"Come friends! Let me tell you a story that only a true Imperial loyalist would understand! A story about our humble beginnings!" Siricol announced. "You." he pointed. Sitting in the in a corner seat was a fair skinned boy with brown hair and brown eyes. His armor, tattered and torn, looked as if it had seen the better days of glorious battle. "You look like an Imperial!" Siricol accused.
"My family is originally from Cyrodiil." The recruit muttered.
"Your armor, that of a noble family?" Siricol questioned.
"This belonged to my grandfather. I wear it to remind myself of him when I start to get homesick." The recruits eyes began to glaze over and his lips started to quiver as if Siricol Struck the recruits grandfather down in front of him. "What brings you to this quaint tavern in such a distant land?" Siricol questioned.
"I... I want..." the recruit hesitated. "I want revenge."
"Revenge?" Siricol repeated "Did you lose your family during the invasion of Cyrodiil?"
"I don't know. It all happened so fast." the recruit muttered, while looking down at his tankard of untouched ale. "I was out fishing near the imperial City when I heard screams coming from the Imperial City. So many screams. I have never heard screams like that in my entire life." the recruit muttered. "I was so scared, without even thinking, I threw my pole on the ground and began to run towards the bridge that was not far from me." "Before I got to the bank of the stone bridge, I saw them." he stuttered "I think they were Demora. I have never seen a Demora in person before. I only read about them in books and even then I thought it was only a tale to scare young-lings."
"What did you do?" Siricol asked.
"I ran back to our farm to look for my family." the recruit's eyes finally released their first glimpse of innocence. As the tear began rolling down the recruits face, he said "They weren't there... So I grabbed the one thing that meant most to me, and that was my grandfathers armor from when he was an Imperial trooper and ran East." The recruit did his best to hold his composure in front of Siricol, but unfortunately he could not hold back his tears anymore. Siricol watched the recruit cry tears of loneliness and worry over the assumed loss of his family.
"My friend." Siricol said "That was long ago. This war has been going on for some months now. But I have a way for you to seek revenge and help the Legion."
"You do?" the recruit looked up. Siricol could see the shred of redemption gleaming in the recruit's eyes.
"Since the invasion of the Imperial City and Cyrodiil by armies of daedra from the god of schemes, Molag-Bal. We have lost contact with the Imperial Legion. I have gotten together a few loyalists here in Mournhold! We meet occasionally here at The Flaming Nix. I am looking for more Imperial loyalists or sympathizers. If our numbers grow, we can restore order to chaos through Imperial rule. It is my oath as an Imperial Soldier to uphold the visions and wishes of the Empire. With all that is happening between the war with Molag-Bal and each other, I suspect the Imperial presence has been crippled. Since we have no contact with the Imperial Legion, I have decided to form a militia of Imperials and sympathizers to re-establish that Imperial presence throughout the lands of Tamriel. Can I count on your loyalty and support?" Siricol questioned.

The recruit, hesitant with fear sat there for a few moments looking down at his Grandfather's armor. "Yes," he replied.
"Then I need your help," Siricol voiced. " I need you to go out and spread the word of the Imperial Legion Militia to all those who will listen," he continued. Siricol could see the excitement filling the recruits eyes. shimmering and dark, like they were filled with black soul gems.
The recruit stood up with haste, knocking over his stool. "Anything for the Empire; Anything for my family," the recruit shouted.

The above story is one of many. The word needs spread about the Imperial Legion Militia. The Legion needs good soldiers to count on to ensure the Empires survival through these dark and dangerous times. Can we count on you?

If you are interested, reach out to me on Xbox One: Collins6542. I am in the Ebonheart Pact, but any and all Imperial loyalists and sympathizers are welcome! My Akatosh guide you on your journeys.

Siricol Elivar (collins6542)
Imperial Legion Militia
Ebonheart Pact