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The past month has been something of a blur. Having fled the Imperial City I ran to Chorrol, I moved on to Skingrad and the to Kavach. My first impressions were that the Imperial Guard would be after me.. but no there is a far greater foe. Denizens of Oblivion roam these lands and indeed they are foul. So my trials have taken me into Oblivion and back, literally. I've joined Mages Guild and Fighters Guild alike. Bastards don't pay very well and my living comes mainly from the loot I find on various corpses. Thankfully I've got a reasonable stock of healing potions. By the Nine do I need them as well.

What is going on? Was the Emperor right? Did he genuinely see something in me? That I could right wrongs? I honestly don't know but I'm driven to find out. I carried the Amulet of Kings with me as I made my way to Weynon Priory. Immediately leaving the Imperial City behind me. I had to make sure that place was far away. Too many disturbing memories.

So I stumbled across Fort Carmala completely by accident. Appearing out of the gloom in the middle of the night, Fort Carmala can barely be called a fort anymore. It's completely ruined, and more of it appears to fall away from the building on a daily basis. A large wooden door protects what were once the lower floors of the fort from the elements, although probably not for much longer! Upon opening these doors I was soon to realise that the gloom outside was nothing compared to what was inside. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust.

Drink?  I like to drink ale to unwind.

What from?  Lately, an entire Vampire Cult and several Ogres!

Ha ha ha, you must thing I mad or something, but I’m not.  The name’s Lan by the way, buy me another ale and I’ll tell you about it.

I journeyed to Chorrol to join the Fighters Guild and decided to have a drink before moving on to Anvil – I know, I drink a lot, but then I’m Nordic and they say that we Nords have nothing to do but drink ‘cause it’s so damn cold.

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Ah that's better. Now that stinking cell is a distant memory I can put my fighting skills to some use. My escape from the cell was one that opened up before me, but an opportunity I was not going to miss. Sadly I had to witness the death of our ruler, but he has passed on an amulet and asked me to deliver it to Jauffre at Weynon Priory. So here I am on the road there. Of course being the mercenary type I didn't come this way straight away. That would have been foolish. After all there is plenty of money to be earned, even sorting out petty squabbles between merchants in the Imperial City itself!

What am I doing in this stinking cell? How did I get here? Well actually let's not get into that! Well seeing as you're here I might as well introduce myself. I'm Osiris, and yes I'm a Redguard, how very observant of you. If I was still on the outside you'd also recognise that I am a warrior, and a good one at that. Give me any weapon and any armour and I'll fight and beat the best of them. But I ain't on the outside am I? I'm sure there's some way out of here alive, despite what the inmate across the way says. He reckons that the only way out is in a box, and to be honest if I can get out of this cell and into his he'll certainly be leaving in a box after what he's said about me.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Hadaster. Yes, I am a Dunmer, Dark Elf, whatever your take. My outspoken attitude put me in, let's say, a 'bad' position with the Imperial Guard and despite flipping a few septims their way I was still imprisoned. For many moons I lay restless in my cell. I was taunted by the other inmates - another Dunmer who said some things about my wife he'll regret should our paths cross again - and as you can expect my mind began to wander onto ending it all. Bizarrely though the Emperor himself stormed through my cell, accompanied by several guards. It seemed he was fleeing some unknown threat. It was then that my route out of the dreaded prison was laid bare before me. Let's just say that I haven't looked back since.