Dramons Journal

the characters are all mine in this one... its all bassed around a mod iv been working on, this is just the journal of my NPC Dramon who has aperently had past run in with my Dunmer char Sythe...all the ploot and stuff are mine...but of course all the real history, world stuff belongs to the bounderfull peoples of Bethesda ^^ as i loves them all im sure...

andways...there might be spoilers in here...depending on how you play your character...but eh...nothign your bound to remember or care about...anyways...enjoy ^^

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Dramon’s Journal

Day of my Freedom

At long last I have found my way out from Oblivion and into the lands of Tamriel. My mission now begins in the swamps at the borders of the Black Marsh where the portal was momentarily opened for me. I overtook the camp of bandits nearby with ease. I think this is a promising sign that my journey will end well, and I could already see the white tower of my destination. I have begun a dialogue in the journal that once belonged to the bandit leader if only to keep myself entertained on my lonely voyage into the stinking lands men. Once I infiltrate the Imperial City and assassinate the current Emperor as a declaration of war my life will be forfeit with honor and my quest complete. The Dramora will have there day, and it grows near. Or would be nearer if only a portal could have been opened closer to my destination, but this way I will have a chance to enjoy this land as it is now, for once the Dremora rule it will become a beautiful wasteland of pain and fire like the plains of Oblivion we have all been banished too.

Of Air and Stars

I have spent a day in this land and already long for home, though I doubt I will ever see it again. The air is so crisp and light it almost burns my lungs and leaves my light headed. My progress has been slow for the chill seeps into my flesh and saps my strength. I feel I near the Panther river if my map serves me well, I had planned to be there by now but this land is so much different from my own. There are so many more hills and valleys, obstacles obscure me at every turn to slow me down. I have settled down to rest out the night as the sun begins to sink beneath the horizon. The ground here is so soft compared to what I’m used to, I don’t know if I can find rest here. I have never seen stars before. The skies of oblivion are so full of smoke and steam that you can not see expanses beyond. I don't know why but looking at the clear sky a strange sadness begins to form in my chest that I don’t understand. I don't know why, but I am suddenly aware that I am alone here.

Scavenging the Locals

I woke hungry this morning and realized how unprepared I was for this journey. I tried to find food as I trekked but I have no knowledge of the plants here, and the animals smell my sulfurous scent long before I reach them. Luckily as I travel near to the Yellow Road I came upon a lone Imperial Guard and ambushed him as he crossed the bridge that spanned the Silverfish River. He carried enough food on him to last me a few days, even if it didn't sit well in my stomach, it would quiet the hunger. I would have loved to have eaten his steed, but it ran as soon as it's master fell from its back. I stripped much of the meat from the guard to quiet my immediate hunger. But I couldn’t be weighted down with any more so I settled to only take his satchel and be on my way. The heavy imperial armor weighted his body down to the bottom of the river when I pushed him off the bridge. I find this rather convenient.

I am beginning to grow accustomed to the air here. I actually think I am enjoying the feel of it on my skin as it doesn’t stick to me like the soot and grime in Oblivion. I find I have more energy now then I ever have since I have grown accustomed to it. I begin to think that this land might not be as bad as it first seemed. I chose a place to rest out the night near the Corbalo River. There is too much traffic of citizens and guards to risk crossing the bridge so I have decided that in the morning I shall go south to the mouth of the river and cross there and hope there will be less activity. I don't know why men seem to love the water so much.

The Concept of Swimming

My attempt to cross the Corbolo River today where it emptied into the Niben Bay. Water is scarce beyond the gates of Oblivion, rationed out to every Dremora so that only receive enough to sustain them. And here, there is so much water that it runs over the ground and is taken for granted. When I had been briefed for this mission they told me I wouldn’t be given water because of its abundance here, but I never realized how much there could be in one place. The rivers where all I suspected. And when I saw the Niben Bay on the map I expected it to be shallow. I never imagined being in a place with so much water is could cover your head.

When I walked into the river the coldness of the water hit me like a wall, tensing all my muscles. I saw people in the water upriver and they seemed so unaffected by it. But then again, I come from the blistering plains of Oblivion where the torch fires are cool in comparison to the air. The chill felt like daggers in my flesh as I pushed myself on to cross the river. The current was strong and I found it harder to walk the deeper I went into he water and when the water reached my waist I slipped on lose rock and plunged under the surface and into the frozen waters. I cried out in spite of myself as I was pulled under, my lungs filling with ice. I tried to clutch at the bottom of the river but found no hold as my lungs began to feel like ice and I choked on water.

Crimson Eyes

When I awoke to the stars I was in a daze. My body felt like lead and my head throbbed with pain. The sky seemed so familiar to me now, even if it had only been a short period of time since I had come here. But then I became curious as to where the water had taken me and I attempted to rise but after only lifting my head and inch my strength gave way and it fell heavily back to the ground.
"No sudden movements."
A detached voice floated over me. I jerked, startled by the voice, and jumped a second time when a dark silhouette appeared above me, outlined by the light of the stars. The form was completely dark accept for two crimson eyes that shone down at me. For a brief moment I believed it to be a fellow Dremora until the figure spoke again. The voice was to smooth to be of my kind. The figure bent down and the light from a nearby fire revealed the face of strong Dunmer man. He drew a dagger and held it to my throat, demanding I tell him my business. When I refused an answer he pressed the dagger harder against my skin, drawing a thin line of blood. Again I refused to answer hoping to feel the cold metal slide through my throat and end my mission. But it withdrew to my surprise and the Dark Elf stepped away and I tilted my head and watched him sit down on the opposite side of the fire. I attempted to stand but realized that my arms and legs where securely tied. The man took a fish out of the fire and began to eat it, seemingly unconcerned with me. I watched him as he ate and thought of how my people would slaughter his kind when the time came. He believes he is being merciful by prolonging my life, or he believes I will be more willing to talk at a later time, either way he is a stupid being. I can not be broken. I saw my journal beside him, I assumed he could not read Deadric or he wouldn't have to ask me my business. I decided to wait and study him, but a wave of fatigue soon came over me and all when black again

Clever Fellows

I woke to a sharp kick in my side that morning. The stupid Dunmer used the same tactics as the night before to make me talk but I am a proud Dremora, and I can not be broken. He seemed to have sense enough to not try to burn me like we torture his kind. After our existence in the plains of Oblivion we are unaffected by most tortures. He sat back on the other side of the dead fire and stared at me, and I stared back. Glaring into his eyes.

When the stood and walked over to me once more I thought he was going finally kill me, but I was surprised when he grabbed me by my bound wrists and began to drag me toward the water. He hefted me into what looked like a strange wooden coffin and floated me into the water. I tried to stand up but I could find no purchase as he began to float the vessel out into the water. Once free of the shore he climbed in and sat down and began to push us out into the water with a paddle. An anxiety began to grow in me as I remembered the feeling of being swept away by the river. He stopped suddenly and dropped the paddle next to me in the bottom of the floating coffin. He finally reached down and grabbed me by one of my horns and lifted me up off the bottom of the boat so I knelt before him. He asked me again what my agenda was, and when I remained silent this time he bent me backward and I felt the coffin tip sideways. As I went towards the water my eyes went wide as a wave of panic swept over me. I jerked and arched away from the water, my bound hands grasped at his tunic and my legs tried to find some kind of hold. He smiled and brought me back into the coffin that slowly began to settle. The motion of the water made my stomach want to purge and I panted horribly.

This time when he asked me what was my mission I knew it was the last time. I felt overwhelming shame in me. I did not fear torture, I did not fear death, but I fear water. I was broken over water. I tried to tell him as little as possible, my harsh voice sounding pathetic in my treacherous ears. But when I withheld details from him he swung me back over the water. I thought it was futile. I knew he would finally throw me over in the end, but I couldn't stop myself. I was weak, and my pride broken.

Clever Little Elf

Once my miserable interrogation was over the Dark Elf let go of me and I sat down on the floor of the floating coffin. I didn't understand why I wasn't sinking helplessly to the bottom of the Niben Bay by now, but I figured he had his reasons. He pointed at me.
"You belong to me, if you refuse I'll feed you to the slaughterfish."
I stared at him, or more accurately I stared through him. Weighing my choices. Serve this Dunmer Pig. Or be thrown into the bay. I had betrayed my brethren, failed my mission, and I longed for death. But I could not face my fear of the water, and I knew death to be too easy a fate for my wretched soul. I let my head fall and closed my eyes.
"I am yours," I said.
After I tormented myself in the servitude of the Dark Elf I could take my own life. But It was too soon to end my suffering now. The Dunmer smiled and took us back to shore where he cut my bonds and ordered me to remain seated in what he called a boat. He gave me back my belongings save my weapons and packed his own things into the boat and pushed back into the water. He gave me a cloak to disguise myself and left me alone. As he paddled the boat across Nibben Bay I sat on the floor and began to write.
This if my fate. This journal may have been for my entertainment before. But it would now serve as my escape.

Beast of Burden

When we reached shore at what I assumed was Bravil he pulled the boat to shore and I followed him around to the stables be brought around two horses and I followed him and the two beasts down the road a ways until we stopped and he mounted one of the horses. He told me to get onto the other but I stared at him and he laughed at me.
"You mean to say you don't know how to ride a horse?" He asked me.
"There are no horses in Oblivion, my master." I told him.
He got off of his horse and tied them off to a fence along the road and motioned me over. When I approached the horses flared there nostrils and stamped there feet. He walked with me up to the head of the black and white animal. He put his hands on the beast snout and it smelled him, then he stroked its thick neck and told me to do likewise. The horses head jerked up when I reached out to it but when I presented my palm to it reached its mussel out and smelled my hand while eyeing my warily. Its nose was soft and warm against my hand. None of the creatures in my lands where soft, or warm. The horse flinched when I patted its neck, but it was calm. I almost smiled. The Dunmer showed me how to crawl up into the saddle and untied the two animals and mounted onto his own horse. I held on tight to the saddle as he led my horse along beside his. He laughed at my obvious discomfort and I glared at him for it. Dedra where not meant to ride on other creatures.

The New Home

Travel was fast on horseback, I now understood why Humans and Elves enslaved animals for purposes other then war and games. When we came into sight of the Imperial City within a few hours. We passed by a few guards and travelers, but I kept my head down, hidden under my cowl. I was so close to my destination. If I could only escape my new pig of a master. But he had taken my weapons. And he had taken away my maps of the land and of the Tower. If only I had taken the time to memorize them, if only I hadn't been so self confident.

Apparently this elf owned a ranch. Just outside the city, across the Talos Bridge we road up to a large house. Behind it a pasture full of horses. He dismounted in the courtyard and he had me follow him, leading my horse. He taught me right there to unsaddle my horse, brush it and let it go. When he asked me to brush the creature he handed me a 'curry comb' and grabbed my hand. I tried to pull away from him instinctively but he was stronger then he looked. As I should have remembered from the interrogation. Holding my hand he guided it over the side of the horse, showing me how to be gentle with it. He turned and began to tend to his own horse, finishing with it and sending it off into the field while I had only covered half of my beast. I stared at it, being precise in how I ran the brush though its fur. While I worked the horse arched its head around and pushed its nose against my other arm and I reached up and lightly scratched it between the eyes. It swung its head back around in front of itself and shook its head and I hear laughing. I turned around and saw the Dunmer standing behind me, his arms crossed with a big smile on his face, he reached out and patted me on the shoulder and I jumped away from him. Then he walked around the horse and began to bush its other side until we completed it and sent the horse away.

When we walked around to the front of the house I looked at the high walls of the Imperial City. So close. I thought them to me mocking me, and I was determined to breach them. I would find away.
"You wouldn't make it"
I spun around and snarled at the Dark Elf, my muscles tense and my pride hurt. What was left of it anyways.
"It's true," he said. "You would be dead before you reached the inner circle. The wizards would know you where there before you even reached the Gates."
I glared at him, hatred all but dripping from my body.

A long Expanse

I know I haven’t written in here in a long time. I had put this journal away and forgotten about it until recently. I never did try to enter the city. I don't know why. My new master was a man of few words, and when he spoke it made you seem privileged. He had a kind heart and a gentle hand. Though I knew the strength he had. He would lock me in the basement at first, unable to trust the likes of me. But we grew to be friends, and I felt my heart change. I don't know what happened to me, but he completely doused the fire in my rotten heart. I grew to love the stars and we would tend the horses together every day. Eventually he made a bed up for me in the main house and I learn much more about him. He was a great artist, he would paint great pictures that looked so real you felt you could walk into them. I would sit with him, into late hours of the night and watch him paint, or sculpt. He taught me to read and write the common language so that I could read his many books and help him with some of his affairs. There isn't much time to write between work and sleep. But I can still find the time to write down the more interesting things

Returning to the Waters Edge

One day the Master handed me my cloack and took me outside. We had already taken care of the horses that evening and it had already grown dark. I was rather confused but I followed obediently. Carrying a lantern he walked toward the Imperial Bridge Inn, which was only a short walk down the road. Then he took me down the side of the embankment toward the docks and Lake Rumare. I stood on the beach and watched him walk out to the end of the dock and set down the lantern and walk back. He striped nude and folded his cloths on the ground and nodded for me to do the same. I obeyed and waited for further instruction, the arcane markings on my black skin glowing in the lantern light. He stepped into the water and I followed, figuring he must have decided we needed a bath, though we normally did that at the well behind the house. When we where waist deep in the water he suddenly plunged himself under and disappeared.
"Master!" I cried out in alarm and reached into the water to try and find him.
I began to panic when I couldn’t find him. I heard a splash out further in the water and looked out to see him surface, his head bursting out of the water as he took a big breath. I stared in shocked silence, my heart pounding so heard I thought it would break my ribs.
"It’s Okay, you can calm down!" He called out to me.
He began to come towards me with a strange motion until I could see that he had touched the ground and he waded up to me. When he was chest deep he motioned for me to come out further into the water but I stood frozen.
"Come on, I just though I'd teach you to swim," he said with a smile.
"Swim?" I asked him.
"Don't tell me!" he said with a look of shock on his face. "I know you dont know how to swim, but I never thought you didn't even know the meaning of the word."
My master tried very hard, but he couldn't think of a way to explain the concept of swimming to me. He finally gave up and told me I'd understand when I learned. But he had to walk behind me and push me to get me to go deeper into the Rumare. Once the water reached my chest I started to struggle against him and he let me stop saying it was good enough. I watched him as he sank into the water and kicked and paddled around me and out into the water, I found it fascinating that he could go out into the deep and not sink. He came back again and began to instruct me. And when he had me kneel down and try to take my feet off the bottom I panicked again and reached out for him. I didn't realize that I had grabbed him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders until I felt his hands grab onto my shoulders and pull me back, when I looked at him our faces where only inches apart. We both felt terribly awkward as I clung to him. Once I calmed down I was able to relax my grip on him and stand on the lake bed once more.
That night I learned to swim. Something I never even knew was possible. But as I think about it. It was the only thing keeping me with my master. That was what he had used to interrogate, and torture me when we had met. And if he hadn't have seen me fall that day, and hadn't pulled me out I would never have realized that there was more to living then murder and pain. I realize now that it has been a whole year since then. Tomorrow I think I will teach him to read Deadric.

The Painting

Today my master took me into his painting room and set me down in a chair and painted my portrait. I felt awkward the whole time and I think I'm lucky that black skin can’t blush. It was strange to have him stare at me like that for that long. Well, he does look at me a lot, but I suppose that’s just because I am a bit of an oddity in this land, not to mention I'm the only other person in the house with him. I never asked him about family or friends. But he's so quiet, maybe something happened to him, or perhaps he's just not one to interact with others of his kind. He's never stared at me though, and now it just felt awkward. He didn’t tell me when he finished but he stood and walked around the easel to me and looked down at me. What happened next I wasn’t expecting and I'm still not sure what happened. All I know is that he was look down at me one second and in the next his arms where wrapped around me, our lips pressed together. I was so shocked that my natural instincts kicked in and I pulled back from him and went for my dagger. But his superior strength held me in place and I felt my body go numb. I wasn't born to feel affection and my whole body seemed to go into shock as the feeling swept over me. I went limp in his grasp and accepted him. While his hold was firm, his touch was gentle. When I was able to accept him I felt like the whole world had fallen away. There was no more Tamriel, no Oblivion. No ranch or house. Only him, and me, though I still couldn’t feel myself, so it was really just him.

A New Life

That night I submitted to him. He did things to me I never thought could be done. And that I certainly never though could feel as good as they did. He told me that he loved me and that I was never to call him Master again.
I said "Yes, my master."
And he laughed. I had never heard him laugh like this before. His laugh was always hollow, and far away, this laugh was real and full. It was him. And his body was pressed so close to mine that I could feel his laugh deep down inside me, almost as if he still was inside of me. That night I fell in love with him.

Skepticism

My Love and I awoke to a rap at the door this morning. He quickly threw on a robe and walked to the stairs. I didn't follow him, but I gave him a quick kiss on the mouth before he went down. I heard the door open and a happy greeting.
"I wanted to personally thank you for the horses you sold us last week," I heard a woman say. My lover invited her inside a moment as she fumbled in her pack, I heard the clank of Imperial Armor and smelled magic and tensed out of habit of the presence of an Imperial Battle Mage.
"Here, the emperor didn’t think your price was fair and he hope you will accept this token oh his appreciation."
"Please tell our Lord that I thank him very much for his gift and his compliments, and that I wish him heath." My love said politely. I could tell by his tone that he had a modest smile on his face.
"Oh, what’s this?" I heard her say suddenly. "Where did you get this?"
She was looking at his paintings and he told her that he had painted them.
"How did you get suck detail, not many people have actually seen a Deadra like that."
"I saw one once when I was a boy in Morrowind. Our clan was attacked once and after they where fought off my grandfather took my to see the last one executed. I don’t know, I just had an urge to see it again."
"It's an amazing story, I'm happy you survived the attack."
"Thank you"
I hear her salute and walk out and then my Love came back up the stairs. He looked at me from the middle landing and said he was sorry I had to hear that. I reassured him by saying I know my people, and I know they deserved worse. I was able to understand, though my words didn’t have much effect on him.
"I don't think she believed you." I said, instead.
"How do you mean?"
"When you told your story I smelt her magic. I think she believed your story, but I doubt she believed it was the reason you painted that."
He looked thoughtful. Well best not to think on. I’m sure it’s nothing. He walked back up the stairs and held me. A painful memory had been remembered just now. And he needed some consoling. Though I still don't know how he can find comfort in my ragged voice.

Betrayal

I don’t think I can live like this. The wreck I have become since last night. We always knew the day might come. But we where always too stubborn to admit it. We could have left together and never had to worry about it. But this place had become a prison.

The Imperial Guard came to our house this morning and smashed down our door. Before I had a chance to react my Sythe had shoved me off the bed and told me to hide. Before I could protest he grabbed a robe and ran downstairs to meet the rush. I hear a loud voice ring out.
"You Sythe Daland have been found guilty of conspiring against the Empire and you are to be escorted under guard to the palace for trial and sentencing."
"I never..!" he tried to say, but he fell silent as he was rushed out the door.
I don't know what he was charged with but I know it wasn’t true. My heart felt as if it had been wrenched from my chest. I didn’t know anything but from book I had read here I know something was strange. They didn't even look for evidence or anything. Or perhaps they already had that. I didn't know.
I was in shock, staring out the top story window as they led him away and out of my life. I wanted to cry if a Dremora can cry. I wanted to yell and scream and tear the hearts out of my enemies and consume them in a fit of murderous rage.

I put on a cloak and grabbed my old sword and ran out of the house and down the road. The dust from the feet of there horses, Horses they had bought from us, was still settling. I ran down the road and began to cross the Talos Bridge, not thinking that I had never been this far from the ranch since I had been brought there. I stopped on the other side, my toes an inch away from the cobblestones of the road. They would know I was here before I even got to the gate. I felt a wave of hopelessness wash over me and I fell on my knees in despair right there and I wept for the first time in my entire existence, the tears burning down my face and smoldering on the wide marble of the mighty Talos. There was nothing I could do.

Someone was walking down from the main gates toward me. I staggered to my feet and turned and ran before they could see my face. By my hands and feet they may thing I was only a filthy dunmer, perhaps a redguard. But my face would give me away no matter what. If you look close enough you can see the horns on my head under my cowl. I curse my race and all it has done to me. And I curse the Imperials for taking away my Love. I curse myself for being able to do nothing to stop them.


....A pice of paper has been folded and placed in the pages....

Among other stories of the Couryer was the mention "Sythe Daland has been tried and found guilty of Treason against the Imperial Empire and has been sentenced to a life imprisonment in the Imperial Prisons."

They came by to board up the door today, but I had already fixed it. I came downstairs and confronted them, my face covered. I gave them a note that explained that I was mute servant of my Loves. It told them that he had entrusted me with the deed to the property to do with as I deemed fit if anything where to happen to him. I couldn’t do anything to help him. I can’t save him, but I can preserve our live here. I will keep the farm up, raise the horses. He had taught me everything. Someday perhaps I'll sell it. Though I don’t know where I would go. I can't go back to Oblivion. Though no one would remember me, I can’t go back to that life. I am trapped here, just like he is trapped, at least we won’t suffer alone. Just apart.


It has been ten years since I have written in this book. Ten years since I have had hope. The war has begun and the Dremora have begun opening gates to Oblivion all across Cyrodiil. The Emperor has been assassinated while trying to escape from a secret passage that lead through he Imperial prison. I know it is too much to hope. But perhaps that passage was through my lover’s cell and perhaps he is the one I hear rumors about. About the prisoner who fought to save the Emperor. Though I am glad he is dead. I almost expected to see him walking down the road any day now. But I hear the prisoner has been whisked away by the Blades, the Emperor’s personal Guard. They believe him to be a great hero. I know it’s not him. He would never be a hero. But perhaps if the empire falls, I can retrieve him from the prisons, if he still lives. And if he still remembers me. Or if he still loves me.


This is it. This is the last time I write in this book as the empire begins to fall apart as more Oblivion gates open. But this is not a sad day for me, though I don’t have much time to write. As I walked out of the house this morning to tend the horses there was a man from the Dark Brotherhood in the road way. He stood there silently and watched me through his dark cowl and I watched him through my own. He sat atop probably the most beautiful horse I had ever seen, a pure black mare with eyes as red as blood. When he spoke his voice was like ice.
"Have no fear of me Deadra, the Dark Brotherhood does not discriminate against those who have the skill."
I stared at him. "I do not have the skill. I can not kill for you."
"It really is a shame," he said coldly. "The Brotherhood has recently suffered great loss and could use great men. If you would reconsider come to Cydenhall, enter the abandoned house, go into the basement, and attempt to open the black door. When it asks you a question, you must answer "sanguine my brother", when you enter, ask for me the Dark hand Sythe Deland."

I stood in silence. I stared at the cruel imposter who dared call himself by my lovers name. But then the figure dismounted his horse and approached me. I stepped back and drew my dagger on him and he stopped and put his hands up to show he was unarmed. But he was a Dark Hand, one of the five most powerful members of the Dark Brotherhood. He could be striped naked and locked in an empty stone room and still be one of the deadliest men alive. But then he reached up and drew his hood back. His blue features where so much harder now. The scars on this face told of countless battles. His hair had grown down to his waist, as thick and as black as it ever was. But his eyes, they where exactly the same as they where ten years ago.

My dagger clamored to the ground and my mouth gaped open, even if he couldn't see it. My knees gave out and I would have fallen to the ground if he hadn't run up to catch me. When I regained my composure and pushed him away and ran into the house, he was right on my heels and he slammed the door behind himself when he came.
"What’s wrong? He asked, you haven’t forgotten me have you?"
I turned and looked at him, pushing my hood back.
"No I haven’t forgotten you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did. Everything is as you left it. I cleaned it all every day, but it's all where you left it. But don't torture me, don't tell me your you if you aren’t. If this is just a dream then go away."
For the second time in my life I felt tears welling up in my eyes. But he didn’t go, he ran to me again and grabbed me. Held me in his arms and kissed me hard, hard enough to make up for ten years. He wiped the tears from my eyes. He didn’t even flinch when they burned into his flesh.
"I'm sorry I'm late." He said smiling and laughing while he fought back his own tears. "I came as soon as I could, I'm sorry it couldn't have been sooner."
He tried to say more but I stopped him with another kiss. He could give me all his reasons later. But right then I just didn't care.
And now, it’s over. I don't ever need to escape into this book. I don’t need it to prove this is real, because I don't care if it is or not anymore. I have my love back. None of the people in old books ever had a happy ending. And perhaps I wont with the coming war between the Daedra and the people of Tamriel. But if I stop here then it will be a happy ending. My love, is asleep right here next to me. In our bed. Our bond now stronger than it ever was.


I know I said that that was my last entry, but that was a year ago. I know it was my happy ending. But this is a new ending that’s perhaps even happier. With my help and knowledge of the oblivion gates I was able to help the Empire close them all and head off the ward before the lands there overrun with Deadra. And now for the first time today I stepped foot within the walls of the Imperial city undisguised. My head held high. It’s been thirteen years now since I came to live at the Daland Ranch. And it has been thirteen years since I’ve gone more than two miles from my sanctuary there. And now I walk among the Citizens on Tamriel almost as a hero. The people stare at me as I pass, I know that in time they will lose interest in me. But right now I feel like I have the pride of my race with me. The Deadra may have been pushed back into Oblivion. But they won. Even if they don’t know it. I won for them. And I curse them to the darkest parts of there hell for ever wanting to take this away from me, my love, and the people of Tamriel. This is my happy ending.

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well i hope you like it ^^ i know its a bit stange, but iv been really bored sinc ei beat the game..got to do somehting with my time...

Valicetra