-Kil order his guardsman forward with a gift of his own, a box of the finest Eastern spice.

"You expressed your preference for those spices," Abasi explained. "Those are the finest from our herbalists."

As the Nerevarine as his entered the largest tent, Abasi poured a cup of rice fine-brew and forwarded the cup to the Nerevarine. "So it begins," the General started, he nodded to Captain Matiyahu-Zvi, who unfolded a map of Nirn across the table. "My ancestors have attempted the very same venture I am about undertake, but this time, my people are no longer alone."

Captain Matiyahu-Zvi slithered to the table, he placed several markers on the map. "As you are well aware, lord Oravos, our invasion would start from the east and the north." the Dragonguard explained. "We have chosen Skyrim as our northern route, specifically, Windhelm and Winterhold. On our eastern front, we seek to land at the harbor of Thorn."

"Yes," Abasi followed. "We would require a port on Solstheim as the staging area for our northern attack*. As for the East, Thorn would be open to your trade parties once a stable occupation can be established."

Before he turned the conversation to Oravos, Abasi made one last request. "Lastly, we seek to open another front, a surprise attack." the general described. "My ancestor, Versidue-Shaie, failed to reach inland through the northern mountains. If two of our most elite battalions can trek through Morrowind, we would be able to execute an expected attack on the heartland of this continent."

The imperial battlemage, Sacharen-Regev was the last to speak among the Tsaesci delegation. "Lord Oravos, aside from the guaranteed safety of Morrowind, both of us have much to gain from our cooperation." she said the Dunmers. "My mages are capable of manipulating weather, some of our techniques could assist in pacifying the dangerous natural phenomenons existing around the Red Mountain. In addition, the imperial engineers stand ready for construction projects, which can greatly expand the infrastructures of Morrowind. Those exchanges would be the pillars to our future trade, both of our people have great number of services and goods to offer."

Eastern Spices, the thing that satisfied Oravos' culinary cravings during his stay on the Eastern continent. If there was anything that he loved about that land except for the battles, it would be the spices. It will prove be very useful to incite Oravos' appetite during the stressful events that is to come.

Upon entering the tent, the first thing Oravos noticed was the large fur rug that was laid upon the floor. He could already imagine the screams of the Khajiits if they were able to see such a thing laid before their eyes. Seeing the map on the table, Oravos examined the piece of paper while Matiyahu-Zvi begins to lay out the plans.

After a few moments of thinking in silence, Oravos breaks his silence, and begins to speak on Morrowind's behalf.

"The Nords have given the land of Solstheim to my people in their time of need, supporting Akavir against the Nords will not only bring dishonor to our kin, but also lose the support of those who I govern." Oravos says in a stern manner before speaking again. "However, if Morrowind is to withdraw from the island... your forces could seize it before the Nords could even reoccupy it. No one will ever know of Morrowind's indirect involvement." Oravos added, while pointing his finger along the mountain ranges on Morrowind's borders.

"Your battalion will be free to pass through Morrowind to reach Cyrodiil through the Valus Mountains. Southern Morrowind was evacuated upon my return years back, rest assured your battalions will suffer to hindrance from our men." says Oravos who suddenly remembers Cheydinhal. "In return for this, I wish to ask from your battalion to spare the town of Cheydinhal, most its citizens are our kinsmen, we would prefer their lives be spared and be turned over to Morrowind. Not only will it garner an honorable reputation for your battalion, it would also improve the Dunmer's opinion towards your people."

After looking at the Valus pass, Oravos turned his eyes on Thorn. "The Argonians are holding a summit in Stormhold as we speak. If you move your forces quickly enough, you might catch the Argonians still distracted by the summit. If you want to wait the summit to end, your army can take refuge in Tear and strike from there." stated by Oravos, who removes his hands on the map, and crosses his arms together.

"Your support will be gladly welcomed in Morrowind. We are currently on the state of improving the entirety of the province, and with the Akaviri's help, I'm sure it will benefit both our factions soon enough." Oravos says before looking at the Dominion's lands. "The Elves of Tamriel share a certain hatred for the Imperials and other races, I'm sure they could benefit Akavir if you try to bring them to your fold."

Abasi-Kil nodded as Oravos made various pointers on the map. Indeed, just as he had proven before, the Nerevarine was no stranger to strategies and tactics.

"Yes, I see we have some common agreements here." Abasi noted. "Perhaps it would be best for your people to briefly vacant Solstheim. When the initial stage of our attack passes, we shall depart the island for your citizens to return."

"Also," Kamal commander Hakkeam interjected, low bass voice booming in the tent. "My men have no need of your cities, a good landing site is all we need."

"We promise safety of Cheydinhal," Abasi-Kil continued, he was a man of honor, but if the situation dictates, the safety of his soldiers will be the priority. "Only if they do not attack us."

"If I may," Tang Mo commander Xing said. The shinobi stood on a small platform, where his short height could be compensated. "I will send warriors of the Zhu and Jin clans, along with a Dragonguard detachment to Argonia. They will act as the forward strike force, directly attacking Stormhold and interrupt its summit. I will personally lead the other clans to Tear, this main assault group will commence attack on Thorn a few days later."

"My Dragonguards are ready," Captain Matiyahu suggested as he drew a line from Kiryat to Stormhold. "If we start moving right now, we should reach the city in less than five days."

"No," Abasi shook his head in refusal, while he can see the benefit in this operation, the risk is simply too great. "Commander Xing and Captain Matiyahu will stop briefly at Tear to trade supplies, before attacking Thorn. You always wished to see our full might in action, my old friend, looks like we finaly have a chance to grant you that wish. Commander Xing will permit a small group of observer aboard his ship when he docks at Tear. if you desire, they could stay on our vessels and watch our attack on Thorn."

Oravos nodded to Abasi upon hearing what they said. He always knew Abasi-Kil was a well calculated man, and to have such companions around him, Akavir can rest easy that its army is in good hands

"I guess briefly leaving the land will work, I'll think of something to draw my people back to the mainland, so they won't interfere with your army." Oravos said, he was already thinking of a plan while he uttered those words.

"I'm glad to hear your promise" He says, but he knew the people of Cheydinhal wasn't his own, by paper. "Just save as many civilians as you can. I know you have your duties to your men, and I wouldn't want you to risk their lives to save some citizens that might not heed even Morrowind as their home."

Upon hearing the mention of Tear, and Abasi-Kil's final orders, Oravos spoke. "I agree, Tear can resupply your men with the necessary supplies they need before the assault. Its better to be well prepared, than risk a defeat."

"I would be honored to be on your vessel at that time.. but I must attend to our capital and settle things for the arrival of your forces. I'll send Ildoryn in my behalf, I'm sure you've met him before in Akavir, he wasn't too sure about the Akaviri's might, perhaps you can change his mind during that event." Oravos uttered as he injects a name that Abasi-Kil rarely heard before.

"I'm sure you'll have plenty of battles for me to watch in the future, maybe, I could even show you the might of the Dunmer ias well, if the situation allows it." Oravos' expression can't be seen, but Abasi-Kil knew that behind the mask, he was smiling.

"Then it is set," Abasi concluded. He escorted Oravos to his ships, where the two shook hands before departing to their separate ways. Within hours, the Akaviri ships were on their way to rendezvous with the main fleet, once that is complete, the assault would begin.