"Now then. I have a province to manage and a better army to build." He states, stalking past the group with his Centurions, barking out orders to them in Cyrodiilic to others. Aquillius remains behind, ready to be directed by Makor to the Orichalcum mines. Now, the main part of the army has encircled the city, with ten thousand inside retaining order and quelling riots. Another 30,000 are begining construction of a massive military camp, while the final 920,000 spread out across the surrounding territories to establish forts and patrols, hunting down rogue orcs who refuse to surrender, purging any Altmer they see, and raiding Aldmeri caravans. (( THis is what'll all be happening as we talk. ))
Tiberius turns around to regard the Immortal. "Just so you know, the majority of my army is spreading out to capture any Altmer they find. I expect about six hundred or so to be found. It'll be up to you for them to live or die, for the Dominion WILL fall."