The Old Fort
"Sir, a messenger is here." one of the guards told Ab'Farahn as he opened the door to the operation planning room. Ab'Farahn, who was again standing over the map, turned to the guard. "What is it? From who?" Ab'Farahn asked.
"The Empire" the guard replied
"Hmm... What's it about?"
"Guard doesn't know sir, the messenger is at the gate"
"Ah. Follow me..."
Ab'farahn walked on the wall above the gate and turned to look over at the messenger. "What is it?" He asked.
"A message from the Empire, a copy of an invitation to the Argonian summit! The Argonians didn't want the Khajiit to come!" He replied.
"Pass it through the gate!"
"Why? You don't trust the Empire?"
"No... Ab'farahn can't trust YOU... Just to stay on the safe side... Ab'farahn has nothing against you or the Empire personally. Pass it through."
"Whatever you say." The messenger replied as he passed the message through the gate.
One of the guards brought the up to Ab'farahn. "Farewell." Ab'farahn said to the messenger.
"And to you." He replied.
Ab'farahn opened the message. It read:
To the lords and ladies of the Empire
As you are reading this note: no doubt it would seem that each of you is now aware of my returned Shadowscales. The formerly repressed order has been reinstated and the Argonian power of Black Marsh is on the rise. As with all great nations, we strive for the greatest we can achieve: and no great nation can achieve alone. Without trade and without cooperation, there can be no great advancement.
As such, Rules-With-Claws, the lord of Argonia,and unifier of the denizens of Black Marsh, invites you to the city of Stormhold on the 22nd of Midyear, under the parlay of peace and negotiation. Argonia remains a nuetral land and we wish to hear all offers. The agenda of both Men and Mer can allign with the free people of Black Marsh. May strong alliances be formed on the back of this summit.
Signed, Rules-With-Claws
Lord of the Black Marsh and master of Argonia.
"Hmm..." Ab'farahn grinned and giggled quietly "Didn't want the Khajiit to come... Who do they think they are... And to think Elsweyr and Blackmarsh used to be friends..."
Ab'farahn walked back to operations planning room. "Ab'farahn hopes Ta'fel can get to that town soon."
Far west of Corinthe, in the village of Calarin
Although Ta'fel and his men had encountered several groups of bandits and Southern patrols, they climbed the obstacles and were victorious, although they had lost a few men. The reason it was such an achievment to be victorious is because Ta'fel only had 8, now 6, men with him, and there was at least a dozen of bandits and Southern forces at each encounter. They had finnally arrived at Calarin... Ta'fel was trying to persuade them to join the northern forces...
"No, we want know part in the war!" One of the villagers, a male, shouted.
"Please, listen to me our concern is your safety and the safety of Elsweyr, but to keep Elsweyr stable and happy, we need to eliminate the Southern rebellion and to do that we need to occupy and fortify Calarin!" Ta'fel pleaded.
"If we stay out of the war then no harm will come to us!" Another villager, a female, shouted.
"That is not true! The southern forces will come, and they will burn your villages down!" Ta'fel lied, spreading propaganda "And harm will come to the rest of Elsweyr! Have you seen what the Southern forces did to the town of Takar?! They burnt it to the ground!"
"We don't believe you!" The male shouted.
"It's true..." Said a quiet voice from the corner "The southern forces will come and they will destroy us! It is true! They destroyed Takar and killed everyone there! And Takar had nothing to do with the Northerners."
"Who are you?! A loyal pisspot to the Northerners?!" The female asked.
"No... J'Dato is my name. J'Dato's father was Ri'Dato... The man in charge of Takar. The Mayor, or count, J'Dato supposes, if you want to call him that. They burnt Takar down and killed everyone except for J'Dato. J'Dato escaped. Atleast, J'Dato believes he is the only survivor..."
"How do we know you are telling the truth?" Asked the male.
"Because of this..." J'Dato pulled out the crest of Dato Takar. An ancient crest, from the ancient bloodline that kept Takar running for at least the last Era. It was always locked in a secret vault that only the Datos knew of. It was charred and burnt. "This is proof of who J'Dato is, and what happened to Takar. J'Dato says that we side with the Northerners before the Southerners do the same to us! Who is with me!"
The small crowd roared, and everyone got to work fortifying the village and making it's wall even stronger.
"J'Dato..." Called Ta'fel "Come with Ta'fel please."
"Alright"
They moved outside of the village.
"Was it the Southern forces that actually did that?" Ta'fel asked.
"Yes... I'm sure!.." Replied J'Dato.
"Ta'fel is sorry... But Ta'fel thanks you for your aid, and so will Ab'Farahn, and Ta'fel is sure the next Mane will too... For now, can Ta'fel trust you to look after this village?"
"J'Dato doesn't have to... But J'Dato will..."
"Thank you J'Dato... Men! Stay here! Protect the village! I shall head back to the fort and give Ab'Farahn the good news!"
Ta'fel rode of towards the fort.
J'Dato sighed and thought to himself, One day, this will all be over, and maybe Elsweyr will be at peace again. J'Dato couldn't stop thinking about how no one told him what stars he was born under. Maybe they told him his destiny... He believed strongly that there was hardly a chance he could be the Mane, and he didn't want to be the Mane anyway, but he knew that something to do with the stars he was born under was suspicous. Maybe, he was born under a curse, maybe it told his destiny, or maybe it told a secret that he needed to uncover. Anyway, it wasn't important right now. J'Dato turned around, and looked at the villagers working to strengthen themselves for the greater good. Smiths making weapons, builders fortifying the defences and farmers gathering food for all. He thought for a minute how beutiful it was, but it just brought back painful memories of Takar... He moved into the village and helped out in anyway he could.