Shadows of Coldharbour

by Book-keeper96

It is the time of the Interregnum, and Tamriel is crumbling. Only one man has the sense to walk the fragile line between enemies and decipher the mystery of the Daedra before all is lost.

1. Journal Entry I

CHAPTER ONE

JOURNAL ENTRY I

My name is Rojack Arreth. I'm a Breton, born in Daggerfall, but you dare lump me in with those Daggerfall Covenant fools and you're headed for the Hall of the Dead, sunshine.

I never asked for this upheaval, and for as long as I can, I won't be playing a part in it. You can't help where you are born, but you can help who you are. Cyrodiil is a long way away from here, and I hold no truck with it, or the Imperials.

Many Nords, Dunmer and Argonians would cheerfully spit on my corpse, and I'm sure there are many of my kinsmen who would do the exact same to them.

You might read on, expecting some grandiose tale of legend; a fable that will stretch forwards for millennia and enlighten the souls of the people and stir the hopes that we have for tomorrow. The story of a noble adventurer, questing for glory, with fair and just kings at his side, trusted and mistrusted allies at his back, swooning maidens on his arm and the eyes of heartless evil at the tip of his blade. Well, no. That's not happening.

This is my story. This is the Interregnum, my friend. This is the part where the people divide, the anchors descend, brothers turn on brothers, and the concept of honour is just a figment of your imagination.