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Region: The Empire of Tamriel
Baan Malur, The Rootspire Council Hall
The Councillors were in the midst of a debate about raising the Siege ration to two Kama Eggs per Family, a surprisingly heated and emotional discussion. Rothyn Morvayn, a particularly portly Dunmer for such a martial position, insisted that they would spoil the civilians with two eggs, rather hypocritically, as he obviously had no wants for foodstuffs. Suddenly, the Legionnaires, Ashlanders, and miscellaneous adventurers burst into the room, inciting a great excitement with the suddenness of their entry.
The Troll called Trollz, affectionately dubbed "Nammu" by the people of Blacklight, attempted to warn of the situation, but his speech was slurred and accented, and the Dunmer were unable to understand. The Wood Elf, Maerwyn, spoke in his stead, telling them of the hundred ships spotted off the coast. The Redoran seemed dumbfounded; only minutes before they had been confident of an ensured victory. The Orc, Ser Mazog, once again insisted on calling the 
The Emperor of Tamriel to their aid. The Redoran, although shocked at the news, were still completely against Imperial aid, and stubbornly refused. Each had their own suggestions on who to call: The Great Houses, the Nords of Skyrim, perhaps even the Aldmeri Dominion? No option seemed particularly viable besides the Great Houses. But the question remained, which one to call?
Llethyn Ramoran and Rilms Sarethi suggested the Indoril. Arys Llethri and Vedam Arobar wanted Dres. Rothyn Morvayn wanted Sadras. Sarendil Arano wanted the Temple, which was in fact very smart, but the temple had been weakened significantly after the Tribunal vanished. Fathas Venim wanted no help at all, confident of the abilities of the Redoran against any number of Kamal and Tsaesci.
Garyn Redoran, the Archmaster as well as the head of House Redoran, listened thoroughly and thought of their remaining options. At that point, a great conflict was heard outside. The sound of trumpets and drums, as well as a great and fearful chant dominated the battlefield. The Kamal Army, having thought victory to be theirs with the Tsaesci reinforcements, were in the midst of a celebration in their camp, and were too disorganized and unaware to properly get into formations. All of a sudden, a great charge of Vvardenfell cavalry swept into the camp, their chitin lances impaling many Kamal before they drew their swords and began the battle.
The Rooftop of Rootspire, viewing the Battle
The Council, having had no news of reinforcements, were obviously immensely curious as to who was coming to their aid. Garyn, the Archmaster, could only smile as he realized who the Great Commander on top of the Hill was, with a great dwarven spear directing the troop movements. The Army was made of a number of contingents from around Morrowind. The Cavalry, bedecked in Red Robes and Bonemold Armor, were obviously the Redoran from Vvardenfell, trained in tough charges through ash storms. There were also the Nerevar-faced Indoril, in their bright golden uniforms, and the Blue-skirted warriors of Dres, though of these there were very few. The Green glass armor could only mean that a force of Buoyant Armigers, now serving the New Temple, had joined the Army. The rest of the great host was made up of Ashlander tribesmen and Champions, as well as many fierce-looking mercenaries.
The Councillors and their Retainers, seeing Garyn's knowing stare, demanded to know who the Army was under. He looked at them confused.
"Isn't it obvious?" He said patronizingly. "It's the King." The Councillors all peered closely, to see the great figure that was their Monarch, and supposedly the sovereign of all Morrowind. Obviously, the Great Houses were afforded much autonomy, but his father was loosely recognized after Helseth Hlaalu's fall as the Redoran King, and the Redoran defense of Morrowind from the Argonians in the Ascension War. After his death, his son, aptly named 'Symmachus' Shofets, after the great Dunmeri General. The Council were rather unfamiliar with him, as he spent most of his time on Vvardenfell in Ald-Ruhn, for a combined distaste of the Councillors as well as the central position of the City to administer the Realm. Thus Symmachus rarely found his way to Blacklight, though he was certainly a welcome sight now.
The Battlefield
The king quickly advanced his forward vanguard, surrounded by his personal house guards, into the heat of the fray. Symmachus had spent the last few weeks gathering every fighting body he could in Vvardenfell, and then set off for the Capital. He had found many groups to be reluctant, but with great oratory, he convinced many groups to join the defense, in total gathering a host of 43,000 troops. The initial Guar Cavalry charge decimated the light defenses of the Kamal camp, and they set about burning the rest of the foe out, setting tents on fire and lighting nix-hounds on fire to bound into the camp, setting it ablaze. When the Kamal Snow demons came out, they were often ill-equipped and unprepared, and were mowed down by the voracious cavalry, and finished off by the closely following infantry. After the initial suprise attack, the remaining Kamal gathered into an unorganized but compact formation, but they were flanked on multiple sides, and were unable to move as they were quickly surrounded by the much greater and better prepared army, and they began encroaching on the desperate force.
Only a small path of escape remained for the Akaviri, directly to the docks. They decided to make a break for it, lightly covering their retreat with a small force. Losing many men in the withdrawal, they finally made their way to their makeshift docks, only for a brutal discovery. Their ships had been burnt, and the Tsaesci fleet was still a long way out of port. They had only two choices; go out and swim, or hold a last stand. It was nearly 50/50, with many Kamali jumping into the rocky water below, some falling on the cliffs and dying instantly, or others making it to the sea but getting washed away by the brutal tide. Those who made a last stand fought viciously, not valiantly, and were culled by the combined-Morrowind Army.
After the victory, the King led his troops into Baan Malur triumphantly, and the Citizens, soldiers, and councillors cheered his name.
"Symmachus! Symmachus! Symmachus!" Then, the city prayed. Not only giving thanks for the victory over the Kamal Akaviri, but asking for hope in the upcoming battle with the Tsaesci.
