Missing in Action(MIA)

[Sovngarde]

days prior.
Chanting echos through Blackreach in a low hum. five small shapes stand around a massive machine. With a creak the machine awakens and releases a loud grinding noise as a change takes place, the armor blackening and the centurion appears to weep as black liquid pours out of its eyes. The four figures point to the Stormcloak expedition as the centurion marches towards the camp followed by 2 figures holding bows.

Same day
Jormier smiles at the nord women sitting next to him, cleary at ease, the occasional Falmer would attack or be seen but nothing to worry about. Jormier stops for a second as a whirring catchs his ears but quickly shakes it off and was about to go to wake Jokull for his shift when he screamed and we heard the draw of steel and the scream was cut short as he dissapered under a black hammer. Yungera leaped forward and cought the machine in its knee with her one handed hammer. But the blow seemed to be deflected and the hammer simply slid off and the thing attacked and killed her with its hammer.

The two smaller shapes fire arrows into the chests of waking guards chattering in a strange language they grab the mage by his legs and pull him away screaming as the last two soldiers flee. Only for one to be slain by the same arrow protruding from the other soldiers.

1 day ago.
Jormier stumbles and falls to the ground outside Windhelm holding a wound in his side as he moves to the gates and collapses looking to the guards he grabs the mans ta bard" Ulfric...Take me to him."

2 days ago.
Ulfric, sits calmly on his throne in the city of Windhelm listening to a report from a bandaged soldier wearing the colors of a Stormcloak. Standing Ulfric moves and sits down at the table and motions for the soldier to sit. "Tell me son, from the start."

The soldier takes a seat and takes a deep breath and nods
Me and Yungera were taking watch outside the camp within Blackreach, when suddenly Jokull cried out and we went running. A large creature had slain Jokull in cold blood. It looked like a Dwarven Centurion...but something was wrong. It had black plating and looked to be oozing a black liquid from its "eye" sockets. Anyways, Yungera rushed forward and struck it in a spot that normally cripples a centurion. But this one kept moving and let a scream out as it crushed Yungera with a single blow from its hammer.

Soon after the rest of us woke up and attacked. Valtyr ran with me as the rest of our brothers were killed except for the mage, Llojter he was dragged away by some creature screaming. We were not thinking right and we ran leaving our brother.

Ulfric nods and looks to the man "Find a team, go back in, destroy this....abomination and retrieve our brother and our brothers and sister corpses. Do I make myself clear." The soldier snaps to attention and walks out.

2 days later.
A man stands in the street "A call to action brothers and sisters! Llojter has been taken! our brothers and sisters slaughtered! by an IMPERIAL scum trickery! Contact Jormier at the barracks for information!"

[james.steelhaven]

"All right, that's it for now." *The gruffy mage stood at the front of the assembled students. He sighed, once again, as he noticed the selection was thin. Not many in this area are interested in applied magicka research these days. The civil war and Alduin's wrath had taken a serious toll on the population. As usual, when a crisis hits, not many are interested in theory anymore.*

"Remember, your reports on the metaphysics of the soul and soul gems is due by Fredas, and the orc in the library has plenty of books on the topic. No excuses." *Faldrus, the adjunct instructor for Enchantment and Chief Historian and Dwemer Expert rapped his staff on the ground as he said that to get his point across.* "Now move along."

[Sovngarde]

Jormier rolls out of bed with a yelp as the memories flash back "Darkness....Pain....Agony" Looking around he stands up and dress's quickly. Sitting on his bed in the StormCloak armor, he stares at the helmet he is holding in his hands. Standing it he places it on his head and grabs his sword and shield and walks to the entrance of the barracks to sit down and wait for those "Reinforcements" he was promised.

[DanielStormblade]

Aragorn walks out of Candlehearth Hall, having just finished a meal and some mead, hearing the call for a volunteers for a rescue party.

"My good man... Slow down... What's this about Imperial Scum Trickery? And where are we going to rescue our brother and avenge our fallen comrades?" He says trying to get a better understanding of the situation, shifting slightly, getting his Greatsword into a more comfortable position on his back.

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