I’ve heard it said, most unkindly, that soldiers are not unlike dogs, in that our devotion and loyalty is often devoted chiefly to whomever puts food in our bowls.  Despite this misrepresentation, soldiers do tend to take matters of honour and loyalty very seriously indeed, often considering them to be far more important than any materialistic gain… or even a full stomach.

This Lyris, whilst perhaps not the brightest spark on the bonfire, has the kind of noble bearing that inspires sacrifice and loyalty from those around her.  And to a soldier, a fist-full of loyalty has more worth than a cart full of cleverness.

S.K

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I have neither the education nor eloquence to adequately describe just how cold and harsh it is here.  Around every turn there is cruelty and unkindness, and around every corner I come face to face with the monsters of all my childhood nightmares. 

But I know these brutes of my nightmares are real… because real things you can break and shatter.

S.K

The prophet’s audacious plan to rescue Lyris offers me the opportunity to take the fight to the daedric forces of Molag Bal, albeit covertly.  Still, it feels good to spill a little daedric blood onto the sludge of Oblivion.

S.K

Growing up a city boy I never took much notice of the harvest festivals.  But I do remember the market days when farmers and rural dwellers would pour into the city trying to pedal their produce.  As I recall, they were a preachy lot to us locals, always banging on about the law of harvest.  It went something like, ‘it matters not how much it rains or shines, because with enough hard work and dedication, you will always reap more then you sow’.

I never liked farmers, which is perhaps why I was not altogether unsympathetic with the cause of this Daedric lord, that is… until he tried to ‘harvest’ me!

S.K

I’ve been back in Daggerfall just a few days and yet I’ve managed to get myself mixed up in plot and conspiracy aplenty.  From dead bodies in side-streets, to monsters in waterways, caballers in taverns, to assassins in castles; Daggerfall is making Stros M’Kai look like the garden of the Divines.

Oh, but I did get the honour of meeting King Casimir III who for the record, dresses like a peacock.

S.K