By secret glyph: dreamsleeve transmission
Dreamsleeve: elevated, security protocols granted
Security protocols: brilliance, scalebound, nirnroot
To Councilor Sjorenfried, in praise and honor for your Wise and Glorious Stewardship of the Empire!
My Lord, it has been some time since I last made contact, for there is grave news indeed. But before I randomly spout pieces of information at Your Excellency, allow me to start from the beginning, stating beforehand that the following may or may not be the whole truth; it is being passed down second and third-hand.
As you knows, the Bruma vandal, S'fara, was apprehended and charged for her crime. The dungeon of Castle Bruma is famous for its ability to deter potential villians simply upon their remembering what happens to them should they be caught, so I need not go into detail with Your Lordship as to the environment in which she was awaiting trial. As a lawmaker from Bruma yourself, you know full well the fate of those wretches. It is no surprise then that Countess Carvain managed to speed S'fara's trial along, unswayed by the insanity of the feline criminal. As always, the rule of the Empire is "all are guilty until proven innocent", and S'fara's dementia did little to aid in that effort to prove her so. Few were surprised when she was sentenced to the gallows.
All of Bruma turned out for the spectacle of a trial. As the trial ended and verdict about to be read, the law house door burst open and a gasping Bruma guard panted aloud that the regular garrison were in need of assistance.
Now, my Lord, is the part of the news that is unverified. We have reports that the guards charged a figure striding mightily towards the law house. It is unknown what this figure did to attract the lethal attention of the Watch or why he was so intent on getting to the trial. Nonetheless, it is said that an entire squadron of Bruma's best stormed this man on the main street of Bruma in broad daylight.
Countess Carvain, who had heard the commotion, looked down upon the scene from the safety of her balcony window. What she saw was a sky churning red, much like the days before the Breaking, and a figure dressed in the golden Imperial Dragon armor of the Emperor himself holding aloft a strange staff, unlike any she had seen before, crowned with what looked like a human eye. The man opened his mouth and his spoke a single word: "HOLD".
The figure's thu'um was so powerful that the guards froze in mid-charge, allowing the man to inspect them for a moment before shouting "RELEASE". The guards collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen with awe of the man's power. Captain Burd raised his head from the snow and gazed at the Champion, the Imperial Dragon. Burd threw himself back to the snow in reverence, chanting "Ysmir".
Your Excellency, I have nothing further to add at this time due to the news blackout from Bruma other than the person assigned to remove the "SKOOMA CAT" inscription has subsequently been executed, reportedly by direct command of the Champion, alongside twelve other men. The twelve were reportedly pushed off of the city walls as punishment for having beards of all things, and the one repairing the statue for "desecrating" it.
S'fara was last seen in Bravil mumbling something about "gettin' to Rimmen" and "the golden road glows at Rimmen".
We beseech you and all the other Honorable Councilors to turn your eyes away from the troubles of the provinces and inward to what stirs right under our noses in Cyrodiil. I would state that I pray for your swift answer and even swifter action, but my prayers, along with my fellows in the Chapel, seem to be going unheard. Until then, I remain.....
Yours in the Scrolls,
____[The Word Merchant of Julianos]