There are times in life when we must fight for freedom, sometimes we must even be willing to die for it.
Once more unto Coldharbour, that most damnable realm of Oblivion that no matter how many times I escape just keeps drawing me back in; where else but here does a man without a soul truly belong. It is here in the Halls of Submission that Molag Bal has kept his dread weapon, the Mortuum Vivicus, hidden since time before the First era. And It is here that we must put an end to its pernicious threat once and for all, else the God of Schemes unleash it upon Nirn. Defended by the three guardians of the blood fonts, Oru, Razan, and Irazur, our task is made more difficult still by a revelation of treachery that threatens the freedom of all Tamriel.
There are times in life when we must fight for freedom, but it is not always enough to be willing to die for it; sometimes we must be willing to kill for it also.