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I find the body of a man lying at the foot of a bridge leading up to an old ruin.  It is an indictment on these times that this is not such a rarefied sight.  Neither is it so extraordinary that I am soon to find myself in conversation with the former tenant of the body.  The dead tend to linger in Tamriel nowadays; every corpse seems to have a story to tell, a wrong to right, or a deed to finish.  I’ve made a promise to myself that the next time I die, I shan’t linger.  

Ghosts are generally despondent beings, if not downright miserable; speaking with them usually leaves my thoughts as heavy as branches after rainfall.  My mother used to say that ghosts were ‘nought but unfinished business’; the more I encounter, the more I think her right.  This particular ghost claims he was searching the ruins for “the greatest treasure of the Breton Kingdoms”; ghosts I have found also have a propensity for embellishment.

What is certain is that the ruins of Dresan Keep are now crawling with Angof’s Bloodthorn cultists, and they are searching for something.  And whilst I care little for this spirits ‘unfinished business’, it would be amiss of me if I were to not take every opportunity to scupper the plans of the Bloodthorn.

S.K

A group of Red Rook bandits have set up camp on a noble’s estate just on the outskirts of Daggerfall. The Daggerfall guard are unable to move in as they have taken the residents hostage.  

There will always be bandits and outlaws across Tamriel. Those who cannot fit in, or who feel injustice and ill-treatment by established society, will oft turn to ignoble means to survive. I pity as much as I condemn them; for is it not considered heroic to rebel when under tyranny? Who am I to judge what others weigh as oppression. 

But it is often in times of deepest strife for a nation, that those hoping to undermine it will seek to take advantage of discontent and machinate the disaffected to wreak havoc for it.  I have little doubt that these Red Rooks are but marionettes to a far greater menace.

S.K

Curse the wars, denounce the battles, and condemn the bloodshed, but honour the soldier; for she is the bulwark to our families, the shield for our children, and the armour of our freedom.

S.K