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So my travels have taken me to Skingrad. I've been a member of the Fighters Guild for a while now (hey show me a weapon wielder who isn't in the damned guild nowadays!) and so I found myself in the Guildhall in Skingrad when I overhear a conversation between a couple of other members about a couple of good goblin-hunting spots. Not wanting to miss out I decided to check a couple of them out. The first was a doddle, a gallop in the meadows if you will. It seems that goblins don't like my Dwarven longsword and many fell upon my blade. So here I am now in the second (and I'm not telling you where - this treasure is all mine), and the reception here was a little more heated shall we say. Fortunately it seems that I've managed to cause some confusion. I don't know if it's the bad light or not but it seems that the goblins are far happier to fight amongst themselves than take me on. It even seems that one of them preferred to fight one of their own war chiefs than try to battle me. Of course he fell, but it made the war cheif even more simple to dispose of, I even ended up unarmed to finish the job just to show my strength and power. So theres another dead goblin at my feet. And that's where things took a turn for the better. Wandering around after slaying the war chief I found a couple of chests that were no match for my lock-picking. Turning the corner I could see a shape on the ground but couldn't quite make out what it was. As I moved closer I realised that whatever it was it was very lavishly decorated with the faces of animals and goblins. It was also slightly buried in the ground so I thought I'd best uncover the rest of it. As my hand moved down to move away some of the earth I felt a tingling. I haven't felt such a feeling since I looted that Dispelling Warhamer from another ex-adversary. I'm guessing this thing could be magical. It also looks stunning. Not beautiful, it's covered in goblin faces of course, but stunning. The craftmanship is a thing to behold. It looks like a staff and being a basher rather than a blaster I reckon I'll have little use for it. But I am sure that it's worth a good couple of thousand coins if i can find someone interested in it. I hope the merchants of Skingrad have plenty of money left as this little beauty will go to the highest bidder. Now all I need to do is get out of here alive…

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.

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.