Not sure how you feel about Legion soldiers, but my main character could possibly fit in here.
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Basic Information
Name: Orien Terrik
Alias: Legate, Champion, "the One Man Army" (<-- A nickname given to him by legion soldiers and Stormcloaks alike after the battle of Fort Kastav.) (Maybe he will earn a few new ones in his time RPing here.)
Age: 28
Birth Date: 24th of Mid Year, 4E 175
Birth Place: Imperial Legion Camp
Birth Sign: The Warrior
Origin/Race: Nord/Imperial
Class: Imperial Heavy Soldier/Officer
Gender: Male
Laterality: Ambidextrous (Prefers his right hand though.)
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single
Alignment: The Empire
Afflictions: None that he knows of.
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 286 Lbs
Build: Extremely muscular. He is a warrior, born and bred into that life. His size comes from His mothers side of the Family, which were Nords. His body fat percentage is extremely low, due to his constant training. He has molded his body through hard training and combat to be the strongest it can be, allowing him to have some amazing strength, but more importantly, great endurance. He is very broad shouldered. (I figure he looks, body wise anyways, a lot like Dwayne Johnson does. Except probably a little bigger due to him being taller and weighing more.)
Hair Length: He keeps his hair cut pretty short. He tends to shave it for Ceremonial things. When in the field, he puts less importance on his hair and facial hair care, so it may grow a bit. However, he will not let it get to long.
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Facial Hair: He has stubble, but he shaves when possible.
Eye Color: Golden (With flecks of blue)
Skin Color: Very tan. (More tan than a Nord, anyways.)
Scars: One on the side of his cheek where a blade found a gap in his helmet, one from an arrow on his right Pectoral, where an arrow penetrated, although not to deeply due to his armor. He has a scar on his knee, where an arrow slightly penetrated his armor, however it entered cleanly, and bounced of the bone, leaving no permanent damage. He also has a few other random scars.
Face: A mix of Nordic and Imperial structure.
Unique Features: His Golden eyes, something highly unusual in all the races of Men. He was also unusually dark for a Nord, but this could be due to the fact that he was half Imperial as well. He has a burn mark on his left hand.
War Paint: None
Tattoos: None
(Orien)
Religion: The Nine Divines. (While Talos worship is "Banned, he still practices it, although, in secret.)
Patron Deity: Talos, Stendarr
Hobbies: Likes to hunt, fish, and spend time with his soldiers, who he considers his brothers and sisters, no matter their race. He doesn't have very many friends outside of the Legion, if any at all. He is friends with the black smith of Solitude, Beirand, as well as Beirand's wife.
Family: Mother: Kirsta Terrik - Nord (Deceased), Father: Adrian Herecius Terrik- Imperial (Deceased), Uncle and Aunt: Lilleth and Skjorn Voric - both Nord (Deceased at the time of the Civil War.), His brothers and sisters: His Fellow Legionnaires, no matter their race.
Personality: Orien is a staunch supporter of the Empire. He is a humble man, not bragging much at all about any of his accomplishments. He tends to be quiet, but if you get some drink in him, and he happens to be around his fellow legionnaires, he can become an interesting fellow for sure. He is a very caring person when it comes to anyone, except the Aldmeri Dominion, and to a lesser extent, the Stormcloaks.
Positive Traits: He is very caring, and tries his best to make sure the legionnaires under his command feel appreciated and wanted. He is very skilled in battle, having been practically raised in the legion. He is also a Tactical Genius when it comes to planning and executing battle maneuvers and assaults. He prefers to lead by example. He is rarely, if ever, seen leading his soldiers from anywhere but the front lines. He isn't racist at all, although, he tends to be on edge when around the species that are considered to be part of the Aldmeri Dominion (Unless they are Legionnaires). Also, many know of his Reputation as an excellent Commander. This has led him to become somewhat famous in Skyrim.
Negative Traits: His carrying for his soldiers can cause some issues. His biggest issue is his blood thirstiness when it comes to the Aldmeri Dominion. He has told General Tulias repeatedly that when the war with the Dominion starts up again, he wished to be on the front lines. He also is suspicious of any Thalmor Agent. He can't stand them, and will most of the time go out of his way to make life as miserable as he can for them without stepping out of line. This has caused a few issues before, but nothing to serious.
Dislikes: Liars, Racists, Thalmor, The Aldmeri Dominion, Ulfric Stormcloak, Un-honorable people.
Fears: He fears just about anything a normal Warrior or person would fear. Orien's trick, however, is he has learned to harness his fear, and turn it into a weapon unto itself, keeping him on edge in battle.
Aspirations: He hopes to one day Marry, and have children. He also wants the Empire to be able to return to its former glory.
Quirks: He fletches his own arrows. He also doesn't polish his weapons and armor to give them a nice shine like most other Legionnaires do. He prefers the look of his armor to seem battle worn, as it could pose as a possible fear factor.
Philosophy: "Upon my honor I do swear undying loyalty to the Emperor... and unwavering obedience to the officers of his great Empire. May those above judge me, and those below take me, if I fail in my duty. I shall protect my Empire from any threat that presents itself, to my dying breath, if need be. Long live the Emperor! Long live the brave Legionnaires! Long live the Empire!"
Quote: "Does Ulfric not see what he is doing? He is playing right in to the hands of the Dominion, whether he realizes it or not. His rebellion is depleting the Legions supplies, and costing us men. Many legionnaires have left to join him. And still others have deserted this Civil War entirely. He is weakening us, while at the same time, providing the Aldmeri Dominion with time to rebuild their forces even more, and strategize about a new war. Now more than ever, the Empire needs to remain strong, and intact. Skyrim needs the Empire, and the Empire needs its Nord Legions. Does Ulfric not realize he stands no chance against the Dominion with out the support of the Empire? We wre barley able to hold them off the last time, and that was with the Nords! It won't be long before the Dominion come knocking on our door again, and thanks to Ulfric and his Rebellion, we may not be ready. There is a possibility of other threats. Some may be even worse than the Dominion. We need a strong, united force to face these enemies, and frankly, we just don't have it now.
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Gear:
Armor: Orien currently wears a heavily modified set of Imperial Champion Heavy Armor, which was the same design put up in a museum to honor his Father, for it had been granted after death to him by the Emperor himself. It is an Imperial Heroic Armor set, with the main color actually being Gold in color instead of the normal steel coloration. It has trims of Red in it as well. On top of the helmet was a crest, made of black Wolf fur, arranged onto a metal crest (Think of the Imperial Full Faced helmet variant, but in a gold Coloration). He has a small, blue cape on the back of his left shoulder with a black Imperial Dragon symbol on it. He uses a modified Imperial Heavy Shield due to his size. There in an increased amount of steel implemented in the design of the shield.
(Orien's Armor)
(Orien's Shield)
Weapons: Orien's main weapon is a flanged Ebony Mace. It has blades built around the head, like small swords, so that if the opponent was wearing light armor, or if he had beat the armor enough, the blades would sink into flesh, much like a sword. Its is increased in length due to him being larger than normal people. It is also heavier than your average mace.
He also carries and Imperial Sword in a scabbard on his back (I hope you know what an Imperial sword looks like 
). While his shield is considered armor, he has been known to use it in combat as a weapon, bashing people around.
Misc: A small Nordic knife for hunting (Skinning animals and such), Imperial Bow and steel arrows occasionally (He prefers to be close up in battle though, he feels like it is more honorable).
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History/Biography
Before Childhood (As told by Archivists.): Orien's parents were both Legionnaires, his Father a General, and leader of the Eighth Legion. His mother was a Legate in General Jonna's forces, and was considered to be her second in command. Kirsta and Adrian had met up while Kirsta was temporarily posted in the Imperial city for a time before she joined General Jonna. The two fell in love, and Adrian asked Kirsta to marry him. She accepted, and they got married, making love the night before Krista was scheduled to return to Skyrim. Kirsta left the next morning after, and hooked up with General Jonna and her forces. The following year, as Krista was pregnant with a child, the Imperial City was sacked. Word reached the camp Krista was currently at that the Eighth Legion had stayed behind to fight a rearguard for the remaining Legions to pull back from the city. Word had it they had all perished. Kirsta was struck with grief. Handing the child over to the care of her brother and his wife, Krista marched back with the rest of General Jonna's forces, to rally with the remaining Legions under the Emperors command. As the Legions moved to take back the Imperial City, the Nord legions set up a perimeter around the city, so that no Elf could escape. As the Dominion forces tried to retreat, they ran smack dab into the shield wall where Krista was stationed. The Nords fought ferociously, but their numbers began to thin. Krista sent two messengers to ask for reinforcements to her position. As the messengers were off gathering the needed forces, the Nord numbers continued to thin as the bulk of the Dominion tried to escape the city to retreat. However, Krista and her remaining soldiers stood firm. Krista got struck with an arrow that found a chink in her armor on her sword arm, but she ignored the pain, and kept on fighting. Another arrow found a chink missing in her stomach, and sunk in. Krista fell to one knee, and three of the remaining soldiers began to move towards her, but she stood back up as a High Elf approached to strike her down, and rammed her blade into his face. She stood back up with two arrows in her, and kept fighting. As the reinforcements finally arrived, they saw 100 remaining legionnaires fighting for their lives, Krista in the lead. They ran to help, but arrived just late, as a final arrow found its marked, and pierced throw the neck armor of Krista. She swung her blade once more, taking one more Elf with her, before she fell to the ground, dead. Kirsta and her soldiers actions lead to the Dominion forces staying bottled up in the city, and being slaughtered. The White-Gold Concord got signed, and both Orien's father and mother were commemorated as Champions of the Empire. Orien would have a reputation to live up to. The Great war had ended, but a whole new set of troubles were just beginning.
Childhood: Orien was raised by his Aunt and Uncle in a small house in Solitude, part of the Haafingar hold. They owned a little shop to sell goods. Orien was fascinated with the city. He would always bother his Uncle with questions about the Legion, and the great war (His uncle fought in some of the first battles of the Great War, but his arm was blasted off by an unknown elven magic, and so he was honorably discharged, and sent home). For the most part, his uncle would be happy to answer. One day, when Orien asked about his parents, his uncle told him they had been soldiers, too, but had passed on to a different life during the Great War. Orien never really asked about his parents again after that. As he grew up in the city, he wasn't very social, and avoided most of the other children, but he got along well with the guards and soldiers there. He was unusually small for his age, and was sometimes picked on. His uncle gave him an Iron dagger at age 8 that he would practice with on the dummies his Uncle had made for him.
Teenager:
As he reached his teenage years, he hit a sudden growth spurt, and sky rocketed up. He became a huge, tall, and strong looking teenager. At the age of 15 he was already as tall as his uncle. AT age 16, he signed up for the Legion at Castle Dour, and was sent to Cyrodiil for training. He emerged as a member of the Fourth Legion, and was kept under close watch by General Tullius, for Tullius and Orien's father had served together, and Tullius knew who Orien was. Orien proved to excel in hand to hand combat, as well as one-hand weapons, along with a shield. Due to his continuing growth spurts, both height and muscle wise, his armor had to be constantly tailored for him. During this time, he also learned more about his parents, and decided he was proud to come from such good stock. He also visited the museum where his father and mother had dedicated sections too.
Adult:
As he reached the age of 22, Orien was a fine young Legionnaire. He had advanced to the rank of a Praefect. During his time spent in Cyrodiil, there was an issue with an organized bandit crime Syndicate. The Bandits, made up of Dominion races, and lead by an Altmer, where causing trouble that local forces weren't able to handle. The Legion was called in, and so began Orien first taste of true combat. The Organization of the Bandits seemed almost military like. The following years were spent eradicating these Bandits, and attempting to track down their leader, and main base of operations. Finally, after three years of searching, they finally found him. A full scale assault was mounted on the Fort that they were holed up in. The Tribune in charge of the force was struck with an arrow, and went down. Orien ran up to him, and checked for signs of life, but he found none. Instantly taking over command, he urged his remaining forces forward. He charged straight through the front gate, wielding a mace and his shield. He felt a slight pinch in his left shoulder. He looked down and saw an arrow in his shoulder. He broke the haft with his mace, and kept on pushing forward. He fought his way into the depths of the Fort, searching for the Altmer leader, his soldiers backing him up. Orien stumbled upon the Altmer in the Fort's battle room. As Imperial troops entered behind him, he waved them off, as the Altmer looked up at him. "Man has no place on this world." was all he said. The Altmer picked up a sword, and lunged with incredible speed at Orien. Orien moved as quick as he could, but the blade found a small mark as it slipped in between his helmet and his check, cutting it. As the Altmer pulled the sword up and away, Orien's helmet came off. Orien, who had been hunched over due to the fighting, and exhaustion, stood to his full height, towering over the small Altmer. There seemd to be a bit of shock at Orien's size, and in that hesitant moment, Orien lashed out with his shield, and caught the Altmer square in the face. The blow crack something in the elf's neck, but Orien wasn't done yet, as he followed the bash with a swing from his mace. The blow from the mace hit the Altmer, who wasn't wearing a helmet, in the side of his head. There was a cracking noise, and the mace blades dug into the skull. As Orien pulled the mace back, the Altmer fell to the floor in a heap, dead. Orien retrieved his helmet, and took the sword of the Fallen leader. The Legionnaires created a path as he walked out of the Fort. A cheer went up. Orien Reported back to Tullius, and presented the sword as a gift, and as proof, that the deed was done. Orien was then promoted to Tribune. Not long after the Bandits had been dealt with, word came that there was trouble brewing in Skyrim. Thats when the grave news came as well. Torygg had been killed by a Rebellious Jarl named Ulfric Stormcloak, and that he had started a rebellion against the Empire. The Fourth Legion was deployed to Skyrim, and Orien went with them, returning to the land where he was raised. Being Stationed in Solitude at first, he learned that his Aunt and Uncle had been killed by Thalmor Justicars when Orien's Uncle wouldn't give in to interrogation on the matter of Talos Worship. This angered Orien greatly, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it for now. He concentrated his efforts on fighting the rebellion. He began to hate Ulfric more and more as the war progressed. 'Did he not realize he was weakening the Empire? He was making the Legion waste resources and troops on his rebellion instead of the true enemy. How could he be that selfish. Skyrim needed the Empire to fight the Dominion.' He would think to himself constantly. Very Early in the Civil War, Orien became the Hero of Fort Newborne, were he fought back a Stormcloak assault almost single handed, portecting the Imperial Fort. Due to this, and the stunning brilliance of his plan and execution of the capturing of Fort Neugrad, as well as the release of Captured Legionnaires, Orien was transfered back to solitude, and promoted to Legate. Before heading back out to join the fight, the Emperor's cousin, Vittoria Vici, was stuck in a tower outside of Solitude. A Dragon was Attacking! The Guards poured out, trying to kill the beast, but to no avail. The Dragon landed, and Orien, not thinking, charged at it. It shouted fire at him, and he raised his shield. The heat from the fire heated up his handle grip for the shield, burning his hand (He would later implement leather on the grip). However, he continued forward slowly. The Dragon got distracted by a few guards, and Orien ran forward. The Monster of a man threw himself onto the Dragon, and grabbed onto a horn on its head with his burned hand, and started batting at its head with his mace, yelling. He must have done something right, because the Dragon went limp, and collapsed. He tugged on the mace, and pulled it out of the dragon's eye socket. 'I must have been swinging harder than I thought.' He thought to himself. Later that night, after getting his hand treated, he reported to General Tullius, who called him a Imbecile for just charging in like that. Orien slouched. "I saw people in need, so I just sort of felt compelled to help." He said with a sigh. Tullius chuckled, and said, "What you did was brave, even if it was foolish. There is someone here I want you to meet. He is here for his Cousin's wedding." Tullius finished. The Emperor walked forward. Orien was stunned. He bowed instantly in respect. Titus Mede II chuckled. "You have proven yourself to be a very capable Legionnaire, and Commander. You may not have known it, but when you killed the Dragon, you saved my Cousin. General Tullius has proposed something to me. You are to be named a Champion of the Fourth Legion, and to a lesser extent, the Empire. With this title, you shall receive new armor. I believe it is the same that was granted to your parents, although they never got the chance to wear it." The Emperor motioned to a chest inside a room to the right of the war table. "Your armor is in there, go try it on." He finished. Orien stood stunned for a second, but then complied. He shut the door, and after stripping out of his civilian clothes, donned the armor. It was golden colored, with red tinges here and there. A blue cloth was folded up on the bottom. He lifted it up out of the box, and it turned out it wasn't a cloth, but a small, blue cape. He attached the cape to his armor, and then opened the door, exiting. "How does the Armor fit?" Tullius asked?
"Its a little tight." Orien replied in a joking manner. Tullius chuckled, and Titus Mede II just nodded his head. "Very well. I must be off. Congratulations, Champion." And just like that, the Emperor was gone. And so, Orien is now a Legate, ready to take the fight to the Stormcloaks, and the true enemy, the Aldmeri Dominion, when the time comes. His name has spread throughout Skyrim, and the other lands as the Imperial Champion.
About a year after he was named the Champion, the Civil War was still raging. Orien had fought on many fronts against the Stormcloaks, and his Reputation had spread a little with them (However, its wasn't until the Second Battle of Whiterun that he earned a nickname from them). After the temporary cease-fire called by the Blades and the Dragonborn, and the Dragonborn having set off to fight Alduin, things seemed like they would calm down. However, a multi-strike assault on a few forts Surrounding Whiterun lead to a breaking of the cease-fire, and a lose of Imperial power in the Territory. The Stormcloaks then pushed to take Whiterun. What the didn't think about is the Garrison at Fort Greymoor, which had been put under Orien's temporary command to help rebuild the Fort due to an increased Stormcloak presence. The Stormcloaks began to assault Whiterun, having amassed what seemed like a huge army. Orien sat and watched stunned along with the rest of his Legionnaires as the great city was set under siege. The Stormcloaks eventually broke through the first gate, and poured up towards the city's entrance. Orien had to do something. That is when he remembered the recent supply train. Cutting the horses loose from their wagons, and supplementing them to the Horses already saddled at the Fort, Orien created what would be come to know as the Makeshift Calvary. He got as many Legionnaires as he could onto horses, and told them to follow him. BY this time, the main Stormcloak army had moved up to the area near the City gates. A small band of brave guards had set up a last line of defense, forming a shield wall, and holding them back as best as they could. Orien and his Calvary shot out of the front of Fort Greymoor. First things first, he take to take care of the Catapults. Orien rode in with his Legionnaires following him. He unhooked his mace from his Belt, ridding hard to the enemy. The Stormcloaks were caught completely off guard. The first man to be slain had his helmet off, and was relaxed. When he suddenly heard a thundering noise, he slowly got up, and turned to see what it was. The only thing he saw was a mace swinging right at his face. The impact bashed his face in, which he deserved for everything he had done in assisting the assault on Whiterun. The Calvary swooped in behind him, and they killed many Stormcloaks. Many more ran away frightened. Orien and his Legionnaires got off their horses, and picked up the torches that were used to set the projectiles on fire, and used them to set the Catapults on fire. Mounting up, they rode fast towards Whiterun. Meanwhile at the City's gates, the shield wall was starting to crumble. The Stormcloaks were pushing hard against it. The Captain in charge of the guard encouraged his men to keep holding out, but moral was starting to slip. At the back of the Stormcloak forces, which happened to be outside on the road from the plains distract, a slow rumbling was heard. They saw smoke rising from where their Catapults had been, and became curious as to what happened. Then the rumbling grew louder, and louder. Suddenly, about forty legionnaires on horse back came around the curve in the road, their horses galloping hard. The Stormcloaks panicked. A feeble shield wall was formed in the rear of the army, however, it couldn't stand up to the might of the horses, which smashed into the shield wall, trampling people underfoot. Orien swung his mace back and forth as hard as he could, hearing popping noises, as well as crunching, and men screaming. The Stormcloaks, hearing the commotion from behind, turned to face the new threat, however, the had forgotten about the battered shield wall of the guards. The gates to the city were thrown open, and reinforcements for the guards joined the wall. The Stormcloaks were caught in between two different forces. Orien's makeshift Calvary pushed deeper into the thick mess of bodies. The horses began to slow down, but the psychological momentum carried by the Legionnaires entrance stayed firm. Stormcloaks began to break ranks, and try and flee around the sides of the Calvary, however not many succeeded. A few minutes later, it was all over. The Stormcloak force was in complete disarray. Those who had not been killed, were either running for their lives, or had been captured. The battle for Whiterun was over. Due to the victory at Whiterun, the power balance had shifted exponentially, as there was only one more sizable Stormcloak army in Skyrim. After the battle of Whiterun, Orien was almost immediately transferred to Fort Kastav, where the Storm cloaks were preparing one last desperate attack.
A week later, at Fort Kastav, things weren't looking good. The Stormcloaks had sent their last main force to attack the Fort, and it was rather large. Fort Kastav was a recent capture, and hadn't been properly supplied and manned. The one thing on the Empire's side was that the Fort had been captured with little to no structural damage. As the enemy advanced on the fort, Archers on the main wall stood shooting arrows down at the Stormcloaks, who had brought a battering ram to the main gate. This lasted for thirty minutes... Archers shooting the Ram crew, and new crew members running up to take dead and injured ones places. Eventually, the archers ran out of arrows, and had no supplies to draw on. They started throwing rocks and buckets, and a few of them even threw their helmets, however, by this point, the Stormcloaks had begun to break down the wooden gate. As the gate finally shattered and split, the Stormcloaks charged inside, only to be met almost instantly by a shield wall of legion soldiers, with Orien at its head. The Stormcloaks had no time to react, and ran head long into spears, and outstretched swords. Orien began swinging his mace back and forth digging his flanged mace into Stormcloaks left and right, shattering bone and tearing flesh. The shield wall held for a good amount of time, and the Stormcloaks began to pull out, to regroup. Realizing his soldiers were worn out, and low on moral, Orien left out a war cry, and charged after the regrouping Stromcloaks, smashing into the rear. His soldiers followed moments after, charging after their Legate. Even the archers came down to help in this final assault, using swords, knives, and even their bows, as melee weapons, to force back the enemy. Surprised by the ferocity of this random assault, the Stormcloak lines faltered, and then broke. Many ran back down the mountain road, heading back to Windhelm. Fort Kastav had held against the onslaught. Another week passed, and no signs of a Stormcloak counter attack showed. Orien left Fort Kastav, and joined up with General Tulius and Legate Rikke, as well as the main Imperial legion body, who were preparing to assault Windhelm. After the Forward Camp had been set up, Orien and the Legion marched to Windhelm, and as the approached the main bridge, Stormcloak's began attacking them, however, not enough to even slow down the march, and they were dealt with quickly. Approaching the city's gate, Tullius stopped his legion, as catapults launched rocks into the city from their positions in the forward camp. Tulis began a speech: "
All right. It's time to deliver the final blow to the Stormcloak rebellion. You have all fought bravely, and sacrificed much to bring us to this point. Ulfric thinks he can hide behind the walls of his castle. But we will fight our way in and drag him out through the rubble to face justice. Because this is the end for them, the Stormcloaks will fight like cornered rats. They will be fierce and crafty. But they are no match for Legionnaires. You are the best and the brightest warriors in Tamriel. Professional soldiers, fearless and devastating. The Emperor will be paying close attention to what happens here today. Men who distinguish themselves will be well rewarded. Ready now! Everyone, with me! For the Empire! For the Legion!". Almost as if on queue, a rock slung from a catapult hit the main gate to the city, and blasted it into splinters. 'That was convenient.' Orien thought to himself as the Legion charged into the city. As Tullius and Rikke worked their way to the Palace of Kings, Orien stayed outside, fighting through the remaining Stormcloaks. Eventually, Rikke exited the Palace, declaring Ulfric the Usurper had been slain. Almost instantly, the remaining Stormcloaks in the village laid down their arms, and gave up. The Empire had won the Civil War. Orien would return to Solitude in the days following the sacking of Windhelm, coordinating with the Legion, training new recruits, and being sent on Special missions to hunt down the remaining Stormcloak Soldiers.
Three years passed, and Orien began to receive unnerving news from all around Skyrim. First came word of a new Rebellion starting in Windhelm, next was that people began disappearing in the Reach, and lastly, that again, people had begun mysteriously disappearing in the Rift. The Rangers had already been assigned to deal with the issue in the Reach, and the issue in Windhelm was currently being dealt with, hopefully. It was truly tragic that after all the progress Riften had made, that these disappearances were affecting the city and its economy. Worse, some of the men and woman who had vanished were Imperial Legionnaires. Rumors began circulating that the entire Garrison at Fort Greenwall had completely vanished as well, and seeing as no reports had been made by the Garrison in the past couple of weeks, this rumor seemed to actually be true. So Orien was deployed to the Rift, to both return the people, restore order, and to also give an Imperial presence.
