I considered approaching Lerisa to say goodbye, but from the moment we first boarded together at Stros M’kai, it has been obvious that whilst I think of her, she thinks only of the sea.
The thought that I might not see her again troubles me more than I would like… perhaps some goodbyes are best left unsaid.
S.K
From one foreign province to another, as I disembark at Daggerfall harbour I find familiarity in the city walls, but yet I am acutely aware that this isn’t home. Home is a place where you know all your friends and all your enemies. Everyone I trust in Hammerfell is back on the Spearhead, and half of them have grievance with me for the decision I was forced to make on Betnikh.
We all ache for a home, a safe place where we can be who are, and not be questioned. A man oft travels the world in search of what he needs only to find it was at home all along.
My home was with my family in Cyrodiil, and after with my comrades at barracks in the Imperial City, now… now I have no home.
S.K
Finally it is time for me to take my leave of Chief Tazgol and his Stonetooth tribe. Whilst I have certainly come to understand a little more about these Orcs, I’ve not come to like them. But my time with the Orsimer has taught me that you don’t need to like those you work with… or to necessarily trust them it seems.
These Orcs aren’t joining the Covenant because they believe in it, nor like it, nor truly understand it; but because they fear it. Their enmity and mistrust toward both Breton and Redguard weighs heavily upon them, and one day it will crush them, and bring this Covenant crashing down with it. But until then, I’d rather have an Orsimer fighting alongside me, then against.
So long Betnikh… I shan’t be rushing back to your bleak shores any time soon.
Far more than any trait, ability, or rhetoric, It is in the choices that we make that we show who we truly are. What choices did this cultist make for her to be here now, facing my sword. Does she believe her cause truly to be just?
Do I?
We all make choices, but in the end, it is our choices that make us.
S.K
What possible terror could await us under Carzog’s Demise that would rouse even the spirits of the ancient Alyeids?
S.K
The Tamriel Drifter 