Sauriil muttered to himself, 'First Akavir, then what? The coming tide? What does He speak of?'

He teleports to Falin, Qorian and the others. 'How goes everything?' He looks at Qorian, 'You need healing, child.'

Makor on his horse sprints over to Qorian "How many lost?" 

"I tried my best..." Said Emily on her horse taking suylyath with her because he was injured also

Sauriil summons Arvak, the now-healed Arvak. All was the same, except he had silver, shining fur. He whispers to them, 'We are to head to Akavir, Auri-El demands so.'

Makor looks over to Suyalayth and chuckles "Finally found out what it means to fight along side an Orc." 

Qorian looks over to Makor with a grave expression, looking over to a distant, abandoned battlefield a few hundred meters to the left.

"Far too many, Dragonborn... Far too many. And this is only the first day."

Sauriil stayed silent for a few moments, 'Tiberius will be stopped. I promise you.'

"With what force, though? The men's moral is more than likely non-existant now. And even when we surrender, they just butcher us. They have made it this far inland so fast... How can we stop him?"

'The force of Auri-El is with us. I am his vessel. He has spoken.'

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'The force of Auri-El is with us. I am his vessel. He has spoken.'

( The Force :O HE'S A JEDI! )

"Auri-El is with us, of course, but... realistically, the last time the gods directly intervened was the Oblivion Crisis. And, it would take the direct intervention to keep Alinor from falling." He sighs, lowering his head and calming himself for a moment before he turns to look at Sauril.

"You and I both know we are loosing... I just want to know if we've lost."

Falin slowly shook her head, still helping to support Qorian's weight. "I'm not sure what we can do."

'We have not. Once we meet him, I wish to talk with Tiberius. Don't kill him right away. But first we are to go to Akavir. You should decide when. I will not have anything to do with the war, directly.'

Falin glances at the old mage. "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have been born without battle in your blood."

"Heh, you make it sound like we can kill him. And even if we can, we will suffer heavily from such a fight against someone of such... darkness. I... From the stories I have heard, I'm not even sure if he's human anymore..." He shrugs to himself, looking forward to see a walled city.

"Hear it is. Alinor. Last bastion against the oncoming tide, but for how long?"