I'm writing this mainly as a way to keep track of what I've done in the game so far, but also trying to add a sense of character development to my character. He is a male Dark Elf specialized in using magic - trying to work in some sword training on the side. Has white hair in the style of a mane.
Day 01 – Town of Chorrol
Today has been a rather interesting day. I awoke in the prison cell that I've been inhabiting for the past couple of weeks, same as any other day. I spent my morning the same as ever, practicing the couple of spells that I learned when I was a child. At just past lunchtime, the Dark Elf across the hall from my cell tried starting up a conversation with me. He kept talking about how he was getting out in a few weeks and he wanted to visit my family to keep them company while I'm gone. He especially wanted to know where my wife lived so he could 'take care of her' after I died in jail. I don't even have a wife. Anyway, while he was trying to taunt me, two of the guards and a man I didn't know approached my cell bars. Judging from their conversation, I guess my cell was supposed to be empty at all times. They had me stand with my back against the far wall as they escorted the unknown man through my cell, opening a secret passage in the stone wall….I thought the arrangement of the stones was irregular. I followed them through the passage, grinning as I heard the guy across the hall start blaring out curses at me. As I followed the guards, we were attacked several times by figures that seemed to crawl out from the shadows themselves. The guards fought bravely, and since they were leading me out of jail I figured that I'd help protect their civilian with my magic. Everyone was very impressed by my knowledge of the Flare spell. Every time one of our attackers died, their armor seemed to vanish, indicating that it was Daedric armor bound to them through conjuration magic. The corpses were all wearing the same red robe and hood, and I figured they were apart of some religious cult. The mysterious civilian the guards were protecting finally introduced himself as Emperor Septim himself, on the run from assassins. He said that all of his sons with the exception of one had already been killed, and he was next. The guards interrupted and escorted the Emperor through a barred gate, telling me I could not follow them. It wasn't long before I found a hole in the wall that led into a series of catacombs underneath the Imperial Prison. The catacombs were infested with rats and a zombie or two, but they all fell under the barrage of my magic. One of the rats got me pretty good though, allowing me to practice a bit of my restoration magic on the wound. I also found some interesting things near an underground well, such as a bow and a couple of steel longswords. I've never been good with weapons, so I just placed them inside a pack that I found on a skeleton and carried them with me. You just never know in Cyrodiil. It wasn't long after making my find that I reencountered the guards and the Emperor. The guards first instinct was to kill me for fear that I was apart of the assassins hunting the Emperor, but the Emperor called them off and asked me to accompany them out of the prison sewers. It's always better to travel in numbers, so I accepted. We soon came to a locked gate after a few more encounters with the assassins, and were forced into following a side passage into a room with no other exits. The guards ran back out of the room to fight off more assassins, and the Emperor bestowed upon me the Amulet of Kings, which only those of the Septim bloodline could wear. The Emperor then told me to get the amulet to Jauffre, the GrandMaster of the Blades (the Emperor's elite bodyguards). Apparently he was living the life of a monk out in Weynon Priory just outside the town of Chorrol. I stared at the amulet for a minute, and when I looked up to accept the Emperor's orders I saw the assassin slide his knife across the Emperor's throat. Holding the amulet in one hand, I let loose a barrage of magic from my other hand, roasting the assassin in his conjured armor. He hit the floor hard, and his armor vanished into the robes and hood. I disliked my prison tunic, so I stole the robe from the assassin's body and dressed myself in it, feeling much more comfortable. The last surviving guard charged back into the room, mourning how he had failed to protect the Emperor. After I explained to him that the Emperor's last wish was for me to deliver the amulet, he wished me well and told me how to get out of the sewers. Sure enough, it wasn't long before I found myself swimming in fresh water, heading away from the island the Imperial City resided upon. I quickly dried myself off and, following a few road signs and a map that a passing Imperial Guard gave me, I spent a good portion of the day making my way to Weynon Priory. Jauffre was more than happy to receive the Amulet of Kings from me, while I was just glad to be rid of it. Something about that amulet just made me feel uncomfortable. Jauffre then proposed that if I would head to the city of Kvatch to find the last surviving son of Emperor Septim, he would provide me with supplies and food. I accepted his offer, and enjoyed the taste of normal food for the first time in weeks. It was already dark outside, so I decided to stay the night here in the town of Chorrol. What I didn't tell Jauffre was that I honestly have no intention at this time of serving the Imperial Empire at this time. The Emperor asked me to deliver the amulet, and I have. If I ever head in the direction of Kvatch, then I might look up this 'Martin' that Jauffre mentioned, but until then I go my own way. Starting tomorrow, I'm going to apply at the Mages Guild and start working my way up the ranks. Maybe one day I'll become Arch-Mage...