Sometimes we do things that have bad consequences, and sometimes we have to do bad things for a greater good. It does not mean we are evil, or that we can never again be trusted thereafter.
However, a repugnant act made with good intentions is still a repugnant act, and society expects all crimes be punished. Yet justice must acknowledge motive, else it is little more then vengeance.
I have to believe in redemption, I have to.
S.K
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.
S.K
As a legionnaire I was always taught that it was the height of dishonour to mistrust your comrades, and yet now I find myself at the Fighter’s Guildhall in Evermore about to start a hunt for a former guild comrade, accused, tried and condemned in her absence… or perhaps more accurately because of it.
Despite all their creditable work in fighting back the dread anchors of Coldharbour, the more time I spend in the company of these people the less sure I am of their intentions.
The one thing I am sure of though, is the only way to discover if you can trust someone, is to trust them; and hold faith that honest intent is enough to conquer dishonest words.
S.K
The Breton capital of Bangkorai is a port city standing upon the banks where the Bjoulsae River meets with the Iliac Bay. Founded by river traders after the suppression of the Orcs in the First Era, some scholars have suggested that the city’s original walls may have been built using stone appropriated from the fallen Orc capital, but there is no evidence to support this bruit. If it were true however then the stone served Evermore about as well as it served Orsinium, for some 40 years ago the city was almost destroyed when its walls were breached during the Black Drake’s invasion, before the Order of Saint Pelin eventually took back the city from the Reachmen horde.
To the West of Evermore’s ‘Armor Gate’ the mighty Bjoulsae Bridge straddles the river and offers the only safe and reliable passage between Bangkorai and Stormhaven. To the North lay the farms of Northglen, to the east run the roads connecting Evermore and her traders to the rest of the region, whilst to the south can be found Bangkorai’s largest cemetery, the Pelin Graveyard.
Evermore itself boasts two large markets and a busting harbour. The imposing Castle Evermore where the city’s rulers pass law and statute overlooks one side of the city, whilst the Anchor’s Point Inn where trade deals and agreements are often secured, and where many argue the more important decisions are taken, overlooks the other.
The rather more modest St. Pelin’s chapel sits just north of the town square. Dedicated to the chapel beadle who is said to have leapt from the battlements of the Bangkorai Garrison, sacrificing his body to a horde of vampires to give the Evermore Guard time to regroup and repel the Grey Host of Verkarth.
As in keeping with most Covenant cities the Mages and Fighters guilds have been bestowed prominent central locations to work from, whilst whispers in the marketplace suggests an illegal branch of the Thieves Guild are operating from a hidden refuge somewhere beneath the city.
It has taken almost four decades for the Bretons to restore Evermore after its near destruction by the Reachmen, and now the dread shadow of the heirs of the Blake Drake casts a grim dusk across the city once again. With the death of King Eamond, how long can Evermore’s stone walls resist the Reachmen’s claim.
S.K
The Tamriel Drifter 