My name? Hardly of any importance, but it is Impurus, at least now it is, I cannot remember my old one, but, I am going to tell you about my life...
I was born in Vvardenfell... My "father" was cruel, vicious, and brutal. A male altmer wizard named "Kalaris", and my other guardian was a female breton named "Samantha", my "father" was abusive, if I made a simple mistake, like accidently spilling a glass of greef, I felt the burning flame of a spell scorching my flesh. My "mother" was gentle, caring, and sensitive, but she feared Kalaris, when we were alone she would mix me potions or cast a spell of restoration. Kalaris was a high ranking Telvanni, a magister if I remember right, I do remember he had a man he called his "mouth". My mother was a low-ranking Imperial Cult worshipper, she had simple tasks like collecting marshmellow and tobacco. By he time I was fourteen-years-old, Kalaris had turned my flesh as black as the ashlands numerous times, but Samantha mended my seared flesh, and it was back to its usual gray color. The food I got was, stolen, Kalaris fed me only if I was on the verge of death, because "he supposedly didn't want me to die."
At the age of eighteen, I left Vvardenfell, soon after, my "mother" conjured a daedric dagger, and impaled herself. Kalaris gave her a cremation. I left for Cyrodiil, life was good, I was a journeymen in the mages' guild, working hard to please Travern. Then Travern did it...he banned necromancery! I was forced into exile, for the mages' guild hunted me. I wandered Cyrodiil, searching for a new lair to practice magic. In my wandering I came across a book, called Necromancer's Moon, and I read about the King of Worms, Mannimarco. I hunted Mannimarco like a Morag Tong assassin. After three years I found him, I said to him "Milord, I would like to join the Worms..." Mannimarco replied reluctantly "Welcome, Worm-Anchorite." I grinned and said "If I am needed I can be found Fort Sutch" The King of Worms nodded.
I arrived at Fort Sutch, and destroyed the bandits that inhabited it. Once inside, I grabbed their corpses and stripped the flesh off using a conjured dagger, and my skeletons arose, my test subjects. Fort Sutch was mine, and now I had to create a cell, to place adventurers and my pets in to test spells.
A man in Imperial Armor of the Dragon said"Halt, necromancer..."
I responded "The Champion of Cyrodiil, in my home, I am honored."
He replied ""Today you die necromancer..."
I raised a brow and asked "Why?"
He drew his ebony longsword and said "You have betrayed Imperial Law."
I sighed and hissed a spell and watched the champion fall in his tracks, unconsious.
That is what has happened, now that you are caught up, you will read more in the next chapter...