Falkreath: Five Days before the Journey Prolonged...

Marcus stood, mounted on his black steed, outside of Falkreath, his weapon sheathed, however, his hands ready to grab it at any time. A younger vampire came up from behind him, he was wearing heavily padded armor and his hair was the darkest black and his skin the whitest white.

"My lord, the men are waiting for your signal," said the vampire, his tone somewhat commanding, yet reverent, as if he were leading some troops.

"Good, tell them to engage them on my mark, Captain" said Marcus, tilting his head back towards the vampire, now identified as the Captain.

Marcus then raised his hand and a small but audible sound of multiple arrows being pulled back was heard and the citizens inside of the city would have been alarmed at this point. The guards at the walls defiantly were scared as they saw the glowing red eyes of vampires in the trees. Finally, after what felt like hours Marcus released his hand and it fell and with that all hell broke loose.

Hundreds of arrows flew through the trees at the guards on the walls and the screams and war cries of vampires charging into battle under the full moon. The swords clashed and shields were battered, the guards were nearly defenseless against the horde of vampires scratching, stabbing, biting their way through the defenses of the guards. Marcus, entertained by the violence in front of him, jumped down off his horse and drew his blade, the other vampires made a hole for him to move through and he swept through, his powerful Ebony Blade made swift work of some of the guards, though they had begun to get smarter and were using fire as a means to defend themselves. Some of the weaker vampires had taken lethal hits from mages and were nothing more than piles of ash, but the number of vampires were attacking them and they were eventually overwhelmed. The screams of the civilians were all to sweet. Marcus yelled a final order as the men entered the city, some houses burning and people running rampant,

"Let loose,".

Galian and six stormcloaks rode towards Falkwreath due to the fire, (they had been patroling the area) now they had a much larger problem then trolls. The group rode fast with Galian in the lead with the rest of the soldiers rode behind with their gray cloth around the spike of their helmets. Upon reaching the town Galain had just one order.

"Kill anything that does not have a guard's helmet." Galain stated this extremly calmly as he always did, a few moments after the order they were now within striking range; their part of the fight began with Galian stabbing his sword into a unsuspecting vampie's back then Galian jumped off his horse, while in air he casted telekinesis on his sword throwing it into a different vampire's forehead, then Galain ran to retrive it.

Galian retrieve is sword, looked around as his stormcloaks were berserking as they always did. Galian spotted a group of vampires headed towards them and ordered his men.

"hey! Form a U behind me!"

His men quickly finished their fights and sprinted into formation, they would kill thousands for a chance to watch Galian fight like this, Galian was used to overwhelming odds and love when it happened. Galian prepared himself for the upcoming fight because it was going to be a hard one to win.

Marcus walked up to the Jarl's palace and seeing Galian try to rush out out with the Jarl he speedily ran towards Galian and the Jarl and extended his arm full force, his sword in hand, and impaled the Jarl and with his other hand he grabbed Galian with his hand by the throat and stared at him,

"What is your name, human?" said Marcus staring into his eyes.

Galian after a short period of silence replies

"Former legate Angranti"

Then the insides of his palms begin to glow an orange, after a couple of seconds the lights form into two orange cubes

Marcus stood satisfied, a small smirk appeared on his face. He turned around and saw one of his officers before him, the same one that had came to him before and asked him,

"What now, sir?".

Marcus looked at the officer and then looked around at the burning area, "Take that dead human and throw him in the graves outside of town, for the troops tell them to bunker in and begin to rebuild, it seems we have taken our first territory," said Marcus responding to the question posed by the Officer.