Acadian- Thanks! I had no idea what plans Braden had up his sleeve until he started muttering to me on the Red Ring Road. I was shocked! How dare he!
Renee- Braden has dyed his hair a dark color so the Imperial Guard will not recognize him. Jauffre must have seen through the disguise. I play on Xbox 360 so pics are harder, not impossible. In other words- lazy I am. Lol.
Melbourne only has a little humidity each year. A few weeks at most. Sydney and Brisbane have 4-6 months of humidity each year. Yuck! When it does hit all we do is complain. Good thing I do not live north. Ha!
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Tongues of forked lightning impale the darkness of the vast sky.
Two men are buffeted by the harsh wind that sweeps across the broad plateau.
“What in the Oblivion is that?” asked Braden, gesturing at the dark walls in front of him.
“My Lord- that is Oblivion.”
“You cannot be serious.”
“Oh yes, I am, very serious,” replied Savlian Matius, “The minions of foul magic have raised the gate right out the front of the city. It was an impossible battle- many died before we could evacuate the civilians.”
“But, but.....I have to get inside the chapel.”
“I am sorry, my Lord, but you are going nowhere until we remove the threat and save the town.”
“Well, raise an army, or something, and attack the damn place,” Braden fumed.
“We have sent a request to the Elder Council, and are holding position until we hear back.”
Braden removed a silk cloth from his tunic and wiped it across his forehead. “Is there nothing else you can do, Captain?” His eyes showed signs of despair.
Savlian took a deep breath. “I have sent a small attack force into the gate in an attempt to see what we are up against. Some of my best men are inside that place. We have not heard back from them either.”
Braden turned and looked around, folding the cloth over in his hand. “This place is damn hot. Anywhere I could get a drink?”
“No, my Lord. All of our resources are devoted to caring for the sick and infirmed.”
“You have no bar, or anything?”
Savlian paused. “Well, I suppose there is the tavern down the road, my Lord. The Gottshaw Inn.”
Braden exploded. “That place of vile wickedness! By the Nine! The Bosmer there tried to water the beer on me last night. He thinks I didn’t notice. When I become Emperor the first thing I will do is burn that building to the ground!”
Savlian’s eyes blinked slowly. His hand clenched and unclenched on his sword.
Braden moved a step backwards. “Alright Captain, I will leave the situation in your capable hands. You are doing a great job. Ahh, which way is Anvil?”
***
Braden Septim has since burst into Anvil and demanded an audience with Countess Umbranox, wanting to borrow her garrison to march up the hill and attack the gate at Kvatch. He was told to wait until the morning.
Fuming he enters the Fighters Guild looking for the person in charge.
He is told that he must join the Guild first....