Despite the Covenants savage war with the world, and its steady regress against the dominion, it would not matter who won the war if the daedra overrun all. For months Satakalaam had been isolated and put under siege by Wayrest and Redguard forces. The horde had murdered and enslaved the city, but they would not pillage any more. At last, as Adrian Guimerd arrived south to take control of the siege, he ordered an assault. Time was running out. On both sides. Linger longer, and the Daedra were likely to make a desperate assault out, and perhaps overwhelm the besieging forces. Or perish. But that required time. Time the Covenant simply did not have. The Dominion was pushing further and further north, and forces had to be pushed south to drive them back. That meant the forces in the siege. Therefore, there was only one way out.
Adrian sounded the trumpets, the banners were raised and the men stormed forward. Outnumbering the Daedra, and driven into a frenzy from hearing of the destruction they cared not for the scamps sending balls of flame down from the walls. They would die. The men reached the walls, and the battle began. The Caitiff were stout fighters, demons from Oblivion. They were berserk upon the walls. They had nothing to live for but their masters will, and they were the embodiment of hate. The fighting on the walls went hard. It was not until a ram broke down the gates, and the great knights came flooding into the city the tide turned. Caitiff, scamp and Kynreeve fell before the thunderous charge.
The battle was won, and the Daedra slaughtered. An outcome anyone could have hoped for, no matter to whom one swear allegiance to. The city was free, but Adrian did not linger. The next day, as the remains of the Dremora burned, Adrian marched south |