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Mine is a rather long one, but here you go:

Name: Adamus Decianus of Kvatch Race: Imperial Age: 59 Gender: Male Religion: Nine Divines Status: Imperial Legate

I was born 59 years ago, in 4E 142. My father and mother were loyal to the Empire and everything it stood for, peace, unity, freedom of religion and so much more. My father was a blades member and a hunter. My mother worked for both the East Empire Company and the Imperial Legion. When I turned 10 years old there was a knock on our door, we lived in a cabin located in the Colovian Highlands. We were surprised, my parents had specifically asked nobody from the Imperial City to bring gifts. My mother opened the door, in front of her were two Bosmer, both wore Elven armor. I was amazed to see a non-human race, despite living so close to the Imperial City. I was looking at them, carefuly as my mother had taught me not to trust strangers. The Bosmer read a letter out loud, it demanded her to convince the Emperor to ban Talos worship, as well as a few other things.. My mother, as a highly religious woman as well as loyal to the Empire, denied, and asked why she would do such thing. The Bosmer drew their daggers and stabbed her, My brother, who was 17 years old at the time, and training to be a soldier told me to run to my father. He drew his sword and instantly killed one of the Bosmer, but was struck down by an arrow, after which his throat was cut. I ran as fast as I could, all the way to the Wawnet Inn. My father, who was crossing the Imperial Bridge after he returned from the market, saw the chaos. He decided to ask a Legion soldier who was patrolling the roads to come along. My father along with the soldier, saw blood, and lots of it, my father begged the soldier to search the house, while he would ask me what happened. The soldier returned with a look of disgust. He told my father that both my brother and my mother were beheaded, by our own family blades. We took up residence in the Imperial Legion Offices, the Legion took good care of us, and asked my father what I had told him. General Jonna, who had just been called back from Skyrim for a meeting with Imperial officials was one of the first to hear my story. She, asked me more about the letter. I told her I didn't have it, my father came and gave it to her. The letter said the following:

'' Your orders are as follows, -Demand the woman named Rosentia of Chorrol to convince the Emperor Attrebus Mede to ban Talos

-Demand the man named Reman of Kvatch to show the secret entrances into the Imperial City.

-Demand their oldest son Bruccius of Kvatch to be taken to Alinor for investigation.

Operational Notes: We have reason to think that Reman is a Blades operative, if possible, try to negotiate with the woman first.

For the Aldmeri Dominion! Rulindil, spymaster of the Aldmeri Dominion.''

General Jonna became frightened upon reading the letter, and thanked my father for doing what he did.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">The next day General Jonna came to the Imperial Legion Offices, followed by General Decianus, the General of Hammerfell. Both of them sat down by me and my father, and told us that they feared a Thalmor invasion would come, but that we didn't have to worry.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">Years passed by, it was 5 years ago since we last heard of the Thalmor. My father had made sure that I'd be safe at any time. He allowed me to go to the Mages Guild, he wanted me to study on the history of the Altmer, and especially, the Thalmor. And so I did, I read books, scrolls, notes, anything to help my father. My father was pleased with all of my results. He had learned more than he liked to admit. But none of what I provided to him explained why the Thalmor demanded what they did. He said that he'd best go to Anvil to find out, he said that he knew an Altmer Blades member there who was born on the Summerset Isle. He hoped that this Altmer knew what the Thalmor were all about.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">Days passed, when I got a letter, it was from my father. It said,

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">''Adamus,

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">I don't think I will be alive much longer, I feel like I'm being followed, in the shadows. People climbing in the trees, creatures crossing the road just as I pass them. I am in the Inn of Ill Omen, do you remember that place? We used to go there every year to pray to Talos, that was until those Thalmor came around. I was able to pass this letter along to a courier who was headed to the Imperial City. But I'm afraid I won't be able to return home. Three Altmer have entered the inn, and have been watching me for a few days now. They wear these black robes, and don't look like they are here to make friends. My son, you are the only possibility for our family to remain, I wish you the best of luck, stay close to the Generals, they will ensure your safety. <span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">May Akatosh guide you, my one last son.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">Your loving father, <span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">Reman''

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">When I was done reading the letter I was enraged, and I instantly asked General Jonna to send a Forester to check on the Inn. A few days later the Forester returned. He said that the inn had be burned to the ground, and that all he could find was an Akaviri Katana. That day I made it my duty to hunt down and kill every single last one of the Thalmor, even if it meant my life.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">It's 4E 159 now, I started my training to become an Imperial Legion Soldier, my rage for the Thalmor was one that the other recruits didn't understand. My trainers didn't understand it either. Only General Jonna and General Decianus could understand it. Due to my mastery of the longsword as well as the bow, I was able to join the Legion in 4E 163, the Legion in Cyrodiil was looking for the most professional soldiers to keep at home. I was put in a small patrol unit of 5 men.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">I made good friends in the unit.

Antus of Cheydinhall<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">, the Captain of the unit, was an Imperial, very loyal and strict, but after a few drinks he got looser, and he told his story. A relative of his had been killed by bandits, he was close with this relative, and he swore to avenge her.

Ongar of Dragonstar<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">, the other infantryman aside from me, was a Nord, very talkative and a real barbarian, but a great soldier. His story was very different. He spoke of an island called Solstheim and how his family had fought the Empire stationed there. He joined the Empire to make up for that.

Maglir of Arenthia<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">, one of the two archers in our unit, a Bosmer, he was very secret, wrote everything down in a little journal. His story was that he just wanted to go out and see the world, nothing special.

Lazare of Daggerfall<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">, the other archer in our unit, a Breton, he was very open, said some thing that would best be unspoken. He joined the Legion, but said he actually wanted to be a battlemage. When he heard that he was unable to become that he decided to become an archer. His reason was simply because he didn't want to get hurt.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">Together we patrolled through Cyrodiil, clearing forts, protecting merchants and of course keeping the wilds safe. We did so for 6 years.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">In 4E 168 Emperor Titus Mede II was crowned Emperor, and every soldier that was patrolling had a day off. We went to Skingrad to eat, drink and laugh with the people who lived there.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">In 4E 169 we made up camp, near Cropsford,  Maglir had acted very strange lately, and wrote down a lot more than he used to. When the Captain asked him what he'd been writing down Maglir looked at him as if he was caught, none of us understood it. So Ongar just said ''He just had a rough day, remember? He had to kill 10 Goblins because we were too lazy to move out early.'' We all agreed on that, and so we went to sleep. Before everyone slept I heard Maglir sharpening his dagger and arrows. But I didn't think anything strange of it. Only a few hours later I heard Antus scream, I looked up and saw that an arrow had pierced his skull. Ongar had only just stood up before an arrow pierced his heart. Lazare saw that it was Maglir, and shot him through his hand. Maglir, now unable to use his bow, took out his shortsword and cut Lazare's head off. I was enraged, I picked up Ongar's prized Steel Battleaxe and in one heavy swing I cut off Maglir's leggs. Maglir screamed, and begged me to end it. I hung him from his torso on the nearest tree, where he screamed and cried for an hour or so. Then I started searching him. I found a letter, and started reading it.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">''By the orders of Rulindil, spymaster of the Aldmeri Dominion.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">You impress me Maglir, I didn't expect that someone who wasn't an Altmer would be able to give such good results. Continue to impress us and you will be richly rewarded when we take back our homeland.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">Your orders are simple, at least, I expect you dislike what the Legion did with your parents when they took up arms against them? They are all the same scum, and all deserve a death. <span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">These are your orders

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">Eliminate: <span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">-Antus of Cheydinhall, he is a major target, he already knows too much, our hidden agents have reports of him asking around about the Thalmor, we are meant to be a secret organisation this far, only the people in our glorious Dominion should hear of what we do.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">-Ongar of Dragonstar, while he might not be a top priority, he's still a Nord, and since he is a Nord he is a Talos worshipper and a barbarian. I suggest taking him down as quickly as possible after the death of Antus.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">-Lazare of Daggerfall, he is a minor target, but he's still a member of the Legion. Other than that, he could report to the Imperial City if he manages to escape.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">-Adamus D. of Kvatch, TOP PRIORITY, we have reason to believe he is the son of Reman of Kvatch, if this is the case than Adamus is a major threat to our operations and must be eliminated at all costs!

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">For the glory of the Thalmor!''

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">When I was done reading it I returned to the Imperial City, I saw it fit for me to be there with General Jonna and General Decianus, discussing about the Thalmor.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">Only two years had passed, and on the morning of the 30th of Frostfall, 4E 171 I could already smell that something wasn't right. I went to the Wawnet Inn, and just as I went inside I noticed an ambassador with a cart passing me. He wore those black robes that my father had spoken of all those years ago. I followed him, and listened carefully to what he had to say. It was to the Emperor himself. It was an ultimatum to the Emperor, the Emperor refused it. The ambassador upended the cart, spilling over a hundred heads on the floor: every blades agent in Summerset and Valenwood. And so the Great War started.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">I was the first person the Emperor saw, he knew who I was and so he appointed me to be part of his personal guard. We were waiting, up until the 12th of Second Seed 4E 174, when the Dominion attacked the Imperial City, we fought bravely, but my Emperor forced us to retreat. I had many friends in the Eight Legion, and I prayed to Talos, Akatosh and Arkay that their souls would find peace, knowing they fought for the right people, the people of Cyrodiil.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">We returned in 4E 175, to reclaim the capital, we stood united with the Legions from Skyrim and Hammerfell, we killed the Dominion scum, and their so called general their so called Lord called Naarifin died the way he should, hanging from the White-Gold Tower. Many Nords were still wanting to keep fighting, many others, including myself, who had already fought the Aldmeri before, knew we wouldn't stand a chance. One of those people that wanted to keep fighting was called Ulfric Stormcloak, the son of the Jarl of Windhelm, who used to be learning to become a Greybeard. There had been rumors that he alligned himself with the Thalmor. All I could think was that it is right, after all, if he truly hated the Dominion then why didn't he shout? Shouting might not be part of Cyrodiilic culture, but we know Tiber Septim, but I left it behind me back then.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">The Emperor, knowing that there was no chance to win this fight signed the White-Gold Concordat. Hammerfell disagreed, and for that reason, was forced to leave the Empire. The Redguards fought the Aldmeri to a stadstill and signed a treaty, they claimed that this was evidence that our combined power could have been a victory. But we know better, the Imperials have conqeured large parts of Tamriel twice, we are strategists.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">In the year 4E 185 I retired from the Legion, and left Cyrodiil, migrating to Morrowind, to start a new life there, a life as a farmer. I lived peacefully up until 4E 200, when I heard of the Stormcloaks skirmishing with the Imperial Legion. I remembered Ulfric Stormcloak, and I knew at that instant that Ulfric was a traitor, not to be trusted. I had heard of the Markarth Incident but the Empire acted right there, the Concordat was never enforced in the Imperial Provinces, Ulfric drew the Thalmor to Skyrim.

<span style="color:rgb(64,64,64);font-family:Roboto,arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;line-height:18.2px;">I couldn't stand it, so in 4E 201 I went to Skyrim, and I met him, Ulfric Stormcloak the so called true High King, more like murderer. But before I knew it, Imperial Soldiers ambushed us, and brought us to Helgen. A Dragon attacked the place, my sole duty is to fight for the Empire, take down this Dragon, the Thalmor and the Stormcloaks and to return the peace.