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Region: The Empire of Tamriel

New Horizons 26th-28th Morning Star, 4E 203

After fierce fighting the Battle of Baan Malur was finally over. King Symacchus of Great redoran had led a massive cavalry charge while the Tsaesci and Tang Mo were in the midst of fighting eachother. The defenders poured out upon the Akaviri camp in its mass confusion and in-fighting to great effect. Sir Mazog, Plutarch, and Jaquavis all fought valiantly in the ensuing infantry push. The few hundred Ashlanders led by Soregh and his father-in-law the Ashland Chieftain supported them heavier infantry by countering the lighter Tang Mo still sympathetic to the Tsaesci. Despite the initial slaughter the Tsaesci began to regain a grip on the situation. Some of the Tang Mo still sided with their overlords from their native Akavir, but some rebelled joining Yingdo and the other Tang Mo that agreed to switch sides.

Just as the Tsaesci were regaining their grip of their camp and being able to repulse the defenders, the Breton army of Ardoland arrived on the field. The Tsaesci seeing this though did not falter but fought more fiercely, as they saw their chances of escaping fading. They dug in hard against the new Breton reinforcements and managed to even hold for a time. Dawn began to break and the valiant Redoran King Symacchus rallied the armies in the center and began to break through the Akaviri lines. Inspired at their king's bravery the Redoran troops broke the enemies' center. The troops inside the city seeing their king from a far poured out, even some of the lightly walking wounded ran out to help their king seeing this decisive moment to destroy their enemy. Medea and Cassandra along with Dunmer and Breton mages began wholesale setting fire to the Tsaesci camp.

Disheartened and genuinely in fear of their flanks now being encircled and annihilated by the Redoran King, the Tsaesci began withdrawing as well as the few Tang Mo that still served their masters. Exhausted but victorious the Redoran King gave no pursuit and allowed the Akavir to flee back to their ships. They hastily departed, but with still 6,000 some Tsaesci and 1,000 some Tang Mo taking half their ships with them and leaving the rest unharmed in their haste to escape. Great redoran scouts in the days after report seeing the Akavir make their way for Skyrim, particularly the areas near Northern skyrim, though where they'll end up is anyone's guess.

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The next day as all of Baan Malur was celebrating riotously, Maerwyn wakes up in the middle of the day. Jubilation rings through the streets as the public and the armies rejoice that they weathered the storm of Akavir's assault for now. Medea notices Maerwyn sit up eyes open and runs over and kisses him. She begins to tell him of what has happened the day before.

"So everyone is safe? The Akavir are gone?" Maerwyn asks a lil hoarsely as his throat is still healing from being strangled.

"Yes.....well...." Medea suddenly remembers Trollz had disappeared and she looks away.

"Who?" Maerwyn extends his hand to her chin and pulls her gaze up to his.

"Trollz...he...well...I don't know what happened to him to be honest..." Medea sighs and states to Maerwyn whom suddenly jumps out of the bed. Medea throws her arms around him and entreats him to lay back down. "Wait Maerwyn, you still need rest!"

"No... get off me, he can't be dead!" Maerwyn moves her away and heads for the door.

"Oh Maerwyn come back!" Medea goes running after him through the building and out the door. "Come on Maerwyn, he's just an animal!"

As soon as Medea says these words Maerwyn turns around abruptly to her and looks at her seriously. Medea's face falls down and she blushes.

"You don't mean that Medea. We have to find him." Maerwyn says.

"I love him too Maerwyn but you can't keep treating him like a person... We have to live our lives too just like Trollz has to live his. I mean really Maewyn, is it right to keep a troll as a pet even if he is alive?" Medea's recomposes herself resolved.

"I can't believe what I am hearing from you Ugh, you Nords just don't understand the animals like us Bosmer do. Trollz is more than a simple beast....He is my friend, and he has saved us before I'd remind you. Have a heart Medea..... Come I won't rest until I at least know if he is alive or....well come on!" Maerwyn barks and storms through the city desperately looking for Trollz.

Medea follows after him and they run into Sir Jaquavis on his way to meet with the other Legionaires and the Ashlanders and notable people of Great redoran and Ardoland. Sir Jaquavis remarks that he has not seen Trollz either, nor did he see him out in the battle. The couple continues right outside the city gates. The dead are being buried and what scant remains of the Tsaesci camp is being picked over and looted.

Maerwyn asks around about a troll and learns from some of the Dunmer soldiers of Trollz being captured by the Tsaesci. Letting out a loud groan, Maerwyn begins to weep thinks Trollz must be dead or captured and taken with them. Medea kisses Maerwyn and gently guides him back inside Baan Malur. Looking grim with his eyes to the ground suddenly Maerwyn hears a loud trollshriek of excitement.

Trollz is standing next to Cassandra. Cassandra had found Trollz unconscious in the early morning after the battle. Though she is not very skilled in magic outside of Mysticism, she cast minor heal on Troll all through the day nursing him back to health. Trollz happily pounds his chest and then comes bounding up to Maerwyn glad to see him recovering from his wounds and coma and taking him in a big trollhug licks his face.

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Sir Jaquavis enters the building of the Redoran where a shotgun council is being held. He takes his place standing at Sir Mazog's right hand while Sir Plutarch stands to the left. Near them are the Ashland Chief, Soregh and some other Ashlanders in a delegation. A delegation from Ardoland is also present as well as Yingdo the Tang Mo defector and a handful of his comrades. King Symacchus of Great redoran and his nobles immediately issue a formal edict allowing the Breton army to temporarily stay in the city. The Redoran King graciously offer Yingdo and the Tang Mo defectors, about 2,000 in number, a bit of land in Morrowind to settle. This immediately draws protest from the Ashland chief.

"You would let the N'Wah occupy our lands just after we have fought so hard to get rid of them and lose so many brave men?" The raspy voiced Dunmer chieftain spits bitterly.

"If it were not for them then greater of the Akavir, the Tsaesci would still be outside the city even as we speak." Replied the Redoran nobles in unison.

"So you put the Great N'Wah's little N'Wah friends in the lands of your brothers in the Ashlands?" The Ashlander Chieftain presses.

"What would you do with them? Kill them? That be dishonorable after the service they rendered us, far from their native homes, enslaved to those snake demons. They took a great risk. It was not long ago that the Dunmer were being massively enslaved right here in Morrowind by the Argonians as you well know." King Symacchus stands up looking at the Ashland Chieftain in the face, and his point silences the chieftain whose own daughter Felicity indeed had been a slave herself.

"We understand distrust of darkskin elf. We appreciate noble darkskin elfking's understanding. This land is not suitable for Tang Mo. We have heard of Valenwood. This Valenwood is more suitable for Tang Mo." Yingdo speaks up standing between the two Dunmer glaring at each other.

"We cannot promise their land to you, but we can promise you safe passage and supplies, go in peace." King Symacchus tactfully allows Yingdo and the Tang Mo to take some of the ships left by the Tsaesci and sail for Valenwood. The Tang Mo eagerly leave to depart with their people.

"Did we stop one Akaviri Invasion just to ensure another?" The Ashland Chieftain says in a tone of disgust and he and the Ashlanders likewise depart.

"The Ashlander has a point. Those Akaviri should have been turned over to the The Emperor of Tamriel. This is a grave matter for the Empire." Sir Mazog speaks up.

"Where was the Empire besides you three? You fought well, but the invasion of Morrowind by the Akavir, Argonians, and even the Empire too must be avoided. I as King of Great redoran have kept the Dunmer free from all three. We thank you for your valiant service in the field and that of your companions, but we will not accept the Empires Legions to occupy Morrowind." King Symacchus says sagely.

"Yes you are wise..... for now. But we will still don't know why the Akavir have suddenly begun to invade Tamriel. Or if indeed this is only the beginning of the invasion. The Empire does not seek dominance, please you must see that Tamriel more than ever must unite." Sir Mazog impassioned idealism makes his case, but it is to no avail at the complexities of Morrowind's politics and so the three Legionaires take their leave of the tribunal contented to be promised free supplies and one of the Akavir ships and safe passage.

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Next morning all the ragtag friends left Baan Malur and met with the Ashlanders on the coast to take one of the ships of the Akavir. They have decided that they will set sail for Skyrim. Cassandra the mystic notes how all their fates come to a head in the frozen land of the Nords and insists that she will join the Fellowship. Sirs Mazog, Jaquavis, and Plutarch note their duty to at least inform the Imperial Legion of the recent events and what has transpired with the Tsaesci and Yingdo's Akaviri armies.

"I am going to go with you too." The raspy voiced Ashlander Cheiftain steps forwards to the surprise of the party and his own people.

"But you can't go, who will lead our clan?" Soregh implores his father-in-law shocked at his announcement.

"I am in the Wood Elf's debt, he brought my daughter Felicity back to me from the slavery of the Argonians and has now fought with the Dunmer to free Morrowind. Felicity is wedded and with your child Soregh. You have proved yourself an able warrior in this battle. I, Asher, pronounce you Chieftain of our noble Urshilaiku clan. Return home, love my daughter Felicity, and raise your son well and make many more. Protect the Ashlands and our people's way of life with your life." The Ashland Chieftain, Asher, removes a magic amulet of his clan and puts it around Soregh's astonished neck.

Bowing to his son-in-law first, the other Ashlanders bow as well and acclaim Soregh their new chieftain. The group of friends that had knew eachother from the first Saga are astonished at the revelation that Felicity has been pregnant and give their best regards to Soregh. After loading up one of the smaller Akaviri ships left near the shore they disembark.

"What do you think my love....We're going to Skyrim." Maerwyn says trepidly to Medea inside resting in the cabin, still somewhat ginger from the past month of battle.

"It's been so long since I have been home..... Do you think it's really a good idea?" Medea says anxiously dreading going back to her homeland.

"Probably not, it was probably better we stayed in Solstheim this whole time and enjoy the nice quiet life. But I don't know, I was thinking maybe we can find a way to cure Trollz from terrible Hircine's lycanthropic curse there." Maerwyn says.

"You mean you're not scared?" Medea asks puzzled but somewhat impressed with Maerwyn.

"Scared? No, I figure the Akavir are less in number, I don't see how they can invade Skyrim with the numbers they have now." Maerwyn replies.

"I don't mean scared of the Akavir…… I mean...…. my dad," Medea looks at Maerwyn and his face turns very serious.

"Ah I forgot!" Maerwyn shudders a bit as he looks out the window at the horizon where in the unseen distance the future looms in Skyrim.

The Emperor of Tamriel, The great empire of cyrodiil, and Great redoran

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