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My name is Sader Moriel and I felt free for the first time in years as I trudged towards the imperial city from bruma, free from the legion, free from the rules. It felt good. As I walked I felt my mind drift to the events that led to this day, getting drafted into the imperial legion from my hometown in Hammerfell, parting with my family, serving in Skyrim and Morrowind. Those days were over and my family long dead, victims of plague. Eventually my time had come and I was discharged after seven long years serving the empire. My final days in the legion had gone smoothly and I had made my way to Cyrodil from Skyrim with the aim of reaching the imperial city as soon as possible. The lush landscape brought a halt to my brooding as it was a welcome change from the snowy and barren land of the Nords where I had spent the last few months finalizing my exit from the legion, I laughed as the sun beamed down on my dark Redguard face and I turned my thoughts to the future, I would make my fortune doing what I do best, fighting. Whether it be in the arena or as an adventurer, I new I couldn’t be stopped, with the lean muscular build of a warrior, brandishing a blade and adorned in light armour I had proved time and time again my skill and tenacity in battle. My mind was thrust back into the present as I reached the shore of Lake Rumare, I stopped to take a drink and admire the magnificent pillar that is white gold tower, eager to reach my destination I quickly made my way to the large stone bridge that connects the city isle to the settlement of Weye, as I began to cross I heard a harsh voice “stop right there criminal scum!” I turned around and came face to face with an Imperial, a balding and smug looking guard captain, sword drawn and levelled at my throat, he was flanked by two imperial city guards who also had swords drawn, before I could inquire as to why he was doing this he demanded to see inside the large pack I was carrying which contained my armour, some food and a large amount of septims, as he inspected my belongings my mind raced as I tried to work out exactly where he had appeared from and why in oblivion he wanted to see inside my pack “just as I thought” he said with an air of satisfaction “stolen. all of it” I felt a familiar surge of rage well up inside me and it took all my self control to give the treacherous bastard an answer that wouldn’t make the situation worse “those things are mine” I said in a strained but calm voice, a dark smile passed across the captains face “not anymore, it’s evidence now Redguard” as he said this he pocketed the gold and handed the pack to the guard on his left then quick as lightning he snapped around and smashed the pommel of his sword into the side of my head, catching me off guard, I fell, bleeding to the ground. Before I blacked out I looked up and committed the man’s laughing face to memory, he had just made a very dangerous enemy. He didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as dead.
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