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

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