Stormcloak
This day, I die. I have devoted my life to uniting Skyrim with Talos, and now this Empire of the bastards of Cyrodiil has defeated my armies, and in the morning will fall upon my city. I only hope to bring that arrogant general to his knees before the end. Tullius has been a thorn in my side for years, ever since I started this war. I must admit, it was not completely from devotion to Talos that I rent Skyrim in two, as I had always envisioned myself leading the races of men against the mer as High King of the North. The Thalmor would be cast down, then all elves would restore Tamriel as slaves, then be eradicated. It would have been glorious. Instead, I am now to be slain in the ruins of my ancient city. My only hope for glory now is to fall in battle against the Dovahkiin. I must now throw myself into the teeth of battle to earn my final glory. Know you, whomever finds this, that Talos will be the savior of man from the depravations of mer. Farewell, my faithful.
Ulfric Stormcloak, Bear of Markarth and Saviour of the North.