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