This is what was created from my boredom..
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The gates have opened, unleashing hell
Things are no longer going well
O, small city of Kvatch
One problem you couldn't catch
The hell has been unleashed inside your gate
The citizens must run now, no time to wait
One by one, guards are killed
Inside your homes Daedra have filled
The castle was stormed, now the king is dead
But the castle is still where guards head
Citizens have taken refugee at nearby camps
The night only illuminated by their lamps
The city guard protecting them from the beasts
But a traveller has come from the east
He entered the gate to hell and came back out
The gate was gone, without a doubt
The guards and the traveller charged into Kvatch
Finding a way to the castle through a guard's hatch
They enter the castle and what did they find
More creatures not of their kind
The castle is burning but they must find the king
As the bells began to sing,
Letting out their dreadful ring
In the room laid the king
The journey is over, the guards have lost
And the penalty was the greatest cost
O, small city of Kvatch.

Nice!

A nice poem.

A traveller from the east you say. Interesting.
My character first turned up at Kvatch 130 hours into the game. Savlian Matius had no idea where I came from.

I said east because I went there from the Imperial City which was from the east. Thanks guys