I have stayed in Daggerfall far too long awaiting instructions from the old man. I hear rumours of werewolves, necromancers and bandits from many of the rural refugee pouring into the city seeking sanctuary behind her high walls. Whilst the Fighters Guild reports that the Daedric dark anchors are becoming more numerous by the day.

The agents of Molag Bal are abroad and laying siege to our provinces; it is time to step forth into the night. 

My heart is strong, my spirit is stone, and my sword is sharp. I believe it is within the fate and destiny of the individual that the battle between good and evil will eventually be won or lost. Whilst I can do little ‘gainst fate, I hold my destiny in my own hands. May the darkest place in Oblivion be reserved for those who keep their blades sheaved during this time of strife.

S.K

A man lays claim to his inheritance, only to find his birth-right cursed by the maleficent actions of his dead relatives.  

Initially it all seemed straightforward; surely a man cannot be held responsible for the crimes of his parents. And yet the more I learned of this sorry tale, the more I began to ask myself, who am I to deny an innocent victim her vengeance?

S.K

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Bandits ransack the remnants of an old abandoned fort on the very doorstep of Daggerfall.  Surprisingly well equipped and well organized, the Red Rooks have been proving more than a match for the local Daggerfall guard of late.  Perhaps King Casimir should not build his walls so high, lest he miss the rats gnawing away at his city’s foundations.

S.K