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[Illadar]

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Cove. The city that had been claimed for the Order of the Ebon Skull. A city so desolate that some would only call it a place where gypsies never left. Today, all that will change. Today, cove will become something so dark and sinister, only those who are of the Darkness will understand.

Illadar walked towards the Cove gates, he had just returned from a walk in the cemetary. Just as he was passing in the gate, two teenaged women stopped him in hopes of having a conversation.

Greetings, Lord Viceroy Gilthazul!
The two teenaged women spoke at the same time. An evil grin crossed Illadar's face as he gave them both a hard shove passed the gates and into the city. Both girls gave a small, but loud scream which brought attention to the gates.

Good. You two drew the crowds attention for me.
Illadar spoke as he turned to face the gates. He closed both doors and grabbed a chain from his backpack. He quickly intertwined the chain through the fence like doors that looked almost impossible to repeat or undo. After the chain was in place, he withdrew a padlock from his pack that he clamped onto the chain. When satisfied, he turned around to face the now shocked crowd.

Illadar inclined his chin, and began to speak.
Citizens of Cove, From this day forward, there will be no one allowed to enter or leave this city by foot or boat. If you are caught outside the city, you will be killed. You will work 14 hours a day, consistantly, with no breaks. If you do not work, you will be killed. Men are to chop wood, mine ore, craft wooden weapons, and blacksmith armor and weapons, while the women are to cook, craft leather armor, and breed. All children will be taken and placed into slavery for the Order, where they will grow up knowing Oblivion and where they will be trained to go into specific fields of duties.

After completing his speech, people started to panic, shout, and object to what was said. One man, quite big in his build, rushed towards Illadar with a blacksmith's hammer. Illadar ducked under the mans arm, kicked the back of his knee to make him fall to his knee's, and then snapped his neck. Turning back to the crowd, everyone was silenced.

Anyone else? If I forgot to mention, if you resist....you will be killed.

Illadar looked down to his side at the corpse as he uttered a necromantic spell to animate the corpse. Bones popped and cracked as the corpse transformed into that of a skeleton knight. Illadar looked to the newly created skeleton knight and spoke.

Guard the gate. Kill any that try to enter or exit the city that are not of the Order.

The skeleton knight gave it's ok with a screeching sound. Illadar then turned to the docks and approached them, people in the crowd moving out of his way while watching him.

And for those of you who can sail, if you even think about trying it... in the middle of his sentence, 3 large dragon boats pulled into the docks filled with orcs.
...These orcs, from the other side of the mountain, will make sure to feed your corpse to the fish. Now get to work.

When Illadar finished, everyone hustled about and the sounds of mining, blacksmithing, and lumberjacking filled the air. With a grin, Illadar looked on in awe at the sight of so many people under his control. He quickly returned to the remote building northwest of the city where he sat down and wrote letters to Lord Bailos and Lord Tyranthraxus to make his report on the city. He would also have to prepare the city for what he had in store next. He had to prepare armor and weapons for a battle. Many troops would be gathered soon. Grinning, he sent off the letters and spoke a small line before retiring for sleep.

Long rule the Skull
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- Illadar

[Evoroth]

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"Daelomin, Daelomin c'mere"
"Yes, M'Lord"
"Have the two ships with todays order of lumber come from Cove yet today?"
"No sir, tis a long trip indeed, all the way around the cont'nent and all."
"I am aware of how far tis, but in four years they never been a hours late."
The harbormaster of Skara Brae, Robert Seaseer, stood rather confused about what coulda delayed the lumber ship. Over fifty well crafted oak bows and thousands of arrows were processed daily at the elven mills in southern Skara. Not the brightest of people, but also too experienced to know when things are out place. he stood for a moment, debating any possibilities, of all days the shipment could be delayed it had been when they were especially stockpiling for the expedition to find the elven homeland. Not that he cared much for elves, but he was a 4th generation inhabitant of Skara and had as much history there as man elves did.
"Daelomin, go tell the supplies minister that the lumber wonta be here on times today, dont want them thinkings we misplaced it."
"Yes M'Lord." The young boy replied, turning quickly to make record time with his task to impress his superior.
Within short moments the boy had found the supplies auditer and made the report.
"The harbormaster Robert Seaseer commanded me to report to you sir, the ships from cove are running a bit late today, he said he wanted to let ya know, so youd be prepared in case we ran low on wood today."
"Tell yer boss not worry me boy, we got our own teams cutting lumber as well, we are stocking up faster then normal, they been prompt for years, a day late isnt gonna hurt the trade there."
"Yes, M'lord ill inform him at once."

"Wait" A voice echoed from around a corner of the mage shop, sight wasnt needed to tell them it was Evoroth the Elf coming around. Probably out for a walk since most of his time was spent right inside the mage shop practicing the alchemaic arts with other scholars of the trade, enhacning potions to make the rangers of skara more adept and have longer stamina for the upcoming expeditions.
"What was the reports i over heard young friend."
"No need to startle the boy dear Evo, Daelomin, you may go back to the docks, I know how Sir Robert keeps a tight leash on yas. Walk with me my dear friend Evoroth tell me whats been coming over you of late."
"C'mon Rigus, you all of elves know how important the discovery of this homeland is. Whether the message about OES finding it and attempting to occupy it is true or just propaganda, the mere fact they new of its name worries me that they know to much."
"yes indeed it does, you know i used to be much more fond of you when ya dedicated your life to the sword before yer engagements with this Magiks."
"Ha, and why was that old friend."
"Cause ye was young, dumb, and didnt ask questions, ye followed ole vaen around and let him do yer thinking for ya, now, well yer too smart for me."
"Well all in the same i havent been fond of you much of late either."
"Aye?"
"Cause living 'mongst these humans youve developed there poor speach habits."
Both chuckled a fast second, a very fast second, elves didnt let there sense of humor emerge much and when it did it was short lived.
"So Rigus, what of the boys report?"
"Nothing more then a delay on our wood supplies from cove."
"Odd isnt it."
"Dont tell me suddenly you been monitoring our harbor shipments!"
Evo stared at him without smiling in the least.
"My dear evoroth you are taking this far to seriously, my lord, Minax should return again before the Skullies ever mount a force large enough to pose a threat."
"You hope!"
"I know evo, i know."
"Nevertheless, i spent many a night in the town of Cove when i was an apprentice hunter years ago, they are a simple people and small orc raids or a flock of harpies flying through was the extent of the action there. Wasn't til the massive orc invasion that the guards ever drew there swords I believe."
"And the orcs are at bay, OES is concerned with the politics of sanctus, and you my friend are setting out on your quest for a land that was only rumored to even exist. In 783 years on this facet i never saw any refuge for our kind."
"Well, suppose the orcs did invade or something bad happened, im still inclined to find out if they are ok, I must attend my studies and mediations the rest of the day, but please let me know if that ship arrives by nightfall, for i will prepare to travel to cove."
"Travel?? have you not your powerful abilites to fly there, or turn into a fish and swim, or just poof on over there."
"Please dont mock my magery old friend, I may "poof" into a bad situation, i like arriving at my own pace, and observe things as i work my ways in. Its the dumb warrior instinct that thirves i suppose."
"Very well Evoroth, twil see you this eve, get yer rest, and keep yer nose outta my shipping books."
"Good day, old one, I look forward to seeing ya tonight. And please, perhaps your to old to be caring much, but to us younger elves with our strong spirits, to be reunitied with what weve only heard about in fairy tales seenms like a dream come true. Just please do whatever ye can to aid me in this Rigus."
With that, Evoroth gave a slight nod, a respectful gesture from one younger elf to an elder in the High Elf community. And as he walked away the words ran though his mind, "minax herself would return to the facet before the skullies could mount an army."
"Tomorrow, to Cove i go of thy need help, or to Umbra I go to see what they are up too, pack my bags regardless." he addressed a young scribe back in the mages shop as he entered and then he laid down to meditate.