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milliways_bar2015-07-17 05:46 pm
moonandstar) wrote in milliways_bar2015-07-17 05:46 pm
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AU Week: The Assassin-King of Morrowind
Nerevar Redoran enters in triumph and in silence. His fine armor is marked by filth and blood, fresh from a battle newly won: the last battle of the war.
King Helseth had seen through his plan, and started the House war that Nerevar had hoped to avert in favor of ritual assassination. With the Imperial Legion and House Hlaalu behind him, Helseth had good reason to believe that he would win. He was clever. He deserved that much acknowledgement, at least.
But now Helseth hangs and rots outside his balcony in Mournhold. His army is destroyed, and the great Imperial force that was sent to relieve him has been ambushed and routed before it ever reached Septim's Gate. Proof that one should never underestimate the cleverness of an assassin.
The battle had been bloody, one-sided, and short. A few thousand more people had to die than Nerevar would have liked, but the cost was more than acceptable. The surrender terms of the few Imperials who remained were addressed to "the King of the Dunmer."
He removes his helmet and walks to the Bar.
"One jug of your finest mazte. And forty kegs to haul back when I leave. The men deserve it."
The King of the Dunmer. He likes how that sounds.
[[OOC: Garyn enters from a future AU, with two points of divergence - one future, one past. Suffice it to say that this Garyn is ruthless and wields vast political power. AU or non-AU characters are welcome to react as they wish.]]
King Helseth had seen through his plan, and started the House war that Nerevar had hoped to avert in favor of ritual assassination. With the Imperial Legion and House Hlaalu behind him, Helseth had good reason to believe that he would win. He was clever. He deserved that much acknowledgement, at least.
But now Helseth hangs and rots outside his balcony in Mournhold. His army is destroyed, and the great Imperial force that was sent to relieve him has been ambushed and routed before it ever reached Septim's Gate. Proof that one should never underestimate the cleverness of an assassin.
The battle had been bloody, one-sided, and short. A few thousand more people had to die than Nerevar would have liked, but the cost was more than acceptable. The surrender terms of the few Imperials who remained were addressed to "the King of the Dunmer."
He removes his helmet and walks to the Bar.
"One jug of your finest mazte. And forty kegs to haul back when I leave. The men deserve it."
The King of the Dunmer. He likes how that sounds.
[[OOC: Garyn enters from a future AU, with two points of divergence - one future, one past. Suffice it to say that this Garyn is ruthless and wields vast political power. AU or non-AU characters are welcome to react as they wish.]]