Alana said she drove her sword right through the beast’s heart, and yet still it came on.  How does one kill that which can’t be killed?  The nameless soldier found a way, and if I am to stop the threat to the present day, then so must I.

If my resurrection from the cells of Coldharbour has taught me one thing, it is that there is no truth in impossible; it is but an opinion, a provocation, a potentiality, and perhaps even a probable… but it is never, ever impossible.

S.K

As I play the part of the nameless soldier, I find I must battle my way through the Alessian guards.  History remembers the Alessian Order as pious and fanatical; they were beyond negotiation, which is what made them so frightening to face.

And here I find I am trapped in history… and yet history is trapped within me.

S.K

His arrival to the battlefield seemed to take everyone by surprise.  Perhaps if I had studied the histories a little more I may have been at an advantage, but whilst the scholarly were at class, I was swinging wooden swords at straw daedra.

Intriguingly, even now those about us refer to him as the ‘last king’; his fate, and the fates of his people it would seem, was already considered fixed.  Yet despite this, I do not believe I have ever met man nor mer possessed of such dignity and equanimity.  Even by elfish standards, he stands statuesque, and his poise in discourse adds such gravitas to his every word that even his final comments to me, “we shall meet again, and then we shall see what we shall see”, carried such weight, that for a briefest of moments, I was almost given to believe him.

Still, if was clear that those ancient eyes saw far more than he had a mind to let on… we shall see.

S.K

I have travelled back in time to the Battle of Glenumbra Moors, and in doing so have taken upon myself the guise of another.  The wraiths and ghosts that I faced previously are now very much flesh, bone and breath, and as I am forced to battle, I find I must palliate my conscience with the belief that by killing them, I am but fulfilling their destiny.  And kill them I must, for if I am to fall, then Glenumbra as it is… was… will be… would never be.

Sometimes it is best not to consider things too deeply.

S.K

A monster from the past has been brought back to lead the werewolf assault upon Glenumbra.  To stop it, we must re-discover how it was first killed.  The mages guild has mustered in number upon the moors and use their talents to open a doorway into the past.  I grow sick of magic ritual and ceremony.

Magic itself does not decide whether to kill or heal; it is but a manifestation of a decision that has already been made.  It is as guiltless as moonlight.  But all light creates shadow, and it is in these shadows that our greatest dangers lie in wait.  Magic is blameless, but it cannot be trusted.

S.K